What do we really feel sorrow for when we mourn a lost life?
Fading memories, lost possibilities… a lacking presence
And what do we mourn in what can be the profound hurting of a broken heart?
Above all, I should say – a lost hope.
But hope is a man made concept, and of course all that is man made is in fact artificial, which makes it unreal.. and what is not real has to be a lie... and a lie is in all reality - non existent!
So the next time you sit at home a cry about a loer or a love that you welcomed and natured (therefore not even a naturally developed affection) - if you ever do, remember that all you are crying about is simply - NOTHING.
Just close your eyes and turn to a side where you can actually see the light and feel its warmth. Actually no matter what kind of pain it is that you are feeling the only realistic step towards achieveing anything is to cut ties with the past that is dragging you down. Vengence is a lazy form of grief, life is not always just and if you can find it inside you to simply accept this fact and continue living, it will five you a sense of peace at the very least. If you chose to make someone happy for every sadness you experience in life at the end of the day you will not walk away with nothing - no matter what you lose you have that satisfaction. Unless of course, you are too self centered to even be able to value that feeling.
Worst Kept Secrets of Maldives...
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Number One
Everyone sleeps around. When it comes out its such a big deal. When someones bf sneaks into her room, or when someone sneaks out in the middle of the night or hides away in some deep dark corner somewhere you are to assume that they were reciting holy Quran. Unless caught in the act - then you are to act very, very shocked. And very very ashamed. If you are to hear about you must, by all means gasp loudly and condemn such disgusting promiscuity and lack of religiousness or whatever. Of course, you're going to go home, meet your someone and do the same thing, but hey, that's different.
Whilst on the subject I'd like to just mention that there are no REAL birth control or abortion choices available (unless you're married, pretty much all you can get is rubber, which is pretty usless and lots of people are latex intolerant by the way, and there is the whole you don't want anyone you know seeing you buy it and thats hard to do when you're avoiding basically the whole country).
You could blame it on religious, cultural stigma. I think yeah, of course there's that too but I think it's mostly to do with the male dominant society. Come on girls, every frikking grown man is SO freaking SUPRISED no actually, SHOCKED if you talk about even the possibility of pregnancy (innit?) it's like they don't realise that when you make babies, eventually you make babies :P ... LOL yes boys, sex does equal pregancy - a lot of the time!
Number Two
Every businessman (and many others from the baby boomer generation) drinks and probably has smoked up or does smoke up. Of course they preach holy verses to their liberated children (and yes, they were the ones that actually fought for that freedom) about control and how to conduct themselves... and the children grow up to be a well, not children anymore (again SHOCK, SUPRISE) and their brains DO eventually start to FUNCTION and they come to REALISE that their parents are pretty much the SAME. Thus they also follow in the same footsteps and the damned parents have the NERVE to COMPLAIN. So basically just about every teenager especially from educated parents(:P) smokes up, drinks or both. In the event that you come across an intoxicated Maldivian you are expected to make polite conversation and pretend that you do not notice (some of many):
(a) the highly obvious and somewhat nauseating stench
(d) that he/she/it/they has a bottle coke in his hand but the liquid is orange in colour
(c) that you and your friend are speaking different languages
(d) that your friend apparently has three cigarrettes with him and they are all of different shapes, sizes and colours
(e) that your friend is on top of someone that is definitely not his/her spouse
ETC, ETC
Number Three
This is my last since I've realised I might just go on till forever. Nobody tells the truth about anything. We speak for effect and it's like speech is simply what we would like you to believe. What really goes on is damn obvious so the only way we can save our pride is simply, to pretend that everything is just hunky dory. So, if you're in Maldives, I advise you that honesty is really not the best policy in fact I should steer clear of it if I were you - you gonna get totally screwed.
Save being a good person for elsewhere. Think of it like this - you are in rural, uncivilized, barbaric lands. Its not about morality, it's about survival.
*Sigh. I love my homeland.*
Everyone sleeps around. When it comes out its such a big deal. When someones bf sneaks into her room, or when someone sneaks out in the middle of the night or hides away in some deep dark corner somewhere you are to assume that they were reciting holy Quran. Unless caught in the act - then you are to act very, very shocked. And very very ashamed. If you are to hear about you must, by all means gasp loudly and condemn such disgusting promiscuity and lack of religiousness or whatever. Of course, you're going to go home, meet your someone and do the same thing, but hey, that's different.
Whilst on the subject I'd like to just mention that there are no REAL birth control or abortion choices available (unless you're married, pretty much all you can get is rubber, which is pretty usless and lots of people are latex intolerant by the way, and there is the whole you don't want anyone you know seeing you buy it and thats hard to do when you're avoiding basically the whole country).
You could blame it on religious, cultural stigma. I think yeah, of course there's that too but I think it's mostly to do with the male dominant society. Come on girls, every frikking grown man is SO freaking SUPRISED no actually, SHOCKED if you talk about even the possibility of pregnancy (innit?) it's like they don't realise that when you make babies, eventually you make babies :P ... LOL yes boys, sex does equal pregancy - a lot of the time!
Number Two
Every businessman (and many others from the baby boomer generation) drinks and probably has smoked up or does smoke up. Of course they preach holy verses to their liberated children (and yes, they were the ones that actually fought for that freedom) about control and how to conduct themselves... and the children grow up to be a well, not children anymore (again SHOCK, SUPRISE) and their brains DO eventually start to FUNCTION and they come to REALISE that their parents are pretty much the SAME. Thus they also follow in the same footsteps and the damned parents have the NERVE to COMPLAIN. So basically just about every teenager especially from educated parents(:P) smokes up, drinks or both. In the event that you come across an intoxicated Maldivian you are expected to make polite conversation and pretend that you do not notice (some of many):
(a) the highly obvious and somewhat nauseating stench
(d) that he/she/it/they has a bottle coke in his hand but the liquid is orange in colour
(c) that you and your friend are speaking different languages
(d) that your friend apparently has three cigarrettes with him and they are all of different shapes, sizes and colours
(e) that your friend is on top of someone that is definitely not his/her spouse
ETC, ETC
Number Three
This is my last since I've realised I might just go on till forever. Nobody tells the truth about anything. We speak for effect and it's like speech is simply what we would like you to believe. What really goes on is damn obvious so the only way we can save our pride is simply, to pretend that everything is just hunky dory. So, if you're in Maldives, I advise you that honesty is really not the best policy in fact I should steer clear of it if I were you - you gonna get totally screwed.
Save being a good person for elsewhere. Think of it like this - you are in rural, uncivilized, barbaric lands. Its not about morality, it's about survival.
*Sigh. I love my homeland.*
I'm only happy when it rains...~~~
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Life can really really suck sometimes. For absolutely no apparent reason. Me and friends recently formed a group 'Got Screwed'... and we are the sorriest bunch of females I have ever met. Bright, young and full of potential but very totally, incredibly hopeless. Sad facts of life.
I bet no one can really tell how alone each of us are, in some way or another, we are desperate for salvation, and yet we are the furthest of where we can be from it. Amazing I find.
Anyway midst our highly pointless male bashing sessions, it just occured to me. I'm only happy when everything in life sucks. Bad things I expect and I can deal with, it's happiness that really scares me. I'm afraid I'll get addicted to happiness. What if I really crave happiness... My motivation, who knows what lengths that could drive me to?
Whatever.
Another thought... sadness. What can it do to us... We all feel sad I feel, but no one really feels any sympathy. Sympathy is a lie humans came up with to hide their selfish natures, it is the creation of politics within society. Sympathy my friends, is just a mind game.
What I'm saying here is that no one really cares how you feel. They simply want something somehow out of you. They say they like you're hair, maybe they just want to touch it...maybe its more complex and they just want to touch and feel you. They want you to like them and think that someone other than your mother actually cares. The compliment and how happy it makes you - is really none of their concern. They don't give two fucks.
You tell them you're scared how you'll feel when you see him, speak to him.. they say "yeah, thats so sad, we feel bad, dont go mad" - all they are really thinking is something along the lines of "shut up you stupid bitch, and stop whining!"
So why do we talk to each other? I think all the information we exchange with one another is because we have some manipulative purpose hidden away within it, sitting right in the back of our minds. Scary but true. Sincerity, honesty and honor are stupid concepts humans invented and attempted to apply, as part of tryin to prove to themselves that they were of superior intelligence to other beings. Which of course, is far from the truth.
Don't make mistakes by being loving. Act like a total ass... because there is no such thing a loving. There's just that one chord - wanting something.
Seriously, don't be and eye/ear sore. Shut up and smile.
I bet no one can really tell how alone each of us are, in some way or another, we are desperate for salvation, and yet we are the furthest of where we can be from it. Amazing I find.
Anyway midst our highly pointless male bashing sessions, it just occured to me. I'm only happy when everything in life sucks. Bad things I expect and I can deal with, it's happiness that really scares me. I'm afraid I'll get addicted to happiness. What if I really crave happiness... My motivation, who knows what lengths that could drive me to?
Whatever.
Another thought... sadness. What can it do to us... We all feel sad I feel, but no one really feels any sympathy. Sympathy is a lie humans came up with to hide their selfish natures, it is the creation of politics within society. Sympathy my friends, is just a mind game.
What I'm saying here is that no one really cares how you feel. They simply want something somehow out of you. They say they like you're hair, maybe they just want to touch it...maybe its more complex and they just want to touch and feel you. They want you to like them and think that someone other than your mother actually cares. The compliment and how happy it makes you - is really none of their concern. They don't give two fucks.
You tell them you're scared how you'll feel when you see him, speak to him.. they say "yeah, thats so sad, we feel bad, dont go mad" - all they are really thinking is something along the lines of "shut up you stupid bitch, and stop whining!"
So why do we talk to each other? I think all the information we exchange with one another is because we have some manipulative purpose hidden away within it, sitting right in the back of our minds. Scary but true. Sincerity, honesty and honor are stupid concepts humans invented and attempted to apply, as part of tryin to prove to themselves that they were of superior intelligence to other beings. Which of course, is far from the truth.
Don't make mistakes by being loving. Act like a total ass... because there is no such thing a loving. There's just that one chord - wanting something.
Seriously, don't be and eye/ear sore. Shut up and smile.
Home not so sweet home
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I have come to the conclusion that Maldivians are the most complicated creatures on the planet. Male' it seems, is a biological experiment gone wrong, like God just decided to put too many people in a tiny remote place and see what happens. Seriously... the incest, the lack of extracurricular activity (and space), the pure idiocy of it all...
Proves - that fucking cousins does not lead to retarded children. They are just as likely (if not more) with non relations. Also proves - that women are just as sexually active and motivated as men.
Furthermore - Humans just dont really give a fuck about other humans
AND YET...
The majority of the population are in deep denial of these realities (just to name a few)
It irks me, all these complications that people create for themselves. You know theres the depressant, who constantly says bad things are gonna happen to him/her (usually a her) and they are unloved, that they will never be loved. They repeat this so often it becomes engraved in their minds and that of everyone else. Then they complain when it comes true. 'See I said I'd get screwed'...jeez, you keep reminding your subconcious you suck every two seconds man... of course you're depressed and it aint a turn on either. No wonder your life is messed up, nobody wants to be around you!
And then you have the gossip (who is just every where all the time and you can't really escape)... who will not shut up about every one on the face of Earth (hello, we do not care, nor do we want to know) and what they have been up to (honestly, let me enjoy my lunch!)... and claims to know everybody personally (but not one of these so called celebs seem to recognise this particular mother fucker) and.. the best part - this gossip person, is of course Mother Theresa/Mahatma Ghandi... or whomever actually.
Ze drama queen, who has so many problems and simply has to upstage everyone elses stories even if the only reason they are sharing their troubles is to try and make this person feel better. By far the hardest to understand. Will dig up old problems when running low on creativity. May induce murder. Should be date 'gangster' - he'd inspire her enough and more.
And then the great partyer who is the expert on alcohol and drugs (just all his contacts are always busy man and he's kinda tied up with something but will make it up to you with something a whole lot better)... and who just knows everyone who parties (never mind if they act like he is the plague)
The gangster who is so darn involved and who can justify everything in his gang and who thinks with his gang and lives for the gang. Nevermind the fact that his parents slaved for years trying to keep him alive and well. What happened to your freaking identity?? You were born with a name and it did not have two alphabets infront of it. AB James, CD Johnny and EF Jane.. Oooh so coool.. *barfs*
The Hero... who is everyones saviour, who is on amazing terms with all the gangs and has helped out everyone basically, every one is alive because of him and you should feel safe forever because he will always be by your side and he really isn't trying to get into your pants he's just a darn nice guy with principles and what not. Nevermind that he's barely a foot tall and runs away when 'gangster' with all his alphabetic partners comes along. You can really rely on this dude, ask anyone man. Usually pretends to have connections with the police (I aint never gonna get busted kinda bullshit should be anticipated)
My personal favourite? The stoner who sits and stones and just escapes from the madness that we call home. Guess what? THC aint addictive so... we can just smoke up every night buddy.. yeah... Jamaica is on the other side of the world but we are just right there, I mean it has a fucking high crime rate, and it is a stinky place... but that's where we wanna be because Bob Marley's like.. my dad. :P This one is cooler than 'ganster' and 'hero', coz he fuels the fight and just can't be arsed to show. (Deal gadi kataafaane)... Buro I'm listening to reggae.. Jah!
