The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less. We buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life, not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.

If any of you have more such interesting stuff, do give it to me. I love a good read.

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OBLV

They say, the quiet soul is most acutely aware.

Going home.

The air. The moment I felt it, was relaxing.

How unlike KL.

Something was with that sea breeze, that cleared your doubts.
Something was with that cold floor, that relieved your exhaustion.

KL.

Metropolitan, and developed.
A land where everything seemed to be on a rush.

Can I have a moment, for myself?

A little time, to smell the lime-flavoured leaves of that tree by the door.
A little time, to sit and watch the trees rustle in the wind.
A little time, with my eyes shut and nothing.

The air of KL stinks.

There are sounds in KL not heard to us, but affects us in every way.

I just know, that there is a dim hum that irritates the balance.
I can feel, that there is a quiet murmur that upsets the silence.

KL, is a lousy place to be in.

Always on a rush, for no reason.

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通往没有你的轨道

-_-"

>_<

T_T

X_X

;p

O_o

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Friday, December 29, 2006

A little emo rant~

Ever felt, like that?

Like a log just hit you and all the sudden, all your senses are numb, you feel your heart skip a few beats and go haywire, your breathing suddenly seems so difficult? That strange moment, when it felt like all the muscles were tense, and something seemed to constrict your neck...

Suddenly, it felt like the world came crashing down, and you just didn't know what to do? A particular strange feeling of being lost, adrift on the open seas, hoping for someone to come along in a ship to pick you up?

Adrift, is perhaps the proper word. Then again, perhaps not.

This myriad of lost emotions, all swirling up and bubbled around in this sudden, as if it's been hidden for so long. Erupting like a long dormant volcano, it came, and I, like all helpless victims, was helplessly unprepared.

The firefighting was ruthless, and the inner turmoil, seemed to span an eternity.

It's hard to keep your mind in one piece, when there's so much conflict brewing within. In times of such great conflict, I craved, wanted, and needed a way of escape.

For a moment it was, a beacon, a temporary relief, a momentary quiet for the mind to mend slightly.

But like all pains, like all wars, hostilities run far deeper than a moment of silence can ever heal.

This was no conflict. It was no mere temporary burst of bad emotions. It wasn't just tempers flaring.

It reflected something that was piled deep, buried far deeper than anyone would like to admit. For a moment, I could lie to myself that it never existed, and that fleeting glimpse of a time when feelings, was once numbed.

In those times... in that rare gateway, of near-sublimal state of dreams, I saw...

A short-lived vision, of a time when there was only anger, malice and hatred, and no room for any other.

I... miss those times.

There was no greater sense of empowerment, than a deep and intense feeling of malice. It brings a sinister smirk to your face, it makes that dark glint in your eyes, it boils in your veins. Your very glare strikes a deep sense of fear into their hearts.

The taste as they seek to quickly look away when you stared at them.

The fear.

I liked that. Very much.

Maybe it'll come back one day. That raw, unpolished rush of blood. The unbridled, unfiltered madness. That thrill, of just letting it go.

No worries of rules.
No fear of authorities.
Nothing to hold you back.

When, I wondered, I lost that little part of me...

I need a punching bag. Maybe I should hang one in my room.

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Thursday, December 28, 2006

Er.. what?

Anyway, nothing much to tell you.

However, what I'd really like to mention about is about this article, I saw online.
A guy waited for a girl, for 5 years, before she accepted him as a boyfriend.

Now. If you ask me, what's wrong? She accepted, happy ending for the guy, right?

No.

Frankly.
IT ISN'T GOING TO END WELL.

Fuck why?

I just know.

Any girl that makes a guy wait so fucking long, is probably fucking retarded.

No joke. 1 month or 2, hanging on a string, yeah, why not? But even then, I'd go out and get to know a few more new people, spend some time worrying about something else.

AND

Any guy stupid enough to wait so long, is probably fucking retarded as well.

I mean, what the heck. Do you know how much things change over the years? Just 2 years ago I was still in secondary school. Just 6 months ago I was still unsure whether this course was meant for me.

