whining ahead

fuck la i cannot find my rings! i cannot find any friggin ring. i used to have heaps of em but they keeep getting themselves lost over and over and over again.
when i need to wear a ring i cannot find one.
wad the he.kk.

shit la im hungry also. there is an empty coke can on the table had cold pizza for dinner. supposed to eat at my g'ma's rehab place but i was afraid to stink up the whole hospital room and cause all the sick people to sleep and breathe in pizza fumes. not a very good thing to do. i must be charitable

what on earth am i saying i feel so random now. i feel like a fraction of a whole. is that another way of saying im incomplete? *sings the backstreet boys latest hit arrrghhh so maybe one day i can stare at the wall and say "ooer, you complete me!" aka jerry maguire. lomantic right. wah i scare myself with my romanticism sometimes so love so dove so lovey is my dovey.

Blooodaey Hell i feel like venting my frustration on something someone. i wish i had a punching bag. for waht? to punch la obviously LIKE DURRRRHHHH. my gawd my stomach is making those funny hungry noise sounds. u know those days where u feel like the world is so big and u r so small. uyeah today is one such day.

fuck.

there i just felt like saying it. sometimes i say

fook.

same old same old

i think life throws at you what u cannot handle when you least expect it.
like your lifespan itself is unpredictable. when will you depart this beauty called earth or is life on earth really all that beautifuk? so much killing many dying murder and arson and sucide and terrorism. i think sometimes human beings have nothing better to do that they have to create chaos and a living hell on earth itself.
they just cannot wait to die and then to enter hell. they have to make to with fragile life on this earth at the inconvenience and huge expense of the peace loving zen people around them

like myself.

argh i am going to feed my soul. my stomach is a part of my body which is connected to my brain and thus wired to my soul. therefore when i consume consumable material i feed my soul.

soup for the soul, soul nutrient.

i am leaving before you stop reading bye.