The cool one who makes fun of everyone else and comes up with stupid theories and blogs about it all the time because it truth this person has nothing better to do with his or her life and is trying to justify his or her sad existence to the world. Or the country. Or actually... this little coffee table is good enough. LOL
*giggle*
Not that I'm any better than these lovelies.. but just place them all at the same coffee or whatever.. and amusement is bound to happen man.. seriously...
And in such a teensy weensy place.. it is not very hard to do!
Ah well, *deep breath* I shall fuck off to dreamland now. Toodles :)
Proves - that fucking cousins does not lead to retarded children. They are just as likely (if not more) with non relations. Also proves - that women are just as sexually active and motivated as men.
Furthermore - Humans just dont really give a fuck about other humans
AND YET...
The majority of the population are in deep denial of these realities (just to name a few)
It irks me, all these complications that people create for themselves. You know theres the depressant, who constantly says bad things are gonna happen to him/her (usually a her) and they are unloved, that they will never be loved. They repeat this so often it becomes engraved in their minds and that of everyone else. Then they complain when it comes true. 'See I said I'd get screwed'...jeez, you keep reminding your subconcious you suck every two seconds man... of course you're depressed and it aint a turn on either. No wonder your life is messed up, nobody wants to be around you!
And then you have the gossip (who is just every where all the time and you can't really escape)... who will not shut up about every one on the face of Earth (hello, we do not care, nor do we want to know) and what they have been up to (honestly, let me enjoy my lunch!)... and claims to know everybody personally (but not one of these so called celebs seem to recognise this particular mother fucker) and.. the best part - this gossip person, is of course Mother Theresa/Mahatma Ghandi... or whomever actually.
Ze drama queen, who has so many problems and simply has to upstage everyone elses stories even if the only reason they are sharing their troubles is to try and make this person feel better. By far the hardest to understand. Will dig up old problems when running low on creativity. May induce murder. Should be date 'gangster' - he'd inspire her enough and more.
And then the great partyer who is the expert on alcohol and drugs (just all his contacts are always busy man and he's kinda tied up with something but will make it up to you with something a whole lot better)... and who just knows everyone who parties (never mind if they act like he is the plague)
The gangster who is so darn involved and who can justify everything in his gang and who thinks with his gang and lives for the gang. Nevermind the fact that his parents slaved for years trying to keep him alive and well. What happened to your freaking identity?? You were born with a name and it did not have two alphabets infront of it. AB James, CD Johnny and EF Jane.. Oooh so coool.. *barfs*
The Hero... who is everyones saviour, who is on amazing terms with all the gangs and has helped out everyone basically, every one is alive because of him and you should feel safe forever because he will always be by your side and he really isn't trying to get into your pants he's just a darn nice guy with principles and what not. Nevermind that he's barely a foot tall and runs away when 'gangster' with all his alphabetic partners comes along. You can really rely on this dude, ask anyone man. Usually pretends to have connections with the police (I aint never gonna get busted kinda bullshit should be anticipated)
My personal favourite? The stoner who sits and stones and just escapes from the madness that we call home. Guess what? THC aint addictive so... we can just smoke up every night buddy.. yeah... Jamaica is on the other side of the world but we are just right there, I mean it has a fucking high crime rate, and it is a stinky place... but that's where we wanna be because Bob Marley's like.. my dad. :P This one is cooler than 'ganster' and 'hero', coz he fuels the fight and just can't be arsed to show. (Deal gadi kataafaane)... Buro I'm listening to reggae.. Jah!
The cool one who makes fun of everyone else and comes up with stupid theories and blogs about it all the time because it truth this person has nothing better to do with his or her life and is trying to justify his or her sad existence to the world. Or the country. Or actually... this little coffee table is good enough. LOL
*giggle*
Not that I'm any better than these lovelies.. but just place them all at the same coffee or whatever.. and amusement is bound to happen man.. seriously...
And in such a teensy weensy place.. it is not very hard to do!
Ah well, *deep breath* I shall fuck off to dreamland now. Toodles :)
Re: Last Post
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My previous post (now removed), was not written to judge those who were genuinely mourning a loss but rather to those who are not involved who are faking connections to seem cool and I don't know what else.
I apologise for attacking a sensitive issue.
To my readers specifically : Freedom of speech maybe, but then there's the matter of respect.
Mi post mee meeheh dheke birakun, mee heh russan, noonee meeheh kairin ehen evves etcheh expect koggen Rae liyun etcheh noon, but because I felt I was in the wrong.
SO... yeah... sorry again to all those grieving, and I'm very sorry for your loss.
I hope you see justice served.
I apologise for attacking a sensitive issue.
To my readers specifically : Freedom of speech maybe, but then there's the matter of respect.
Mi post mee meeheh dheke birakun, mee heh russan, noonee meeheh kairin ehen evves etcheh expect koggen Rae liyun etcheh noon, but because I felt I was in the wrong.
SO... yeah... sorry again to all those grieving, and I'm very sorry for your loss.
I hope you see justice served.
Asleep Awake
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People don't comment on writing unless it's about sex, politics or drugs. :P
Just my observation for today.
Had a procedure involving anaesthesia today... still a bit dizzy! LOL
LEGALLY HIGH! Whoppeeee!
:P
Craziness...
I planned to write a fantastic, thought provoking, great blog but I realised that I am just totally blank. Bll...
So I shall space out once more.
Ciao, have a good day everyone.
Just my observation for today.
Had a procedure involving anaesthesia today... still a bit dizzy! LOL
LEGALLY HIGH! Whoppeeee!
:P
Craziness...
I planned to write a fantastic, thought provoking, great blog but I realised that I am just totally blank. Bll...
So I shall space out once more.
Ciao, have a good day everyone.
Suns and Revelations
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Movie: Pt One – Before Sunset, Pt Two – Before Sunrise
First off, these are two movies I’d recommend to anyone who believes in romance and cynicism. I know that the above statement is a contradiction in itself, but it still does express what I mean for me so let me try and phrase that differently for you. Crazy thoughts run through me lately. What I mean to say is it’s a movie for some one who believes in dreams, thinks love has a lot to do with who we are, a passion that is felt and lives on as long as we pursue the memory. It’s a movie, like all love movies are – about beauty and destiny and all that shit. But it’s a movie that centrals around intelligent conversation, and two people who really enjoy each other – not about lots of heated wild sex… not about some promises that really mean nothing at all, not a lot of I will always love you – more like I don’t really know what the fuck I feel. A lot of people would watch this movie and think, nothing fucking ever happens, they talk too much and most commonly – it’s too real. If you can appreciate reality over fantasy and you still think that life can be beautiful… you should watch this. It’s got a great script, part one is in Vienna, part two is in Paris, there’s no glamour just a simplicity and very earthy prettiness about it… I don’t know, it reflects a lot of what love and romance means to me I guess. The whole movie you’ll be feeling like you’re spying on a very intimate encounter…. Atleast I did… Hehehe, that sounds perverted though… By the way one is filmed in 1993 and the other in 2004 and it takes place in real time, featuring the same actors and oh yeah, there are only two roles and a bunch of extras in the movies – interesting right? Hollywood love stories are always about two many people, I always think of relationships as far more private.
Back to the movie, and not reviewing the damned flick any more, Pt Two has this outburst where the woman speaks about relationships. She talks about how attached she is to little things with everything, including relationships. How she hates that everyone can just break up and forget about each other but she can’t. Not that she is overly emotional she’s not even a romantic really, but she simply sees and appreciates how every one has their own beautiful specific details, likes/dislikes/habits and when they are gone – she misses them. She doesn’t fuck around because she’ll end up missing the person for the stupidest things… and she’d just rather not hurt like that. This is going to be pathetic but I feel like that, I don’t fully recover after any of my break ups, I mean I don’t forget things about that person and or what happened, sometimes it leads to feeling discarded… heheh, even if I was the one who ended the relationship which admittedly is often the case. How do you replace someone anyway? When it’s lost its gone forever.
Then the guy said something like when you’re young you believe that there will be many people you connect with and later in life you find out that there are only a few. That made me really start to second-guess every decision I’ve made to this date. That’s crazy right? Drove me half crazy really. I just don’t want to wake up thirty with a hundred thousand regrets in my head. Wondering, wishing, or even living mechanically fulfilling responsibilities and meeting obligation after obligation. What is the point of that really?
We are all a tiny speck in what makes the universe. Insignificant even. Don’t you wake up every day and wonder – wonder about what drives us? Why we strive so hard to make a difference and to complete certain tasks when failure to do so will not really change anything? We could convert all our energy into making ourselves feel happy and fulfilled, and we are convinced that following rules and acting as society expects us to will lead us to finding that treasure. You know what I think though? I think that in our hearts we all know it’s a pointless battle. We could be much happier in a remote island singing songs and fishing for food. I think we all know that the stock market and celebrity entertainment and Harvard doctorates mean absolutely nothing. I have yet to figure out why we create this environment of tension and this world of mundane repetition though… what purpose does it really serve? Why can’t we all rebel against conformity and do as we please?
I have been time and time again told that happiness is studying something utterly pointless and getting a piece of paper to attest to my wasted time, following it up with a routine, boring and idiotic job which I will follow for the next thirty something years – my greatest contribution being able to lie continuously (FYI: being a law student) without fail and earn something like a million dollars throughout my career of which I shall never enjoy most of that money, living in a somewhat appealing apartment, marrying a man who I somewhat like but in the midst of our busy boring lives will eventually become a stranger, having a child or two because I need to have some meaning to why I exist and bringing them up to live the same pathetic life that I do… Forgive me if I refuse to believe that. I have hardly met any one who has lived a fulfilling life, but I don’t think it’s impossible.
Motivation for life seems to come (in the context of today’s world) form of cash and only cash. Looking back to the sixties and the seventies, people seemed to have a mission, they had a cause – they fought for freedom and they fought for life! The same buggers are now old and graying and the children of freedom live in a world far more corrupt that these hippies could have imagined. Freedom, yeah y’all can vote and apparently there is no real war anymore (just terrorism yeah?) and most of us have some access to technology and what not… is that what freedom is? Democracy they say was the solution. And we live boring, unhappy, stressed lives, living up to expectations we don’t even believe in, supporting causes that we hate. I go to work in my home town, dressed as everyone expects me to dress, speaking as I am supposed to speak, addressing the issues I am hired to address and nothing further. I talk to people I need to only, and I engage in activities that will benefit my career and social standing. You fool yourself if you claim not to live this life. I am one of these freedom children but I see nothing in my life that reflects what I feel freedom to really mean. My life is about considering everyone else, and whether or not that involves a positive sentiment, it still contradicts the word freedom itself.
I’ve gone totally off topic again. Hehehe… well if you choose to watch the movie, I hope you enjoy it!
Au revoir
First off, these are two movies I’d recommend to anyone who believes in romance and cynicism. I know that the above statement is a contradiction in itself, but it still does express what I mean for me so let me try and phrase that differently for you. Crazy thoughts run through me lately. What I mean to say is it’s a movie for some one who believes in dreams, thinks love has a lot to do with who we are, a passion that is felt and lives on as long as we pursue the memory. It’s a movie, like all love movies are – about beauty and destiny and all that shit. But it’s a movie that centrals around intelligent conversation, and two people who really enjoy each other – not about lots of heated wild sex… not about some promises that really mean nothing at all, not a lot of I will always love you – more like I don’t really know what the fuck I feel. A lot of people would watch this movie and think, nothing fucking ever happens, they talk too much and most commonly – it’s too real. If you can appreciate reality over fantasy and you still think that life can be beautiful… you should watch this. It’s got a great script, part one is in Vienna, part two is in Paris, there’s no glamour just a simplicity and very earthy prettiness about it… I don’t know, it reflects a lot of what love and romance means to me I guess. The whole movie you’ll be feeling like you’re spying on a very intimate encounter…. Atleast I did… Hehehe, that sounds perverted though… By the way one is filmed in 1993 and the other in 2004 and it takes place in real time, featuring the same actors and oh yeah, there are only two roles and a bunch of extras in the movies – interesting right? Hollywood love stories are always about two many people, I always think of relationships as far more private.
Back to the movie, and not reviewing the damned flick any more, Pt Two has this outburst where the woman speaks about relationships. She talks about how attached she is to little things with everything, including relationships. How she hates that everyone can just break up and forget about each other but she can’t. Not that she is overly emotional she’s not even a romantic really, but she simply sees and appreciates how every one has their own beautiful specific details, likes/dislikes/habits and when they are gone – she misses them. She doesn’t fuck around because she’ll end up missing the person for the stupidest things… and she’d just rather not hurt like that. This is going to be pathetic but I feel like that, I don’t fully recover after any of my break ups, I mean I don’t forget things about that person and or what happened, sometimes it leads to feeling discarded… heheh, even if I was the one who ended the relationship which admittedly is often the case. How do you replace someone anyway? When it’s lost its gone forever.
Then the guy said something like when you’re young you believe that there will be many people you connect with and later in life you find out that there are only a few. That made me really start to second-guess every decision I’ve made to this date. That’s crazy right? Drove me half crazy really. I just don’t want to wake up thirty with a hundred thousand regrets in my head. Wondering, wishing, or even living mechanically fulfilling responsibilities and meeting obligation after obligation. What is the point of that really?
