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| Just woke up (yea yea shut up I know I have bad sleeping habbits).
I've just about had the most fucked up dream ever... I thought I was
over her... FUCK! I'm going to be in a shitty mood for the next few
days because of this probably...
About time for me to write about something..stuid wow taking up all the time.
I'll post another update later...
maybe...
sometime...
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| Saddam turned off my PCSo I was playing a game of Dota (internet game) with my friends when
the lights started flashing in my house and turned off my computer and
router for a split second - just enough to get me dropped from the game
-.- rawr I'm angry. So pissed at the moment... Oh oh and the time is
4:44am. Talk about bad luck... and a reminder to something I'd rather
forget at this point... but we wont talk about that.
On a more
serious note... let's talk about something I've had on my mind for
awhile. It's a little late now since it's supposedly over but whatever
- Saddam's execution.
We heard it all around us, the execution
of the tyrant, cruel ruler, mass murderer,
evil-person-thing-a-ma-bober of Iraq. Oh and Satan's lover.
Anyway, he was hung and a video got released etc etc. It was all over
the radio and on TV. What bothered me the most however, is how people
reacted to it.
Ofcourse he deserved what he was sentenced
for, heck he deserves worse but stop and think for a little - people
were talking about Saddam as if they were talking about the butchering
of a pig, or worst. Things I've heard over the radio, people that
called in etc.. It made me very uncomfortable, not because I'm a pansy
or anything but because they all sounded like mini Sadams (if you will)
- cold blooded killers. The scary part? The public seem to think it's
ok to be talking about such an event like that, and I agreed with it.
BUT!
Where is the line drawn? When does the termination of a human
life become justified both by law and moral? Should it ever?
Because someone is evil, does it all of a sudden make it ok to slay
said person and tear them apart with words? Why the double standards?
Does it not lower us as a person for doing so or agreeing to it?
I might be making a very weak arguement here since I'm pretty much confused also. *raise fist in anger*
Oh why am I such a carebear =( | | |
| RAWRRed hot chilli peppers concert anyone? Jan 15th... anyone? anyone at all? =|
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| For those who care - shit I wrote on myspace, copy pasting for the win.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
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I'm living in the past today - let us live now, live once, to the fullest.
Current mood: Somebody said goodbye
Walking in the familiar surroundings once more, it's been 5 months - what seemed like ages.
Around me are faces that I don't recognize, except for the few that I hold dear and call friend.
Here I am, reliving my memories while I paced through the mall.
Flash backs...
I heard the conversations from months ago, I'm reliving the past.
I felt her touch, heard her laughs, it really happened - I did not dream it.
I accompanied her from store to store - stores that are no longer here, she's no longer here...
It's as if I sent her away with my own two hands.
I'm alone today.
Promises that we've made - promises that weren't meant to be kept after all...
I came face to face with reality - it felt like walking right into a fucking brick wall.
It didn't seem real untill I see it in person...
Months ago, we were lovers - nevermore...
As I stood infront of the person I held dearest, I froze - typical me.
So close, yet so far. It's as if the Pacific occupied the space between us.
We live in different worlds now...
It's snowing on my side of the world - what about yours?
"What we have today, we loose."
A rather disturbing statement, yet depressingly factual.
All that we have today, we're bound to loose at some point in life.
Friends, family, love ones, good looks, youth...
I've been living in the past today - let it end now.
Let us live in the here and now, live it once, live it to our hearts' contend.
- Fuck you guys for eating my chocolate. |
WTF CIGGY - Random thought of the day
Why is it that I sometime smell cigeratte when I breath... and it'd actually make me choke -.-
/confused
/randomthought
/fart
/sleep
Thursday, December 21, 2006
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Regret - what a beautiful thing
We
all know it - you don't know how important something is to you untill
after you've lost it... I've lost something, I didn't know it was so
important to me untill now, but I guess it doesn't matter anymore... is
that right?
If I get a second chance I'd do many things
differently... just so I can put another smile on her face before the
arrival of this unavoidable end... all things comes to an end right...
But because of my regrets, the memories that I have becomes... special.
Call me crazy, but I think regrets are what makes our past beautiful...
unforgetable.. ofcourse it stings, but at the same time it is what
makes us treasure our past. After all, a perfect memory would probably
be boring, right?
We all need that flaw in our lives...
And these are mine:
I want to cook for her one last time...
Buy her favorit drink one last time...
sing to her one last time...
visit her at work one last time...
watch her fall asleep one last time...
hug her, kiss her... watch her smile... one last time...
Wish I had done it when I had the chance, now it's too late...
But it's ok, because in my dreams, I'm always with her... and in my dreams we're happy... If only I could live in my fantasy...
This feeling of loneliness and regret... it's so delightfully painful... unbarably beautiful.
Thanks for the memories.
Farewell, qiu meng. |
Short convo between my friend and I - Not gay or anything
Jingy: BAN KAI!
***Auto-response sent to Jingy: I am currently idle.
Jingy: NO
Jingy: U NOT
Jingy: DIE
Me: o.o
Me: wtf
Jingy: I come to ur place to sleep tonight
Me: o.o
Jingy: lawl
Me: buttsecks?
Jingy: ...
Me: bring lube
Jingy: ...
Victory is mine.
What would I do if I were a bird - Fly! Ah Dur.
Current mood: A.J.G
As
I was driving home from work today, I espcially paid close attention to
the flocks of birds that were circling in the distant sky. They were
swimming about freely in the not-so-cold December sky like a school of
sardins. While I'm observing this familiar sight and keeping an eye
out for that crazy bitch of a driver that almost ran into me, I asked
myself - What would I do if I were a bird? If humans were, well,
birds, what would I do?
I proceed to watch the band of shadowy
figures from my car... some of them were surfing the wind while some
were sitting on the electric lines staring back at me. So, what would
I do?
Would I be part of the flock and go where everybird goes? Doing the same things every year? No sir, not this bird....
I'd find myself that special someone, and we would soar across the
horizon to look for our own piece of heaven; and that would be all I
need. ( well perhaps a few friends could tag along I suppose )
While I search for my domain, I'd also make sure I shit on every single
person's head and cars that I fly above. Boy wont that piss those
silly humans off! Tell them to chop down the trees...
After
letting my imagination run wild for a little, I came to the realization
that I'm indeed, not a bird. *SPLAT* Something came from the sky and
hit my windshield... "Son of a bitch." I cursed.
God damned flying wankers...
~Wont you fly with me?
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