yay!!!

i am a stalker!
ok. maybe not in real life.
ok. maybe just that half of myself.

just cyber stalking. nothing more.

real life stalking? can't do sir.
i take pride in my ego.
though the other timid me always tries to ruin that whenever i let my guard down.
so she talks to me, what could i actually reap?
so she hi-ed me back, can i touch her or anything?
so they bagi salam to me. duh... imma fucking oldfag, 2nd year. bak kata mike, "senior terlajak". screw u dude!
so much for all those attention...

what matter most, ME. (and i always have this, urge, to laugh a evil lord laugh. like, MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!)
yes. i dress to appeal MYSELF.
opinions? like I care.
imma weirdo? all MY otherselves call YOU one.
hell, if i can have my dna cloned and modded to become a girl, i would fuck her.
fuck it. i could even go gay for me.
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right...
definitely not that.

whatever. enough with self-gratifying.

i love strawberries.
call me a faggot but those damn berries are so nice, i've decided to have a farm of one.
much better then cherries. those are overrated.

kinda realized that most of my posts look unintelligent and uneducated.
no capitalization (fuck capitalism :P).
short and meaningless.
wtf? all these were written by the sulky, not-yet-showered, bored me.

























now what did i've just told ya?