Thursday, May 7, 2009
BEFORE U READ ON...
all the posts below are from my friendster blog.. which means they were written a long long time ago so please keep dat in mind.. thanks n enjoy..
Two-way Mirror; Cracked and Bent.
look at me!
Dhe wahy mah bling-bling flizzles..
look at me!
te way i do’s my’s grandmaster handstand, u’s got’s serfed..
look at me!
the way my Jimmy Choo’s match my Dior bag, like, totally!
look at them.. who dey trying to kid? paris hilton?
Pretenders… fascinating ppl.. born without identity.. but dat’s a good thing rite? i mean, dey can be set in ANY mould.. dey can be WANNABE gangsters, WANNABE cool, phat hip hop bunnies, WANNABE bimbo..
Harsh? puhleeezzz… y can’t ppl just be happy bout themselves? so wat if every1 thinks ur lame? dat "every1" dat u place on a pedestal are WANNABEs’!!
another thing bout these ppl.. de way dey go about, u’d think we’d have de perfect legal system by now.. people! its WRONG to JUDGE others!!! SO WAT if ur fren prefer’s single-eyed banjo-playing sloths in bell-bottoms compared to linkin park or something?? really? wats de big deal? hell a person like dat would be my best fren.. cuz he’s himself..
i ain’t judging these ppl btw.. just a reality check.. i mean, how do u judge entire tribes? oh wait.. actually dat would be pretty easy cuz each WANNABE is exactly de same as the other!
but it ain’t my place to judge.. my empathy prevents me..
Dhe wahy mah bling-bling flizzles..
look at me!
te way i do’s my’s grandmaster handstand, u’s got’s serfed..
look at me!
the way my Jimmy Choo’s match my Dior bag, like, totally!
look at them.. who dey trying to kid? paris hilton?
Pretenders… fascinating ppl.. born without identity.. but dat’s a good thing rite? i mean, dey can be set in ANY mould.. dey can be WANNABE gangsters, WANNABE cool, phat hip hop bunnies, WANNABE bimbo..
Harsh? puhleeezzz… y can’t ppl just be happy bout themselves? so wat if every1 thinks ur lame? dat "every1" dat u place on a pedestal are WANNABEs’!!
another thing bout these ppl.. de way dey go about, u’d think we’d have de perfect legal system by now.. people! its WRONG to JUDGE others!!! SO WAT if ur fren prefer’s single-eyed banjo-playing sloths in bell-bottoms compared to linkin park or something?? really? wats de big deal? hell a person like dat would be my best fren.. cuz he’s himself..
i ain’t judging these ppl btw.. just a reality check.. i mean, how do u judge entire tribes? oh wait.. actually dat would be pretty easy cuz each WANNABE is exactly de same as the other!
but it ain’t my place to judge.. my empathy prevents me..
who shot de lights out?
Finally!! i’m posting dis after 4 months in de making.. since then my world has been spinned both ways, turned upside down, kicked, slapped in de face, n stuck in dis topsy turvy state..
i’ve broken n been broken, i’ve stole n been stolen.. loads of things i’m not proud of, but dis year has its good moments..
lets see….
our 02 Kinta Campfire was a BLAST!!! ask anyone in ipoh.. no wait.. ask anyone in PERAK.. haha.. just plain fantastic.. what else would one expect from one of de all star batches ever to grace SMI?? haha..
n who would have thought urs truly would be a debater.. what more during spm year? haha.. got nice record le.. 1 competition, 3 debates, 1 huge throphy..
den comes the parts dat hurt.. alot… not dat i’m gonna tell ya.. just dis, relationships.. family n friend ties la..
totally messed myself up.. wat do i do wit those problems?? pretend dat my life is perfect la! even now de charade is going on.. though it IS turning to reality.. albeit the time its taking.. haha..
one very special person to thank for dat.. no names.. its my private life, not some cartoon.. though i do get dat.. i ain’t complaining.. haha..
life started taking a turn for de better.. but it ain’t perfect.. i can’t have dat can i? but it don matter.. i can just imagine it, being de pisces dat i am..
now spm over edi.. spending december wit my mum here in de UK.. not as cold as last time though.. bloody global warming.. saw my first live football match.. wanna see de ticket? been putting on weight.. gonna spend new year’s eve in de heart of London!
to all my friends, thank you.. u guys have been wonderful.. honest.. i’m hopeless without ya..
to all dat i’ve hurt.. i apologize.. even is some ppl think i shouldn’t be forgiven..
