Introduction
I don't have a heart for fakers who shed crocodile tears nor do I have sentimental value for emotional basted-s. I'm the devil's work of art. Nobody knows me too much to hurt me neither does anyone knows me too deep to understand me.
Blogging
Tot of today
Gosh I am so drained....I jus did like 28 out of 40 terms of econs and some psycho and tried to crack ma head to do maths jus now...and before that I had to go to ms. Lee's hse wif jo to settle the get together and all the phone calls and stress from ma parents...well a bit of naggin la....Ma head actuali went blank while i am findin ma econs stuff. So I decided on bloggin to ease ma brain...maybe it is not used to it yet...since I am TRYING to turn over a new leaf.
Anyway I will try to work hard here...I have been slacking reali badly since I duno when but I have to pick things up from scratch and start again. Wat have I gota say but I was pure lazy and it's time to pick things up.
Sometimes I wonder how came a person's experience can never relate to other people when it's the same situation that the person is facing? I bet it could never be because of the different personality....maybe it's jus because people have moves on from their experiences and some have not. I mean I can feel so sorry for that person hu is kinda in ma so called past experience but I can never feel how they feel...I can't feel their pain, I can't feel their remorse. All I can do is jus feel sympthatic for them. Maybe I have really moved on and that I can't remember how it feels like anymore or I am just plain cold hard core hu is kinda emotionless...*just wondering*