i've realized that my family can be racist. which is sad since i myself detest racist of the human kind. and well, it is true we're all a little racist in all our own little ways-it's whether you want to admit it or not- but it goes to an extent of hating somebody before you even meet them is pretty sad.

i find myself an oddball to a various degree. i seek attention and yet i do not. there are times when i just like to seat back and listen to the conversations that rush pass by me. some of them are actually pretty funny and i think of them before i go to sleep just to fufill my dose of laughter of the day.

ever since i came alive to the social contact world again, i find myself getting depressed occasionally. it seems stupid because its usually the smallest thing that gets me down and i seek my clique out to give me my comfort. or rather i seek cel to give me comfort cause there's something about oldest buds.

we all wish to be included in social cliques, and hate to be forgotten. there are times when i do forget and i know despite someone pretending not to be hurt, they usually are.

i declare my class as really caring. due to the fact that i look sick-basically with cough and slight flu-they made sure i'm okay, and voiced out their concerns. and i sincerly thank them because trust me when i say that not everyone in this life would ask. some would ignore, some would pretend they don't know anything and some wouldn't even care.

of course some would force it out to ask, but trust me when i say you can see the sincerity behind them.

there are times when i just want to be mean- especially to the people i dislike. and when i do decide at times to be mean, you would see me as a sacarsitc maniac who bascially makes your life miserable. it's a professional career. it's actually addictive.

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. - King James Bible