Things change so much, and you'll meet so many new people. I find it stupid, to wait for something that, if you ask me, isn't worth waiting.

I'm not saying we should never wait.
I'll wait an eternity if my wife were in coma.
But seriously, we shouldn't restrict ourselves to something so... fragile.

A 'couple' is just that, fragile beyond imagination, something that breaks easily, something that's so patchy that you need to fix every now and then.

I'll never get some people.

They just make no sense to me.

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Tuesday, December 26, 2006

You can bring almost anything.

You see those wannabe street racers.

With their V6s.

What, 1.6, 1.8. 2.6 litres on your Skyline, 3 litres on your what.. Supra? Or say, 3.5 litres on the 350Z?

And I can own ALL of that, with a simple AMERICAN POLICE CAR. (and it's used widely across USA)

The Ford Police Interceptor. (aka Crown Victoria, for the civilian counterpart)

a nearly 6 litres, V8 engine son of a bitch.

V8 for god's sake!

Shiets man. You can throw down your nitro-ed super/twinturbo-charged tuners, and I can still fuck you up, with a FACTORY tuned (albeit police package) V8.

No joke. All I need is maybe lighten the car a little bit, and it'll kick your ass.

Since when did they start making American police cars so fucking cool?

Oh, btw, CHECK OUT THE NEW 2007 Dodge Charger.
Might be the NEXT GEN police car.
Comes in V6 and V8s. WTF! And either 3+ litres or 6 litres+/-

Dude.

3 litre still ownz like 90% of the cars on the road here.

-_-"

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Saturday, December 23, 2006

Well. Why should I even bother?

Seriously.

Why?
The question never seems to amaze me. Are we that willing to be a little altruistic, even when there seems to be no form of benefit other than a psychological one?

(this question is merely rhetorical. I merely read a forum question about what to do when a friend is out to fuck his/her own life away)

Yes. What should you do, when your friend is out to fuck their own life for god knows what? Hey, dude. If he wants to go and do that kind of shit, what can you actually do, huh?

N.O.T.H.I.N.G

Yes. Keep that in mind. Hell, the more you tell them how you think it's not the right thing for them, the more they will want to do it.

If you do end up giving advice, they'll look at you, and say, 'what, you my dad now?'

Okaaaaay~ Now that's it man. I'm not gonna say shit on that.

People are bitches and bastards. You know that. We know that, it's like an accepted knowledge that inside everyone, there's either a fucking bastard, or a retarded bitch, or both in some exceptional cases.

So, if that part of them comes around, just treat them like normal bastards and bitches.

DO NOT GIVE A FUCKING DAMN.

They are out to screw their life doing drugs and shit. Let them. Let them join the lethargic aspect of society, the mess known as the scumbags of society, (which btw forms a large portion of society).

ADVICE DO NOT WORK!

I will tell you that now, again, and forever. It almost NEVER works, why?

WHYYY????

Because 20% of society are of below-average intelligence, as in, idiots.
And about 40% of the world is too stubborn for their own good.
And another 95% wallows in self-pity and misery so much, that any advice, just goes to waste.
And a good 99% is so embroiled by the problem that they are paralyzed by it.

So, advice works on a paltry 1% of society.

That means, only 1/100 people will do as you say when they are in real DEEP SHIT. Other than that, they'll just ignore you and fuck themselves up even more.

Fantastic.

So, unless you are sure the person you are dealing with is that 1%, don't bother giving that advice, and chances are, if he/she is that 1%, he wouldn't have got into trouble to begin with.

There was once a quote.

Those who can't take advice, are usually in trouble.
Those who can take advice, usually don't ever need it.

Which, I must say, borders between satire and irony.

Life just loves to screw us up.

So, don't give advice. Never works. Save your strength and give advice to yourself instead.

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Friday, December 22, 2006

MegaFuckload

Why do they have to upload to MEGA-fucked-UPLOAD?

Damned shit that stupid website. I mean, yousendit or sendspace is WAAAAAAAAAY better.
Freaking nubs. (but damn, they have gbs of SONGS.) Fine, they ain't noobs.

Anyway. Busy like fuck but damn, I'm enjoying every moment of it.

