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

starry jaded lives we live

Starry Jaded lives we live as we peer across the moonlite way hoping for a spark of ingenuity to strike us. lets pray its not lightning. Life is cool to be classified starry and jaded. Starry personifies millions of stars which show how life is really litted and they are millions of choices put out to us just to make life a little more interesting. Furthermore this stars act as guiding lights to shuffle us across this life time so that no black hole is going to suck us in. On the hind side, jaded lifes can kill. Jaded basically means that we are just numb to many practices or beliefs of the world due to our own greed and over indulgence. Being jaded can honestly suck us high and dry.

With that said. Sober lives in this world basically involve us following each star in our life and having the perfect ending which also means we are bloody robots. Unfortunately life aint about the roses and pretty lilies that bloom and grow in and out of season. Life really is about morbit deaths and sinful lives that corrupt the basic humanity of this living entity we call earth. Jaded is the direct translation of our lifes as many of us get so used to inhumane practices or worldy beliefs that live becomes a page torned out of the orbituary page, grey and dead. its true because nowadays people start to argue relativism or post modernism if you like. Both this ideas speak of how we never wil find a true answer. As a result, major warpes theories strive to plague the world we live in and sadly, we are actually accepting these things. to hear how straight after the virginia tech incident, people stood up and out of their shit holes hoping to imitate the shooter. As of this point my heartfelt condolescence to the family and friends of those who were affected by the shooting. But this does not give rest to the fact that we as a race of people are slowly or more susceptable to just accepting anything the one eyed monster broadcast. Please learnt to be discerening to what are the facts adn what are the opinions. Do not let others opinions sway your beliefs but rather learn to see your beliefs as a stronghold to who you are. This post may in itself contain many opinions and you may agree to disagree with me but this are mine opinions and i apologize if in any of this comments i have hurt someone .

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Hey this is really emo huh. i was looking at the wonder of this potrait behind me. adorned upon my wall was a story of a luthier who built wonderful violins. each note ringing in splendour of its maker. how i wish it was that easy for everything to be built so beautifully and at such perfection. thinking about the fact that over the last few days i have experienced many things that could not easily be explained in spoken languages. my whole being has nv felt so numb to the things that happened around me. However, God has continued to be faithful in keeping me intact even so when i have been faithless. i thank Him that He has placed so many wonderful instrumental people who have made my life a living orchestra. it just feels that every single step of the way i am failing myself but everyone has been spontaneous in keepin me so filled up. God's love never ceases to amaze even the blind like me. I wanna tell you that regardless of everything that has happened let us stick it out and continue to seek for God's revealation for both our lives. let not others affect our senses lest we succumb to our emotions and lose everything. love is a marathon so much so that if we run too fast we burn out. sometimes baby steps make the whole journey a lot more exciting as we just absorb every thing on our way. Lets do this together and continue to trust in God. I love you...

1st post this year.. aint no giant leap for mankind...D'UH

alrighty than.... first post of this year....ya ya i know a bit behind schedule so wat...lol...ok dun start throwing your shoes at me. OUCH!!! that hurt you nut... ARRRRR!! ok that was pretty random BUT.... lets put our hands together...(applaud dammit) and welcome back the one and only, the guy who defied all odds, the onli person to have written ssuch a load of crap so far.... ME!!!

who did ya think it was? George Bush ( no offence man... its jus... you!!!)

ok lets see.... what can i blog abt???

well i am free as a bird now not havin to do anythin important except strategically place myself around the house and come to the next stage of my nirvana plan...SLEEP!! eh disclaimer.....NEED TALENT OK!!!


oh for those about to rock and roll and yes i salute u...i dunno how this has referance but i will be enrolling into NP for Mass Comm..... so yeah.... i am the fella who could go to jc but didnt... sorry....i think... i mean yeah i sympathise but you cant blame us rte... if u could... than... ya... ok... ha! anyway school is startin soon but meanwhile i got myself a job... actually no...

dun blame me man... its hard tryin to get back to this online journal shit where ppl read all my esapades and rendeavous that happen on the southern part of portugal...c'mon it aint my fault i have to live a dangerous life... u think crossing the road not dangerous ar... stupid u... becos of u thats why we kena road kill la....fools!!!

i dun think i wrote long enough to justify myself so i am jus going to increase the font size... deal with it you wide eyed buggers... squint eyed you can thank me ltr...... here goess.... wow!!...AWESOME!!! THIS IS THE BOMB...

THIS IS FUN. WOW!! SO BIG... SAD... CANT GO BIGGER.. OH WELLS LIKE WHAT THEY SAY ITS THE FUNCTION NOT THE SIZE... EVSSSS.....

I GUESS I WILL END TODAYS WONDERFUL ENTRY BY SAYIN BYE.

BYE