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Wednesday, April 9, 2008 '
The Room of Ants.
Okay, first things first.

My room. Was just. Infested. And by infested, I mean 50 ants.

It's nuts, okay!?


This is my room's light. sEe those white things, near the light? Those are the flies. Quite some number, eh?

At first, I thought it'd be fun to watch them all drop them and die. If you're3 wondering how that works, it's through reflection. We've been doing that for 8 years.

But...


They took too long. SO LET"S SWEEP THEM! Yeah, we swung madly. on the wall, down to earth, and into the water.


This is the result in my hallway. Not so many....meh.


This is my room's one. Main attack force??



A clearer view. Scary now, right?



Overall, those ants come into my room, and I kill them. simple.

Now I torture them with satay sticks. They're still alive, so i let them crawl up, then swing them back. Fun, really. What? Animal Cruelty?

This is where it starts getting personal, ranting about my life. Avoid if neccessary.

Okay. Before I start, I wanna say, 2C, 2C. What's your problem?? Am I a black sheep?

Because you've been avoiding me. Besides 4 people, the rest treat me like complete CRAP.

What happened? I wanna know.

I sit at the table, full of 2c peeps. the next second, completely empty, besides me. What the heck is this??

I want an answer. You've made me very angry for trusting you. I think myself stupid, to think that the past was a reality. I wanna know. I wanna change, but i need to know what the heck is going on. Seriously. Before I lose control.

I can't live 4 years like this, k? Tell me how i can change. And i will. I promise I will. Only if you help me, accept me again.

I have....nothing more to say.


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My Life
>>begin_intro Welcome here. If you somehow...hate me, go ahead...click this and get the hell out..

I am myself in every way possible. I never hesitate to expose a person's lies.
And my life is controlled by a game.
The rules are simple - You trust me, I trust you.
You leave me, I ignore you.
You come back, I shut you out.
You threaten me, I'll make sure tomorrow's an impossibility for you.

The game has begun.


Didn't you know...? All hearts hide secrets. Dark ones.
>>end

Who am I?
Ian Tan.
14/08/94.
Someone who suffers (very) short term memory lost...
Often noted as 'short-tongued'.
Daydreamer.
Singer.
Complicated. Long-winded.

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What? Likes?..
This matrix alone.

What? Hates?..
Everything else. Isn't it just nice?

Those things...
To be myself; no one else will tell me what to do.

The past...

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