I sit alone, though people surround me,
Watching superficial people imitating one
Another, disguising what they really are.
These people are the illusion of perfection.

Outsiders deprived of esteem, are forced to
Wear masks. These masks create the perception
Of perfection.

Reality, where sorrow and suffering is invincible.
It is a place where fears feed on Insecurity.
The insecurity caused by the taunting of those superior.
Those who are superior are oblivious to reality.
Inside they are empty, unable to look themselves in the eye.

Perfection is the distortion created by those who cannot escape
The bitter taste of deceit that comforts their shallow minds.
I long to be different to escape from their blind confusion.
I'm losing myself in their hate

hello everybody.

im trying to relax here bcos there are 2 things on my mind right now... one is the result. and one is the stupid job.

well, i dont want to talk too much about the job bcos im trying not to think about it bcos its really dumb and unnecessary -.- lets just say if that domonic complain me, he is DEAD :D

okay. as for the result, i think i might just faint b4 i look at the result -.- and if i could enter the sch or not... lols.

dont you think im thinking too much? HAHA.
yes i am.

oh whatever. im not going to think anymore !