Celldweller-ing

Because his music is just so epic and it took me so litte time to fell in love with his work.

Oh, new year is in 24 hours. Might not be here to recap my final 2010 moments, but what the hell. Not like it's of any importance.

Happy new year, kids.

You Jelly?

Trolling. Satire, fooling, entrapment. Call it whatever. It is, a mythical profession, dedicated to ridiculate any force against the palm of your hand with lulzy result. It is, an art resulting from the past actions of everyone and everything, condemned in a small tome, lost in the ark of ages. It is, a juxtaposition of everything given to you through a small C shape pipe.

Trolling.

You jelly?

Back to nature. It's 5.24am. Now most of the time entries within the time of midnight to dusk is a bother to read due to the apparition of emo-ity. But no, today, as a failed lark, I brought upon you a tale of the past. The tale whereby I, young Teddy, entered a white building, with a cut throat endorsement. No, not the lawyer's office. The hospital.

You jelly?

As most of you, and I do press on that heavily, have already known, my immune system is in comparable to tofu. A little nudge and my flesh disperse, into all direction. No, do not insert jelly trolling now as I will slap your head. Right after dunking it in a flaming bath of fi-

You jelly?

The tale starts off with an unhappy Teddy. Now why is he unhappy? He must have been sick, and tired. And yes he was. Stacked with the barrens of work and such, his body could not take it after hitting the "wall". Crumbling down, the mixture of jelly was destroyed. It's like what those people say. Not enough gelatine la wei.

The next thing I remembered was he fell on the ground. With an overheated body, of 40 degrees. That's in celcius, mind you American readers. Hazily as it sounds to me, his heartrate was over 200 a minute. Now that is amazingly high. So he was rushed to Lam Wah Ee(horribly overpriced for an awesome place to stay, mind I say), IV-ed and such.

You jelly.

Overall he's fine, except being suspected for H1N1, and dengue. But those are crap made by the government to control the overexposure of child production. And believe me. They are.

And so on, he is back on his feet. And back to normal. And fear for thy tale is over.

Screw this post, you jelly.

TLDR - Teddy got into hospital, checked out fine, you jelly?
Trolling is a art.




Now that last line was trolling. Attempting to fix it is a successful trolling attempt. Which in by this case, you jelly.

I need a hero (To save me now)

I am somewhat addicted to Skillet and their type of rock. Simply because they do. And I don't mind recommending them to friends, but none of them share the same value of appreciation like I do towards non-mainstream music?

Speaking of loneliness, my birthday is approximately in 41 more hours, add 3 hours if you want the EXACT time of birth. And I'm sort of predicting a sad lonely day where everyone is having fun, forgetting about what 14 December holds. Like I once said before, "how significant can I get?"

I've just ninja-d my friend's Facebook(rare huh?) and on his birthday, he received lots of birthday wishes. Yes, I am jealous. That's because I am, like you, human. And I do get jealous when someone else gets appreciated rather than me.

Boohoo, crybaby Teddy.

But then you know you just can't kill a man when he's dead. I don't like wallowing in empty void, awaiting for a miracle anymore. It sucks when you're that vulnerable. It sucks too when you have so many things you want to share, but at the presence of others, you bottle them up, and sink it far inside.

A more exact line would be falling inside the black.

So I could be classified as a sudden temporary emo. Give me a computer, a connection and no friends after 2a.m and I'm bound to screw up and think about the dark and the past. Not so strong after all, am I?

Blah, I'm gonna go head to sleep now.

Emo post sucks.

Comatose

Has it ever occured to you that you forgot to do something in the past and now it's back to haunt you, leaving you confused, nimbled and lost?

I rather rot in the dark alone than spend another minute with you.

How could you, how could you, how could you hate me?

When all I wanted to be was you?

How could you, how could you, how could you love me?

When all you gave me was open wounds?

Tell me why you broke me down and betrayed my trust in you?

You can't stop me from falling apart,
cause my self-destruction is all your fault.

Stupid hole in slipper. GAH!

I SEE WHAT YOU DID THAR!

Stop eating. Hotel. Food.
They make you cling on them, like narchotics. Some sort of unwordable pleasure, acquired with a splash of tabasco sauce. It. WILL. Make. You. Fat. Faster.

Well it implies if the food is above decent, because seriously, no one wants to eat disgusting thing, save for Bear Grylls.

Out of context, was going downhill about 130km/h. No, not some crappy small degree slope, but the bad ass downhill behind Equatorial Hotel. It felt good, and for some reason, flashed me back 3 years when I was a real happy free cat.
I don't get to do random unconventional things as much as I used to back then. The sudden faintings, random screamings, nonstop laughters. They're more or less gone, or hiding in a dark room behind the lobby. And its up to me to get them back.

The quest for liberation begins!