Screw savings man.

I doubt I'll have a life once semester starts.

Like Pan Wei Bo's song, Tell me. (which is at the moment, the perfect song for my current mood)

'Party here, party there, just say it and I'm there!'

Anyone got anything, just tell me. I'll be there. No joke.

Christmas, whatever, if there's something, tell me.

I wanna be a fucking lepak-tard! LOL.

CC everyday for the win! (I'm not joking. I have full permission to do so)

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SONGS = MOODs. So, what I play, reflects how I feel.

1. Wilber Pan Wei Bo - Tell me. I like the mood and rhythm of the song, it's really all upbeat, outgoing, fun, and a little arrogant/cocky. I like that.
2. Justin Timberlake - Cry Me A River. I also like the rather vengeful undertone running through this song. I think it's rather interesting.
   
3. Lady Sovereign - Love Me or Hate Me. Now this is some midget. This chick can fucking rap. Check this line out, if you love me, then fuck you. If you hate me, then fuck you. Damn, that's cool. I think she rocks.
   
4. Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi - Teen Titans Opening. Yes. Teen Titans FTW. This song is.. strange. I'm hooked. It's like the Morning Musume's Powerpuff girls song. It's catchy, addictive and pile of shit. I'm loving shit! That's shit.
5. Chocolat Soundtrack - Rachel Portman - Main Theme. Anyone remembers this movie? Chocolat? At one point it was one of those SUPER ROMANTIC movies about a girl who opened a chocolate store in a small town. And the girl is french. Everyone knows french girls are just plain HAWT. This song, or more exact, this music, is strangely mystical, haunting, hiding a slight upbeat mood. I'm looking to get the full score, but shit, I'm already leeching off limewire and torrents. >_<>

5 songs.

1 Outgoing and flirty, 1 Happy till you die, 1 about love lost, 1 about just asking you to fuck off, and 1 orchestral romance.

So, what is my mood now? First person to guess correctly gets 1 free coke.

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Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Love, sex, and genetics. Episode 1

Yes. Love, sex and procreation.

That is what this topic is about.

I'm going to be very very biological, philosophical, and to a certain extent, mad on this topic. Why? It takes a little eccentricity to understand the complexities of things.

Ever wondered why, the most promiscuous men/women never seem to have any problems at making a comeback after a failed relationship?
Ever wondered why, some, particularly the unexperienced, seem to suffer for all eternity? As in, their suffering seemed to last till as long as god knows when?
Ever wondered, what is it that truly guides us to be attracted, and to be involved and to be, 'lusting' over a person?

I, seek to put my opinions. read: OPINIONS. (LAYMAN OPINION, not a PROFESSIONAL ONE. AS SUCH NOT LIABLE TO ANY FORM OF ISSUES)

Whilst it is a layman's opinion, it is backed my years of research and observation (okay, fine, that was an exaggeration. I guess it's only about 15 months worth of data collection, so my sample size is pretty darn small)

Anyway.

Ever wondered, what is love FOR?
Ever wondered, why smart men marry bitches?
Ever wondered, why good girls go for jerks?

(such an age-old, cliched question, don't you think? But after reading some issue on NG a while back, and reading a few more interesting topics on the subject recently, I've decided to help you poor helpless fools stuck in the jail of love)

Everything, if you are a believer of religion, that all things have a purpose, and as such, love should have it's own purpose.

From National Geographic, and I shit you not, love at it's core is PURELY for the purpose of MULTIPLICATION... aka.. survival.

I shit you not. (too much russell peters. My bad)

Now.

What governs survival? How do we ensure our survival?

There was a rule, survival of the fittest. It was the law of the jungle.

Now. What defines, 'fittest?'

You have to familiarize yourself with a crucial phrase right here.

'DOMINANT/ALPHA MALE/FEMALE' (wolf-packs use such titles, and it's spread out over all of the animal kingdom, and these people get the priority to mate. If it works there, we, the offsprings of chimps, is most likely to be subject to the same rule)

The term dominant, is not to demonstrate a form of dictatorship.

DOMINANT = Exuding confidence, ability, control, and power.

