Year End Musing

For past few years, the year end has always be a period that I particularly appreciated. Not solely because I'm on a long holiday but mainly because it has always be a time where I look back through the passage of time to evaluate the journey so far.

Now, of course just focusing only on the past is definitely something unhealthy so I've also taken the liberty to set my direction for the future as well. The experience this year however serves to be very interesting both in retrospect and forethought as well.

I've spent a lot of time on this past few days to rediscover myself and hopefully re-awakened the spirit I've lost of the years. In these few days I focused on revisiting traumatic incidents of the past and to finally open myself up to different sides of the story. I've now officially understood the incident from all angles but one.

It's unbelievable, I think I'm finally ready to face that one last factor that I've been avoiding all these years. In revisiting the old memories and old places, many of the ways that I've seen things though shattered before my eyes previously has somehow found a way to shatter once more leaving only the truth.

I admit, it's shocking. The images and the charades that was played is now all so clear to me and if I may add, I'd say touche. Oddly, even realizing all these truth until today there's not an ounce of grudge I've held in me. Of course, I am affected and I am of course saddened by the incident but I sense no anger, no hatred, no negative emotions whatsoever harbored towards the person.

Upon realizing this, a thought comes to mind. While this may not apply to some, but I do believe a large portion of who we are and how we behave stems from our parents. We always look up to them as role models and in our eyes they are always perfect. So we live by their values and their beliefs. You may disagree, but that's why I said it may not apply to all.

So what happens when you are "enlightened" with their flaws? What happens when you realize none of which you have previously believed are actually facts? What happens when the glass of deception shatters right before your eyes and what you see surfacing from that are their ugly and disgusting imperfections which are not aligned to your current values?

As theorized by Canadian-born US psychiatrist Ernie Bern
during the late 1950s our ego states consists of the Parent-Adult-Child,
Given the recent revelations, I guess this is the time I break away to from the Parent and transition into developing the "Adult" in me.

I guess, this is the fallacy in our current social paradigm. As this incident acts as a catalyst to propel me to be a better man, I feel I've changed in many significant ways. In ways so significant, I sometimes ask myself

"Who the fuck are you?"

Which is odd, because I am me. How can I ask myself about me when the person who would know best about myself is me? In ways both physical and mental I simply cannot recognize who I am anymore.Change is great but scary, it happens at such a fast pace that sometimes the mind simply cannot compute the change.

So much has changed internally that I secretly suspect an intelligent alien race might have abducted my initial essence and replaced it with a different one hence making me a completely different person than I was. I was of course, joking. A little humor goes a long way.


These 365 days, I've spent a lot of time re-inspecting my career path and I'm really afraid of what I am beginning to see. As compared to the past 2 years, my growth has been nothing but stagnant. They were almost no new challenges faced or lessons learned, there were some but not enough to be noteworthy I suppose.

So with my chin held up high and chest put forward I've finally decided. I decided to change my career. 3 streak of great years with this company will now come to an end. I admit to, it's little bit scary to jump into a new environment.

To manage a bunch of complete strangers to myself, with the familiar comforts and support of the management that I previously knew. Scary as it sounds, I think it's exciting. Breaking out of my comfort zone makes me pissed scared but it also makes me feel alive.

So goodbye to you my once fair love, for I was in a job where I was practically married to the company. We must now part ways for mutual benefits. So I challenge you year 2011, I challenge you to be as difficult and rough on me as you possibly can. I dare you to throw all possible obstacles at me from all different directions and I will conquer it all as I have done in this past two years.

Surprise me 2011.

I look forward to it with excitement.

I've ranted enough, farewell for now.

Did you have a good 365 days?

Hello boys & girls,

Wow, its just unbelievable 2009 is officially a thing of the past now.
Congratulations! We are now..

365 days/
52.177457 weeks/
8765.81277 hours/
525,948.766 minutes/
31,556,926 seconds

...closer to our dying breathe. Here's a fun fact the average life expectancy for a Malaysian is supposedly 74.2 years. AWESOME! That leaves me only 3 more quarters of my remaining time to achieve something that might considered worthwhile with my life.

On a more serious note, those numbers means something, those numbers ultimately means that the time we have in this wretched place we call earth is very short. Hence, it is important for us to review whether we've maximized the gift of time. Having said that, let's take a trip back to the past and review the way we've walk the path of 2009, lets look back in retrospect and ask ourselves these questions.

