The Transformer

Looking at blogs of my friends make me feel under exposed and as usual it's basically actually well , seriously true. I need to get out more but there's no one who'd take me out some where new I'm already getting so sick of arab street the thought of going there again makes me sick.I mean it's not repulsive or anything it's just well , becoming sort of mudane I suppose? damn , but nonetheless I'll probably still go there cause there's no other place different to go unlesss I'm counting on having lunch at a secluded area such as the matilda house at punggol which is really quite eerie. I'm so disgusted with myself cause my blog is filled with pictures, of myself.Newsflash , that's exactly the kind of thing I hate people posting so much about themselves it makes them well , egoistic but it doesn't matter cause well , that's the purpose of blogging right? To talk about your life in other words , yourself. haha Anyway , Mum came home to a crowd of about say 300 to 400 people in my car park cause of a neighbour who lives directly above me's death. how cool is that? I want my funeral to be like that except for that fact that I know no one will turn up for my wake cause I'm just sick plain old Marisse sitting infront the god damned monitor all day drowing herself in music and is currently listening to Mogwai.Gosh , I've so much potential if you know what I mean.And I'm not saying this as an ego-booster. ok , shut up Marisse , really!