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October 11, 2013

i like watching world’s strictest parents, its alot like how my life’ss like. they’re so strict on school jesus christ, ive never even been in school before. hows it going to be like to finish school and work here i wonder. i’d skip school too if its too much. finn and i used to play hookie when we were stuck in school. now its just like can you work to support yourself? i don’t know. do you think im really spoilt? people used to treat me so well and nice in singapore when i was visiting. none of all your strict things, but sometimes i think their really psycho being so strict, my parents (fosters) here aren’t even like that. i wasn’t wild i was in a gang, but i never did anything i didn’t want to. and now im stressed out about getting a job here, they treat you like slaves. :p  i like memphis and the auzzie guy in the show they get along fine. i never got to mingle with non humans and their familes which make up most of the world i think. so i don’t know what their thinking or what they think. but  i like to have fun. i love aussie kids how they look on top of the world when their having fun and they bother posing around a car and make you happy. if i go to school i don’t know how its like to finish. i can’t even study for my exams now. i know it’d be good for me to finish school here though. and to get a job thats reliable. be a reliable person. maybe they want what’s best for me so i sometimes get transferred here and there i never get to meet auzzie young people though, i miss them and miss my friends. i wonder if we met will we get to talk? i do wanna re finish high school and then go to a good university. make my foundations right. so i’ll check out the high school online exams. although i could just do a diploma exam. and get into university and finish it well. i should check it out and finish well. man i miss my aussie friends. i know their pretty innocent, they don’t get married and their fun to be with, a pash. i just want to get a cinema job and see how it goes.i don’t know why its so hard and maybe do school later when im better. i should go and ask at nex, sucks if its bad for me cause i go there to watch movies all the time. i feel that my life’s better in line with world’s strictest parents, it was always about how i was going to be raised since i was little. they always fret about my discipline and how im going to be raised.

i should just stay at home now its a good deal, and figure out what i want to do. online degree would probably be better. i feel like a wild childe here. i mean people don’t dye their hairs blonde and wear contacts, but its because it suits me better. and i don’t go to school and don’t work. i feel like shite.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i feel i think im really spoilt, all these years in army i didnt have to do nutes. just because you come out of the army, doesn’t mean shite **** oh well.

i just discovered why lie about being from the army to my folks (foster), just sign up for the army and i get my barracks and my life back again. i find certain individuals really shameless, their already married with 3-4 kids and on my back about how sexual they are and how their so feelie, doight, nobody wants a giggolo joe on their back is what my computer would say. it doesn’t mean jackshite if you’ve been a celebrity or if your not a celebrity, wasting all my money in your stunt, i feel thats ive had it with his lookalikes. they’re doing enough damage and we need to pull that shite back and get rid of it. that was what happened when he retired, lets make sure we don’t forget how he gets when he’s itchy for flavour.

well i just returned from a good dinner, we went to an old turf club and had abalone, sharks fin, roasted pig, crabs, but of course the dutiful vegan awaits. it really wasn’t that bad considering a glass of coke was all i needed to spurt my day’s energy’s worth of diet and recuperation. im off to watch the world’s strictest parents, it really makes my day seeing someone else going through what i go through everyday with my foster parents. ever since the invasion came, god knows whats happened on land, people seem barbaric and have forgotten their civilization or is invasion just like that?

i wonder what would d.b think about world’s strictest parents, huh nothing to shine for anymore huh, flirty tirt. you aids ridden dirty tirt. i sometimes am aware that its invasion people im dealing with not just some shiny fella that got left behind when the invasion happened and we all ran, and i havent been over it eversince i keep seeing their faces pop up, last time we used to see them and think oh gosh their dead. and now they keep flirting with you like some aids ridden thing, i know the guys got something wrong there. cause no one does that. if their sane.

This show the strictest parents in the wrold is awesome, i get to see how other teenagers behave when their told to do their chores or they cant do things they like, cause ive always been ostracized cause i do my chores and do my things well and i get laughed at when i tell them i come from a strict background all over with other people’s houses, i get to see them cry when they have to do a drug test, awesome! awesome show. i may not be like your regular young person, but i feel like a granny watching this show saying its awesome. Awesome for people to meet foster parents who are crazy over control. thats how you put control into your life. i love it when pugs or dogs come into your bed in the morning and greet ya. its so kind and nice. i like that kinda life. but my favourite home was the country! yeah we got up early and worked in the farm and i loved it. i got alot of love. i don’t know if my parents know this after giving me up, that i had a great time and have to live with alot of families and people during my spare time in and out of the army and life. i don’t rely on their money or trust funds anymore and just make do with life. cause thats all we’re gonna get out of it. i remember on the farm when someone first gave me my big break and gave me a job i was so high, that meant i could afford things people couldn’t as a kid. jobs were my life. i just felt so relieved and released.

i just woke up from a short nap, thats how it is these days, napping and trying to get life right. im alittle afraid what people might say, but its just alittle nap i need rest, ive been exhausted after a long time fighting a war as a spare handieman. one thing that crosses my mind is that i don’t know how f and n were raped. they are very pleasant fellows, and attractive and nice, but u need to watch out for yourself when some adults behave hornily and irresponsibly and are complete rapists and nutjobs. you n eed to protect yourself from rape and threaten and learn to kill people if they dare harm you. because your body is your sancitity, your temple you musn’t let anyone ruin that for you.

i heard from my foster mom that her nephew was being raised out of military service, as a sailor, and he was to roam the oceans. I found that so refreshing, and a change even though they looked down on it and were shocked at what he did. I think its important to give a young man a sight of the world and a pair of legs to support you. To back you up for the rest of your life, in any incidents.

my hands and lungs are hurting alittle from getting sick. I think ive been dreaming alot lately and its pretty weird dreams im getting but its probably from the astra zenaca that im taking that takes you to astral forms! high! im taking it as a form of anti psychotics and anti schizophrenic medication so i won’t get sick from other people. i feel good doing that, cause sometimes you can catch a little fever and the noise doesn’t wear down.

i keep hearing really good music, i should just write some tracks and record them into an album while im here.

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