"If I could sum up 2009, what does it mean to my personal growth?"

"Was it.. worthwhile?"

"Did I learn any valuable experiences in 2009 in which I can use for the remaining time I have on this world"

"Did achieve my goals (if any) set out earlier this year"

"If I succeed, was it as AWESOME as I expect it to be?"

"If I failed, why? (WHY GOD WHY!!)"

I guess we list can go on and on, and we can really end up asking ourselves these questions until the next thing we realize is that it's already 2011 and then we repeat asking ourselves these questions, dear god.. it will be a vicious cycle. But if you ask me personally, (which you probably don't care) I'd say year 2009 was a very humbling experience for me. Many lessons learned, many times my ass was burnt but it is in the burning which I did the most learning

I guess the most important lesson I have learned is a lesson in humility. All my life, I've been good at what I do without really even trying hard. I've been always good in studies even though I slept in class, I excelled at sports and in fact I broke some records without even attending practice. 2 years ago, I joined Comfori and I was the top salesperson without really even trying.

.. But..

2009 is different, 2009 was a bitch. 2009 was a tough bitch in fact. 2009 was a bitchslap right across the face telling me to step up my game. It was my first recession, and it was also my first failure which continued to occur, over and over and over and over and over and over and if I can emphasize some more OVER again. I hit rock bottom from be the top dog to being the bottom bitch and my friend, it was a very bitter feeling that mercilessly and utterly destroy any ounce of ego you have left in you.

But being at the bottom gave me a whole new perspective, it granted me the ability to be humble, and with that ability it gave my an opportunity to listen to people, to allow people to teach me lessons in which I will previously never learn. I was amazed with the wealth of knowledge which I could previously acquire from other people if I just stopped and listen back then. If just for a second I stopped addressing myself as "The most awesome motherfucker that walked the earth" I would have opened myself to all these possibilities.

The most important lesson I've learned however, is the power of believe. It sounds like something that comes straight out of Walt Disney's ass but as cheesy as it is, in order to achieve something you must first believe that it can be achieved. Earlier this year I was assigned to take over the biggest project ran by my company so far which also at the same time happened to be a project handled by 2 different person for 3 months and had no success in generating a single cent of revenue. Now, my responsibility was to ensure that this project brings profit and mind you my timeline is only 1 month.

I had with me an army of discouraged soldier and a general who tells me to pull the plug on the project, however for some reason I had something simple yet powerful called a believe, the chips were down but eventually the believe spread to the rest of the team and we somehow managed to pull through and generated 100k worth of revenue, it ain't much but it sure as hell felt good. It was better than having 3 orgasms. Now I'm not saying by simply believing you'd achieve great heights but without the belief to begin with the efforts put in will not equate the measurable success.

I guess I'm looking abit too much in the past, I should also think about the future. At this present moment everything feels very uncertain, I am unsure where I'd end up 20 years from now. When I bump into my friends 20 years from now, and when the ask how I am doing, will tell them how awesome and successful I am or will I be telling them how much my job sucks? Surely I prefer not to have the latter, but who knows right? But really the thing I am really uncertain is what am I fighting for? I am sure as hell fighting hard, but really.. why?

Why..?

Why am I fighting? That's a question that's been lingering in my mind for sometime.

Sure there's the standard reason of wanting to be rich as hell that I wipe my shit with 100 dollar notes and also the standard reason of wanting to carve a name in the cornerstone of society and also spitting in the face of those who doubt my success. But surely, there's gotta be more. I simply feel that I lack enough reason to really fight till I bleed to death. Its like climbing the Mount Everest, many adventures seek out to climb it in order that they can brag about it, rub it in everyone's face that they are better than everyone else but there's also the great rush of achievement but what's next? Surely if there was a damsel in distress up the peak of that very mountain you'd climb a hell lot faster to get laid.

For 2010 I wanna find that damsel in distress to make me wanna climb the mountain faster. By that I dont mean a chick to date it's simply a methapor referring to a stronger and better reason to make me wanna fight harder than before

With that in mind, I'd like to have a fresh start for year 2010. I'd like to start with a burning fire and a burning passion that sincerely believes that I will be the best damned salesperson in 2010 and that I will create the best damned team the company has ever seen. I set a blaze of trail in which the rest will follow in my path of greatness.

...