We are all a tiny speck in what makes the universe. Insignificant even. Don’t you wake up every day and wonder – wonder about what drives us? Why we strive so hard to make a difference and to complete certain tasks when failure to do so will not really change anything? We could convert all our energy into making ourselves feel happy and fulfilled, and we are convinced that following rules and acting as society expects us to will lead us to finding that treasure. You know what I think though? I think that in our hearts we all know it’s a pointless battle. We could be much happier in a remote island singing songs and fishing for food. I think we all know that the stock market and celebrity entertainment and Harvard doctorates mean absolutely nothing. I have yet to figure out why we create this environment of tension and this world of mundane repetition though… what purpose does it really serve? Why can’t we all rebel against conformity and do as we please?
I have been time and time again told that happiness is studying something utterly pointless and getting a piece of paper to attest to my wasted time, following it up with a routine, boring and idiotic job which I will follow for the next thirty something years – my greatest contribution being able to lie continuously (FYI: being a law student) without fail and earn something like a million dollars throughout my career of which I shall never enjoy most of that money, living in a somewhat appealing apartment, marrying a man who I somewhat like but in the midst of our busy boring lives will eventually become a stranger, having a child or two because I need to have some meaning to why I exist and bringing them up to live the same pathetic life that I do… Forgive me if I refuse to believe that. I have hardly met any one who has lived a fulfilling life, but I don’t think it’s impossible.
Motivation for life seems to come (in the context of today’s world) form of cash and only cash. Looking back to the sixties and the seventies, people seemed to have a mission, they had a cause – they fought for freedom and they fought for life! The same buggers are now old and graying and the children of freedom live in a world far more corrupt that these hippies could have imagined. Freedom, yeah y’all can vote and apparently there is no real war anymore (just terrorism yeah?) and most of us have some access to technology and what not… is that what freedom is? Democracy they say was the solution. And we live boring, unhappy, stressed lives, living up to expectations we don’t even believe in, supporting causes that we hate. I go to work in my home town, dressed as everyone expects me to dress, speaking as I am supposed to speak, addressing the issues I am hired to address and nothing further. I talk to people I need to only, and I engage in activities that will benefit my career and social standing. You fool yourself if you claim not to live this life. I am one of these freedom children but I see nothing in my life that reflects what I feel freedom to really mean. My life is about considering everyone else, and whether or not that involves a positive sentiment, it still contradicts the word freedom itself.
I’ve gone totally off topic again. Hehehe… well if you choose to watch the movie, I hope you enjoy it!
Au revoir
E.c.S.t.A.c.Y
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The following article does not reflect on any terms the actions of myself or anyone I know: be it actions that have been done or will be done or are being done - it is an article based on extensive research and observation on the topic and that only:
This is the state we all aim to reach in life.
No, really.
Aren't we all striving to achieve some sort of happiness?
That makes a state of ecstacy the main goal, correct?
And there is a tiny little pill that can take you right there, like that!
So you'll end up loving the whole world... and everything will be A-Okay. :P
What stops you from popping that pill?
What really?
No health risks have really been proven, long term effects haven't been studied well enough. Of course using a chemical product for long periods of time will fuck you up some way or the other. Just like um... a lot of drugs would...
And no one lives a drug free life these days - medicines are legal no? Alcohol too... (unless you are a very unfortunate Maldivian :P)
So why not?
I mean seriously... who can present a case good enough for why not?
This year my law projects were legalization of marijuana, drugs trafficking, my psychology was frikking drug usage and teenagers, and the evolution of substance abuse....
I have been researching abuse for over an year, making all sorts of thesis's and my arugment was nearly always against... and I honestly can't find a good enough argument against many 'soft' drugs (refer to the netherlands drug policy) like marijuana or ecstacy.
I think it just involves a certain amount of responsibility... just like alcohol does.
Religion?
Oh fuck that is by far the lamest excuse people dish out. You hate on a race, you blame it on religion, you hate on a person, you justify it by religion, you want to be seen as a better person, you use religion. I don't judge anyone for their beliefs, but it's a pathetic justification to make.
I don't do drugs, my religion tells me why. The fuck man? Maybe your religion is a guide but there is no human who follows rules because they are rules. Everyone acts as is beneficiary to them. It's true. See how devout Imaams preach and still go about screwing everything that has a hole and walks on two legs? All the fucking priests who go about Jesus this and Jesus that and end up luring little boys to bed?? We as a nation elect leaders, and they fuck us in the ass - lol so how capable are we of handling our own individual fates. I say leave it up to the pill, you've lost the battle dude.
I wonder as to whether Angelina Jolie stepping into Africa and smiling is better than giving all those sad people a single pill (and lots of water :P)... I'm sure it costs pretty much the same. :P
'Alexander Shulgin stated that the single best use of MDMA was to facilitate more direct communication between people involved in significant emotional relationships'
How many marriages can that save? And how many broken families would that prevent? How many children would that save? From the pain of divorce and all that goes with it? How many unhappy and fucked up human beings would that help, because failure of human relationships (platonic or romantic) can very easily make or break us.
Maybe Pronoia is the explanation to all this phenomena.
Seriously.
I conclude :
E would make the world a better place.
The governments failed. Religion pretty much failed a lot of people right? (That must be why their actions contradict their so called 'beliefs' dho?) So.. um.. that brings me to... Why not?
Pop it baby... lets trip ;) !
This is the state we all aim to reach in life.
No, really.
Aren't we all striving to achieve some sort of happiness?
That makes a state of ecstacy the main goal, correct?
And there is a tiny little pill that can take you right there, like that!
So you'll end up loving the whole world... and everything will be A-Okay. :P
What stops you from popping that pill?
What really?
No health risks have really been proven, long term effects haven't been studied well enough. Of course using a chemical product for long periods of time will fuck you up some way or the other. Just like um... a lot of drugs would...
And no one lives a drug free life these days - medicines are legal no? Alcohol too... (unless you are a very unfortunate Maldivian :P)
So why not?
I mean seriously... who can present a case good enough for why not?
This year my law projects were legalization of marijuana, drugs trafficking, my psychology was frikking drug usage and teenagers, and the evolution of substance abuse....
I have been researching abuse for over an year, making all sorts of thesis's and my arugment was nearly always against... and I honestly can't find a good enough argument against many 'soft' drugs (refer to the netherlands drug policy) like marijuana or ecstacy.
I think it just involves a certain amount of responsibility... just like alcohol does.
Religion?
Oh fuck that is by far the lamest excuse people dish out. You hate on a race, you blame it on religion, you hate on a person, you justify it by religion, you want to be seen as a better person, you use religion. I don't judge anyone for their beliefs, but it's a pathetic justification to make.
I don't do drugs, my religion tells me why. The fuck man? Maybe your religion is a guide but there is no human who follows rules because they are rules. Everyone acts as is beneficiary to them. It's true. See how devout Imaams preach and still go about screwing everything that has a hole and walks on two legs? All the fucking priests who go about Jesus this and Jesus that and end up luring little boys to bed?? We as a nation elect leaders, and they fuck us in the ass - lol so how capable are we of handling our own individual fates. I say leave it up to the pill, you've lost the battle dude.
I wonder as to whether Angelina Jolie stepping into Africa and smiling is better than giving all those sad people a single pill (and lots of water :P)... I'm sure it costs pretty much the same. :P
'Alexander Shulgin stated that the single best use of MDMA was to facilitate more direct communication between people involved in significant emotional relationships'
How many marriages can that save? And how many broken families would that prevent? How many children would that save? From the pain of divorce and all that goes with it? How many unhappy and fucked up human beings would that help, because failure of human relationships (platonic or romantic) can very easily make or break us.
Maybe Pronoia is the explanation to all this phenomena.
Seriously.
I conclude :
E would make the world a better place.
The governments failed. Religion pretty much failed a lot of people right? (That must be why their actions contradict their so called 'beliefs' dho?) So.. um.. that brings me to... Why not?
Pop it baby... lets trip ;) !
My boidday means something "oah!"
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| Your Birthdate: January 13 |
 You're dominant and powerful. You always need to be in charge. While others respect your competence, you can be a bit of a dictator. Hard working and serious, you never let yourself down. You are exact and accurate - and you expect others to be the same way. Your strength: You always get the job done Your weakness: You're a perfectionist to a fault Your power color: Gray Your power symbol: Checkmark Your power month: April |
Spacey...
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I've felt a religious spurt in the past couple of days.
And it's a little wierd...
I've begun to think in terms of something good that happens, like a friend being exceptionally thoughtful, as God's little way of showing me a little happiness... rather than anything to do with the person per say... I mean, like I should be grateful to God for planning things this way...
If I may say so...
Hehehe...
I know it's a bit strange but it's sort of empowering.
Feels less attached to people, of course I feel the need to show my appreciation to everyone who's being wonderful, for being wonderful...but it feels like I don't know... I don't really expect much from anyone if I keep thinking this way. Thanks it happened, wouldn't notice if it didn't and don't expect this to continue... but thanks so much... sort of philosophy...
Okay I feel wierd writing about this...
You think one could be spiritual without being religious?
I don't know... Hm...
And it's a little wierd...
I've begun to think in terms of something good that happens, like a friend being exceptionally thoughtful, as God's little way of showing me a little happiness... rather than anything to do with the person per say... I mean, like I should be grateful to God for planning things this way...
If I may say so...
Hehehe...
I know it's a bit strange but it's sort of empowering.
Feels less attached to people, of course I feel the need to show my appreciation to everyone who's being wonderful, for being wonderful...but it feels like I don't know... I don't really expect much from anyone if I keep thinking this way. Thanks it happened, wouldn't notice if it didn't and don't expect this to continue... but thanks so much... sort of philosophy...
Okay I feel wierd writing about this...
You think one could be spiritual without being religious?
I don't know... Hm...
Secrets
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Life is a mystery...
Every one must stand alone...
When you call my name
It's like a little prayer....
I hear voice
It's an angel sighing...
Feels like flying
I close my eyes
Oh god I think I'm falling...
Heaven help me...
I look forward to life again.
Even if it means being alone, even if it means getting hurt again. Even if it means seeing his face and hearing voice. I look forward to the rest of my life. Although I may not have the people I imagined around me... Although my rocks today may dissipate tomorrow...
Walking home today, I saw the most beautiful baby... Sun shining down on her perfect face... and it hit me. I have so much more of life to experience. I might feel exhausted by everything I face, and overwhelmed the world I have to accept as my own. There's a reason we are all here though, I mean... Duh right... but it really just hit me as in "hit me" today...
Blonde yes? Dumb yes? But true anyway. So I'm a slow child... it doesn't really matter right? I know people who live entire lives simply skipping by simple realities.
Back to my gibberish... Seeing that child just pushed a button I no longer think even existed inside me... Little delicate muse! In a very different way. It reminded me that no matter what darkness I might have surrounded myself with, light can never be so far away. If I waited it out, if I kept reaching, I could it have it in my arms too...
So I say... I look forward to living my life, as me. Despite the troubles I can already envision, I chose to see the perhaps-blurrier-but-definitely-there rays of absolute happiness that I know I can feel again.
Every one must stand alone...
When you call my name
It's like a little prayer....
I hear voice
It's an angel sighing...
Feels like flying
I close my eyes
Oh god I think I'm falling...
Heaven help me...
I look forward to life again.
Even if it means being alone, even if it means getting hurt again. Even if it means seeing his face and hearing voice. I look forward to the rest of my life. Although I may not have the people I imagined around me... Although my rocks today may dissipate tomorrow...
Walking home today, I saw the most beautiful baby... Sun shining down on her perfect face... and it hit me. I have so much more of life to experience. I might feel exhausted by everything I face, and overwhelmed the world I have to accept as my own. There's a reason we are all here though, I mean... Duh right... but it really just hit me as in "hit me" today...
Blonde yes? Dumb yes? But true anyway. So I'm a slow child... it doesn't really matter right? I know people who live entire lives simply skipping by simple realities.
Back to my gibberish... Seeing that child just pushed a button I no longer think even existed inside me... Little delicate muse! In a very different way. It reminded me that no matter what darkness I might have surrounded myself with, light can never be so far away. If I waited it out, if I kept reaching, I could it have it in my arms too...
So I say... I look forward to living my life, as me. Despite the troubles I can already envision, I chose to see the perhaps-blurrier-but-definitely-there rays of absolute happiness that I know I can feel again.
Bitter Prayers
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I look around me, I'm still in a world I do not recognise.
The same scenes I see every day, I've seen the light a hundred times, the way it shines. Day after day I've been smelling the same perfumes, their distinct aroma. The position, the symmetry, it's all too familiar... but altogether foreign. It doesn't matter which route I take, because it's more than the atmosphere, it's everything inside you, that surrounds you, the vision you see is always what you imagine it to be....
And I have no vision anymore.
I am so lost.
In a place so deep, I don't understand how I came here. I don't know how I could have let this happen, and yet I do, in fact I see the pathway I've been walking along, what I've picked up and what I chose to let go, how that shaped my surrounding... because it changed me, at least the part of me I chose to project, the me I chose to share.