The term DOMINANT, in our present society is very much diluted, and masked, and women, given that they are in a position to choose, it is always the ALPHA male that gets the pick.

Wonder why we are infatuated with superstars?
They, in our minds, subconsciously are known as an ALPHA MALE/FEMALE.

They have status, and prestige. And indirectly, the mind inteprets it as GOOD GENETIC CODES.

I shit you not on that too. That is actually backed by some documentaries and articles a while back.

Now. What is it with DOMINANT AND GOOD GENETIC CODES?

Guys, go for looks, which represent, genetic codes. Biologically, good looks, symmetry are intepreted as a form of good codes, which indirectly will mean, the CHILD/OFFSPRING will be of good QUALITY, and have higher chances of survival. (and I shit you not.)

Girls, go for dominant qualities, or other that may reflect dominance of some form.
Why? Biologically, a dominant personality is intepreted as a sign that the MALE can take care of the offspring, and their offspring also have higher chances of survival. Good lucks, while always touted to be a key factor, is actually less involved.

And fuck, I again, shit you not.

Episode 2 will follow up, in some time.

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Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Dreams and Aspirations

Everyone has dreams. Don't they?

I always wanted to make my own cars, like Ferrari, like Koenigsegg, like Lamborghini. Why? I may not be a good driver, but I love cars. I want to know, I want to learn. The passion, is there. There's just something about these cars, these machines.

They have a life. A life we give them. These machines... are more than just that. Done properly, they are a work of art, a masterpiece and symbol of human ability over the elements.

Cars. A little thing pieced together, and your love is born when it's your own creation.

Yes, I admit I do not take care of my own car very well. I admit I don't know much, but I intend to learn.

Everyone must have a field of specialty. It's where everyone carves it's own niche in life. It's how everyone breaks a whole in the wall known as the world.

In this world, we can no longer be jacks of all trades. The time and place for such ability in the social order, and economic ladder has long since passed)

This is a world of specialism. To be better than anyone else, in what you want to do.

I've decided, I'll try to learn in 2 fields. (I intend to use my accounting, and consequently, whatever funds I have in the future, to fund my learning.)

Engineering (indirectly, automotive. There's something to it I love. That... rather strange passion for breaking things down just to see how it works, and rebuilding it. To break things just to make something better, to try to use basic laws to achieve certain goals.

There is nothing like creating something, never seen to the world. To engineer is not to create the greatest or biggest, but is to make things last.

I, see a future in how things last. They need to last, they need to retain it's originality.

It's through engineering of small but compoundingly significant inventions and innovations.

I want to change the world, like everyone does.

&

Finance - Accounting is just a small part of the world. It's audit, and accounting, that leads to red tape. The demand to satisfy various 'audit' requirements lead to a case of too much paperwork to fill, too much bureaucracy. Finance, economics, accounting, management. They are all interlinked, each forming a different part of a greater whole.

Economics, the whole monetary field is a representation. A symbol of the transfer of goods. It reflects the movement of demand and supply, it's intricate fluctuations.

Economics, is the avatar of human desire. To manipulate it, requires an understanding of mankind, at all aspects, at a whole. That, is the real challenge, and I find it... alluring.

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Why do we need to dream? Why do we need to try?

My question to you, is.

Do you want to just be another name, forgotten in history?
Do you want to be a sheep, unknown and insignificant in the herd?
Do you want a life like your parents?

We should strive to achieve, not for ourselves.
We should strive to achieve, not for the world.

What we achieve, should always for the future.

So you have stories to tell your children when they come over and visit.
So you know, so that even after years, your offsprings will remember you for what you've done.

To learn alone, is not enough. So to those who mug constantly, you should change,
To think alone, is not enough. So to those who indulge in idle dreaming, change,
To work alone, is not and never enough. Blind work have let us nowhere.

We need to learn, we need to think, and most ultimately, we need a dream.

Life without dreams, is like a ship without it's bearings.

LIES!

To those who say, that you've lost your compass! That you no longer know where to go!

LIES!

All you ever needed, was to look up to the sky. Has they ever misguided you? They are not always there, but even a compass has times when it has no use.