Oh and right, new year's resolution, which I promised last year to have for this year.
I'd like to get a damned car by October 2010.

Cheers everyone, have a shitty year ahead of you because shitty years builds character and that leads to many awesome years to come.

(Lazy to proofread, fuck grammar and spelling.)

The coming of age

Inevitable.

.. A natural passage of time.

Its really difficult for me to believe that in just one blink of an eye, 20 years of my life has come and gone just like that. I know nothing is going to be different, I will still live the same life that I am living now which in essence is the lifestyle of an adult.

Just because I'm turning 21, it doesn't mean some magical force from a different universe will somehow put an extra load to my existing responsibilities and commitments nor is it going to make me more socially void than I already am.


Fearful.

...Why am I afraid?

It makes absolutely no sense, the thought of being an adult scares me. It feels like just yesterday, when I was skipping school and I thought to myself..

"Geez, I wonder how I am ever going to work when I can even commit myself to go to school daily"

All too sudden, it felt like the next day I woke up, putting my clothes and tie on and getting ready to go the ever exciting wonderland known only as work. I put up with long hours of work depriving me of social life just that in another blink of an eye when I hit mid life crisis I would "suddenly" wake up telling myself I've down something with my life but feeling like you're ostracized seems like a pretty high price to pay.

Odd.

..I'm socially awkward around people my age

I feel like I sometimes am no longer able to relate to people my age. I'm nodding, smiling, laughing and cracking jokes just to hide the fact that I really don't get what the hell you're talking about and even as I crack jokes, I feel sometimes my joke are branded "old". I wonder what happened to my ability of striking conversations with random strangers.. hmm random strangers who are not twice my age.

"Hey whatever happened to that guy who used to hang around? I never seen him around anymore"

.. I hate being that guy.



I guess, all in all I'm pretty much just really afraid of the fact that from now on(well not really now, but in a matter of few months) I am OFFICIALLY an adult. It feels like I'm getting off training wheels, it feels like my probation period is now over and I'm officially signing the contract of adulthood.

I guess I'm afraid that now there's really no turning back, I will no longer be entitled to wish that I'm just like other kids nor will I be entitled to use the ever potent excuse of "Hey man, I'm just a kid" because the fact is I will no longer be a kid.

No longer.. be a kid.


Hmmm...


... It's still echoing in my head.

...

Oh well, I suppose it's about I head off to bed so that I can wake up fresh to go on with my "adult lifestyle" tomorrow. Good night world, cheers.

Emotional Detachment

When a man has seen certain cruelty of life and how crude it could be at times once too many times, a man gradually loses his touch with emotions and slowly everything that is done is based solely on impulse and or logic. The man saw it as an edge in life as now, his decisions and actions will not be based emotions, which in some repetitive pattern of life always turns out to have a shitty consequence.

Every obstacle he faces, he easily brushes it off without leaving a scratch on himself..
..but little did he know, that he was never really detached. He was merely burying his emotions, that slowly and steadily it accumulates waiting for something to trigger it to erupt. one fine day when he feels joys he has once felt in life he slowly realizes the scale of the mistake that he has done and life has denied him of.

Every emotion that has been so effortlessly concealed is suddenly rushing back all at the same time. The man broke down, shed tears. Then he realizes.. he's only human. That even had very same privilege and weakness known as emotions. Something that has been forgotten for such a longtime all suddenly felt so familiar to him now as tears resumed rolling down his cheeks. The man suddenly just remembered something that he has long forgotten that in actual fact that he is a child baring an adult's responsibility.

This child always hated how people would look up to his strength to pursue things in life because in actual fact he is weak but has way too much pride to reveal any form of vulnerability. He also hated how his father would always tell him to be more of an adult when the child is clearly just a child and is growing up at a pace that is way too fast for him. He is afraid to grow up as he approaches 2009, very afraid. Afraid that one day, when he truly becomes a man he would look back and realized he has never became a child.

Slowly he wipes it off and wondered if life is going to be this until he slowly crawls in the grave and wither away. Is he going to maintain a mundane life of nine to five and then die meaninglessly at the end of it all? Secretly he wishes to be as carefree as his companions are and never have to worry if there will be food on the table at the end of the month.

