Aren't you sick of me yet?

I would never never want to be God. Never. It has never crossed my mind to ever want to be God. There is something so unappealing about having, literally, the world in the palm of your hands. You become constricted, restricted, repressed, depressed, and yet you have all the power in the universe to do anything you want, and you can't. You're not allowed. By whom? I'll tell you by whom. By YOU . Yes, you. You, who's reading this right now. You are restricting God, right now, as we speak (or as you read, rather. perfect instances don't occur in this little space of mine). You give God a picture. He is a bright light. He is a handsome Nazarean with brown hair and blue eyes with a halo around his head. He is a fat bald man who knows the secrets to the world. He is a being with multiple arms. He is the Creator. He is the Destroyer. He is the Giver. He is the Taker. And hence, He must look like this , or this , or this . Are you being serious? He has to be forgiving. He h

You Are Edward From "Edward Scissorhands." You are very shy and often misunderstood. Innocent, sweet, and artistic, you like to pass your days by daydreaming and expressing yourself through the arts. You are a truly unique individual. Unfortunately, you are quite lonely, and few people truly understand you. Take The Johnny Depp Quiz!

Yes. As can be read above, assuming you are able to read, I would like to apologize deeply for something I did not do and a design not of my own choosing. My education provider has decided to give me 7 ( SEVEN....YES SEVEN DAMMIT! ) exams over the course of two weeks. Therefore, I must regrettably disregard your calls for me to update the blog, because I just can't. Not now. Not yet. I'm to damn busy. I'll be returning to Jakarta (oh yeah!) on the 30th of our 11th month. Contact me then if you still think I'm interesting enough to get to know. PS: Wismilak gitu loch.