He is no fool.... I ain't one either...

I ain't dead aight... little shytes who thought i was gone... suck it!

how has the world been for all you homophobic kids huh..... I realised that everytime i open this blog window i get angsty... maybe its just fun.. i would have guessed all of you gave up on poor little me... aren't you guys good friends... anyway... been getting less crappy and more dotty..... see..... yup


ok. as usual i had to blog since its 2008 and seeing that the fad has not died off i was happy to go on mainstream and blog... Been involved with loads of shit recently the biggest being school... you know how it is... SCHOOL ROCKS MY SOCKS..... i love it so much i wrote a blog post about school.....

i can't think of a joke to tell you guys no more.... go get my jokes from sabby aight.. can anyone tell me what has happened? i mean i was gone so long and many have changed eh? well one things still the same.... my trashy mouth aint gonna stop moving even if the radio shack gets blown apart and all they have left is mariah carey....

you know how they say jackie chan has the fastest hands in the east...... STAY AWAY FROM HIM.... i mean anyone with hands like that sure wont do anyone especially the ladies.... come to think of it... having such hands would help LOL....


i can't help but be random i mean how serious can a blog get.. its kinda traumatic if i ever found out ppl still read the shit i wrote... just look thru it quick ok...well its been tough and tiring so i understand if all my friends are busy or if i actually had friends to begin with... Anand do you read my blog?


anyway.... poly year has started coming to an end and its kinda saddening knowing that i have to leave a bunch of people who i hold closely to my fatty coagulated heart... not to mention there would be one or two who just are totally...... i'll let you fill in the blanks...

i realised my blog has no tagboard so for those who wanna say shit go to the comments page yeah... i mean honestly friends or non-friends.. air your views.... i am alrdy publicly humiliated how bad can it be.....

back to the friends i have in poly... the dear few that my fingers can count to.... thanks for being there.... for those who tot you were there.... NOPE YOU WERENT.... for those who cant care less.... yup i know you guys are the ones....lol..i shall not name names lest i get splattered for not putting a name up.... but sometimes people just have to accept the fact that you ain't on someone else's list... yup....

to my friends.... during the hols i hope we meet up to eat shit again... and blog about it... maybe we can all grow fat together on *** and also go vegan like EUNICE LAI SHU TING.... yup... than we can lose weight.... i think some people need that....

oh wells... like this post was meant to be soppy....


anyways... kudos to all the cool chicks and Bangz....

peace out! time for some marijuana, my fav

back for the monthly ritual

ok. for once. i feel like blogging. but as someone once said, "Blogging is so 2006."
I can't agree more except for the fact that this blog has been good to me. For all my friends who always thought i went missing; this was the only way for them to know i am still alive. life has been not spontaneous for me. i haven't been myself lately. maybe thats why i haven really been talking to you. I'm sorry. Been influenced greatly as well. trying not to conform to peoples' views and behavior has been to overpowering for myself. I guess in and around many people i just don't know how to react or behave. yup. i am feeling a burden on me that ceases to amaze myself everytime i see the doppelganger that hangs over my shoulder. schizophrenic? i am very certain that ain't one of my choices. whether or not the person typing now is truly me and whether the thing i type are truly what i feel that is still a mystery. my rantings are irritating even myself. but this is the only constructive way i can use my abilities to attempt to write feelings. Even Shakespeare had that problem. A good question came up in lecture today. Am i a Hamlet or a Macbeth? I realised i am someone who is patient in the way i deal with people but that always gets the better of me. being nice always results in people taking me as suckers. like hamlet i procrastinate killing and i think that for me is the wisest way to survive in such a world. but a macbeth does not cease to build up in me. the blood shed will be insignificant when that day comes because you will pay. I am boiling up to a limit where it needs no introduction. i am in all capability to make your life a living hell. to torment you til your very own ancestors scream. hell fire brimstone may not be the extent that i go but you will feel the heat from hell. I take it that if you read my blog this may be oblivious. let it not get any more obvious because when that day comes, you are dead in my eyes. my cold self will damn upon you and everyone that stands in destructions path. let there be no mistake.

on a lighter note. i am still in search of my self. thanks my dear for being there to help me. you know i always appreciate you. thank you. but do not worry about the above situation. you know i will never implicate you and this issue will blow over soon.

today is not a funny day for me. this is me just being me.long time no see dark side. leave me not today for woe to me if i should face death i will drag you along. scum.

leaving you for later.

hey ppl. hows your pezezz whatever that means. i have been so bored during the holidays that i just wrote a song over the last five minutes before blogging. expect it to be crappy. and yeah. check out marie digby on youtube. she rocks!

enjoy my song. disclaimer: ITS FULL OF CRAP (what do you expect in five minutes)

It’s a secret
Of the ages
How things became this way

Going 90
Down the highway
On a dark and stormy day

How ironic
There were airplanes
By my window pane

And I said….

I am waiting
For the lights to go green
Going crazy
Down the halls my dreams
Did you wonder why
I said I was dry
Before we went to school that day
Its cos…
My contacts are stuck in my eye

Things are blurry
Skies are fading
Into myspace

Wondering why the
Dude on friendster
Had a name so gay

I cant facebook
Cause I poke to many times

And I said….

