This above picture kind of sums up my profile.
Who am I: A teenager from that tiny tropical island Singapore,midway through school and the creator of this very blog you’re reading. Head honcho at Ambivalence, or is it Ambiguity?
Describe Yourself: Random , perhaps? Very random. He’s always bouncing around the room with all sort of banal, unhelpful comments to make. He’s always thinking of the wrong thing – at the wrong time. He’s a guy with the mental age of a twelve-year-old in puberty with the body of an eighteen year old – while being halfway in between.
Not to mention that Google image search has corrupted his mind from an early age.
The blogger is also in eternal despair, and he likes to reiterate this point constantly. The blogger upon failing to achieve his dreams and goals in school, is constantly withdrawn and having lacking basic social skills, trying to minimise human contact, except with the few, few friends he actually has, this very realization leading him in turn to enter a state of despair yet again.
The blogger also constantly laments his perceived lack of any useful advantage over anyone else, constantly ranting off about how he is so very, very useless. Perfect for blogging long hours on the internet, since it can’t be any more depressing and soul-crushing already.
The blogger is also a pretentious fan of philosophy and psychology who gets high off of philosophical theories and paradoxes
, and finds Freud and Jung to be his personal forms of crack cocaine, but beneficial. The author is constantly pushing himself to apply an ambiguous stand towards anime as well as bring in as much information into writing his editorials as he can, even if they aren’t completely relevant.
The blogger is also obsessed with blog views. He checks the blog every damn day, hoping for comments like some kind of psycho. He also likes to use an unusual amount of casual slang and profanity in writing only, fuckers. Furthermore, he is often pushing the conventions of society, being extremely weird and bizarre in his every action, like trying to explain his figmas to old relatives who can’t even understand English and being a complete enigma to older members of society.
He is also a compulsive liar.
- I wish I could do more, and have to talk less.
Contact: firstname.lastname@example.org (Soon to be changed – I’m sick of it.)