.. Secretly, he also wishes that he could be as reckless as he was and to never consider consequences of his actions because back then given the privilege of being a child, the child never had to bare much of the consequences. He wishes to have fallen in love like he would with a highschool sweetheart, doing nothing but staring aimlessly and lost into his partner's eyes. He wishes to once again, return to the innocence as knowledge has a price way too high to bare.

..But only secretly.. Shhh, let's be quiet about this.
He did not want anyone to see this weakness in him.

With his swollen eyes, he refuses to wake up from the dream much as he wouldn't like to the man will now have to face reality and return it a kick in ass. I pray that this man will muster enough courage to carry on with his never ending struggle with life and to be able to look god in the face on day and say "Screw you god, I made it"

And on that note, let's all wake up and return to reality as tomorrow will be the day where our lives begin anew again. Cheers.

Refreshing!

*Note: Not bothered to check grammar or spelling. Entry too damned long, eyelids too damned heavy.

Its so weird to actually log in to blogspot again to type an entry, in fact the entire layout that I was previously so familiar with suddenly felt so alien to me. I guess I've been away for way too long. There's just a sudden urge to document down the unexpected rush of enthusiasm for life that I have long lost eons ago. To be frank it feels fanfuckingtastic. You see I've been on leave, since well.. I cant quite recall how long but most likely to be ranging from 1 week to 2, I guess.

It has given me an opportunity to give my brains a well deserved rest. For the past two to three years, life has provided me with the most ridiculous and drastic chain of changes. Admittedly, it was not easy and pretty rocky at first but I guess I've pretty much adapted to the lifestyle of an adult.

During this period of time, I've come to realize how much I've missed being a kid who's a lazy and useless bum. I just thought, that one day when I do feel as jaded and nonchalant about life as I was feeling a couple of weeks ago I could return to this god forsaken page and remind myself that if I wanted to I could still enjoy my life.

On the first few days of my leave, my father started lashing out insults that are not any weaker compared to combos in fighting games in the likes of Tekken about how incredibly flabby my physique is. He then, somehow magically got me to do something that I never thought I would do again in a million years; exercise.

Surprisingly, I find the process a hell lot more enjoyable than I'd ever think it would be and in it's own mysterious ways, my brains seem to be cleared of all clutters and my skill to be able to process great thoughts is now re-activated like an expired pre-paid mobile card that has been inactive for months.

I've been doing some musing about life and I noticed something screamingly familiar about something that I've thought about long ago. Life is now suddenly and interesting piece of puzzle that I just can't wait to figure out level by level. I'm reignited with this feeling of amazement about how everything is defined by an elusive fine line.

As an example, we all would like to think that we are great philanthropists of the planet earth. Alright, maybe not THAT elaborate for some people but all of us definitely would one way or another like to at least think that we are nice people who are nice to other people (no matter what assholes we are). When we take a deeper look into that, are we really being nice simply because it is the right thing to do or the proper socially acceptable standard to conduct ourselves?

In it's own twisted ways, somehow being nice can sometimes be an act of selfishness. Just recently I've come across a situation whereby there's a person who seems to be greatly disliked by a group of people in margins that the world have yet to witness. We shall named this person as the "Unwelcomed One".

Somehow, when the "Unwelcomed one" is present no one seems to project any form of negative emotions or even the slightest hints of dislike in efforts to be nice to the person. I was deeply intrigued by it, so I went on ahead to ask why is that no one actually bothered to tell the person off. I was of course told that we have to behave like nice and polite people and take care of the "Unwelcomed one's feeling"

Now on the surface of the incident of course it would appear that the people are just being nice and nothing is wrong with it and I DO agree with that verdict to a certain extent. As I've earlier mentioned and now about to elaborate it, in its own twisted ways that is actually rather selfish if you think about it. Let's explore a different angle of this incident

What is the hidden purpose of being nice? We all like to be liked, this is a nature for most people and again, in its own selfish ways we sometimes are not being nice to the person because we care for the person but mainly because we care way too much how other would think of us if we were to mistreat a person no matter what an ass the person is. At the same time we jeopardize the future of the person because most people are not aware of the problems unless told. This person will now carry own with the rest of his or her life behaving like a moron or a jackass without the person realizing about it because everyone else is too nice to tell person about it and by the time the person actually has an epiphany and realize it on their own it's probably a little bit too late to change as others would have already have that set perception of what an ass the person is.

