Interlude Part 2/Afterlife - DeniseKang
Monday, October 12, 2009
2:15 AM
So HAY guys,
I'm so so fuckin sorry I haven't been blogging.
I have been busy and more often just plain lazy.
So anyways, before returning to my routine posts, I just have a few issues to clear up.
Firstly, I just wanna say that I appreciate Annette's way of telling me not to swear so much.
Cause she's not trying to force me to stop swearing like, "Fuck if you keep swearing you'll go to hell." So thanks.
But I just wanna put this here: I know you're uncomfortable with me swearing but that's just how I am. Perhaps I'm rebellious, whenever there's a stereotype/taboo/system, I'm obliged to go against it. Maybe I'm just retarded, I don't fuckin know. But I really enjoy the person I am now, even if im missing a few screws, but at least I'm not one to fit into society and all.
Okay, I think I've emphasized that a million times.
ANYWAYS, yeah you get my point.
Moving ON, which really, there isn't cause apparently, it's fuckin 2.21am and I had a sudden urge to blog, but that URGE is GONE. Like when you have the urge to take a piss and everything flows out for like 10 seconds, after which it stops. I'm there, drained and positively bored as fuck.
Afterlife:
One of the few things that fascinate me, apart from girls, money, and well, more girls.
How would you imagine yourself kicking the good ol bucket? Could it be sacrificing your life for a loved one, like all emo kids think of? No? How about choking to death on your own dump? Realise its like smoking, just that instead of shit it's nicotine. So yeah, if you smoke, not only does it mean that you're paying for your lung cancer, but you're dying in the shittiest way ever, literally.
Oh yeah and I don't believe in reincarnation.
Imagine if God says: Daaaayum I'm not making you human again, How about the pubes growing out of your Son's.
You'll be watching him jerk off every single fuckin time.
AND GUESS WHAT, this has nothing to do with the afterlife. Oh wait it does, remotely.
The corniest death comes when you see your crush in the path of a speeding vehicle and you push her away to get knocked down yourself and ends up dying. Don't lie, I swear, EVERYONE has imagined that scene before: your crush crying over your limp corpse etc.
MOVING ON. IM REALLY EXCITED, cause I'll be staying over in school tmr. I know, I never thought I'd ever say that.When I left high school, I kept picturing the building up in flames, and the people I dislike running out with their asses on fire. BWAHAHAHA.
I'm such an asshole, but whatever.
AND FUCK ME, my sentences arent joining again. GOD THIS IS FRUSTRATING.
Oh and I really wanna get rid of my Singlish accent for good. But being in Singapore makes it really hard. SADFACE.
I SOOO envy people who can somehow make their sentences connect naturally. Mine are like, idk, all over the fuckin place. SIGH. WILL SOMEONE GOOD IN ENGLISH TEACH ME? ):
