Current Statistics

Currently, I like....

English Song: Rihanna - Umbrella
Chinese Song: Sister Garden - Xie Xie Ai (Thanks to Love)
Japanese Song: Yuna Ito - I'm Here
Korean Song: Lee Soo Young - Grace
Reading Manga: Bleach by Kubo Tite
Owned Manga: Dolls by Mitsukazu Mihara
Celebrity: Nishikido Ryo
Sweets: Chocolate
Desert: Green Tea Ice cream
Cloths: white top or dresses
Accessory: Guess? Necklace
Poster: Rain (BI) Concert

You really want to know

I'm probably the most boring person who owns a personal website. I like to be alone, in quiet places, with my music. I also enjoy the company of my friends, only because I find peace in them. (I do find peace in endless screaming and girly gossips) I think a lot, my brain probably moves at a faster speed than normal people and that's why the things I think are connected to each other may confuse others. That also explains how I'm bad at explaining because when I think things are connected, others just think I'm weird and hard to understand.

My favourite past time is going to weird and independent stores and find cheap yet amazing things. That doesn't mean I like second hand stores, I just like unique stores. I also like to eat sweets and read magazines or watch TV. I only web design when I'm stressed about school work.

I like people who talks a lot, and who can make me talk a lot because I usually don't. I lie often, but they are all harmless white lies like when I went out, I will say I stayed home; When I remember someone, I'll say I don't, because they are insignificant that I probably shouldn't remember them anyways; when I like someone, I'll pretend I don't, it only means I don't like them enough to continue with the topic.

I am often troubled by the fact that I am becoming more and more emotional detached. I'm not only becoming cynical, but also stubborn. I find less values in things, tangible or intangible. Sometimes I hate my weakness, yet my laziness holds me back to become strong. Of course I'll pretend to be just another normal person who lives my part of life. But deep inside I find less things and people to care about, and I'm becoming more invisible not only to others, but also to myself.

I probably whine a lot, blaming my faults on others. A typical only child who's selfish and spoiled. I do understand I'm the only one to solve my problems, but I'm just a problem child who refuses to get up and swings my arms around in the mud asking others for compensation when I tripped myself over.