I can scream. It hurts. *Cough*

So there's this guy.

Oh wow. I thought it was a typo too. No ladies, nothing sexual about it. So nothing to add to your weird fantasies. Quite the contrary- wait, what's the opposite for it?

So I've been getting a lot of heat from everyone around college. Other than the fact that I'm good looking, drives a car, wears red jeans, speaks sexy English, accent included (Yes, I do have an accent.), and being better in general, I don't see any reason to look at me and wishing you're me. Hmm.

Um. I felt like I've talked about this before. Oh ya. I did.

The only difference this time is there actually someone who came and talked. To sum it all up to a simpler form: "I'm with the 3 coloured obsessed family of supposedly religion (and race)-related organization which I am deeply proud of because even though it's actually should be a secret group, ala The Priory Of Sion, everyone not living under a rock knows about it and are dumb enough to be intimidated because I, allegedly have connections all over the place and I can do anything I want. Fear me."

It's the same old shit, different day.

Why can't someone says this instead; "I'm with no one. No group. No frat or whatever. I have connections but I will never use it. Ever. The connections I have is coincidentally because they are people that I know of, or the word "Friends" can also be applied and they are willing to help me if I asked for it. But I prefer to beat you up myself. And you are free to fight back. Or are you the type that needs 'connections' to come after me? If so, make sure I'm dead. For I will find you as long as I draw breath. Kill me. For your sake."

Whatever happened to Mano e Mano? Gladiatoresque duel till death? Something like Quick Draw. Even. Jousting would be fun too. And painful.

Instead, it must be 10 for 1. I'd still say bring it. But after that, it's 20 for 1. So on and so forth. That, is just vexatious. If only I'd still have emotions. This might be the part where I should be pissing my pants and feel... trepidated? I don't know. I can't remember. And it's fasting month, I'd be concentrating on eating. And eating. So bugger off. Bugger... bugger... burger... burger... oh fuck.

I was at Scene Sensation Spot during our Indie Day. And I cried, inside. Wept for humanity. Wept for the future. Absolutely nothing to do with our country though. Stood out in my Reds. Envy, everywhere. Fireworks was just meh.

Taking a break from jamming. Too hectic. As stated prior, food first. Money second? Oh, family. Yes, that.

Anyways, couple of minutes till I devour what Mom, like magic, creates Heaven On Plates and Bowls out of nothing.

I'm done.
Afan.