Its all about appearances.

It's surreal man. And I realised I'm highly undependable....as in like super, blonde-chick undependable. I resolve to be freaking dependable from now on. Its an image. Talking about image right....think its time we did something bout Pending Explusion. We're sort of freaking shredders already, but putting across a proper punk(ahem) cover is probably harder than matching a Satriani-Vai duet. We're writing so....we'll tighter up and see how far our sinking ship gets along in the ocean of fucking-dead red and white Sin-Ga-por sea.

no girl likes a realist, send in the.....

Haha. I decided to start blogging again. weehee. I recently came across a whole freaking bunch of blogs er....that are so freaking cool. "God has really showed me the truth and I pray that everyone else will receive eternal salvation!" "PW sucks....they should abolish all that crap." "I'll wait for her...as long as I have to..." Yada. Yada. Blah. Blah. So right....I decided since there are already so many cliche blog floating around, why not join in the fun? Then I'll get to do that cliche anti-the-world-stuff. Ain't that cool? I get to be a hater-wannabe, er...wait I'm a emo kid right? Wait a second....oh ya I'm a jock. No that's wrong...I'm the everyman. Is that right? Argh...identity crisis + Loads of time to waste + I like talking to myself. Weehee. WOOHOO.