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All right, I'll stop complaining...

I have an awesome Stevie Wonder CD now, and it practically went for a dime. Uh, maybe more like $13 bucks. Well, here's to motown moseying.

And, uh, I cut my hair too, so my waves are back. Obviously.

The Price of Death.

Life is so cheap, I can imagine it on a discount rack right about now...

...Or maybe during the Great Singapore Sale (Oh, I can't wait!)

Stumbled on this lovely little parody site and boy, was I suddenly bloodthirstier than usual. What is it that drives a human to kill another? I don't know -- Bullshit, I do know. And one word : Competition. Ah, the quintessentially primal instinct to protect what one wishes to claim as one's own. Especially in the case of when your own resourced are threatented by the very existence of the parasite, or more specifically a personified fungal growth from the tinea classification.

And as for me, I feel like bawling my eyes out, since none of that is real. Brazen but beautiful idea for plain work of fiction. Also, had I the funds to pay for a Hitman's informational needs, travel expenses, weaponry, accomodations, bribery, artistry(my personal favourite, this I wouldn't mind) and miscellaneous contingency plans, I'd bloody hell get rid of several people, whose wickedness suck up too much air for good folk to live on.



And the "people" from the aforementioned site don't kill animals. Pussies. (Obviously fakes.) I'd love a rabbit risotto anytime. Or skinning all of the neighbourhood's cats, but what the hell am I going to do with all those ratty feline pelts?


The. Lyne. is. out.

Personal issues.

Let's see... I have a problem with me.

Okay, so it isn't one problem but big a truckload of them. Tough. So I decided out of plain boredom what horrors I can present myself with to the world. I mean seriously, who wants to take a damned hermit for real? I certainly don't and anyone who believes me is suckered all the way.

One. I hate just about everything, simply because I stopped loving a long time ago. There was that feeling I had being nice but I think that part of me died. I wonder how the fuck I could put up with so much shit from people who couldn't give anything but crap back. Retribution doesn't exist.

Two. Having a temper is good but indifference is way past better. I mean, what is the point of blowing up when all I could do is laugh until my eyeballs burst with humour leaking out of them. Either that or a wicked little snigger would suffice to soothe the sinister soul. Ah, to be the sadist.

Three. I like spending money on presents for myself. And now I'm seriously in need of good cash. Now how the fuck do I get a pussy of a local diploma and then a degree? Damned institutions behave so bleedin' uppity, they think they're, what, kikes? But what do you expect? I have no love for the stupid country I live in. Multi-racial my yellow ass.

Four. I hate having a conscience. Really, I really don't need a soul. Seriously, the meaning of life is only 42. So what's the point, really? I am just a piece of meat joined together by cartilage, tendons and all that stuff.

Five. Loneliness is the best thing to have. Who actually loves to share a public toilet? Or borrow a tattered library book? Or go out and dance in filthy mosh pits in smoky, sweaty that trendy dance clubs that boast orgies that actually emphasize our enslavement to the most primal of needs. Fancy how we can actually ourselves the most mentally developed creatures on the planet. I wonder if I need friends...

Oh, and if you think you really me? You don't. Only I do.

Dismally myself,
Lyne

Love in the air...

And I still love Vincent Valentine...

Dirge of Cerberus

cLiCk On It! yOu MuSt!! I cOmMaNd YoU!!!

"A step forward and no stepping back."

"A step forward and no stepping back."

Well, that can be beautifully said for an ambitionless hopeful and a spiritually crushed individual -- that is, me -- for a resolution to uphold. But it cannot be the same for how technology advances and leaving everything 'aged' just plain obsolete.

Quicktime 7, for instance, cannot install on systems running Windows 98 and older. And likewise for Media Player 9. And the Xbox 360? Huh. Selected "well selling" titles are considered for backward compatibility.

It seems people love getting new toys and not caring at all to treasure them until newer models (oh how sleek and shiny) start popping up. Yeah, and all I wanted was an old iPod. Fuck that, it ain't coming.

I suppose there are "weirdos" (finger tweaking included) who keep 200-year old violins. And, oh, why is it actually worth spending so much on a piece of old junk when they can get a new violin from any damned music store? Same goes for wine.

And when people now get older in the not-too-distant future, they should be simply chucked aside. After all, who cares about old stuff anyway...

NeW yEaR. oLd Me.

No fucking kidding. It's seriously 1 bleedin' in the a.m.

And I'm over a month late... No, I don't mean I'm pregnant either.

"sO hOw'S yOuSe PeOpLe BeEn?"
(Why am I typing like this? Fuck do I know...)
The New Years -- yeah, yeah, BOTH the Solar and the Lunar -- have gone by and boy, I need to get my priorities. But guess what? I am too damned tired to care about doing shit like self-improvement. So be it. I hate a lot of more things now and I love myself for admitting that. I'll get down to updating this blog with my insanely dull life wHeNeVeR. i. FeEl. LiKe. It.

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Damn, I wish I was on pot or something. I'd prolly sleep like a baby after pulling a "That 70's Show" moment. Speaking of which, I realize now how much Church from Red Versus Blue reminds me of Eric Foreman. Dorkiness included too. Hmm, not bad at all, at least some parts of the cognitive functions in my brain are still functioning.

So here's my whoop-dee-frickin'-doo update on my life. Otherwise it's all ended up pissy as always. And on a side note? No, maybe not in MY blog I'll spam it over to my chum blog. Too bad for ya, gurly.

~ LyNe OuT.