Self is a multi dimensional concept, we can literally be whatever it is we chose to be, we reflect our choices, therein lies our beliefs, our values and our priorities. But at the very core of who we are, we are simply human. We are living beings. Needs outweigh wants and if we can ever break into that core we shall discover that no matter what patterns we imagine surrounding us as time goes on... we are still the same entity we first existed as.
People like me, and so many end up in this God forsaken place... are the ones who have become too much of a chameleon that the world they have grafted surrounding them has no consistency either. I have so much rage, so much anger harvested in me and absolutelyno vessel to channel it to.
Am I mad at my family? For failing to be there? For failing to exist? Am I blaming my community for it's twisted status hierachies and judgements? Does it all boil down to a frustration of being trapped within a place where I feel no room to grow creatively? Where my actions are constantly questioned? Do I hate the questions or dread the answers?I am frustrated with society because all of it's institutions have failed in serving justice - in my eyes.
Furious that medicine doesn't have all the answers. That money can't really buy anything worthwhile and besides, it's the most unreliable factor to be taken into account any way. Wishing friends were less superficial. Beggining genuine people to be more than a fantasy, and honesty less than a game in itself.
But... I guess I've been mostly angry at God... for putting me through this... I've been idiotically defying every logical guidance religion and faith has provided because I feel it failed me years ago. And again I say, as if to challenge a divine power... can things get any worse? It's not really a battle though... it's a cry of real raw pain.
I wish some how I could be told the meaning of what I have been taught... why everything seems so hopeless... why things keep getting taken away... if it's a test... when does it stop? What makes you so sure I can keep holding out? I've cracked... and mended... but I feel like I might just cross that fine border beyond that ever so delicate point of no return terrifyingly soon.
How long must I keep suffering? How long constitutes as enough... What have I done to deserve this? How do I redeem myself... will I be able to redeem myself? Will I be happy again? Can I be happy again, please? Can things change, and for all the pain, do I get to smile? When and for how long would that be?
I'm scared, that before I find answers, I will break. You pour enough into a flask it will break should it not overflow... if it's already over flowing, it is likely to burst, and when it does the pieces shall go flying and who knows? You might get cut too... I could hurt people I love, but why should I care.. shouldn't it be tit for a tat?
Infinite questions and impossible answers, but we all keep asking either way, or don't we? There has to be a God... there has to be some savior in all of this, please give us strength... in the absence of patterns and familiarity... shine light enough to lead us back to where we began, in the very least.
The same scenes I see every day, I've seen the light a hundred times, the way it shines. Day after day I've been smelling the same perfumes, their distinct aroma. The position, the symmetry, it's all too familiar... but altogether foreign. It doesn't matter which route I take, because it's more than the atmosphere, it's everything inside you, that surrounds you, the vision you see is always what you imagine it to be....
And I have no vision anymore.
I am so lost.
In a place so deep, I don't understand how I came here. I don't know how I could have let this happen, and yet I do, in fact I see the pathway I've been walking along, what I've picked up and what I chose to let go, how that shaped my surrounding... because it changed me, at least the part of me I chose to project, the me I chose to share.
Self is a multi dimensional concept, we can literally be whatever it is we chose to be, we reflect our choices, therein lies our beliefs, our values and our priorities. But at the very core of who we are, we are simply human. We are living beings. Needs outweigh wants and if we can ever break into that core we shall discover that no matter what patterns we imagine surrounding us as time goes on... we are still the same entity we first existed as.
People like me, and so many end up in this God forsaken place... are the ones who have become too much of a chameleon that the world they have grafted surrounding them has no consistency either. I have so much rage, so much anger harvested in me and absolutelyno vessel to channel it to.
Am I mad at my family? For failing to be there? For failing to exist? Am I blaming my community for it's twisted status hierachies and judgements? Does it all boil down to a frustration of being trapped within a place where I feel no room to grow creatively? Where my actions are constantly questioned? Do I hate the questions or dread the answers?I am frustrated with society because all of it's institutions have failed in serving justice - in my eyes.
Furious that medicine doesn't have all the answers. That money can't really buy anything worthwhile and besides, it's the most unreliable factor to be taken into account any way. Wishing friends were less superficial. Beggining genuine people to be more than a fantasy, and honesty less than a game in itself.
But... I guess I've been mostly angry at God... for putting me through this... I've been idiotically defying every logical guidance religion and faith has provided because I feel it failed me years ago. And again I say, as if to challenge a divine power... can things get any worse? It's not really a battle though... it's a cry of real raw pain.
I wish some how I could be told the meaning of what I have been taught... why everything seems so hopeless... why things keep getting taken away... if it's a test... when does it stop? What makes you so sure I can keep holding out? I've cracked... and mended... but I feel like I might just cross that fine border beyond that ever so delicate point of no return terrifyingly soon.
How long must I keep suffering? How long constitutes as enough... What have I done to deserve this? How do I redeem myself... will I be able to redeem myself? Will I be happy again? Can I be happy again, please? Can things change, and for all the pain, do I get to smile? When and for how long would that be?
I'm scared, that before I find answers, I will break. You pour enough into a flask it will break should it not overflow... if it's already over flowing, it is likely to burst, and when it does the pieces shall go flying and who knows? You might get cut too... I could hurt people I love, but why should I care.. shouldn't it be tit for a tat?
Infinite questions and impossible answers, but we all keep asking either way, or don't we? There has to be a God... there has to be some savior in all of this, please give us strength... in the absence of patterns and familiarity... shine light enough to lead us back to where we began, in the very least.
Under my breath... Behind my grin... Within my eyes...
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Aslu bunan vahaka eh?
Ok thigolaa magey mathin hadhaan nethunas...
Ingey dho maa reethi maa rangalhu meehun ves vaane kan....
Nubunaanan mihaa loabi vaane meehaku nufennaaney and all that bullshit
Fenives dhaane, fenijjeyaa salhi ennu...
Ekam I tried to make you happy ingey.. more than you know kanneinge...
Ok dhen neyngunas, mihaaru kon kameh dho...
I was there as a friend, and more...
Ekamz when I needed smth, you couldn't dho...
It's okay, you don't have to, no one should be pushed to do what that person doesnt wanna do... dhooooo....
Fucku vee coz I realised that I thought something meant a lot
Ekam in the end it was like just nothing dho...
Its my fault for dreaming...
Its my problem coz I wanted...
I wish you didn't make me think that...
But I guess things just had to be that way dho... Fate and shit like that...
Dhen...urm...
I miss you but I have to keep this distance coz I have so much to deal with..
You have your problems ennu...
I have mine, and I have so many people to look after and so much duties to attend to, people who depend on me dho... I can't do it if I keep thinking about my pain eheve forgive me if I'm not being your friend anymore...
I can't until I'm totally back on track...
And your jokes recently dho... they are pretty much torture to see...
So I feel this is for the best aslu...
Thats all I guess...
*Whew*
Beyru kollee :D!
Ok thigolaa magey mathin hadhaan nethunas...
Ingey dho maa reethi maa rangalhu meehun ves vaane kan....
Nubunaanan mihaa loabi vaane meehaku nufennaaney and all that bullshit
Fenives dhaane, fenijjeyaa salhi ennu...
Ekam I tried to make you happy ingey.. more than you know kanneinge...
Ok dhen neyngunas, mihaaru kon kameh dho...
I was there as a friend, and more...
Ekamz when I needed smth, you couldn't dho...
It's okay, you don't have to, no one should be pushed to do what that person doesnt wanna do... dhooooo....
Fucku vee coz I realised that I thought something meant a lot
Ekam in the end it was like just nothing dho...
Its my fault for dreaming...
Its my problem coz I wanted...
I wish you didn't make me think that...
But I guess things just had to be that way dho... Fate and shit like that...
Dhen...urm...
I miss you but I have to keep this distance coz I have so much to deal with..
You have your problems ennu...
I have mine, and I have so many people to look after and so much duties to attend to, people who depend on me dho... I can't do it if I keep thinking about my pain eheve forgive me if I'm not being your friend anymore...
I can't until I'm totally back on track...
And your jokes recently dho... they are pretty much torture to see...
So I feel this is for the best aslu...
Thats all I guess...
*Whew*
Beyru kollee :D!
Refreshed... Aqvaaaa Fressssssssss....
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The last thing any one who has been to a rave has every said that they feel is refreshed... I bet anyway... despite being in a stinky pit with 30 000 other stinky poos and surrounded by elephants and blinding lights and highhhhhhhhh people attempting to shuffle in the mud :P .... I felt so refreshed waking up this morning, and it's not because of any 'state of mind' I was in at that moment... or that I had gotten lucky :P or anything...
Just felt like I released so much fucking tension that had been building inside of me... Mmm... Still ecstatic :P
"can't help it, girl can't help it...
you got me trippin', tumblin', trippin', oo stumblin'..."
:D!!!!
Such a good therapy to get over people and mistakes and shit like that :)
Just felt like I released so much fucking tension that had been building inside of me... Mmm... Still ecstatic :P
"can't help it, girl can't help it...
you got me trippin', tumblin', trippin', oo stumblin'..."
:D!!!!
Such a good therapy to get over people and mistakes and shit like that :)
No one. Nothing.
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Years and years of repressed anger just fills me. I cry. I scream. I laugh. I burn... I die, deep inside.
Lies, lies, untangle me from your lies.
Talk talk talk... shut the fuck up...
Their issues, their addictions, their lives.
I'm living, I'm breathing but I'm dead inside...
You never saw the dimming light...
The fading colour...
It's over...
So I became invisible.
Untouchable.
Unnoticed.
Because I was Unwanted.
Friends. Enemies. The same fucking thing. Lies, truth... it all fucking depends.
What you want to believe.
What you chose to see.
Games, Jokes, Pranks
Neverending cycle
So why am I not laughing...
You're fucking me up
Why should I keep laughing
You're entertainment, satisfaction, happiness
Fuck that shit.
Lies, lies, untangle me from your lies.
Talk talk talk... shut the fuck up...
Their issues, their addictions, their lives.
I'm living, I'm breathing but I'm dead inside...
You never saw the dimming light...
The fading colour...
It's over...
So I became invisible.
Untouchable.
Unnoticed.
Because I was Unwanted.
Friends. Enemies. The same fucking thing. Lies, truth... it all fucking depends.
What you want to believe.
What you chose to see.
Games, Jokes, Pranks
Neverending cycle
So why am I not laughing...
You're fucking me up
Why should I keep laughing
You're entertainment, satisfaction, happiness
Fuck that shit.
Some 'badi' saaave mee *angelic shmyle"
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I guess most people wouldn’t have guessed it but I have the damsel in distress syndrome. What the fuck is that you ask? Well, I might appear to be independent and strong and all that shit (at least they say so, I have no clue as to why, and tough talk has nothing to do with being tough!) but I am the kind of girl that when the going gets tough… I get going… to the nearest Prince Charming!
Lah dee dah… typical na? Oh well… I do seem to run into the arms of the nearest dearest savior around every single time that my heart gets broken.
Or I could take the more naïve… or more optimistic (depending on your personal level of cynicism I suppose) approach and think of it as God always keeps a guardian angel by my side when I’m alone… In a sense maybe it’s like that, maybe I just fall into a trap, when I could easily turn it into a positive thing…
Just as always… I have had my heart broken… and as always… (Surprise surprise), I stumbled across my hero for the moment… but I’m not running this time… I’m running far away…
Why? Time and again but the heart has a permanent crack, which just won’t go away.
Lah dee dah… typical na? Oh well… I do seem to run into the arms of the nearest dearest savior around every single time that my heart gets broken.
Or I could take the more naïve… or more optimistic (depending on your personal level of cynicism I suppose) approach and think of it as God always keeps a guardian angel by my side when I’m alone… In a sense maybe it’s like that, maybe I just fall into a trap, when I could easily turn it into a positive thing…
Just as always… I have had my heart broken… and as always… (Surprise surprise), I stumbled across my hero for the moment… but I’m not running this time… I’m running far away…
Why? Time and again but the heart has a permanent crack, which just won’t go away.
Interview with Thom
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I found this stupid FWD mail thing and since I have become so utterly SAD and lifeless - I had nothing better to do and worked my way through this CRAP! If you are similarly devastatingly bored, read on. Maybe do it yourself. LOL.
1. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?
Facebook for Dummies :P (izza joke!)
2. WHAT TIME IS IT?
09:29
3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE MAT?
Using a laptop
4. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE BOARD GAME?
Snakes and ladders :P
5. YOUR FAVOURITE MAGAZINE?
Cosmopolitan
6. BABIES?
I want I want I want!
7. FAVOURITE SOUND?
My baby girl laughing
8. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?
Feeling like you’re all alone
9. FIRST THING YOU THINK OF IN THE MORNING?
It’s morning...again...
10. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?
Depends on what I am doing, where I am, what the time is and so on…usually a lotttttt of rings (sorry guys)
11. FUTURE CHILDS NAME?
Layla… Elsa… depends, guys name neynge =P
12. FAVOURITE COLOUR?
Poirrple
13. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN YOUR LIFE?
My family (what’s left of it)
14. FAVOURITE FOOD?
Anything Italian… and Garudhiya aa bathaa!!!
15. IF YOU COULD PLAY AN INSTRUMENT, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
If I could play dho, so it’s assuming I cannot play at the moment…hmm… drums!
16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST?
Man made pleasures... OF COURSE! Thus the bruises on me...
17. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?
