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Saturday, April 14, 2007

Schizo-Freak

Haoyi, MacMoo, Da Niu, Da Cow, Moo. Etc etc. Some of the many names of me. This goes to show how schizophrenic the author can be. Multi personality disorder patient, I don’t think so, but definitely not your normal or average nice little man. I’m weird, I’m childish, I’m hysterical anything but normal. Leave now IF you are fearful.

Do you act differently in front of different people? Sometimes I think I do. But I think every once in awhile everyone is guilty of doing that. Think of the last time you said “Please maaaa Give me another 5 million. Thanks…” (Eyes fluttering sweetly, a.k.a sweet and obedient moo) vs “That F***ing piece of shit. Stepped on my toes again today” (Dilated pupils, flushed cheeks and enlarged nostrils, violent, vulgar and the more “Manly” moo).

Sometimes I sit there. Dazed. Thinking. Who am I? Who are the people who “like” the real me or even know the real me? How many times have you put up a false front just to be accepted or to “fit in”? Well, as you can see, this is one of those times. Again.

A friend once commented that my blog is so depressive. Can I make it less so? Blog about something happier, nicer and all? This just made me realized, perhaps I am born depressive. Beneath all the silly jokes, the mindless banter, the 99% of the time smiling face, the occasional cussing and the drunkedness, perhaps I am just a depressive freak craving for release and escape?

Why am I always blogging about this crap? I myself don’t know. Why do I even bother to expose this vulnerability to the world (World Wide Web What!), by posting this online, bare for all to see? I also don’t know.

Reading through this before posting it, also made me realise another thing about myself. My ability to communicate and express myself is either deteriorating really rapidly with my engineering studies OR, was never any good in the first place. Perhaps I ought to do something about it soon. (Don’t lie to yourself moo. You are just too lazy to care! HA!)

Wandering mind. Again. On a day where I should be desperately mugging to catch up on lost time from ineffective studying.

Oh well.

Music: Meja – All Bout Money (What isin’t right?)
Mood: Stonned

|Daneo| 4:42 PM|

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Schizo-Freak |4:42 PM

Haoyi, MacMoo, Da Niu, Da Cow, Moo. Etc etc. Some of the many names of me. This goes to show how schizophrenic the author can be. Multi personality disorder patient, I don’t think so, but definitely not your normal or average nice little man. I’m weird, I’m childish, I’m hysterical anything but normal. Leave now IF you are fearful.

Do you act differently in front of different people? Sometimes I think I do. But I think every once in awhile everyone is guilty of doing that. Think of the last time you said “Please maaaa Give me another 5 million. Thanks…” (Eyes fluttering sweetly, a.k.a sweet and obedient moo) vs “That F***ing piece of shit. Stepped on my toes again today” (Dilated pupils, flushed cheeks and enlarged nostrils, violent, vulgar and the more “Manly” moo).

Sometimes I sit there. Dazed. Thinking. Who am I? Who are the people who “like” the real me or even know the real me? How many times have you put up a false front just to be accepted or to “fit in”? Well, as you can see, this is one of those times. Again.

A friend once commented that my blog is so depressive. Can I make it less so? Blog about something happier, nicer and all? This just made me realized, perhaps I am born depressive. Beneath all the silly jokes, the mindless banter, the 99% of the time smiling face, the occasional cussing and the drunkedness, perhaps I am just a depressive freak craving for release and escape?

Why am I always blogging about this crap? I myself don’t know. Why do I even bother to expose this vulnerability to the world (World Wide Web What!), by posting this online, bare for all to see? I also don’t know.

Reading through this before posting it, also made me realise another thing about myself. My ability to communicate and express myself is either deteriorating really rapidly with my engineering studies OR, was never any good in the first place. Perhaps I ought to do something about it soon. (Don’t lie to yourself moo. You are just too lazy to care! HA!)

Wandering mind. Again. On a day where I should be desperately mugging to catch up on lost time from ineffective studying.

Oh well.

Music: Meja – All Bout Money (What isin’t right?)
Mood: Stonned

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Daneo.

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