At the same time, by being nice we do not only ruin the life of the person we would also have to tolerate with unacceptable attitude and behavioral patterns. You would also feel uneasy as you are now a hypocrite and when you try to sleep at night, you might have difficulties because it kills your esteem when you realize people might not actually like you for what you are in a raw form. Which is also ironic at the same time, because based on social standards being a hypocrite is also unacceptable but inevitably if you want to be nice all the time it would also mean that you are a hypocrite. Ahhh, mini paradoxes are fun.

When you have all this thoughts in your head, it suddenly seems like being nice is no longer a wise option. Not only you're being cruel to the person you are also being cruel to yourself. Ah, the price of being nice. (I like the way it rhymes so perfectly) I somehow start to doubt if we should really follow the standards set by society because as history shows social moral standards change over time. In a modern society that we are in, it would ABSOLUTELY unacceptable to engage in sexual activities with a minor or to sell your daughter(s) as a sex slave. However, did you know back in the Roman days, an honorable man would still be referred to as an honorable man if he were to have an orgy pool party with minors and also are you aware that it is stated in the Bible that it is a parent's right to sell her daughter away as though she was some sort of property?

If it was right a thousand years ago, why is it suddenly not the right thing to do now? If people could honor pedophiles back then why are we condemning Micheal Jackson? We think that what we do right now is right and virtuous but in another thousand years would it still be acceptable by social standards? How are we to be sure that the current standards of moral we have are actually the right thing for us to be doing and if we are not sure, should we actually follow the standards that are set by society? There are limitless fine lines in life, which is exactly what makes life even more interesting when you start defining your own lines and break away from the conformity of society. (Occasionally it's good excuse to use if you're being an asshole)

Speaking of right and wrong, allow me to visualize a scenario for you. Once upon a time in China, there was a brutal tyrant with a name that is so Chinese that I do not know how to translate it into English. Now this man was a brutal conqueror, because unlike other conquerors this man has a habit of making genocide sandwiches out of each state he conquers regardless of the gender or age of the civilians. Assuming that each state is populated by roughly 100,000 citizens, wouldn't it be deemed cruel to massacre all of them? Wouldn't it be wrong?

Naturally the answer would mostly be yes. (unless you're a psycho)
Let's take a look at another angle and perspective of the scenario again.

Now this man controls an army in the number of millions, the states that he is wishing to conquer each consists of equal if not similar amount. If he did not instill such fear on his opponents would it not have created an even larger amount of casualties in the process? In his acts of brutality there were many states that unconditionally surrendered and the lives of each citizen and military men alike were spared.

Would it not have make perfect sense to save millions of lifes instead of thousands of it? It's twisted yes I admit, but it's also in its own weird ways logical at the same time. Just so you know, I DID not pull this story out of my ass! It's based on actual history. Another interesting case study to ponder upon on re-defining fine lines of social moral standards.

As a write this entry that I personally feel is thought provoking, sometimes else is provoked besides my brains.

I feel...


....

like shitting. brb.

BACK! Its weird that I seem like as though I'm having a conversation with my blog. Anyways as I was earlier talking about social standards, many scientist has theorized that what actually separates men from beasts are the fact that man has the ability to think cognitive thoughts and the fact that men are able to separate right from wrong. Some of the evidences that were used as an examples are the fact that some animals are bigamous and morally that is wrong and men are able to acknowledge that fact.

You would think that marrying or having sex with more than one woman is of course unacceptable (though incredibly awesome) but history also shows that in the past Emperors in China have thousands of concubines just waiting to be knocked up. As time goes by, the standards slowly change and it becomes unacceptable.

What if, the animals are the same? What if they DO have standards its just that their standards differ from ours.Maybe they do communicate they way we do just in a different language and they may also have overly pious assholes that are moral polices in their lifes who barks or meows at them if they do something that is unacceptable in their standards.

eg: Cat making love to a dog

It is an interesting and the same time useless thought to ponder upon. As a scroll back I up I also had the opportunity to reflect on what a long ass post this is and slowly as I am having this thought, gravity is beginning to betray me and slow but surely dragging down my eyelids that are valiantly fighting to keep themselves open. As this epic war progresses and comes to an eventual halt, it is inevitable that merely to eyelids are unable to challenge the great forces of gravity.

Alas, my friends I have to surrender and go to bed.

Before I go, just a last few last words. I do hope this post was as thought provoking for as it was for you and as you click the attractive red "x" button on the corner top right of you screen I do hope that you start giving a serious thought to life and redefine pointless standards and practices you have set for yourselves and enjoy life while you can.