to all those dat i love.. i noe i’m annoying, but be patient ya.. u mean alot to me..
i’ve broken n been broken, i’ve stole n been stolen.. loads of things i’m not proud of, but dis year has its good moments..
lets see….
our 02 Kinta Campfire was a BLAST!!! ask anyone in ipoh.. no wait.. ask anyone in PERAK.. haha.. just plain fantastic.. what else would one expect from one of de all star batches ever to grace SMI?? haha..
n who would have thought urs truly would be a debater.. what more during spm year? haha.. got nice record le.. 1 competition, 3 debates, 1 huge throphy..
den comes the parts dat hurt.. alot… not dat i’m gonna tell ya.. just dis, relationships.. family n friend ties la..
totally messed myself up.. wat do i do wit those problems?? pretend dat my life is perfect la! even now de charade is going on.. though it IS turning to reality.. albeit the time its taking.. haha..
one very special person to thank for dat.. no names.. its my private life, not some cartoon.. though i do get dat.. i ain’t complaining.. haha..
life started taking a turn for de better.. but it ain’t perfect.. i can’t have dat can i? but it don matter.. i can just imagine it, being de pisces dat i am..
now spm over edi.. spending december wit my mum here in de UK.. not as cold as last time though.. bloody global warming.. saw my first live football match.. wanna see de ticket? been putting on weight.. gonna spend new year’s eve in de heart of London!
to all my friends, thank you.. u guys have been wonderful.. honest.. i’m hopeless without ya..
to all dat i’ve hurt.. i apologize.. even is some ppl think i shouldn’t be forgiven..
to all those dat i love.. i noe i’m annoying, but be patient ya.. u mean alot to me..
Of Jackasses, Lame Dogs, and Goodbyes…
………what de hell la…. everybody leaving me….and i’m not even 17 yet… first my mum…den (…….), den my bestest best fren in de whole world decided to hump sheep in new zealand…..den today my godsis leaving for kl….. but den i wont miss her as much as her u noe what la…. but i miss my mum though..and my fren…dei, Hew, i’m talkin bout u…
neeways… contrary to de norm, i’m starting dis backwards…. since i’ve already covered de goodbyes, i’ll move on to de lame dog… some clarification first, i’m not talking bout a real person(i wish i was..), but a real dog… dont mean to be rude, but she’s a bitch…
she just appeared on my doorstep yesterday… she was well fed and literally shining in de sun… super healthy fur… but her right hind leg was lame…. gave her some water…rice…milk… dis morning she followed me to the main road and waited with me for the bus to arrive….so sweet… should call de RSPCA before i get attached to her…. she soo cute…
finally, a big shoutout to all my Sc3 jackasses…its been nice noeing y’all…. fantastic humour, exhilarating athmosphere and pure jackassity everytime we unleashed de beast… i love y’all….and CUT DE CRAP!! dis is ridiculous…no, i’m ridiculous….
neeways… contrary to de norm, i’m starting dis backwards…. since i’ve already covered de goodbyes, i’ll move on to de lame dog… some clarification first, i’m not talking bout a real person(i wish i was..), but a real dog… dont mean to be rude, but she’s a bitch…
she just appeared on my doorstep yesterday… she was well fed and literally shining in de sun… super healthy fur… but her right hind leg was lame…. gave her some water…rice…milk… dis morning she followed me to the main road and waited with me for the bus to arrive….so sweet… should call de RSPCA before i get attached to her…. she soo cute…
finally, a big shoutout to all my Sc3 jackasses…its been nice noeing y’all…. fantastic humour, exhilarating athmosphere and pure jackassity everytime we unleashed de beast… i love y’all….and CUT DE CRAP!! dis is ridiculous…no, i’m ridiculous….
i was surfing and found dis on yahoo and i thought….de world’s got to noe bout dis!! read on, peepz..
Some people are built to be sappy. My sister, for instance — her turn-ons include romantic comedies, diamonds, flowers, snuggling, and babies. An elaborate wedding proposal involving a Jumbotron, an adorable monkey in a tuxedo, and enough carats to restrict normal finger mobility would completely kill with her. If you are one of those people, then this article is not for you.
Everyone else, listen up: When it comes to the lovey-dovey stuff, you are not nearly as punk rock as you pretend to be. Yeah, I know, nobody wants to be in one of those gross couples that makes single people gag, but deep down inside, I bet you like doing some of that touchy-feely junk. Snuggling. Giggling. The occasional sweet nothing. Well, it’s time to own up to it. Stop living a lie. By continuing to deny your mushy side, you’re only hurting yourself. It’s not easy, I know. But I can help, because I did it.
