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Called: Joanne
Alter Egos: Ellinix. Centuaris. Mad girl.
Was formerly from: Griffiths Primary. Sembawang Primary. Riverside Secondary. SP DMIT
Is in: The unemployed category
Appeared: 16 June


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skin / shot.
image / my.opera deviant art
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// Monday, January 21, 2008 1:26 AM

/rant

I know many of the DMATers look at me and some of my friends and wonder what in the world am I doing here.

True, I like (Note: Like. Not LOOOOVVEEEE) music but I don't go for gig, form bands etc etc. I don't worship performance, going YEAH, another chance for me to play (truth be told, I dread performances. Without my electone, I feel damn empty...)

But does that make me lesser as a person?

Does that actually give you the right to insult me?

If you wanna live your life breathing, eating music then jolly good for you.

Some call it finding their purpose.

I call it sadness.

At such a young age you're already closing your doors to everything else.

Sports? No thanks! I have my music. What?! Astrology??!!! WTH!

If you wanna live your life as a 1 dimensional human being then go ahead. You're not my friend anyway. Not a single ounce of me cares.

But, I just feel sad. Such a talented person; such low eq.

I seem to be knowing more and more of those sorts nowadays.

And talking to you is such a drag. Not an single insightful moment. Makes me wonder why...

I guess all I wanna say is just: What goes around comes around. It comes around even faster in a small room.

We know what you've said. We're just nice enough not to spread it around and... Seriously, how much can you stab a person before they hear about every single untruth you said?

And that does not only apply to the said person.

It also applies to a certain group member.

Your politicking just makes me sick. I just wish that I could slap you or something.

And I'm freaking tired of BUMS.

But that will be a separate rant topic.

I think I'm gonna explode soon.

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