What went wrong?

Dammit. I need a vent.
Yes. Like Krakatoa.
The hell went wrong while i was away?
Sisters.
Now, the resolution is so small.
Everything became so big.
Nothing i did was able to change it.
What in the world did she do?
I hate this and........
SCREW THOSE FUCKING LEWD POP-UPS MAN!
CANT TAKE THIS SHIT ANYMORE!
CLEAN UP! damn him...
Hell.
And that idiot of a sis can't even gimme a reason why the screen became liddat.
She said it simply is...
After the previous flops...
I can't believe a single word.

That was for today.
This is for yesterday.

Saturday. The J2 Drama members were cordially invited to a farewell party.
At East Coast Park, Pit. 61.
So i met up with Su Zhen and Jane.
And we proceeded to our destination on 135.
We dropped. Went uderpass. And emerged onto East Coast park.
Perfect. We were on time at 4.
Now, its time for pit hunting.
Where in the world was Pit 61?
So i checked the nearest Pit no.
Horror streaked across my face.
I told the girls,'You dun wanna noe...'
'What?' they said.
And so i said,' Pit 5'.
'WHAT?' they said again.
And i knew this was gonna be a wonderful walk.
Thing is, i never knew how wonderful...
So, we thought.
Let's juz walk.
I mean, can't be that long right? Right...
After half an hour, we were at Pit 20 odd.
And we were gettin restless...
At Pit. 30 odd, i was seriously harbouring thoughts of bike-hijacking.
After 1 hour. We reached a huge depression hollow.
Right. Detour.
Problem is, the pits are not always constant.
It's like a whole buncha pits. Then a stretch of pitless beach.
And we would whine.
And i keep FLIPPIN PINECONES INTO MY FLOPS!
Wasn't really that enjoyable.
After an ardous 1 and a 1/2 hour journey we reached Pit. 61......
And we cursed... Hell yea we did... Or i did =)
Had fun. Frisbee monkey later volleyball monkey.
Sorry about the ppl I injured with the frisbee =P
Been monkey quite a few times.
Couldnt help it.
Was gettin dark, i was grabbing air or shootin trees.
Ate. Posed. Chatted.
I'm like one of the craziest posers around.
I'm not postin pictures.
I'll disgrace myself.
Think Melly is infatuated with Bryan or something.
Keeps goin on how nice he is to send her here... Yadda Yadda.
Ok, sorry abt being a gossip monger.
Thinkin alot of ppl hate me behind my back for that or somethin...
Hope she doesn't read this.
I'll prolly have a disfigured tagboard. Cowers*

What's up?

How long has it been?
I feel numbed.
I suppose it's a natural defensive measure the body undertakes.
Considering the barrage of everything possible on my sensory receptors.
I'm nearly pushed to overload.
I'm on shutdown mode man....
I somehow lack the ability to make myself study.
Then i'll poke at myself, cursin and swearin...
Wow.... One day it'll come as no surprise as i drive myself nuts.
Been feelin totally on edge all e time.
Like some stealthy predator lyin in wait to snap at an instant.
What's up?
I dunno...
Can't answer.
Quotin Sanah:
Yes, I'm a walking schizophrenic.
Burstin at the seams.
That what exam stress does?
God. I hate it.
Life makes you wonder sometimes.
Carefree and easy as i am.
Life never ceases to make a mockery outta me.
It seems to take sadistic pleasure in watching me writhe in agony,
In the deepest pits of my being.
I'm not depressed or anything.
That seems to be the monopoly of girls.
No one guy can breach that.
I juz needed a space and time to let go.
To let go of all i'm clenching onto.
I throw my bafflement aside.
And trust in faith,
That for my existence here,
I hope i'm living for a reason,
No matter how far or unknown it may be,
I choose to believe in a purpose for life,
For that's what fuels me to live in this world.
This deteriorating, degrading, disintegrating world that humans are tearing apart.
Because...
It is the only comfort left available to me.

He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.