Let me share my coming-out story with you. My personal distaste for the tradition-ally romantic has mostly centered on gifts. There’s something crass about popular images of couples-type giving, a kind of money-equals-love formula that I find icky. Like in those diamond ads where the message is always something along the lines of “Don’t be fooled, at heart all women are grasping, materialistic harpies.” Plus they always feature dudes buying stuff for their ladies, and never the reverse, so there’s an air of anti-feminism about the whole thing.
Too sophisticated for all that crap
Anyway, for the longest time I was way too sophisticated for all that crap. Every time an anniversary or Valentine’s Day rolled around, I was quick to tell whomever I was dating that he was not to worry about such lame, Hallmark-generated hoopla. I would then proceed to look down my nose at the candy-concealing bears and heart-encrusted lingerie, happy in my intellectual superiority. I was, I imagine, a real treat to have around.
Then, one February, everything changed. It was like this: I was sitting around with my boyfriend, Frank, drinking a beer, when he asked what I wanted to do for Valentine’s Day. I suggested the usual nothing, wondering if he had forgotten what a lovely time we had had the previous year doing nothing. Frank nodded. Then he mentioned that he was thinking of buying me a gift — if not for Valentine’s Day, exactly, then just because — and suggested that maybe I consider doing the same. I sneered. This was the moment I looked forward to every time I sat through a De Beers ad, the moment for self-righteous speechifying. “Why would we want to do that?” I asked, gearing up to lower the boom. His answer totally flicked on the cartoon lightbulb over my head: “Well, because I thought it would be a nice thing to do.”
Great Moments in Sappy History
1965: Husband-and-wife crooners Sonny and Cher’s duet “I Got You Babe” tops the charts.
1970: Over 72 million people tune in to watch Ryan O’Neal win and lose Ali McGraw in the TV premiere of Love Story.
1982: Kenny G. releases his first album.
1994-2004: On Friends, Ross and Rachel get back together again. And again. And again.
2000: Al Gore French-kisses Tipper on stage at the Democratic National Convention.
2003: Victoria and David Beckham appear in matching white Dolce & Gabbana outfits at the MTV Movie Awards.
2004: Al Reynolds proposes to Star Jones at the NBA All-Stars game. Denzel Washington leads the crowd in a round of cheers.
2006: With 50 Cent in attendance, Eminem and Kim renew their vows.
– Savannah Ashour
“A nice thing to do.” How can you argue against doing nice things for a person you like? You really can’t. Feeling like the Grinch during the heart-grows-three-sizes scene, I realized that perhaps it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that couples might give each other presents not because of capitalist brainwashing, but because they like to be generous with their partners. That, just maybe, what you do for each other isn’t as important as why and how you do it.
Frank and I agreed then to buy each other something special and, you know, meaningful. A thing that the other person would really want to have. Which, it turns out, is an odd combination of more and less sappy than just grabbing an off-the-shelf plush from Snuggles Unlimited. More sappy because you have to put a lot of thought into delighting someone you love, and less sappy because you’re not doing anything that would make my sister say “Awww.” So when Frank gave me the nose ring he had picked out, and I gave him a signed comic book, it did feel like we were doing something nice for each other, and with very little associated saccharin.
A happy medium
It’s possible to find a happy medium between sticky sweet and bitterly repressed. Here’s an example involving people other than me: A few years back, my friends Josh and Karen announced that they had decided to get married. My initial reaction was to be highly skeptical about the whole thing. Not because of the commitment — they’d been living together for years and were really good for each other. No, I was bothered by the inherent lameness of having a wedding.
I had only ever been to big, puffy, expensive bridezilla-type ceremonies, with the lurid bridesmaids’ dresses and the crazy parents-in-law and the single women brawling over the bouquet. Why, I wondered, would people I respected want to put themselves through that kind of misery? It had never occurred to me that at your wedding you can do whatever the hell you want.
Rather than a church and a minister, Josh and Karen had a kick-ass outdoor spot and an old friend officiating. In lieu of “Wedding March,” Karen walked down the “aisle” to “Green Onions” by Booker T. and the MG’s. Instead of the uptight, buttoned-up ceremony I had been expecting, they had thrown themselves a weekend-long party with all of their best friends and family, and it was wicked fun. Everyone seemed genuinely happy for them and happy to be there.
