Mr. Amuzak

"There is really no way to reach me." --The Fray

I try to limit my identity in public as best I can to see how this blog can be turned out. I don't use this blog to kill my time as I used to do for xanga.



Life is boring, you know.



I was thinking today. I had been "a clown" for long time. I do a lot of stupid things. I acted like stupid. I lived really awkward. Until I became a clown, I was not laughing. I was filled with emotion of anger and hate. Life isn't fun without laugh. I did not enjoy talking with people around me then. It's sequence that laugh of others sometime make you laugh too. So I took this job to make them laugh thus myself laugh. It was very entertaining...defenetly helped to kill my long long time in life. I wanted it. Somehow I dragged this until today.

If I take this clown part off my face, what's left on me? None. I even forgot who I am. I decided to stop it. I wanted to be little honest to myself and anyone around. It was just like a band-aid. Hide and protect your scars. But it's not actually good idea to be stronger, so you should face to your scars. Now, this clown isn't anyone. It's not even me. It was ripped off.

It's not even Mr. Amuzak.




Who am I? I'm Amuzak. I used to live in Laputa. Now I'm refugee from big mess I made, from being traced, and from being trapped down by standing on the chess board. I can't even appear to be who I am. Dont' worry. I'm just waiting until this huge disaster passes through my life.