Yesh…*blush* and not just one... (such a hoe!!! :P)
18. STORMS - cool or scary?
W'eva…personally I prefer the sunshine
19. WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?
Toy little Pajeros… so not a car actually but hey, the future lies before me
20. WHO IS THE ONE PERSON FROM YOUR PAST YOU WISH YOU COULD GO BACk AND TALK WITH?
My first bf! But I don’t he would have liked me very much as I am today…
21. FAVOURITE DRINK?
:P um… kalhu sai!
22. WHAT'S IN THE BOOT OF YOUR CAR?
Don’t have a car as of yet
23. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS ON BROCOLLI?
Nah…I like the other bit, with CHEESE!
24. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Be a reporter for something like Al Jazeera… live from some place like Iraq
25. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
There are a few lazy bones
27. IS THE GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY?
Who cares? I can see my reflection… =P
28. FAVOURITE MOVIE?
Comes and goes…
29. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS?
There is no ‘right’ way to do anything
30. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?
Big scary monster. I’m not gonna look!
31. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE NUMBER?
13
32. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE SPORT TO WATCH??
I’d rather play than watch but football’s alright
33. SAY AT LEAST ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?
They are all lovely people...
34. IF YOU COULD BUILD A HOUSE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?
On a deserted island in Maldives, with huge restrictions for anyone else to come within 20 miles of the spot (which would be hard :P)
35. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING?
Nothing at all
36. BEACH, MOUNTAINS or CITY
Beach, beach, beach bitch beach!
37. TECHNOLOGY or ART?
To be honest tech is hard to live without, but art is expression … ART!
38. COMMEDY OR HORROR?
Comedy. =)
39. FAVOURITE PHYSICAL FEATURE OF THE OPPOSITE SEX?
I like them tall, dark and handsome
40. FAVOURITE TIME OF DAY?
The dark of the night
41. THE LAST CD YOU BOUGHT?
I donno about you but I save money and download. =P Piracy is not ma problem! The last thing I bought was GNR though
42. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE PLACE TO BE MASSAGED?
Back, neck...
43. WHAT'S MORE IMPORTANT TO YOU. STRONG IN MIND or STRONG IN BODY?
Mind
44. WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?
7
45. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE ITEM IN THE KITCHEN?
This might sound weird, but bread, olive oil and balsamic vinegar
46. WHAT MAKES YOU REALLY ANGRY?
Lies. Hypocrisy.
47. WHAT DO YOU PREFER, A SPORTS CAR or 4x4?
Sports
48. DO YOU BELIEVE IN THE AFTERLIFE?
I think I do
49. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SEASON?
Summer. No question
50. IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Invisibility
51. IF YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS IT?
Even if I had one, I wouldn’t want the whole world to know about it 0=>
52. CAN YOU JUGGLE?
Nope
53. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE DAY?
Friday
54. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SUSHI or HAMBURGER?
Sushi – less calories
55. FROM THE PEOPLE YOU E-MAIL THIS TO, WHO'S MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND
FIRST?
We’ll see
56.WHO DID YOU RECEIVE THIS FROM?
Quite a few ppl
57.WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE CARTOON?
Spongebob, Fairly Odd Parents, Aladdin, Carebears … =P
58. FAVOURITE MEAL?
Breakfast.. I can live on it all day
59. IF YOU COULD TAKE A VACATION ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD, WHERE WOULD IT BE?
Home
60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?
Had a cat. Not anymore. Have turtle. =>
1. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?
Facebook for Dummies :P (izza joke!)
2. WHAT TIME IS IT?
09:29
3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE MAT?
Using a laptop
4. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE BOARD GAME?
Snakes and ladders :P
5. YOUR FAVOURITE MAGAZINE?
Cosmopolitan
6. BABIES?
I want I want I want!
7. FAVOURITE SOUND?
My baby girl laughing
8. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?
Feeling like you’re all alone
9. FIRST THING YOU THINK OF IN THE MORNING?
It’s morning...again...
10. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?
Depends on what I am doing, where I am, what the time is and so on…usually a lotttttt of rings (sorry guys)
11. FUTURE CHILDS NAME?
Layla… Elsa… depends, guys name neynge =P
12. FAVOURITE COLOUR?
Poirrple
13. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN YOUR LIFE?
My family (what’s left of it)
14. FAVOURITE FOOD?
Anything Italian… and Garudhiya aa bathaa!!!
15. IF YOU COULD PLAY AN INSTRUMENT, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
If I could play dho, so it’s assuming I cannot play at the moment…hmm… drums!
16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST?
Man made pleasures... OF COURSE! Thus the bruises on me...
17. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?
Yesh…*blush* and not just one... (such a hoe!!! :P)
18. STORMS - cool or scary?
W'eva…personally I prefer the sunshine
19. WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?
Toy little Pajeros… so not a car actually but hey, the future lies before me
20. WHO IS THE ONE PERSON FROM YOUR PAST YOU WISH YOU COULD GO BACk AND TALK WITH?
My first bf! But I don’t he would have liked me very much as I am today…
21. FAVOURITE DRINK?
:P um… kalhu sai!
22. WHAT'S IN THE BOOT OF YOUR CAR?
Don’t have a car as of yet
23. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS ON BROCOLLI?
Nah…I like the other bit, with CHEESE!
24. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Be a reporter for something like Al Jazeera… live from some place like Iraq
25. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
There are a few lazy bones
27. IS THE GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY?
Who cares? I can see my reflection… =P
28. FAVOURITE MOVIE?
Comes and goes…
29. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS?
There is no ‘right’ way to do anything
30. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?
Big scary monster. I’m not gonna look!
31. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE NUMBER?
13
32. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE SPORT TO WATCH??
I’d rather play than watch but football’s alright
33. SAY AT LEAST ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?
They are all lovely people...
34. IF YOU COULD BUILD A HOUSE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?
On a deserted island in Maldives, with huge restrictions for anyone else to come within 20 miles of the spot (which would be hard :P)
35. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING?
Nothing at all
36. BEACH, MOUNTAINS or CITY
Beach, beach, beach bitch beach!
37. TECHNOLOGY or ART?
To be honest tech is hard to live without, but art is expression … ART!
38. COMMEDY OR HORROR?
Comedy. =)
39. FAVOURITE PHYSICAL FEATURE OF THE OPPOSITE SEX?
I like them tall, dark and handsome
40. FAVOURITE TIME OF DAY?
The dark of the night
41. THE LAST CD YOU BOUGHT?
I donno about you but I save money and download. =P Piracy is not ma problem! The last thing I bought was GNR though
42. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE PLACE TO BE MASSAGED?
Back, neck...
43. WHAT'S MORE IMPORTANT TO YOU. STRONG IN MIND or STRONG IN BODY?
Mind
44. WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?
7
45. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE ITEM IN THE KITCHEN?
This might sound weird, but bread, olive oil and balsamic vinegar
46. WHAT MAKES YOU REALLY ANGRY?
Lies. Hypocrisy.
47. WHAT DO YOU PREFER, A SPORTS CAR or 4x4?
Sports
48. DO YOU BELIEVE IN THE AFTERLIFE?
I think I do
49. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SEASON?
Summer. No question
50. IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Invisibility
51. IF YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS IT?
Even if I had one, I wouldn’t want the whole world to know about it 0=>
52. CAN YOU JUGGLE?
Nope
53. WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE DAY?
Friday
54. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SUSHI or HAMBURGER?
Sushi – less calories
55. FROM THE PEOPLE YOU E-MAIL THIS TO, WHO'S MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND
FIRST?
We’ll see
56.WHO DID YOU RECEIVE THIS FROM?
Quite a few ppl
57.WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE CARTOON?
Spongebob, Fairly Odd Parents, Aladdin, Carebears … =P
58. FAVOURITE MEAL?
Breakfast.. I can live on it all day
59. IF YOU COULD TAKE A VACATION ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD, WHERE WOULD IT BE?
Home
60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?
Had a cat. Not anymore. Have turtle. =>
Chocaholics - The RELIGION
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To have one’s diet defeated by chocolate is a delectable defeat.
God sends no stress that prayer and chocolate cannot handle!
When the going gets tough, the tough get chocolate.
There's nothing better than a good friend, except a good friend with chocolate.
I am a woman of many moods, and they all require chocolate.
Warning! I have PMS and I'm all out of chocolate!
Warning! Chocoholic in Residence.
If God had meant us to be thin, He would NOT have created chocolate.
I'm going on a starvation diet. No chocolate for 24 hours!
In heaven, chocolate has no calories and is served as the main course.
Sisters share laughter, tears and lots of chocolate.
Money may talk, but chocolate sings!
The best things in life are chocolate.
Some things in life are better rich. . . coffee, chocolate, men.
In the beginning there was the word, and the word was chocolate and it was good. Confec. 1.5 oz. 340 cal.
I eat anything as long as it is chocolate.
Q. How many calories are there in a piece of chocolate?
A. Who cares?
Anything tastes better dipped in chocolate.
I love you as much as chocolate itself!
So much chocolate. So little time!
Give me chocolate or give me death, for to live without chocolate is not living!
Anything is good and useful if it is made of chocolate.
If not for chocolate, there would be no need for control top pantyhose.
If there is no chocolate in heaven, I'm not going!
It's never too early or too late for chocolate.
When my time is up, let it be death by chocolate.
I only eat chocolate for you, so there will be more of me to love.
Promise me anything, but give me chocolate.
Do Not Disturb: Chocolate fantasy in progress.
Forget the fruitcake, give me chocolate.
There's no metaphysics on earth like chocolates.
When life gets you down and nothing is going right, you always have a friend ... in chocolate.
The future is uncertain. Eat your chocolate first.
The best over-the-counter prescription to perk you up is chocolate.
The way to a woman's heart is through a box of chocolates.
Will do anything for chocolate!
Hand over the chocolate and no one gets hurt.
Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get.
I never met a chocolate I didn't like.
Forget love! I'd rather fall in chocolate!
The key to my heart is chocolate.
Don't send me roses, unless they are chocolate!
If life is a box of chocolates, I want the cherry-filled!
There are two food groups: Chocolate and fruit. And if it is fruit, it should be dipped in chocolate.
I'm a Chocoholic's Anonymous drop out.
There is no Chocolate's Anonymous because no one wants to quit.
Chocolate is worth its weight in gold.
A chocolate bar is better than a gold bar.
Chocolate is an essential nutrient.
If it's chocolate, it's sending out messages for me to eat it.
I'd stop eating chocolate, but I'm no quitter.
There's never a wrong time for chocolate.
Chocolate is to die for. Only it's so sinfully good I'd never get to heaven!
Money can't buy love, but it can buy chocolate.
A day without you is like a day without chocolate.
Chocolate satisfies all my cravings.
Man cannot live on chocolate alone, but woman can.
One never outgrows the need for chocolate.
Chocolate solves everything!
Chocolate is the answer. Who cares what the question is!
If at first you don't succeed, have a chocolate!
Things are bad. Send chocolate!
S.O.S. Need chocolate!!
If you get melted chocolate all over your hands, you're eating it too slowly.
Chocolate-covered raisins, cherries, orange slices and strawberries all count as fruit, so eat as many as you like.
Eat a chocolate before each meal. It will take the edge off your appetite and you will eat less.
If you can't eat all your chocolate, it will keep in the freezer. But if you can't eat all your chocolate, it may be a sign of a deeper problem.
Store your chocolate on top of the refrigerator. Calories are afraid of heights and will jump out of the chocolate to protect themselves.
Chocolate is the food group they don't tell you about!
Who says chocolate isn't a food group!!
Equal parts of dark chocolate and white chocolate make a balanced diet.
The preservatives in chocolate will make you look younger.
If not for chocolate, there would be no need for control-top pantyhose and an entire garment industry would be out of business.
A nice box of chocolate provides your total daily intake of calories in one place. Isn't that handy?
Put "eat chocolate" at the top of your list of things to do today. That way at least you will get one thing done.
Question: Why is there no such organization as Chocoholics Anonymous? Answer: Because no one wants to quit.
Problem: How do you get two pounds of chocolate home from the store in a hot car? Solution: Eat it in the parking lot.
One of life's mysteries is how a two-pound box of candy can make a person gain five pounds.
Make mine chocolate!
You are some bunny special. (Put with a chocolate bunny)
Crafting is my passion. But chocolate comes in a very close second! (Substitute any hobby.)
Boost the economy. Skip dieting, buy larger clothes, Twinkies, Bon Bons, chocolate...
Inside some of us is a thin person struggling to get out, but she can usually be sedated with a few pieces of chocolate cake.
Those who say "Nothing tastes as good as thin feels" haven't tasted real chocolate!
Milk chocolate is a dairy product.
Another deep breath take, and do without that chocolate cake! NOT!
Food used for medicinal purposes, such as hot chocolate, brandy, toast and Sara Lee Cheesecake, do not have calories.
The four food groups: Brownies, Chocolate Cake, Fudge, Diet Coke
Save Earth. It's the only planet with chocolate.
Good friends share their chocolate chip cookies.
Friends are the chocolate chips of life.
In the cookies of life, friends are the chocolate chips.
A grandma is admired for her wisdom, patience, understanding and her chocolate chip cookies.