If weddings can be cool, anything can. It shouldn’t be embarrassing to admit that you love somebody — fifth grade was a long time ago. Not even the grumpiest anti-romantic wants to go through life alone and miserable, a stinky, senile cat her only companion. At the same time, it takes a while to get comfortable with your smooshy side. You kind of have to grow into it — learn to love the love.
We liked each other enough
In that spirit, when I recently told my roommates and best friends that Frank and I had decided to move in together, I choked back all of the practical justifications for the move (saving money on rent, getting more living space, simplifying our scheduling, blah blah blah) and told them the painfully earnest truth: that we liked each other enough to want to share a house.
Naturally, I got ribbed for it, but good. I guess I deserved it after all the grief I’d given friends like Josh and Karen when they made moves to pair off. I stood by my moment of sappiness, though. And as I sit here in my shared apartment, with my shared cat and my sentimental nose jewelry and my decidedly un-rock‘n’ roll Netflix subscription, I’m struck by this thought: I may have ended up the kind of becoupled homebody I used to roll my eyes at, but unlike my ex-roommates, I am getting some on a regular basis. And what could be cooler than that?
Audrey Ference is a freelance writer living in Brooklyn with her boyfriend and a senile cat. She still can’t bring herself to call anyone “Schmoopy.”
Everyone else, listen up: When it comes to the lovey-dovey stuff, you are not nearly as punk rock as you pretend to be. Yeah, I know, nobody wants to be in one of those gross couples that makes single people gag, but deep down inside, I bet you like doing some of that touchy-feely junk. Snuggling. Giggling. The occasional sweet nothing. Well, it’s time to own up to it. Stop living a lie. By continuing to deny your mushy side, you’re only hurting yourself. It’s not easy, I know. But I can help, because I did it.
Let me share my coming-out story with you. My personal distaste for the tradition-ally romantic has mostly centered on gifts. There’s something crass about popular images of couples-type giving, a kind of money-equals-love formula that I find icky. Like in those diamond ads where the message is always something along the lines of “Don’t be fooled, at heart all women are grasping, materialistic harpies.” Plus they always feature dudes buying stuff for their ladies, and never the reverse, so there’s an air of anti-feminism about the whole thing.
Too sophisticated for all that crap
Anyway, for the longest time I was way too sophisticated for all that crap. Every time an anniversary or Valentine’s Day rolled around, I was quick to tell whomever I was dating that he was not to worry about such lame, Hallmark-generated hoopla. I would then proceed to look down my nose at the candy-concealing bears and heart-encrusted lingerie, happy in my intellectual superiority. I was, I imagine, a real treat to have around.
Then, one February, everything changed. It was like this: I was sitting around with my boyfriend, Frank, drinking a beer, when he asked what I wanted to do for Valentine’s Day. I suggested the usual nothing, wondering if he had forgotten what a lovely time we had had the previous year doing nothing. Frank nodded. Then he mentioned that he was thinking of buying me a gift — if not for Valentine’s Day, exactly, then just because — and suggested that maybe I consider doing the same. I sneered. This was the moment I looked forward to every time I sat through a De Beers ad, the moment for self-righteous speechifying. “Why would we want to do that?” I asked, gearing up to lower the boom. His answer totally flicked on the cartoon lightbulb over my head: “Well, because I thought it would be a nice thing to do.”
Great Moments in Sappy History
1965: Husband-and-wife crooners Sonny and Cher’s duet “I Got You Babe” tops the charts.
1970: Over 72 million people tune in to watch Ryan O’Neal win and lose Ali McGraw in the TV premiere of Love Story.
1982: Kenny G. releases his first album.
1994-2004: On Friends, Ross and Rachel get back together again. And again. And again.
2000: Al Gore French-kisses Tipper on stage at the Democratic National Convention.
2003: Victoria and David Beckham appear in matching white Dolce & Gabbana outfits at the MTV Movie Awards.
2004: Al Reynolds proposes to Star Jones at the NBA All-Stars game. Denzel Washington leads the crowd in a round of cheers.
2006: With 50 Cent in attendance, Eminem and Kim renew their vows.
– Savannah Ashour
“A nice thing to do.” How can you argue against doing nice things for a person you like? You really can’t. Feeling like the Grinch during the heart-grows-three-sizes scene, I realized that perhaps it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that couples might give each other presents not because of capitalist brainwashing, but because they like to be generous with their partners. That, just maybe, what you do for each other isn’t as important as why and how you do it.
