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The Chronicles of Ulic
Begin Once More
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
i like friends. i have many of them. mostly real. a few are imaginary. but sometimes, when i get all moody and depressed (i don't really know why i get all moody and deressed but nevermind), i start to think. i know. it's amazing that i can think.
anyways, i think about why i have friends.... and whether or not they are all the same to me. turns out they're not (surprise!). let me see... how do i categorise my friends? and i kept on thinking... the sudden (well,not really sudden; it was kinda slow. i'm kinda slow) realisation that i have few actual friends hit me.
let me explain. you see, i interact with lotsa people everyday (just like everyone else in this freakin world but hey, let me boost my ego a little, huh?) and i don't even remember most of these interactions. so i ask: WHY? WHY, GOD? WHY?
not too sure whether god answered, but i guess i have an answer (thank you, God). it all boils down to the materialistic monster in me. I WANT OTHER PEOPLE'S MONEY.
i lurve money. any people who have money, regardless of how annoying they are (except my ACM) are my best friends. until they run out. then they're just useless pathetic pieces of bull faeces. BUT...
i realise that there is this small number of people who don't really have any money that i interact with. and the amazing thing is that i don't think that they're pieces of bull faeces!!!!!!!!! amazing!
so it seems that i do have a heart. a tiny, little, pathetic, superfluous, all-the-synonyms-of-extra, heart. i kinda like it. yeah. so that's another irrelevant post done. peace out. or in. whatever.
"Do Unto Others... Then Run"
Dumped At10:49 am
i AM myself
i am an INTP. look up the mbti website.
typically, that means i am a creative ideas man.
i'm far from typical, though, so being INTP means i am...
cynical
skeptical
sarcastic
insensitive
unfeeling
just downright pessimistic
what i mean to say is, there is no bright side to anything.
but now i'm a lot better. thanks to my significant other. Liss you.
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2 Comments:
wth. hahah so meean cann. dun wanna be your friend ready.
so uh... do i haf money??? wahaha miss u guys lah
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