Shut up if you have nothing better to say.

I'm so inspired, so inspired to express how I feel, all this while. Don't stop me. These words have been in my mind the whole morning "fuckin' morons, cocksucking whore, old hag, asshole" and the list goes on and on. Yes, it's for you fuckin' losers, and my unbelievably fat and short thighs.

My thighs are so FAT and you know that means? FAT = someone weighing over 100 lbs,[source: urbandictionary] yes that's me I'm 120 lbs or more. According to Hollywood. My thighs are so fat that if Oprah sees me she will want me on her show. Either that or I'd passed through extreme makeover. I'm not being whiny about my fat thighs, but they are really fat. See I don't mind the fact that it's fat, you can grow wider if you wanna, thighs, BUT DO GROW VERTICALLY too! It's SHORT and FAT and MUSCULAR, like what? A runner? An athlete? Gosh it just doesn't match my size, I wish it's really a carrot, then I can grate it, cut it whatever shape it. Fuckin' ugly thighs it doesn't even look like thighs anymore, I feel like I'm carryin' two body torsos instead of the so-called thighs. Everyone has got nice and proportionate legs, all my friends, none of 'em look like mine, fuckin' thighs.

Gosh I had so many thing going through my mind I don't know how to start. Okay, and to this old hag that has been talkin' behind my back, you suck. Do you know how much misery you've cause in my life? HUH?HUH? HUH? Do you know I've been under UNNECESSARY supervision from my mom ever since you bullshit to my mother? HUH? Ever tried crossing the road with my mother constantly eyeing my every movement? HUH? Own up you wimp, stop bullshitting and face me. Stop tellin' people to pray for me before you pray for your sorry ass. Come tell me you have a problem with me and I swear if it ever make sense I will do ten push ups in front of you just to get turned on cause you such a turn off. You suck. I hope someone watch you cross the street forever.

At this point of time, my blood is boiling, and my laptop is burning. If my mother yells at me I'm gonna be mean. YOU PEOPLE ARE THE CAUSE OF EVERYTHING. YES YOU, I AM TALKIN ABOUT YOU. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. You are the person I ponder so long before I approve your friend request on MSN, FRIENDSTER, whatever web-based network. You know why? Cause YOU, YES YOU, you will go tell on me, tell everybody about the tiny wheeny vulgarities I used on my profile, HUH? Stereotype me on how I articulate my sentences on my blog and go tell on my mother la, huh? My pastor la? My youth leader, whatever shit post you can think of. Good for you. Maybe cause I've been superior than you are and this is the only chance for you to make you look good whereby under this situation, all the so-called adults will classify me as a "bad kid"? Guess what? I ENJOY BEING A BAD KID. YOU CAN GO AHEAD AND BE YOUR GEEK LIVING UNDER YOUR MOM'S ARMPITS CHEWIN' ON HER SKIN. I feel so sorry for you, get a life. Understand that? Too punk for you? It means, stop revolving your life around 1) your mother 2)Youth meeting 3)Evangelistic sessions 4)Impressing old people 5)Sunday Service 6)Worship Practice 7)Prayer Meeting, instead, start thinkin' 'bout how you can save the Earth for Pete's sake. Or how Steve Irwin died you narrow-minded morons.

Ya, people, please stop taking carriers from convenient stores if you don't really need it. Plastics are harmful to the environment as it contains poisonous chemical elements inside and some are not biodegradable. So shop in Jusco rather than Giant cause Jusco's plastic bags are biodegradable. So please be considerate aight, bring a big bag out and store your can drinks, chips, whatever you just bought. BRAVO to the Live Earth commercial. "THINK", does the customer really need a plastic bag? SLAP! HAHA. Good one. Also, I've been taking cold showers as it's mid-year and you know it's bejesusly HOT out there. Try not to turn on the heater so often as it only contributes to global warming aight people. Please save the earth you kiasi freaks. Lol.

I need to pee. Word out.