Frank and I agreed then to buy each other something special and, you know, meaningful. A thing that the other person would really want to have. Which, it turns out, is an odd combination of more and less sappy than just grabbing an off-the-shelf plush from Snuggles Unlimited. More sappy because you have to put a lot of thought into delighting someone you love, and less sappy because you’re not doing anything that would make my sister say “Awww.” So when Frank gave me the nose ring he had picked out, and I gave him a signed comic book, it did feel like we were doing something nice for each other, and with very little associated saccharin.
A happy medium
It’s possible to find a happy medium between sticky sweet and bitterly repressed. Here’s an example involving people other than me: A few years back, my friends Josh and Karen announced that they had decided to get married. My initial reaction was to be highly skeptical about the whole thing. Not because of the commitment — they’d been living together for years and were really good for each other. No, I was bothered by the inherent lameness of having a wedding.
I had only ever been to big, puffy, expensive bridezilla-type ceremonies, with the lurid bridesmaids’ dresses and the crazy parents-in-law and the single women brawling over the bouquet. Why, I wondered, would people I respected want to put themselves through that kind of misery? It had never occurred to me that at your wedding you can do whatever the hell you want.
Rather than a church and a minister, Josh and Karen had a kick-ass outdoor spot and an old friend officiating. In lieu of “Wedding March,” Karen walked down the “aisle” to “Green Onions” by Booker T. and the MG’s. Instead of the uptight, buttoned-up ceremony I had been expecting, they had thrown themselves a weekend-long party with all of their best friends and family, and it was wicked fun. Everyone seemed genuinely happy for them and happy to be there.
If weddings can be cool, anything can. It shouldn’t be embarrassing to admit that you love somebody — fifth grade was a long time ago. Not even the grumpiest anti-romantic wants to go through life alone and miserable, a stinky, senile cat her only companion. At the same time, it takes a while to get comfortable with your smooshy side. You kind of have to grow into it — learn to love the love.
We liked each other enough
In that spirit, when I recently told my roommates and best friends that Frank and I had decided to move in together, I choked back all of the practical justifications for the move (saving money on rent, getting more living space, simplifying our scheduling, blah blah blah) and told them the painfully earnest truth: that we liked each other enough to want to share a house.
Naturally, I got ribbed for it, but good. I guess I deserved it after all the grief I’d given friends like Josh and Karen when they made moves to pair off. I stood by my moment of sappiness, though. And as I sit here in my shared apartment, with my shared cat and my sentimental nose jewelry and my decidedly un-rock‘n’ roll Netflix subscription, I’m struck by this thought: I may have ended up the kind of becoupled homebody I used to roll my eyes at, but unlike my ex-roommates, I am getting some on a regular basis. And what could be cooler than that?
Audrey Ference is a freelance writer living in Brooklyn with her boyfriend and a senile cat. She still can’t bring herself to call anyone “Schmoopy.”
FeLic!0u$ {[($erEndip!+Y)]}
ok..fine, so i’m naming a part of dis after a movie i’ve never seen..but what’s anyone gonna do about it? Sue me?… anyways(love dat word), serendipity to me means the event of finding something that is desired or brings happiness by accident.. and uumm…felicity means.. something like maximum hapiness la… check dictionary la…. actually dis is the second time i’m writing tis bloody thing cuz 1st time de bugger got deleted…sigh… once apon a time, de sun rose as usual, scorching me in de process… den my grandmother refused to cook lunch for me cuz of a little(yeah right!) fight we had a couple of weeks back… perfect opportunity to prove dat men can cook…no, men can’t cook… I CAN…. neeways, i knew it was one of those days were i would wake up on my back, and fall on my face…. (if anybody don understand anything or what just tell u noe…i scared u all blur case tiba-tiba…) back to the lie, i found out dat my fon no more credit….damn pissed la… so had to walk to 7-11 and buy some… damn freaking hot sun.. wen i reach home only father ask 2 go cut hair…must walk again!!! den de barber gave my stupid lookin hair an even stupider haircut….HOW COME?? neeways, it was sooo hot dat i thought i might just drop dead there and den…
A moment of unending felicity hit me…i wish i could elaborate, but den it would take the fun (and mystery) out of it…
neeways, dis account is true…one day, a certian institution of education lost an invite to ipoh’s biggest social event in 2006… like, super tension edi….
but the invite was found…not by who it was intended for…and de person who was like "finder’s keepers" decided to turn it into a joke….which i happened to be the butt of…
but the following series of events have been de best 10 months of my life…
it all happened by accident…. i didn’t intend nor expected it to happen…. but i’m glad it did…
flash forward to the present…. here i am, online..while my grandmum is in the hospital…recovering from her second stroke….de calls have been streaming in since Tuesday….
it’s so sad….but not sad enough for tears to stream down my cheeks….must be a result of our previous skirmishes…sigh…
neeways….i guess it’s best if i just keep my mouth shut and my tongue in place…less i hurt someone else….
finally, i would like to wish everyone a Happy Valentine’s Day…and Singlez Rock!!