A good dream has inspired countless many to change the world.

All you need, to change yours, is a dream, and some effort.

When there is a will, there is always a way.

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>_<

Yes, yes.

You know it now.

Happy?

Frankly. I think it'll be over soon. Yeah. Soon.
Like a candle in the wind~

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Saturday, December 16, 2006

Lolz

Comic Fiesta.

I guess for me, it was a bit rushed.

But next year I hope I get the chance to go for a PROPER one. As in, go for both days, and actually take photos with all of the cosplayers.

Lolz, if I have the time, can cosplay oso... hahaha~

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Friday, December 15, 2006

Hahhaa

LOL!

Check what I found out!

Mark and me will probably have the same problem, but more likely me, because I happened to be much closer to the shift than he is.

These natives are often very unfortunate in love and marriage.

Anyway, if your birthdate is very close to the end or the beginning, as in for myself, borderline case, go check out the 'cusps'.

Oh, check out celtic horoscopes too! They are kinda funky.

(I was once told I had a taste for the occult and... weird. But then, who cares)

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006

_Avalon_

Anyway, I heard my home got broke in lately.

(which is true, although it baffles me what they'd like to steal from that house of mine. I mean, the most expensive thing in there... is probably the air cond, so... they wanna steal the air cond?)

Regardless,
Someone made a very interesting link to me.

Statement 1: Home is where the heart is.
Statement 2: My home just got broken into.

So,
Conclusion: Someone broke my heart!

LOL! Why didn't I think of that?

(I enjoy this feeling. Makes me feel... very curious, and I end up trying to restructure the way my thinking works to take this.. rather.. simplictic approach into account)

Nothing like being shown a link.. when you were thinking about something else.

Oh yes.

Curiosity is the key to true learning. Nothing else matters.

Anyway, today's quote will be,

'The only certainty in the world, is change.'

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Sunday, December 10, 2006

Fuck you, bitch

What the fuck is your fucking problem, sohai!

Makachauhai!

Shit, it's your fucking fault. Dammit. You didn't write the damn number down, and you blame me that I can't read, or I'm so 'mu tou' that I can't find it.

FUCK.

If it ain't fucking there, how the fuck am I supposed to find it? What, make it out of thin air?

BITCH!

You know, I'm freaking sick of you pushing the blame to me everytime something screws up. You know that?

ERGH!

The day I start earning my own money, is the day you'll see me look at you, and say, 'shut the fuck up.'

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Saturday, December 09, 2006

Dark Post-Apolyptical Prologue.

Have you ever wondered, that actually you have been treated unfairly well? If you were given what you actually deserved, you would have received less than you have now?

If you think life is unfair, it can be worse. You can mention 10 ways it can be better, I can tell you 1,000 ways it can be worse.

There's no fair and unfair. It is so, therefore it is.

To quote William Shakespeare,

Nothing in this world is either good or bad,
but thinking makes it so.

Fairness, is a lousy judge. It's an excuse. Those who seek fairness, is seeking advantage, seeking justification, seeking reason, seeking comfort. To those who whine and complain how the world is unfair, you are blinded by illusions, tales, and fables.

Reality is a cruel place. People die. People fall sick. People are assholes.

There's nothing that's fair. Live with it. If you can't deal with how unfair the world is, jump off a 15 story building.

The world is a bitter place, one where simple justice and equality has no place. Keep in mind, the world is now governed by a very simple emotion.

Greed.



It is the inherent limitation placed on us, it is a challenge given and handed to us.
It's like a box, and we must prove, that we can still thrive in this box.

Do not be blinded by fairness, but merely keep in mind a simple order.

'Do no unnecessary harm, and protect yourself from harm.'

Extreme practice of equality will lead to a socialist state, and will represent the downfall of human innovation.

It is because the world is unfair, that we go out and improve, create, and alter.
A fair world will stifle expansion, and ultimately, represent extinction.

A more proper word, is a semi-balanced world, where power is constantly shifted, and no one holds on too long.

Behold the new world order, governed by the sheer need to get ahead, an order thinly disguised as capitalism.

