Hello. Yea I'm
art. I am X years old and bumming around.. This is my blog so I can say anything I want to say here and I deserve respect so if you don't give a damn you are very much welcome to leave. Cheers for me.
So, you somehow got in here. Well if you had'nt realise it yet, this is actually my blog.
Yea well, go on and read. I guess.
If you like it, comment on it.
If you don't like it, do comment on it as well.
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By the way, just in case u end up looking at my archives, and you somehow click on it, it will bring you back to this page right here.
But fret not!
you just have to click on the entries page once again to view the archives.
Troublesome, I know.
Anyway,
Cheers for me.
Again.
ARTZERO KUSTOMS
written at Tuesday, June 3, 2008
MY UBER COOL ADIDAS STAN SMITH CUSTOM KICKS, KUSTOMIZED BY NONE OTHER THAN ARTZERO HIMSELF!!
Backseat.
written at Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Life has just got to go back to the backseat.
Back at square one.
effervescense of romance
written at Monday, May 26, 2008
im stuck somewhere in the past in the effervescence of romance.im standing still while the world moves on without me, not giving a damn about me.i thought ive forgotten, but i remembered. i reminisce. and i missed being with you. i miss...
Fired.
written at Sunday, May 25, 2008
I'm on the verge of getting fired.
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~FUCKNo more late comings!!
the feelings we had
written at Thursday, May 22, 2008
Like Forest Gump once said, " Life is a like box of chocolate, you never know what you get inside." That is so true. Life is as unpredictable as the weather. Its mostly never been what u had in mind. For that reason alone, living life as optimistic as possible is good enough. Everyday is a new day.
What you did now, might not affect u immediately but maybe in the long run, it might have someting to say. Love like life is just as unpredictable. Understanding is the key to a good relationship and i seriously do belive that if u really love someone u really need to set them free, for if they return to you, the love was indeed meant to be. It might be some cheesy comment or whatsoever but yea that line strike a chord in me.
Why do people just like to worry me so much? Am I really that bad that Karma is affecting me? And so far, its almost halfway to the end of the year. Pretty fast. 2008. Nah-uh. Not a good year. Broken relationships, drifting friendships. What else might come. Why can't they just make use of me? I may not be able to solve the problems, but i'll try my hardest to achieve it till teh very end. That I know I will.
-why cant u just accept it, i know ure better off with me, time has gone to a stand still im grasping thin air trying to feel the feeling we once shared with each other wont u try ur hardest to remember. im paralysed with fear immobillised. And u disappeared. i want to whisper into ur ear the feelings i want u to hear. why wont u let me, why wont u believe the words dont seem to matter these words dont seem to matter.. wont u try ur hardest to remember the feeling we once shared together im grasping thin air trying to feel while time has gone on to a stand still i know ure better off with me so why cant u just accept it.... -
~ feelings we had. artzero 08.
FOR FUCK SAKE IM BETTER OFF DEAD!!
written at Wednesday, April 2, 2008
mood- raging
music- none
I wanna kill him. I wanna kill him ritght now. Right now! I fucking Hate him. My hands are trembling. Im not worth the cents. Im not worth living. To him Im nothing. i cant kill him. Then I d disappear myself. Well this is the final goodbye. I have despised him for very long. I cant stand it anymore. I totally cant. tomorrow. I will die. Everything will be over. ANd i will obviously be in hell. For thats where i belong. I dont know anything about my religion and im just some useless fuck thats just bumming around here. For fuck. For fuck For fuck. Im still still trembling. I fucking hate the way he does things. I fucking hate the way he handles the house. As though Everything he did was right. As though he is the GOD of the house. I fucking hate him and i wished he burned and die. I dont fucking recognize him as my father. Hes just some son aof a gun dwelling and creating unrest at my place amonghst me and my bro. A fucking living being. Good thing his time is up soon. Cant wait till the day he die. Either he die first or i die first. I Dont fucking care. And i'll definately be smiling if he ever died. For i shall NEVER EVER cried for his fuck face. My heart is rotten. And I know it all too well. I hate him. I despise him. I loathe at him.
FEVER TAKEOVER!!
written at Sunday, March 30, 2008
mood- dizzy music- Soba Ni Iru Ne BY THELMA AOYAMA feat. SOULJAI haven't been updating lately. Well I'm just too lazy. Theres too much things going on right now. And I'm very much tired. Fatigue. Exhaustion. Staffs and people you could replace, but friends? Friends are irreplaceable. Thats what they are. And I'm losing some of them right now. Precious to me. Sigh. It stressed me out. Depression...
Anyway, I've been sick for like almost two weeks straight now. My fever have been going up and down. Twice I've been to the doctor and it almost cost me a bomb. Almost a hundred bucks. Finally the fevers almost down, but well, we'll see i guess.
Signing off for now.
