i donno wat evil force has taken place to stir up all this controversy. Whoever DIRECTED you (SCREAMER and FREN) to this page might have conniving intentions and words when understood in wrong context can have screwed up effects. I still stand by wat i mentioned earlier on (that i wont censor myself to be diplomatic) but I will not, i repeat, I WILL NOT tolerate any person who fuels and revels in disputes at MY expense. I donno wat his or her intention is but I demand an explanation from this slimeball cos it's too much a coincidence. I always let known my identity when I say offensive shit and I've apologized as well. You've all seen my face as well, I've no intention to hide it. I expect this slimeball to face it as well.

I have a new reader of my blog; which makes the statistics goes up from 2 to 3!!!! Would screamer like to give a feedback on how you manage to track down this blog? Basically everyone is free to say anything they want in cyberspace so don't worry about your place or mine. This blog is mine so I can bitch and whine as I like cos it's the only time I don't have to bother with diplomacy and political correctness; I'm free to be insane. HAHAAAHAHAHAHHAH!! You don't know me so your definition of words like 'poser' could defer and I call my own self a poser until I warm up to anyone. You dig, screamer? Or if you care to get spiritual with Lenz, you can drop your name. I don't think I have to publish a public statement to thank you ppl rite? Sometimes the fact that you are mentioned in someone's blog shows that you hold a place in a person's mind.

I tried to cry in order for cartharsis to happen but the duct is stuck. Pissing ppl off always works for me but i end up feeling even more depressed when I take it out on the wrong ppl. I ran up the escalator to see the KYTV performance but i was stopped cos i had no complimentary ticket. The screamer from Hearing Hills was there with some frens but she was barred from entering. Her poser fren saw me got booted and gave me the ticket. Talk about wierd. I was crazy enough to ask her what happened but she didn't tell me the exact reason. I still feel bad thrashing her ego just cos I was angry over something else. I thought she is a hell of a poser but so what if she is. What's a loser like me calling anyone a poser for? Very soon, I'll be screaming at everyone on the street. Just be kind to put me inside when that happens.

The tragic life of lizards.
If you have watched Last Life of the Universe, the movie started off with a book entitled the same title. It's about a lizard that got so lonely when all his friends died and he became the only lizard in the universe. i can't remember if he killed himself or not. The lizard I shot (with a cam of cos) was dead stuck literally on the wall. Here's another photo taken by someone who witnessed another death of lizard stuck in PC power supply fan
The mysterious deaths (or is it suicide) of the lizards aroused the inquiring minds of the public and a forum has been set up to openly discuss the esoteric deaths of the Lisbon (species) Lizards. Some had championed the deaths to be caused by inhibiting environment. Virgins or not, we must await the autopussy of the frigid reptiles before we will ever know the truth. Stay tune. Do bring up issues related to lizards (no OB markers) as the truth can only be approximated.

"I joined drama society to improve my public speaking skills. didn't help much. joined choir in jc so that i'll have confidence in the sound my voicebox produces. another fallacy. doing ballet to improve my poise so i won't feel self-conscious of my seldom conscious body." Yes, this is all coming from a 24 year old who couldn't or maybe wouldn't come out of the shell. She has decided to join teaching to learn how to crawl out of that shell (or forced to). What next? Stay tune.

Die 30, 000 times? i dont even wanna live another life again.
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When you can't open yourself up, you open your legs. Maybe it applies to the recent article on the undergrad that hustles cos of depession. It's not just making money; it could be getting shagged by boyfriends and not getting any joy other than comfort. I wonder if it matters if they know there is nothing wrong with the depression they are having. Having no friends can be better than forcing yourself to fake a front in order to self-consciously connect to jaded folks. Confessions might relieve guilt but it sounds like a plea for acceptance anyway. So what now? Life is unfair-kill yourself or get over it.

Lizards hanged from my room's wall and died hanging there. Beetles flew in one after another then their strength dwindled (despite their rocket-like zest zooming up 11 floors) and finally they asphyxiated. I've been living here for 20 years. I'm 30,000 times bigger than them; maybe that's why I am taking so long.

I feel lousy walking out of my friend just cos i hated the crowd and most importantly.......read more

3rd and probably the last installment of Club Misanthology "Homage to a Clubber"

Read The Loneliness of the Vegetable-only Eater by Lazyladybug Lenz

What has a Symphony Orchestra and Clubbing have in common?
Click the link to check out the 2nd installment (a poem) of Club Misanthology penned by Lazyladybug Lenz. Check out Clubdiary1 if you haven't read the first

I seem to be arguing with everybody everyday these days. I'm forced to do that though i hate it. They dump their rhetorics on me, bitched about the system, and they spew propagandas like insurance agents trying to make me believe their causes and of cos they will always deny those are propagandas. maybe they are making conversations (as mentioned below) again. maybe they love me. maybe they wanna turn me on. maybe the world just wants to make me happy. maybe it's good to live on the 11th storey.
I might not appear depressed (recently) but I didn't ask to be depressed. Here i do bitching again, I'm sure you wished you didn't stumble on this blog and read this pile of crap.