Know that, in this world, bears manifold semblance to the jungle.

Survival is no longer an issue. We are thriving.

Nature is thinning out the weak.
Nature is out eradicating the undeserving.

From this mess of 6 billion, there will come a day when it will only be a small group, of the super-elite. It will be the dawn of a new kind, the coming of Nietzsche's Uber-man.

War, natural disasters, disease, plagues.

It's all a guise, a mask for a larger goal.

Nature is merely auditioning the populace, where the uncapable, and unprepared are... eliminated from the game. The stakes? Survival, and a place in the future.

This Russian roulette, is just only starting. Many will die. Rivers of blood will course through the streets.

Are you, ready?

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Thursday, December 07, 2006

Losing money

Ergh~

PAIN!
1 day, and I already wiped 9% of the money they gave me.
WTF.
9% LOSS Damnit. (9 Godfucking percent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)))
ERGH!

900 bucks. Gone. In 5 bloody hours.

So, boys and girls. Learn from my lesson.

Do not drop into a totally foreign field of investments, without sufficient research, and I mean, SUFFICIENT (as in learn everything you can).

(luckily it's just virtual money. if it's real...)

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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Aihz

Been kinda a while, eh?

Can't wait to start lepaking at shopping malls, cybercafes and anywhere except college again.
Just a couple of days more. Just a couple of bloody long ass days more...

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Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Mia Townsend

8 seconds.
Feels like an eternity.

The need to be a little faster.
The need to be a little better.
The need to be a little sharper.

Speed isn't a gift.
It's forged, from layers and layers of practice, compounded and mutliplied on challenge.

But, to break that extra 8 seconds.
To break the limit, to be a little faster.

It's a very steep curve, sadly.

It gets very very hard to make that small step forward, at the top.
It's like trying to take a step front, whilst the blizzard presses on you, whilst the cold freezes and numbs your senses, whilst the air is so thin you could hardly breath.

It's a cruel game, easy to fail, hard to succeed.

The effort to make that small gain, is twice as hard, as the one before it.

Draw a graph, and you'll see what it takes, to be at the very top.

It's like a high maintenence girl, demanding all your focus, energy, mind, body, time and soul.
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What shit am I talking?

NFS. No joke.

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Friday, December 01, 2006

Sometimes, why?

I guess this, comes as rather... alien to some of you.

Have you ever... thought about running away from home?

Yes. RUN AWAY FROM HOME.

Well. Today, I did. Well, last time I had thoughts, but no actual plan, but today, I was literally thinking about how'd I survive, what I would do, how I'd start from scratch. I made a plan. I thought about what I could do.

Sometimes it begs the question, why are we doing this? It sucks, really.

Home is supposed to be a place where you'd feel safe.
Home is supposed to be a place where you are you, no need to act.
Home is supposed to be a place you recover from the world.
Home is supposed to be a place you can sleep your worries away.

Well, it is supposed to be that way.

But it ain't.

I'm finding it hard to endure living under the same roof.

I don't want to come back, and get scolded and screamed at.
I don't want to come back, and get a nag and a few other insults thrown at me.

Let me do what I want to do.
Let me be what I want to be.
Let me try what I want to try.

Is that so hard?

Why the pressure?
Why the expectations?

Can't we just be normal?
Can't I just be normal?
Can't everything be normal?

Can't I just be a simple person living a simple life?
Can't I just have average results, and average thoughts?

Why do you keep insisting?
Why do you keep forcing?

I want to be the best.
But not for this reason. This reason is wrong. It's corrupted, vain, and it's an argument full of holes.

I want to be something, but not the way you want me to be.
I can't be like that. I'm not a genie.

It's just not fair.

Are we, the objects to fulfill your unachieved dreams?
Is that all we are? Objects for you to boost your own image?

Why do you have to put all your own expectations of life, on me?

Why can you fail, but yet I can't?
Is it so hard, to let me do what I wish?

I hate this game, really. I hate having to figure out what you're trying to do. I hate having to be whatever you want me to be. I hate all this.

All I want is a warm home. Instead, I got a torture chamber, and a warzone.

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