What a load of bullocks..

Internets laggy like a Tortoise carraige..
And i'm tired like a one way mule..
Nothing i'm saying is obviously making sense..
Its all done subconciously..
Been editing a picture for my portfolio since 1 or 2am..
and its 2:25pm now..
Well call me Sally and spank a monkeys ass..
I think im finally done..
But its just one miserable picture..
Which is not the one below..
I just like my drawing..




Schools ending..
UT3's coming..
And i've yet to revise/study..
Heck! My mouse cursor have never even touch the 6p folder..
Which is ironic cause the folder which contains my 6p is called..
ME and My Penis..
Don't ask me why ..It just happen to be that way cause i was bored..


Everythings passed..
And i'm sick..
Sick in all instance..
But this blog is practically dead so i'm just gonna let it all out..
I guess we are all sick and tired of something..
The idealogy of being appealing to others is stupid..
Sick and tired of being used..
Sick and tired of being toyed..
Sick and tired of everything..


On a lighter note, a couple was killed at the train track..
Well not exactly lighter note..
They were from Rp..So i been told..
Hate how people think that all RP students know each other..
But thats just how it is..
Yes i dont usually rant on and on but who cares..
Do you? Care i mean? Do you care?

I'm just typing what comes up to the top of my head..
Everything..Every single damn little stupid miserable thing that comes to head..
Ever heard of the saying, " music is my life" or "cant live without music" or any other saying relating to music?
Well i think its too overated...
If i ever get married...and have a daughter..
I'm guessing i'm gonna name her music..
See where i'm going here?
But it sure will suck if my daughter turns out to be like a female frankenstein..


National day has just passed and i had fun..
In fact i was havin so much fun i kinda got bored..
Yes i know its contradictory but as i said who cares..
I wonder if this is ever gonna be read but who cares..
I wonder what shes doing..
This is the part where you are supposed to go, "whose she sia"
well thats the shit about blogging..I refer to her a "she"
but i mention no names..
It could be you , her , my sis, your sis, your neighbour or even your mom..
YES I SAID IT..YOUR MOM..
I am so bored right now..
If you ever read this and i happen to be online..
Please go and nudge me and say..
"hey, your mom"
And i will reply you with the first thing that comes to my mind..
And then i can blog about our short and simple conversation..


I'm Jamal..
Listen to your mom!