I am waiting
For the lights to go green
Going crazy
Down the halls my dreams
Did you wonder why
I said I was dry
Before we went to school that day
Its cos…
My contacts are stuck in my eye


I just want to see
Which finger you’re pointing at me
This little finger on my right
Where barking dogs don’t bite


This song doesn’t make sense
Its cause I can’t depend
On her ella ella ella eh eh eh
under her Umbrella


I am waiting
For the lights to go green
Going crazy
Down the halls my dreams
Did you wonder why
I said I was dry
Before we went to school that day
Its cos…
My contacts are stuck in my eye

Oh… my contacts..
Bausch and Lomb baby…

Oh … my contacts
Still stuck in my eye
It hurts when I cry

the next month of the SOB

the year is 2099, life still sucks on planet earth. many have since gone away to the deep trenches of the asylum under the ground. there stood a mad man and only his silhouette can be seen from beneath the fig tree. The man named Goon was only to be a shadow in the figment of imagination of children. Could Goon be who we are? Are we Goon. NO.... but those who just wasted 3 minutes of their life reading this crap.... kudos YOU GOONDO...

ah ha... life still sucks in Isaac world. and i have found the need to feed on blood to keep myself living on the depths of this world. can you actually think that wat i write is serious. for all my loyal devotees to this dysfunctional blog.... Go die! hahahha... oops.. not you sab...

Anyways... the breathe of life cast upon all humans have proven to be a futile objective to keep this morally sick world to be perfect. I have seen people go do crazy stuff through this period of time and that includes knowing EUNICE LAI. oh wells... Eunice read my blog wat... so must take time to call her an idiot... oops...

Ok enough of eunice life goes on....


Ok music has been the core values of the life we are living... yup... go die! sorry learning too much from Tim. music is a good way to live life and to cause life to really be surreal.... its not through that all good things are in music except if the beatles turn gay... necrophiliac gay bastards.... oh wells..... i know music has been an integral part of my life but my music has been slowing down... from emo music to classical... i really dunno what i am looking out for or what i actually want. life can be all but music now that i have been enlightened with the horrid notes produced by the neighbours mouth.....


The reasons why i haven been blogging is precisely the point that my life has been so boring. i have been try ing to rid the world of bastards who want what i have... yes i am boastful and yes i am pretty much bitchy but yeah... DEAL WITH IT SHYTES! oh well. i am sleepy....... ok....


Maybe i should continue this blog post in third person.


ok isaac has been doing many things to try getting his life well to go. Isaac has attempted on many times being a good guy but isaac has the urge to kill. isaac is turning psycho thinking that he can capture the attention of his readers through third person language. are people these days Neanderthals... maybe isaac should give up blogging but isaac has so many loyal devotees who needs to gloat on isaac's stupidty... for all who are about to rock and roll... isaac salutes you..... isaac shall now bid farewell... give isaac time to blog another one soon.... isaac hates all of you.... kudos.....

GO DIE!

back after a few months... still shitty

less one thinks less he hurts others in the process. it seems that a poetic license has become a crime to many. the ability to express oneself within legal boundaries have gotten even more limited. its real tacky to start of a new post with such a lousy start to the supposed happiness i should have faced the last few months i have been away. its not really been sunshine and lillies every single day. in fact, it has never been for any day. hell freezes over the lives of many who choose to disbelief the existence of God and the existence that men are that trustworthy. I cant seem to be able to say or do things even within legal boundaries to make other happy. I have given myself in to being a minion. that sucks! now that i have gone through a large change that i lost my hair for charity it has revealed loads of stuff to me. dignity ain't all about just the way you look. its more than that. Having a 'do that people recognize as a look of defiance and rebellion is just a misconception to the original meaning why i did this. having to stare down others who think you are on the verge of anarchy. it drives me to insanity that i dunno what i can do. i cant say things to please any and every one. i am who i am because of God and not anyone else. piss off human race and be at your own demise when i take you on with my bald head and the ones i call friends

My Life's Journey

My Life's Journey (title given by Pei Ying)

Dye me tattoo green
Trace on my life’s journey
Broken hearts and scars
Disfigure my whole being

I thought bleeding would stop the pain
As tears flowed down her face
Watching me delight
As night consumed the day

Crimson down my face
As they turned to look in shame

CHORUS
This is my life’s story
Filled with angst and pain
Though the whole world’s against me
Only she will shout out my name
Just to say “I love you!”


A pint of blood I lost
Just holding broken glass
Sipping down the horrors
I dream of every night

There she’s in the distant
Just calling out my name
Saying those sorry words
It pains me just to dream

I just want to scream
Its driving me insane

CHORUS
This is my life’s story
Filled with angst and pain
Though the whole world’s against me
Only she will shout out my name
Just to say ….

BRIDGE
It’s now my turn to say
I’m sorry
I’ll have to change this song
I’m singing

I love you
It doesn’t matter what the world says
I want to be with you
Even if the world ends today
Because I’ll say…
I love you