1,000 points for you maam (if you havent realized yet, my titles never have anything to do with the posts)

hmm~ yesterday's post sparked a thought~ i've always been used to describing a person but if someone asked me to describe myself, i think it's kinda hard... well, of course, when most people are asked to describe themselves, i doubt anyone ever said "well, i cheated in my test when i was 16" (i didnt do that), "never finished my homework often in high school and did last minute work" (denying that), "lied through my nose" (and that), "watch porn" (i'm not saying anything till my lawyer gets here)~ anyway, that's besides the point but you get the drift, how many people actually says negative things about themselves? in a way, when we introduce ourselves to someone, we're "marketing" ourself to them... so i guess, we like to impress? well, i certainly do... sometimes...

well, i guess, to describe myself, i'd say, i'm someone that is quiet ocasionally, hysterical the next, and probably in between sometimes... like all average normal homosapiens, i feel sad sometimes, and happy the rest of the time... if life has no sad moments, we wont appreciate nor understand what is happiness right? anyway, i guess, i'm someone whom will never backstab anyone else (unless necessary)~ i'm joking... actually, there's a thin line between gossiping and backstabbing... gossipers enjoy what they're doing and just like to share stories with the world, not that different from news casters etc... whereas backstabbers, they adore what they're doing and are willing to create gossips in order to fulfill their duties... at the expense of people's feelings! harumph~

anyway, i lost my point again -_- well, i used to be a VERY VERY (times that with 1,000,000 and put that to the power of 1,000,000 gazillion fruttalion) good boy... i always helped around the house, sometimes surprise my parents by cleaning the whole house with my sister~ well, of course, putting toys in the bath tub isnt exactly cleaning the place or anything but it was neat and i was 6 or something.. hang on, that would make my sis 2 years old or something~ damn~ so i got duped into cleaning the house all alone... damn... anyway, the catalyst of my corruption happened in st. xaviers~

actually, st. xaviers enlightened me a lot... and brought me my first taste of friends whom cant hold a single secrets (i emphatize with them though, their mouths has been given the curse of exploding into a gazillion mini hobbits if they dont spread every secret they're told~ i wouldnt like such a life) but thankfully, also good friends whom i know will always be there for me, no matter what... yes, that's right, it's even more powerful that gay love~ anyway, during my first year there...

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well, i wanted to sleep and just decided to write a poem before i did, so here goes...

the colours of the wind,
paints the sky a deep blue hue,
and here i am wondering,
is there anything that lies for me,
beyond that horizon,

i’m not really sure,
the reasons of my existence,
but somehow i can see,
the life that i should lead is not easy,
perhaps i'm just blind,

i cant be certain,
the reasons of life's pain,
the trials and tribulation,
it's just something i'm blinded from,
perhaps i'm just ignorant,

maybe there's just something i dont know,
maybe i've always been kept in the dark,

the colours of the rain,
paints the sky a deep blue hue,
and here i am pondering,
will there be anything that lies for me,
beyond that horizon