A moment of unending felicity hit me…i wish i could elaborate, but den it would take the fun (and mystery) out of it…
neeways, dis account is true…one day, a certian institution of education lost an invite to ipoh’s biggest social event in 2006… like, super tension edi….
but the invite was found…not by who it was intended for…and de person who was like "finder’s keepers" decided to turn it into a joke….which i happened to be the butt of…
but the following series of events have been de best 10 months of my life…
it all happened by accident…. i didn’t intend nor expected it to happen…. but i’m glad it did…
flash forward to the present…. here i am, online..while my grandmum is in the hospital…recovering from her second stroke….de calls have been streaming in since Tuesday….
it’s so sad….but not sad enough for tears to stream down my cheeks….must be a result of our previous skirmishes…sigh…
neeways….i guess it’s best if i just keep my mouth shut and my tongue in place…less i hurt someone else….
finally, i would like to wish everyone a Happy Valentine’s Day…and Singlez Rock!!
what do i mean by eternal sunshine of a spotless mind..
be4 i start, let me warn you.. i might be de most long-winded person you’ve ever met.. it’s not dat i talk alot or anything(cuz i’m actually very quiet..) its just dat i like to add elements of suspense or drama or whatever to heighten de effect of the things i say… i’m straight to de point wen i have to be.. but dats wen i blow my top and de only words dat stream out of my mouth arent fit to be published here…
anyways… to some people, sunshine is de symbol of happiness, peace, tranquility.. and eternal sunshine..means dat dis peace will remain forever.. though there will be problems every now and then, like a rain cloud, a thunder storm, or the perfect disaster, the sun will continue to shine.. eventhough it is blocked, it is not stopped.. de obstacles will come and go, but there will always be light.. okay, i better crap about somethin else before you break ur monitor..
when a baby is born, its brain and nerves jump-start at break-neck speed.. but in that fraction of a second, that extremely small period, that small gap between the brain being an inactive mind and becoming a knowledge-soaking sponge..the mind is in a state called "spotless". the brain comes alive, and is untarnished by any sort of information.. no burdening data.. no lustful instincts.. it is completely pure.. at peace..
but tht peace never lasts..cause in less than a second, billions of nerves flood the brain with knowledge.. and until that person dies, the brain will remain in carnage..
the eternal sunshine of a spotless mind is the ultimate ironic icon for people who’s goal is to seek peace, but in doing so, only tax themselves even more… the one thing that they want is the one thing that they can never have..such is the law of Nature…who is sweet, yet cruel.. beautiful, yet taunting..
the eternal sunshine of a spotless mind is the one thing that has eluded me ever since i sought for it.. reminding me of how imperfect the world can be.. but that doesn’t mean we should stop trying!!! ;)
anyways… to some people, sunshine is de symbol of happiness, peace, tranquility.. and eternal sunshine..means dat dis peace will remain forever.. though there will be problems every now and then, like a rain cloud, a thunder storm, or the perfect disaster, the sun will continue to shine.. eventhough it is blocked, it is not stopped.. de obstacles will come and go, but there will always be light.. okay, i better crap about somethin else before you break ur monitor..
when a baby is born, its brain and nerves jump-start at break-neck speed.. but in that fraction of a second, that extremely small period, that small gap between the brain being an inactive mind and becoming a knowledge-soaking sponge..the mind is in a state called "spotless". the brain comes alive, and is untarnished by any sort of information.. no burdening data.. no lustful instincts.. it is completely pure.. at peace..
but tht peace never lasts..cause in less than a second, billions of nerves flood the brain with knowledge.. and until that person dies, the brain will remain in carnage..
the eternal sunshine of a spotless mind is the ultimate ironic icon for people who’s goal is to seek peace, but in doing so, only tax themselves even more… the one thing that they want is the one thing that they can never have..such is the law of Nature…who is sweet, yet cruel.. beautiful, yet taunting..
the eternal sunshine of a spotless mind is the one thing that has eluded me ever since i sought for it.. reminding me of how imperfect the world can be.. but that doesn’t mean we should stop trying!!! ;)
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Let's skip de flashy intro's shall we?
heya.. special thanks to halili.. moved all my crap from frenster to ere..
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