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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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Random Thought
Well yes, this is really not my main shiz, but it is a convenient place to have. Perhaps I shall come around and renovate it one of these days and make it seem more homely.On another note, why do I talk like this when I blog? I certainly don't sound so much like so in real life. Generally that is. It's so... obnoxious. And pseudo-Brit. Hahahaha! Must be Diane Setterfield rubbing off her influence on me. Oh, and I have just recently finished reading Orhan Pamuk's Snow as well. Well, okay, I flash-read a lot of the ending because after the Hotel Asia (or was it Asya?) and Demirkol's entrance, I got extremely bored of it. Yes, yes, Europe is the symbol of modernism and religion is but a backward misconception of saviour that the poor have. However, I liked how the book managed to upset me with its ideas on religion, some which I bitterly resign myself to agree with. But at the end of the say, I still want to ask Sunay Zaim, 'Okay, your opinion on freedom and liberty is yours to keep, but tell me, do you believe in life after death, in the immortal soul, in the tally of right and wrong?' I'll be content with whatever answer he gives, as long as it's a clear yes/no. Aaah, my hands itch for the controller. KH: Birth By Sleep is out, by the way, and I can barely wait with anticipation for the English release. I just hope Jesse McCartney doesn't butcher Ven as much as he destroyed Roxas. And Haley Joel Osment, please stay sober during the recording sessions if you are going to voice act for BBS. I mean, I fell in love with Sora because of you, damnit! Another, another random note. Mr UIA sms-ed me again. Argh! Enough!!! |