Monday, November 02, 2009
Live in New York @ 10:42
I've partially lessened my acute and critical blattodephobia* since the very first time I forcibly woke up with that extremely disgusting creature perched over my lips and flapped its frail yet loathsome rear-wings while strewing something smells much putrefied til it woke me paranoidly and intentionally threw a big, damn large dictionary striking down its abdoment and cephalic-skelet so it flattened out and dead; along me was screaming hysterically.
I really accustomed to those things since I eventually figured out that there was always at least a pair of it silently approached at both of my room and the main family bathroom; making me kinda decided that it'll be no use either just to crawl and shriek merely because I had a fear or something. It feels far more relieving if you get your guts and throw anything blunt to kill it mercilessly; trust me.
But I still hate it to death, even so >___>
*Phobia of cockroach
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Monday, November 02, 2009
Live in New York @ 10:42
I've partially lessened my acute and critical blattodephobia* since the very first time I forcibly woke up with that extremely disgusting creature perched over my lips and flapped its frail yet loathsome rear-wings while strewing something smells much putrefied til it woke me paranoidly and intentionally threw a big, damn large dictionary striking down its abdoment and cephalic-skelet so it flattened out and dead; along me was screaming hysterically.
I really accustomed to those things since I eventually figured out that there was always at least a pair of it silently approached at both of my room and the main family bathroom; making me kinda decided that it'll be no use either just to crawl and shriek merely because I had a fear or something. It feels far more relieving if you get your guts and throw anything blunt to kill it mercilessly; trust me.
But I still hate it to death, even so >___>
*Phobia of cockroach
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you think you know me yeah?
April 5th, 1992. ISTP. Engineering student, batch 2009.
Likes sweets, cats, good readings, interesting people, prominent basslines, Christopher Nolan, Martin Scorsese and Stanley Kubrick's movies. DC-type individual. Constantly rants, sulks and rambles about random things. A fan of Urasawa Naoki. Easily gets bored. A weirdo. Longs to reside in either Canada or Australia. Has an indescribable fondness towards... Byung-hee, Mon Jae Shin, do they hit the hint I'm referring to? I mean,
similarities between those two?
And music. I don't even know where to start. I don't want to be one of those bellends who's all like, "MAN MUSIC IS WHAT I LIVE FOR I'M GONNA DIE WITHOUT IT", but I come close. Suffice to say that music plays a large part in my life. My last.fm library pretty much caters my current listening habit (and, if any, rotation) - I'm basically a shameless sucker for instrumental, post/prog-rock, folk, ambient, experimental and avant-garde; anything that intrigues my musical deity.
Lastly, to name a trait, paradoxical describes me best.