Dear Lord: So far today, I am doing all right. I have not gossiped, lost my temper, been greedy, grumpy, nasty, selfish, or self indulgent. I have not whined, bitched, cursed, or eaten any chocolate. I have not charged on my credit card. However, I am going to get out of bed in a few minutes, and I will need a lot more help after that. Amen
If the world was fair, a VCR would program itself, chocolate would not be fattening and men would give birth to babies.
Life is like a box of chocolates. . . full of nuts.
Men are like a box of chocolates. You never know when you’re going to get a nut.
The calories in white chocolate are negative and cancel out the positive calories in dark chocolate.
Those calorie-free sweets taste great dipped in chocolate!
And on the eighth day God created chocolate.
There's nothing wrong with me that a little chocolate won't cure.
Life would be so desolate without any chocolate!
The two major food groups:
A) The foods that you put cheese on.
B) The remaining foods that you put chocolate on.
Sisters and chocolate make life bearable.
Chocolate comes with its price. . . control-top pantyhose.
What came first, woman or the chocolate bar?
Chocolate. . . it isn't just for breakfast anymore.
God sends no stress that prayer and chocolate cannot handle!
When the going gets tough, the tough get chocolate.
There's nothing better than a good friend, except a good friend with chocolate.
I am a woman of many moods, and they all require chocolate.
Warning! I have PMS and I'm all out of chocolate!
Warning! Chocoholic in Residence.
If God had meant us to be thin, He would NOT have created chocolate.
I'm going on a starvation diet. No chocolate for 24 hours!
In heaven, chocolate has no calories and is served as the main course.
Sisters share laughter, tears and lots of chocolate.
Money may talk, but chocolate sings!
The best things in life are chocolate.
Some things in life are better rich. . . coffee, chocolate, men.
In the beginning there was the word, and the word was chocolate and it was good. Confec. 1.5 oz. 340 cal.
I eat anything as long as it is chocolate.
Q. How many calories are there in a piece of chocolate?
A. Who cares?
Anything tastes better dipped in chocolate.
I love you as much as chocolate itself!
So much chocolate. So little time!
Give me chocolate or give me death, for to live without chocolate is not living!
Anything is good and useful if it is made of chocolate.
If not for chocolate, there would be no need for control top pantyhose.
If there is no chocolate in heaven, I'm not going!
It's never too early or too late for chocolate.
When my time is up, let it be death by chocolate.
I only eat chocolate for you, so there will be more of me to love.
Promise me anything, but give me chocolate.
Do Not Disturb: Chocolate fantasy in progress.
Forget the fruitcake, give me chocolate.
There's no metaphysics on earth like chocolates.
When life gets you down and nothing is going right, you always have a friend ... in chocolate.
The future is uncertain. Eat your chocolate first.
The best over-the-counter prescription to perk you up is chocolate.
The way to a woman's heart is through a box of chocolates.
Will do anything for chocolate!
Hand over the chocolate and no one gets hurt.
Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get.
I never met a chocolate I didn't like.
Forget love! I'd rather fall in chocolate!
The key to my heart is chocolate.
Don't send me roses, unless they are chocolate!
If life is a box of chocolates, I want the cherry-filled!
There are two food groups: Chocolate and fruit. And if it is fruit, it should be dipped in chocolate.
I'm a Chocoholic's Anonymous drop out.
There is no Chocolate's Anonymous because no one wants to quit.
Chocolate is worth its weight in gold.
A chocolate bar is better than a gold bar.
Chocolate is an essential nutrient.
If it's chocolate, it's sending out messages for me to eat it.
I'd stop eating chocolate, but I'm no quitter.
There's never a wrong time for chocolate.
Chocolate is to die for. Only it's so sinfully good I'd never get to heaven!
Money can't buy love, but it can buy chocolate.
A day without you is like a day without chocolate.
Chocolate satisfies all my cravings.
Man cannot live on chocolate alone, but woman can.
One never outgrows the need for chocolate.
Chocolate solves everything!
Chocolate is the answer. Who cares what the question is!
If at first you don't succeed, have a chocolate!
Things are bad. Send chocolate!
S.O.S. Need chocolate!!
If you get melted chocolate all over your hands, you're eating it too slowly.
Chocolate-covered raisins, cherries, orange slices and strawberries all count as fruit, so eat as many as you like.
Eat a chocolate before each meal. It will take the edge off your appetite and you will eat less.
If you can't eat all your chocolate, it will keep in the freezer. But if you can't eat all your chocolate, it may be a sign of a deeper problem.
Store your chocolate on top of the refrigerator. Calories are afraid of heights and will jump out of the chocolate to protect themselves.
Chocolate is the food group they don't tell you about!
Who says chocolate isn't a food group!!
Equal parts of dark chocolate and white chocolate make a balanced diet.
The preservatives in chocolate will make you look younger.
If not for chocolate, there would be no need for control-top pantyhose and an entire garment industry would be out of business.
A nice box of chocolate provides your total daily intake of calories in one place. Isn't that handy?
Put "eat chocolate" at the top of your list of things to do today. That way at least you will get one thing done.
Question: Why is there no such organization as Chocoholics Anonymous? Answer: Because no one wants to quit.
Problem: How do you get two pounds of chocolate home from the store in a hot car? Solution: Eat it in the parking lot.
One of life's mysteries is how a two-pound box of candy can make a person gain five pounds.
Make mine chocolate!
You are some bunny special. (Put with a chocolate bunny)
Crafting is my passion. But chocolate comes in a very close second! (Substitute any hobby.)
Boost the economy. Skip dieting, buy larger clothes, Twinkies, Bon Bons, chocolate...
Inside some of us is a thin person struggling to get out, but she can usually be sedated with a few pieces of chocolate cake.
Those who say "Nothing tastes as good as thin feels" haven't tasted real chocolate!
Milk chocolate is a dairy product.
Another deep breath take, and do without that chocolate cake! NOT!
Food used for medicinal purposes, such as hot chocolate, brandy, toast and Sara Lee Cheesecake, do not have calories.
The four food groups: Brownies, Chocolate Cake, Fudge, Diet Coke
Save Earth. It's the only planet with chocolate.
Good friends share their chocolate chip cookies.
Friends are the chocolate chips of life.
In the cookies of life, friends are the chocolate chips.
A grandma is admired for her wisdom, patience, understanding and her chocolate chip cookies.
Dear Lord: So far today, I am doing all right. I have not gossiped, lost my temper, been greedy, grumpy, nasty, selfish, or self indulgent. I have not whined, bitched, cursed, or eaten any chocolate. I have not charged on my credit card. However, I am going to get out of bed in a few minutes, and I will need a lot more help after that. Amen
If the world was fair, a VCR would program itself, chocolate would not be fattening and men would give birth to babies.
Life is like a box of chocolates. . . full of nuts.
Men are like a box of chocolates. You never know when you’re going to get a nut.
The calories in white chocolate are negative and cancel out the positive calories in dark chocolate.
Those calorie-free sweets taste great dipped in chocolate!
And on the eighth day God created chocolate.
There's nothing wrong with me that a little chocolate won't cure.
Life would be so desolate without any chocolate!
The two major food groups:
A) The foods that you put cheese on.
B) The remaining foods that you put chocolate on.
Sisters and chocolate make life bearable.
Chocolate comes with its price. . . control-top pantyhose.
What came first, woman or the chocolate bar?
Chocolate. . . it isn't just for breakfast anymore.
19 rules to remember in life...
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1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.
2. Don't worry about what people think, they don't do it very often.
3. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian anymore than standing in a garage makes you a car.
4. Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
5. If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you've never tried before.
6. My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.
7. Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.
8. A person, who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person. ( I love this one )
9. For every action, there is an equal and opposite government program.
10. If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip.
11. Bills travel through the post at twice the speed of cheques.
12. A conscience is what hurts when all of your other parts feel so good.
13. Eat well, stay fit.
14. Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it.
15. No man has ever been shot while doing the dishes.
16. A balanced diet is a chocolate bar in each hand.
17. Middle age is when broadness of the mind and narrowness of the waist change places.
18. Opportunities always look bigger going than coming.
19. Rubbish is something you've kept for years and throw away three weeks before you need it.
2. Don't worry about what people think, they don't do it very often.
3. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian anymore than standing in a garage makes you a car.
4. Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
5. If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you've never tried before.
6. My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.
7. Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.
8. A person, who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person. ( I love this one )
9. For every action, there is an equal and opposite government program.
10. If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip.
11. Bills travel through the post at twice the speed of cheques.
12. A conscience is what hurts when all of your other parts feel so good.
13. Eat well, stay fit.
14. Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it.
15. No man has ever been shot while doing the dishes.
16. A balanced diet is a chocolate bar in each hand.
17. Middle age is when broadness of the mind and narrowness of the waist change places.
18. Opportunities always look bigger going than coming.
19. Rubbish is something you've kept for years and throw away three weeks before you need it.
Apology UN Accepted
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I’m holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I’m hearing what you say
But I just can’t make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down
But wait...
You tell me that you’re sorry
Didn’t think I’d turn around and say..
That it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
There is so much of I'm sorry that even I can hear before I start doubting the truth. I have been running in circles for months and months and not once did I listen to what ANYONE else had to say. Not once have I ever questioned you, doubted you although you scared the living daylights out of me time after time. I don't have to care for you, but I do so anyway, despite what EVERYONE has to say. Whatever you've asked of me I've done for you, not because I have nothing to do but I wanted you to know that there is SOMEONE there for you always. But yeah, you know at the end of the day, it's clear that I'm absolutely NOONE to you and don't worry I've dealt with that reality.
And that's okay, you're drowning in an ocean of secrets, and only I will ever know how much you meant to me.
I don't want to make it easy for you but you know what? I want to honor the memory of you. So to night babe, I'm packing up your stuff and hiding the box under my bed, so I shall not see or feel anything that belongs to you. As of right now, all the chat logs, pictures etc are stored on a CD that goes in with everything else. Out of sight , out of mind. The SMS's have been deleted... Wow, the memory is untraceable. Except from my heart I suppose.
I hope you don't ruin your life doing everything that you want to do... because clearly these things you keep doing... are not making you very happy. But a man who choses pain will live in pain I guess. Good luck with that.
I just wanted to tell you that I really loved you and I can't believe you didn't know that especially because everything was your initiative anyway. Or maybe you just wanted something more superficial - well I have news for you; I'm not 11 years old and love to me is more than a text message. It's more than empty promises. And it's more than a singular act.
It's a lot of things. Love is not telling anyone secrets you're dying to tell because it will save him... It's hiding a suspected pregnancy from a incompetent father and dealing with all the drama on your own because you didn't want to complicate things for him! Love is challenging your friends and family defending him, because you know he is a good person inside. Love is smiling and kissing him when you know he won't remember in the morning, anything other than his problems that is.
I'll tell you what it isn't. It isn't not replying calls or messages and apologising at 4 a.m. because you were BUSY - every single freaking night when you simply have to put up for a couple of days, it's not disappearing for months and saying you didn't have credit when you had money to buy what you WANTED, it's showing up to say hello and kissing me goodbye. It's being honest when you know she'll forgive you anyway. It's giving her respect for what she does for you, and the time she gives for you at least enough to tell her that you don't have any feelings for her. It's being man enough to stop breaking her heart. It's brave enough to give her a name.
So the next time you tell me you're sorry, save your breath.
Sorry babe...
I'm not listening any more.
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I’m hearing what you say
But I just can’t make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down
But wait...
You tell me that you’re sorry
Didn’t think I’d turn around and say..
That it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late
There is so much of I'm sorry that even I can hear before I start doubting the truth. I have been running in circles for months and months and not once did I listen to what ANYONE else had to say. Not once have I ever questioned you, doubted you although you scared the living daylights out of me time after time. I don't have to care for you, but I do so anyway, despite what EVERYONE has to say. Whatever you've asked of me I've done for you, not because I have nothing to do but I wanted you to know that there is SOMEONE there for you always. But yeah, you know at the end of the day, it's clear that I'm absolutely NOONE to you and don't worry I've dealt with that reality.
And that's okay, you're drowning in an ocean of secrets, and only I will ever know how much you meant to me.
I don't want to make it easy for you but you know what? I want to honor the memory of you. So to night babe, I'm packing up your stuff and hiding the box under my bed, so I shall not see or feel anything that belongs to you. As of right now, all the chat logs, pictures etc are stored on a CD that goes in with everything else. Out of sight , out of mind. The SMS's have been deleted... Wow, the memory is untraceable. Except from my heart I suppose.
I hope you don't ruin your life doing everything that you want to do... because clearly these things you keep doing... are not making you very happy. But a man who choses pain will live in pain I guess. Good luck with that.
I just wanted to tell you that I really loved you and I can't believe you didn't know that especially because everything was your initiative anyway. Or maybe you just wanted something more superficial - well I have news for you; I'm not 11 years old and love to me is more than a text message. It's more than empty promises. And it's more than a singular act.
It's a lot of things. Love is not telling anyone secrets you're dying to tell because it will save him... It's hiding a suspected pregnancy from a incompetent father and dealing with all the drama on your own because you didn't want to complicate things for him! Love is challenging your friends and family defending him, because you know he is a good person inside. Love is smiling and kissing him when you know he won't remember in the morning, anything other than his problems that is.
