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Azwan - Takeshi
20th March 1992.
A 21-year old body with a mind far beyond comprehension.
History:
-Qifa Primary Sch
-Bukit View Secondary Sch
-Ngee Ann Polytechnic
-Specialist Cadet Sch 15/13
I'm a:
-Shinobi
-Anime Otaku
-Photographer
-Traceur
-Audio-visual Freelance
-Instrumentalist
-Artist
-Skater
-Biker
Things I love:
-Anime
-Photography
-Speed Biking
-Music
-Elsa (elec guit)
-Belle (acoustic guit)
-Dust (semi-acoustic guit)
-Skating (land/ice)
-Badminton / Tennis
-Drawing
-Parkour
-My cat
-Siti Nurhidayah Binte Osman <3
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I don't dare to kill even an ant.
p.s Kill animals and I'll hunt you down.
I may be quiet most of the time.
But if you're willing to talk, I may talk for kilometers. =P
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"A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.” - Ernest Hemingway"
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Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Hmm. Yea. Right.
I don't really know if I'm being paranoid or something.
I just feel it.
I feel that when I have a seat in the bus, it seems the seat beside mine is meant to be.
It is empty.
It is a rejected seat.
It is a seat where no one wants to place their ass on.
It is a seat where you see me and not sit beside me.
Am I that ugly?
Do I look that scary?
Why don't anyone want to sit beside me?
If there are, I could wait for all the other seats in the bus to be filled up.
Thus the last seat left on the bus is the seat beside mine.
And of all people that sat beside me since last year, I can roughly gauge.
95% of people who sat beside me were foreigners.
Or should I say Bangladeshis.
Or "Banglas".
Or bangs.
Or bang.
Or ba.
Or b.
Yea b.
Bullshit.
Why does no one want to sit beside me?
Why are people behaving this way?
Typical people.
Typical humans.
God, I'm hating my own kind.
Maybe it's time to reopen my third eye again.
I don't care if people say I'm weird.
I don't care if people say I'm scary.
I don't care if people say I'm eerie.
Say whatever.
I have better friends that you guys can't see.
I wanna meet you guys again.
Wait for me.
Az1
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