bang BANG.

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bang; BANG; boom;

Not all murders have a motive
This one certainly didn't

We've reached the end of the road
Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for the ride

mardi, décembre 30, 2008

And once again, my efforts to chop off my locks have yet again been thwarted by the Indonesian hairstylist.

I was mentally ready to part with about 12 inches of a dead, semi-blond broomstick but the hairstylist, apparently, wasn't.

She kept insisting that it could be treated with vitamins and proper care... (hahah, proper care is exactly what I cannot give my hair!) . But oh well.

There's always a next time.

>7:05 AM

vendredi, décembre 26, 2008

A cold wind blows that shatters hearts,
The engulfing of a shadow dark
the autumn that we lose our leaves,
the malice of the winter's freeze
the end of things viewed as they are
the end of us, not who we are
breaking waves on the sandy beach
the last goodbye, the end of speech
and slowly creep upon your spine
the chill that lasts for eternal time
as stone turns cold in winters touch
the darkness robs your sense of touch
and slowly creep the darkness will
until at last, the world is still.

>10:43 PM

Give a thought to it.

Someone had told me, "Just because I'm living my ideal life, does not mean I'm happy."

Which brings me to this; we are all trying to achieve this ideal dream, inaptly named "success" because of the innate belief that success brings happiness.

But then again, how do you explain people who have nothing except happiness? And how do you explain successful yet miserable people?

So maybe, while chasing that utopian dream, give a thought to happiness, instead of that intangible success.

Well, that is, the most ideal, no?

But in the mean time, happiness or no, chasing As gives me a sense of satisfaction no amount of chocolates can. So to hell with happiness, I'm doing what's next best in my book; chasing that dream.

>8:28 PM

lundi, décembre 08, 2008

Cross my heart and hope to die.

A phrase very commonly used, sometimes without much thought in what the words really mean.

But really, how ready are we for death?

Every night, I lie awake thinking, 'Dear God, would this be the last time I close my eyes?'

And then the darkness of my closed eyelids play cruel visions of how I haven't been a good person, of people I've hurt, words I should have said, words I shouldn't have said.

And then I think about what people would think of me when I'm gone. Would they have thought lovingly of me? Or would I have left a legacy of misery in my life? It's selfish. Every human being, no matter how insignificant they might be to the world, would have wanted to leave at least a footprint behind by which others can remember them.

And then I pray that this is not my last night. I pray for forgiveness, and then I hope, that God will give me another chance to plant another footprint tomorrow.

What if, the breath you're taking in now, is the last breath you'll take?

What if, the words you just said in anger, are the last words you will ever say?

Death is the only certainty in life. Yet we treat life as if we have a lot of it to spare. We're all dying, but unlike some, we don't have a timer strapped to our chests telling us how many precious seconds we have left to make the most out of our lives.

I'll be honest. I'm not ready to die. And somehow, I doubt I'll ever be. But when it comes, I hope, it would be at a time when I've lived enough and prepared myself enough to face it.

>8:17 PM

dimanche, décembre 07, 2008

The odd thing about people is that they do all kinds of things just to elevate themselves in the eyes of people. So they seem cool-er, kind-er, nice-er. When really, they're nothing like that.

And somehow, I believe technology; what with facebook, blogs and all; only aims to makes their jobs easier.

While I'm not against people publicly displaying their personal life it gets rather annoying when they keep posting their "adventures" for the world to see. Seriously, I don't think people would want to see how so-and-so looks like when they're pissed- drunk. Well . Maybe they do, but posting these photos every single time just to show how cool it is to go clubbing and get drunk ? I don't buy that.

We now live in a world where it's seen as stupid to have ideals. What more, to stick by these so-called ideals? That'll earn you the label of being backward. Even if your ideals are about liberation and modernism.

I don't see the link between booze and modernism, seeing that the idea of getting drunk on booze itself was generated centuries ago, and very possibly dated back to before the dark ages themselves. So in actual fact, wouldn't one actually be backward to succumb to the evils of drink? (and now I'm sounding like a catholic priest) But hey, maybe that's just my backward thinking.

Despite what you may have thought, I have nothing against people who drink, just as I have nothing against people who smoke. In my opinion, everyone is entitled to destroy and shorten their lives in whichever way they see fit. If you feel obliged to destroy your liver/ kidney/ lungs, go ahead, but just don't drag me into it.

>8:42 AM