I'll tell you what it isn't. It isn't not replying calls or messages and apologising at 4 a.m. because you were BUSY - every single freaking night when you simply have to put up for a couple of days, it's not disappearing for months and saying you didn't have credit when you had money to buy what you WANTED, it's showing up to say hello and kissing me goodbye. It's being honest when you know she'll forgive you anyway. It's giving her respect for what she does for you, and the time she gives for you at least enough to tell her that you don't have any feelings for her. It's being man enough to stop breaking her heart. It's brave enough to give her a name.
So the next time you tell me you're sorry, save your breath.
Sorry babe...
I'm not listening any more.
Life is such a sad song
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Today is such an insane day I don't even know where to begin.
I just know that I should have kept sleeping. Argh, so much of bad news, too much work and too little time - so many many things I wanna do! Bah!!!
:/
A friend passed this morning. He wasn't a particularly close friend, but we've had good times, I remember interesting conversations... and more outstandingly - he was an all round great guy. A very nice guy (that's rare in this era of jerks!) and it's such a shame... [Bless ya Bombe]
Just got me really thinking, about how many friends I've lost in the recent years and how perhaps I should really re-think my life. No I'm not going on about sins and tragedies... just you know, how short life is - how pointless it is to waste the best years of our lives on heartache and regret and selfishness.
How unpredictable time is. How insignificant I am.
I don't like taking life too seriously, I think then you miss out on too many amazing experiences... but I don't think we should stand by and watch life flash by only to find ourselves empty handed - that is selfishness...
Pfffft, but this aint about me
Next time you find yourself waiting, hopeless, on the brink of devastation but still driven by mindless desperation... think.... do you really want your last memories to be bad ones?
We all have tough times, but its up to us how we chose to spend our days... and how we chose to be remembered...
I just know that I should have kept sleeping. Argh, so much of bad news, too much work and too little time - so many many things I wanna do! Bah!!!
:/
A friend passed this morning. He wasn't a particularly close friend, but we've had good times, I remember interesting conversations... and more outstandingly - he was an all round great guy. A very nice guy (that's rare in this era of jerks!) and it's such a shame... [Bless ya Bombe]
Just got me really thinking, about how many friends I've lost in the recent years and how perhaps I should really re-think my life. No I'm not going on about sins and tragedies... just you know, how short life is - how pointless it is to waste the best years of our lives on heartache and regret and selfishness.
How unpredictable time is. How insignificant I am.
I don't like taking life too seriously, I think then you miss out on too many amazing experiences... but I don't think we should stand by and watch life flash by only to find ourselves empty handed - that is selfishness...
Pfffft, but this aint about me
Next time you find yourself waiting, hopeless, on the brink of devastation but still driven by mindless desperation... think.... do you really want your last memories to be bad ones?
We all have tough times, but its up to us how we chose to spend our days... and how we chose to be remembered...
Constant Change
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I'm reaching my limits...
I'm loosing control...
I can't believe you're blind to it all
I keep waiting here...
For the coast to clear...
But nothing will ever change
I have realised....
Gotta get used to this pain inside...
It's more than a lifestyle...
Say hello to the rest of my life
I'm loosing control...
I can't believe you're blind to it all
I keep waiting here...
For the coast to clear...
But nothing will ever change
I have realised....
Gotta get used to this pain inside...
It's more than a lifestyle...
Say hello to the rest of my life
People who think, yet DON'T
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You sit in a class with Canadians, Americans, Koreans, Indonesians, Indians, Chinese, Malaysians,Arabs, Brits, Kenyans, Scots, Irish, Tanzanians, Nigerians, Bangladeshis...
and you listen to them bitch about politics.
I heard...
"Dude, I so fucking hate this"
"Politics is so bloody boring"
"I hate this"
""Its the cause of corruption"
and so on... followed by...
"It's all corrupt"
"Everything just sucks"
"People treat people like SHIT"
so on, so forth...
IT REALLY FUCKING FRUSTRATES ME!
Why? If not for politics --> NONE OF THESE PEOPLE WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO SIT TOGETHER AS EQUALS IN A CLASS ROOM AND SPOKEN TO EACH OTHER!
The Indians would've been cleaning, the whites teaching, the whites learning, the Africans cooking... You know?? And there would be no females teaching or learning. Its true!
What is politics?
The art or science of government or governing, especially the governing of a political entity, such as a nation, and the administration and control of its internal and external affairs.
To put it more simply, it's about the relationships between people, and the decisions these interrelated people make about how to live together.
You can't HATE politics, it's a reality and a fact of life. It's life... it really is... the way your household is managed, the hierarchy of parents and siblings... the rules and guidelines, the taboos and the history - that makes up the politics of your home. That, on a larger scale, is government politics! So long as we are a part of a country, we are involved. Since we all live on this planet, we are all involved in the GLOBAL schemes too!
So say you hate the way it is currently being run. In a few years you'll be in the position the fuckers like Bush are in now... some of you will, and it's what you do today that will determine who they will be... so make your voice heard, there are people who would listen! Stop advocating apathy - it makes the rich richer and the weak a whole lot weaker.
Your silence is oppression. The more you 'shut the fuck up', the more you are asking for people to take advantage of you. You're waving a 100 Dollar bill in front of a desperate man and expecting him to do the honorable thing. Humans.. are humans.. and politicians are human. A lot of them are greedy pigs and inhumane idiots, believe me - I know... first hand. Then again, you did almost ASK them to take advantage of you.
Most of the time, the rise of racism, sexist attitudes, regimes like totalitarian rulers, are the direct result of excessive ignorance and negligence from both parties involved. So speak up, you were given the right to! Expect the worst, but things go from bitter to sweet, all the time.
It boils from a lot of empty talk though. Maldivians in particular just create horrible attitudes and then bitch about things. You would never mock a polio victim. But you would freely mock a Huwadhoo person or an Addoo person (oooh evil you say...) and a person from darker complexion. Try to adjust this primitive thinking before you play around with political systems. Most people can't differentiate presidential or parliamentary. Why cry now? You could have just made it clear... Presidential simply means Golhaa is the only one who will approve his own resignation. LOL
That way more people might have listened?
Try killing the Addu stereotype before appointing a Adduvian as President ... might be smarter??
and you listen to them bitch about politics.
I heard...
"Dude, I so fucking hate this"
"Politics is so bloody boring"
"I hate this"
""Its the cause of corruption"
and so on... followed by...
"It's all corrupt"
"Everything just sucks"
"People treat people like SHIT"
so on, so forth...
IT REALLY FUCKING FRUSTRATES ME!
Why? If not for politics --> NONE OF THESE PEOPLE WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO SIT TOGETHER AS EQUALS IN A CLASS ROOM AND SPOKEN TO EACH OTHER!
The Indians would've been cleaning, the whites teaching, the whites learning, the Africans cooking... You know?? And there would be no females teaching or learning. Its true!
What is politics?
The art or science of government or governing, especially the governing of a political entity, such as a nation, and the administration and control of its internal and external affairs.
To put it more simply, it's about the relationships between people, and the decisions these interrelated people make about how to live together.
You can't HATE politics, it's a reality and a fact of life. It's life... it really is... the way your household is managed, the hierarchy of parents and siblings... the rules and guidelines, the taboos and the history - that makes up the politics of your home. That, on a larger scale, is government politics! So long as we are a part of a country, we are involved. Since we all live on this planet, we are all involved in the GLOBAL schemes too!
So say you hate the way it is currently being run. In a few years you'll be in the position the fuckers like Bush are in now... some of you will, and it's what you do today that will determine who they will be... so make your voice heard, there are people who would listen! Stop advocating apathy - it makes the rich richer and the weak a whole lot weaker.
Your silence is oppression. The more you 'shut the fuck up', the more you are asking for people to take advantage of you. You're waving a 100 Dollar bill in front of a desperate man and expecting him to do the honorable thing. Humans.. are humans.. and politicians are human. A lot of them are greedy pigs and inhumane idiots, believe me - I know... first hand. Then again, you did almost ASK them to take advantage of you.
Most of the time, the rise of racism, sexist attitudes, regimes like totalitarian rulers, are the direct result of excessive ignorance and negligence from both parties involved. So speak up, you were given the right to! Expect the worst, but things go from bitter to sweet, all the time.
It boils from a lot of empty talk though. Maldivians in particular just create horrible attitudes and then bitch about things. You would never mock a polio victim. But you would freely mock a Huwadhoo person or an Addoo person (oooh evil you say...) and a person from darker complexion. Try to adjust this primitive thinking before you play around with political systems. Most people can't differentiate presidential or parliamentary. Why cry now? You could have just made it clear... Presidential simply means Golhaa is the only one who will approve his own resignation. LOL
That way more people might have listened?
Try killing the Addu stereotype before appointing a Adduvian as President ... might be smarter??
Indepth Me
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Talking to a friend of mine a few days ago I realised I wasn't quite as transparent as I thought. And I somehow came up with this list...
1. I talk too much when I'm nervous or upset. Not so much when I'm happy...
2. I act like I don't care, often when I care very much. I'm sentimental and emotional... but that's usually between me and my pillows!!!
3. I have a very explosive anger, but it dies down very fast.
4. What will hurt me is not that you were mean to me, but that you pretended to be nice.
5. I've always wanted to be a Mom!!! Yeah, I know, most people can't picture me maternal, but I have my moments :D those who really know me would know I suppose... I'm one of those people who could never have an abortion and DON'T tell me that might change when something happens.. I know, for sure... 100% I just could not...
6. I am not capable of initiating expressions of emotion. I love you. But you have to say it first. LOL, I may take a few months to say it after that.
7. My greatest fear is being alone.
8. I went through a 'phase' phase. I was into Metal. I was into RnB. Now I'm indifferent, and I work on whatever sounds good at the moment.
9. I can't tolerate dishonesty. No, I mean you have a right to hide things that you don't wanna talk about and stuff like that. But about others. That's just. UERGH.
10. I have horrible bad boy syndrome... I just have a weakness for them. I suppose when I date good guys I feel like I'm ruining them or something LOL.
11. I am actually single by choice. Commitment and marriage scare me. I may complain a lot but whenever I try a relationship I just start forgetting to call or message and stuff and I am the one who fucks it up.
12. I am very picky with men. This is mostly because most of my friends are guys. People tend to assume the opposite would be true. I've seen to much of men and I think I know my preferences!
13. You will have to wait years to see the real me emerge behind me. I'm very guarded and it is so because I have to be. I will HATE you if I find out you're just in it for the fame and the glory.
1. I talk too much when I'm nervous or upset. Not so much when I'm happy...
2. I act like I don't care, often when I care very much. I'm sentimental and emotional... but that's usually between me and my pillows!!!
3. I have a very explosive anger, but it dies down very fast.
4. What will hurt me is not that you were mean to me, but that you pretended to be nice.
5. I've always wanted to be a Mom!!! Yeah, I know, most people can't picture me maternal, but I have my moments :D those who really know me would know I suppose... I'm one of those people who could never have an abortion and DON'T tell me that might change when something happens.. I know, for sure... 100% I just could not...
6. I am not capable of initiating expressions of emotion. I love you. But you have to say it first. LOL, I may take a few months to say it after that.
7. My greatest fear is being alone.
8. I went through a 'phase' phase. I was into Metal. I was into RnB. Now I'm indifferent, and I work on whatever sounds good at the moment.
9. I can't tolerate dishonesty. No, I mean you have a right to hide things that you don't wanna talk about and stuff like that. But about others. That's just. UERGH.
10. I have horrible bad boy syndrome... I just have a weakness for them. I suppose when I date good guys I feel like I'm ruining them or something LOL.
11. I am actually single by choice. Commitment and marriage scare me. I may complain a lot but whenever I try a relationship I just start forgetting to call or message and stuff and I am the one who fucks it up.
12. I am very picky with men. This is mostly because most of my friends are guys. People tend to assume the opposite would be true. I've seen to much of men and I think I know my preferences!
13. You will have to wait years to see the real me emerge behind me. I'm very guarded and it is so because I have to be. I will HATE you if I find out you're just in it for the fame and the glory.
Three little wishes...
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I wish I may I wish I might...
I wish I was a lesbian. I wish I could just turn in to one.
"Sorry bratha, I like gurrrrls"
See, the end solution.
Oh I fucking wish it was so easy.
I wish there were answers to all the problems.
FACT: AINT THERE.
I wish I could at least answer all the ringing questions in my head though. They've been circling around my head so long, so much... you'd think my brain was a fucking solar system man.
(Zero gravity! LOL)
I wish people understood that just because I can go out tonight despite having been told something awful or finding out something traumatic. My heart is not made of stone. I simply distract easier, I know and understand how my capabilities work when it comes to thinking about other things. In that sense it's actually equally confusing to me how you can sit at home all day and wallow in self pity and cry all night over something that you cannot solve in such a manner. I don't judge that, it's your way of dealing I suppose, but I just I don't know, I've been there done that and in the long term, at least for me, it just doesn't work. I can cry and laugh 15 minutes later, but it's not completely gone from my heart and soul, quite the opposite, I bury it so deep I too forget about it until one fine day it'll all erupt and the process will begin once more. Yeah, that is a totally different problem altogether.