Its funny how I'm talking as though there are going to be anyone reading this entry.

Ah well, I shall return another day with another update perhaps.

GOOD NIGHT, NON EXISTENT READERS!

Footnote: Just thought of a great business idea! I just hope I'll be adamant enough to stick to it unlike my previous attempts.

Esteem

I truly hate how society of the current time has a very high tendency of generalizing people. Though most have not said it in a form of words (and some have) I know there are large number of people out there who looks at me with their disgusting condescending eyes. Eyes that speak the cruel words that Im never going to be good enough just because I'm a mere highschool graduate.

It'd a lie if I told you that I am not at all affected that "..I am a strong man and how people perceive me will not at all affect the way I feel about myself." Truth be told, it does affect and it has been doing so for a long time. Don't get me wrong, this is not an entry that is angst filled,its more of an expression of disappointment.

..Towards society, or perhaps myself.

To be completely frank, it really gets to me. As a matter of a fact, it even hurts towards an extend where I can't quite seem to get it off my hairless Chinese chest and that it even affects my own self esteem. Being fully aware of the fact that, as of the moment no matter how I slave my ass off to prove that I'm not another non-contributing scum of society people will nevertheless look at me the same way, a good for nothing school dropout.

Trust me, I'd love to be given the privilege to actually further my education. I'd love to lead a lifestyle of a normal teenager. God forbid that I don't use this opportunity to pursue my path into doing something in the areas of political science or psychology.Being in the predicament that Im in, I just don't I think I have the privilege as of the moment. Thinking that perhaps this would only be an issue at work, I comforted myself

"These people don't know better"

The sad truth is, this is happening around people I know outside work as well. Most of us would actually be delighted to meet and old friend. To catch on some of the good old days gone by, expecting a refreshing conversation about some of the brighter things of the past only to be questioned like a criminal towards the mystery of why you're not furthering your education to a tertiary level.

Sometimes I question society's judging standards. Are credentials really as good as medium to judge person as people say they are? It may not be but I guess that's the closest we all have to be able to have someone's area of knowledge to be written in a black and white form in a somewhat accurate manner.

Credentials shouldn't be a standard set to judge a person's education level; education is a state of mind a state of understanding towards things and how they work. Then again, it is not tangible form that enables to evaluate in any manner. I've digressed from the point, I guess ultimately that just the way things are, inevitable and unchangeable

Generalization and categorization of objects based on certain criteria to roughly assume the rest of the aspects of it. Ahh, refreshing is the human's mind so capable yet so much flaws in each and every one of us. Ultimately it would be unfair for me to condemn people who condemn me because I too am guilty of such crimes.

So is the rest of the world.

I guess in a way, it would be illogical for me to feel what I am feeling right now. Helplessly I find myself feeling the exact way I shouldn't. It's odd, Im not making any sense.

..

Oh well, another thought for another day

On a brighter note though! I just received a promotion yesterday and I should be celebrating the joy!

Lemme further digress .

PROMOTION PROMOTION PROMOTION PROMOTION RAWR RAWRLAKSJDKLAJ!

my left nut is biger than my left boob!

I like pie
ME IS THE SUPERMANZ
Has green nipples, like green lantern
suddenly feel like farting
PROOT
i actually.. really like fat people, you know, for the sake of looking insanely anorexic next to them. SUPER ESTEEM BOOSTER!!!11111oneoneone
I think wonder woman is fat.
my boyfriend's butt smells like rotten eggs. yea, total appetite wheter!!!!!!!!!!!!
Spot the crazy.
marge simpson's hair so the cool, always wanted a gf who has hair as blue and as high as hers
Do you seriously think its me? One seperate line is a different person, guess! Who's who.
HEY MY BOOBIES GREWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!1111
I have no boobies.
oh yes I DO. because no where else is big anyways
LIES! ALL LIES. also.. flies. bzzzt.
AHH i understand. always in a constant state of denial
Romanians are pedophiles just like Micheal Jackson,
JUST LIKE ME! SUPRISEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
I think liking fat boys is sick. Sick and twisted I tell you.
No wonder I like you
...Like ice cream, can I eat you please?
Nope can only lick me. WET MEEEEEEE
With my looks?
Yes.
Kthxbai