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I'm tired of this blog. So, f off.


Wednesday, August 29, 2007

I don't know what to type. o.o
No, it's not like, I need to update this everyday. But, I'm just so bored.

There's this bastard on my class that opened this blog. They found it through FS. He told me "You're more blunt on the internet rather on real life." But, I was just like, "Well, embrace it. Fear it." I dunno why I'm putting this here. But, just probably a message to tell that people who view this blog are losers. Seriously, who would open someone's blog? Well, the people who are ultimately bored are excused. But, WTF? I never knew my classmates and other bastards view this blog.

_
So, about today. Hmm, I went to school. It sucks, as usual. Then those stupid exam results were given. Blah. And that's it. Haha.
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My classmate gave me a URL to their blog. I opened it just now. They bloged in English. And let me tell you, what a pain to read their blog. I think just reading it makes me lose some brain cells. lol.

Blah, blah, blah.
Ric-ness.


1:34 AM




Monday, August 27, 2007

Ahh, I was typing about something, but it started getting corny, so I deleted it and I'm typing a new one. =P

fghjklasdfg. So, i joined this little contest shit on a forum, and we're supposed to make poems. I'm not good, and the judge bastard told us to write about "Life" I thought, how fking corny. So, I didn't take it seriously. I did make an entry and this is it:

Life

Life is a piece of shit,
People are bastards, accept it.
When you hate the people around you,
Don't be fucking true.
When you hate your life,
Just grab a fucking knife.

And that's it. Haha. So, the judge judged it [lol]. He said he truly can relate to it. I was like "WTF? That was totally a stupid fucked up poem." And I got 2nd place. Lmfao.


10:56 PM




Sunday, August 26, 2007

What's with me?
Okay, let me start this. It's been really shitty. I mean, I don't really like getting serious and all when blogging and stuff, but, how fucking shitty. It's just... asdfghjkl!@#%%^!!! Damn.
With new stupid classmates, I feel like starting again in a new school. I really hate my classmates. Especially the fucking newbies. They think that they can be bossy around, threat us shit, and they can talk to us like they've known us forever? Of course, they shouldn't.
So why do I hate these noobs? Because they talk about me behind my back. Must be some gossip shit. How can people be so fucking rude? To talk about me behind their backs, and tell me something else to my face. I mean, GROW UP, people. If you have something to say to me, just say it. There's no need to have thoughts about me in your head and then be all like "Yeah, that's right." when you actually have something else in your head. I mean, I'll try to convince you yeah. But if you tell me you a damn lie, its much worse because I won't try to convince you and you'll just be accepting the damn lie. I mean, yes I'll get a bit hurt, but I'll get MORE hurt if you say stuff behind my back. Just tell me what you want to say. I might change your mind about the shit in your thoughts.

Okay, I'm done with whining.
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I don't really like school, so I'm glad we don't have school for a couple of days. =D And it's been long since I last updated, but, we had our shitty exams. I kinda sneaked in the computer for a while, when I'm supposed to be studying. lol. I've got tons of virtual friends [some of them used to be my enemies] so I can't keep out of the computer. Those stupid HSM 2 songs are SO stuck in my head. Eek, stupid songs.

HOLY SHAT! ["shat" is a word. Seriously] Someone just messaged me on MSN. It's a crazy bitch. "OMGZ, Ric. I love the stuff you make in Photoshop" Then, I'm like "What? Sorry, but do I know you?" And then she told me that I don't know her, but she knows me. That's just... wtf?! Am I being stalked? Is my work famous enough? =P <--- (I know, not funny. =P)

Blah, blah, blah...
ty for reading. I know that it's a pain in the brain. [hey, that rhymes!]

Ric.


7:43 AM




[.about me.]

Name's Ric. 13 year old From Asia. I hate where I live. High School. April 16th of 1994 Male. Umm. Yeah. Ok, so... I love thunderstorms I'm Aries I chew gum frequently I don't like sweets that much. People are out to get me. Ahh. Heehee. I want to go to Paris more than anything. I like anime. I hate eggs. I hate stupid people. I would die without Pepsi.




[.stuff.]

coming soon...



[.what's up?.]

It's the start of High School and it really sucks.


[.archives.]



[.speak.]

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