Wishes… funny thing they are, we wish and we wish against our wish. Lol… but one must wish… I wish people would see the reason I don’t trolley my pain in front of me wherever I go. I have my reasons not to cause other people distress simply because I have difficulties dealing with my life. It’s okay…
It’s okay because at least I don’t carry around extra baggage like jealousy, deceit, resentment and fury. I can be mad as hell because you forgot my birthday, but I’ll blow the steam off and it’ll be okay. I wont pent up and kill you one fine day. It’s not your fault you don’t harbor the same feelings I do and that is okay. You know? Some people just go on meaningless rampages to satisfy this insane pain that really is … going to fade away in time and nothing can accelerate or decelerate that. You must have hope, although it is humanities biggest lie… One must have faith that tomorrow shall be better than today or we can just line up and shoot each other. Hope maybe a word with no real direction but it’s the one force that will save your sanity.
Even those who do not have faith have faith. Atheists have faith in the fact that there is no faith. Nah sounds ridiculous maybe but this is true. They do find comfort in the fact that they will not be judged. I wish people would see that the point is not about whether we have after lives or not, I mean believe what you must but the real point is to behave as though you would be judged. It is not a limitation to have to be a part of a society and to function as you are one… you are not to conform to the idiocies of preference but merely adhere to the live and let live theoretical perspective. I have the strength to move on simply because I know I can. I have belief that some higher power is at work because clearly everything is not in my hands thus I don’t have the urge to control everything around me. At least not today. Been there done that. Best advice: Give up, it’s a lost battle.
Wishing wishing… wishing people could see the brighter side of life and not blame each other always. No one is obligated to doing anything. No one can be expected to be anything. Change is inevitable. Acceptance is key… Let go of your regrets, it will not change anything; it will keep you from moving on. For God sake, people are people… we can only be human… there is hardly anything you cannot forgive! Trivial matters are a waste of your time, energy… so just simply grow out of it….
I wish men would understand that a piece of moving metal (be it a bike or a flashy car... or a fucking jet for fucks sake) or a slice of plastic (Visa, MasterCard, HSBC, whatever - and I don't give a shit whether it's blue or gold or platinum or glow in the dark for that matter) does not amount to anything. Demeaning a woman even if she is your ex is not funny and it does not make YOU moralistic to call someone else a slut, calling a good looking guy gay does not make you masculine, calling a talkative guy lame does not make you macho... it just makes me wonder - why should you even care? Especially scorning an ex is pathetic, disrespectful and even scary - are you over her?? Will you say the same about me??? ... And telling me you are a virgin... hell let's not even go there. It should be obvious why it's no turn on. Another thing - lay off the porn lines "You like it baby? Yeah you like it?" ... oh shut up and go away...
More women should stop pressurizing men to be stupid... Show them that respect, honesty is more valued. Accepting his lame excuses when he hits you constantly is not teaching him about respect. He does not acknowledge that he is been given a second chance by someone who loves him - he simply sees you as a pushover piece of meat. I hate to be so brutal, but that’s the honest truth a lot of girls fail to see in cheaters etc. Why put up with disrespect or dishonesty? I wish more women would teach a man the value of good manners, honesty, intelligent conversation and an effort at least towards a sense of humor. That will last you a lifetime, when you're 50 his abs won't matter, his car might decrease in value, he could go bankrupt and maybe he won't be the hotshot he sounded like... but if you can sit down when you're sixty something and still laugh together, now that would amount to something.
In a way I know that’s a bit hypocritical of me to say, but I’ve learnt from experience that excuses are just not worth dishing out.
I wish all my wishes would come true.
No I don’t! LOL
Careful what you wish for they say.
I don’t wish for much… heheh, or don't I now?
I wish I was a lesbian. I wish I could just turn in to one.
"Sorry bratha, I like gurrrrls"
See, the end solution.
Oh I fucking wish it was so easy.
I wish there were answers to all the problems.
FACT: AINT THERE.
I wish I could at least answer all the ringing questions in my head though. They've been circling around my head so long, so much... you'd think my brain was a fucking solar system man.
(Zero gravity! LOL)
I wish people understood that just because I can go out tonight despite having been told something awful or finding out something traumatic. My heart is not made of stone. I simply distract easier, I know and understand how my capabilities work when it comes to thinking about other things. In that sense it's actually equally confusing to me how you can sit at home all day and wallow in self pity and cry all night over something that you cannot solve in such a manner. I don't judge that, it's your way of dealing I suppose, but I just I don't know, I've been there done that and in the long term, at least for me, it just doesn't work. I can cry and laugh 15 minutes later, but it's not completely gone from my heart and soul, quite the opposite, I bury it so deep I too forget about it until one fine day it'll all erupt and the process will begin once more. Yeah, that is a totally different problem altogether.
Wishes… funny thing they are, we wish and we wish against our wish. Lol… but one must wish… I wish people would see the reason I don’t trolley my pain in front of me wherever I go. I have my reasons not to cause other people distress simply because I have difficulties dealing with my life. It’s okay…
It’s okay because at least I don’t carry around extra baggage like jealousy, deceit, resentment and fury. I can be mad as hell because you forgot my birthday, but I’ll blow the steam off and it’ll be okay. I wont pent up and kill you one fine day. It’s not your fault you don’t harbor the same feelings I do and that is okay. You know? Some people just go on meaningless rampages to satisfy this insane pain that really is … going to fade away in time and nothing can accelerate or decelerate that. You must have hope, although it is humanities biggest lie… One must have faith that tomorrow shall be better than today or we can just line up and shoot each other. Hope maybe a word with no real direction but it’s the one force that will save your sanity.
Even those who do not have faith have faith. Atheists have faith in the fact that there is no faith. Nah sounds ridiculous maybe but this is true. They do find comfort in the fact that they will not be judged. I wish people would see that the point is not about whether we have after lives or not, I mean believe what you must but the real point is to behave as though you would be judged. It is not a limitation to have to be a part of a society and to function as you are one… you are not to conform to the idiocies of preference but merely adhere to the live and let live theoretical perspective. I have the strength to move on simply because I know I can. I have belief that some higher power is at work because clearly everything is not in my hands thus I don’t have the urge to control everything around me. At least not today. Been there done that. Best advice: Give up, it’s a lost battle.
Wishing wishing… wishing people could see the brighter side of life and not blame each other always. No one is obligated to doing anything. No one can be expected to be anything. Change is inevitable. Acceptance is key… Let go of your regrets, it will not change anything; it will keep you from moving on. For God sake, people are people… we can only be human… there is hardly anything you cannot forgive! Trivial matters are a waste of your time, energy… so just simply grow out of it….
I wish men would understand that a piece of moving metal (be it a bike or a flashy car... or a fucking jet for fucks sake) or a slice of plastic (Visa, MasterCard, HSBC, whatever - and I don't give a shit whether it's blue or gold or platinum or glow in the dark for that matter) does not amount to anything. Demeaning a woman even if she is your ex is not funny and it does not make YOU moralistic to call someone else a slut, calling a good looking guy gay does not make you masculine, calling a talkative guy lame does not make you macho... it just makes me wonder - why should you even care? Especially scorning an ex is pathetic, disrespectful and even scary - are you over her?? Will you say the same about me??? ... And telling me you are a virgin... hell let's not even go there. It should be obvious why it's no turn on. Another thing - lay off the porn lines "You like it baby? Yeah you like it?" ... oh shut up and go away...
More women should stop pressurizing men to be stupid... Show them that respect, honesty is more valued. Accepting his lame excuses when he hits you constantly is not teaching him about respect. He does not acknowledge that he is been given a second chance by someone who loves him - he simply sees you as a pushover piece of meat. I hate to be so brutal, but that’s the honest truth a lot of girls fail to see in cheaters etc. Why put up with disrespect or dishonesty? I wish more women would teach a man the value of good manners, honesty, intelligent conversation and an effort at least towards a sense of humor. That will last you a lifetime, when you're 50 his abs won't matter, his car might decrease in value, he could go bankrupt and maybe he won't be the hotshot he sounded like... but if you can sit down when you're sixty something and still laugh together, now that would amount to something.
In a way I know that’s a bit hypocritical of me to say, but I’ve learnt from experience that excuses are just not worth dishing out.
I wish all my wishes would come true.
No I don’t! LOL
Careful what you wish for they say.
I don’t wish for much… heheh, or don't I now?
Legend of Marley
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[Written originally for my law class - hey he was a philosopher! Darn, my whole class thinks I'm whack, the last assignment I chose Legalization of Marijuana, LOL I say if you grew up in Male' its all general knowledge and heck sure makes work plus research, a lot more interesting! :P So yeah.. ENJOY!]
A Historical Influence –Bob Marley: The Legend
Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts; put your vision to reality. Wake Up and Live! (Bob Marley)
It could have been said by any man. It could have been said to any person. It was however the words of one small town man who stood up and changed the world. Over 25 years after his death, we are all still singing his songs. The youth of the world wasn’t alive during his glory years but his message is still heard, and his words are still spoken.
February 6th, 1945 Bob Marley was born Robert Nesta Marley in rural Rhoden Hall in the Parish of St. Ann, Jamaica. His mother was a Jamaican teenager and his father a middle-aged captain in the West Indian regiment of the British Army. Marley's parents separated when he was six and soon thereafter Robert moved with his mother to Kingston, joining the wave of rural immigrants that flooded the capital during the 1950s and 1960s. They settled in Trench Town, a west Kingston slum named for the sewer that ran through it.
I don't stand for the black man's side; I don’t stand for the white man's side. I stand for God's side. (Bob Marley)
Bob Marley was a Jamaican singer and songwriter whose name more than anyone represents reggae music, the tenets of Rastafarianism, and the struggle of the economically and politically oppressed. Often he is glorified for (arguably) the wrong reasons. He was a great philosopher and clearly an advocate of natural law; he was a peace activist and a man who contributed in great amounts to society especially the black community at a large.
Marley was joined by Junior Braithwaite and two backup singers to form the Wailing Wailers and recorded on the Coxsone label. The group soon became Kingston celebrities in the summer of 1963 with Simmer Down, a song that both indicted and romanticized the lives of Trench Town toughs, known as "rude boys."
Around 1963 - 66 Marley moved to Delaware working jobs for Chrysler and Dupont. Yet his heart lay back home, where his new wife, Jamaican Rita Anderson, and his old passion the music of the island remained. Thus it was when he returned in 1967 and converted to Rastafarianism that he began the mature stage of his musical career.
Marley reunited with Bunny and Peter Tosh, and together they called themselves The Wailers and began their own record label, Wail 'N' Soul. They abandoned the rude-boy philosophy for the spirituality of Rastafarian beliefs slowing their music under the new “rock steady” influence. A few new bandsmen and song releases later, The Wailers started to gain international recognition and began to record with legends like Bruce Springsteen and Sly & the Family Stone, Eric Clapton – all of whom have played lively roles in the world of political activism.
Although Marley had blended politics and music since the early days of "Simmer Down," as his success grew he became more political. His 1976 song War transcribed a speech of Haile Selassie I, the Ethiopian king upon whom the Rastafarian sect was based. Along with Rastafarian spirituality and mysticism, his lyrics probed the mayhem and civil unrest in Jamaica. Prior to the 1976 elections, partisanship inspired gang war in Trench Town and divided the people against themselves.
By siding with Prime Minister Michael Manley and by singing songs of a political tone Marley angered some Jamaicans. In 1978 fanatic gunmen broke in to Marley's Kingston home during the Jamaican general election campaign. Marley was shot in his upper body and arm, Rita received a head wound, friend Lewis Griffith was seriously wounded as was Don Taylor, but all survived the malicious attack. Marley sought asylum in Jamaica's Blue Mountains after release from hospital however just four days later he performed at the 'Smile Jamaica' festival even though his wounds disabled him from playing the guitar. Afterwards the couple took a well-deserved break of eighteen months away from Jamaica.
When Marley returned to Jamaica in 1978, he performed in the One Love Peace Concert, seeking to improve existing political conflicts. During this show Marley orchestrated a handshake between political opponents Manley and Edward Seaga which was a highly symbolic moment. Marley's activism extended beyond Jamaica, and people from developing nations around the world found hope in his music.
The group's concerts in the late 1970s attracted enormous crowds in West Africa, Latin America, in Europe and the United States. In 1980 Bob Marley & the Wailers had the honor of performing at the independence ceremony when Rhodesia became Zimbabwe. His music became closely associated with the movement toward Black political independence that was then prominent in several African and South American countries. Bob Marley was the first global pop star to emerge from a developing nation – he put Jamaica on the map.
Bob Marley died May 11th 1981 in Miami, Fl. at the age of 36 from cancer that began in his toe and spread throughout his body. The Jamaican government held a national funeral honoring his memory. He was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1994. In 1996, February 6th was declared a national holiday in Jamaica, all in the honor of the man that touched their hearts and opened their minds – in a time where violence was ruining lives.
Many have varying theories about why Marley believed in what he believed in, some say that he was pro racial-integration because of his mixed roots – “Me only have one ambition, y'know. I only have one thing I really like to see happen. I like to see mankind live together - black, white, Chinese, everyone - that's all”.
"The reservoir of music he has left behind is like an encyclopedia," says Judy Mowatt of the I-Threes. "When you need to refer to a certain situation or crisis, there will always be a Bob Marley song that will relate to it. Bob was a musical prophet."
The man was and continues to be an inspiration, media was the vice and music the method, but the message was clear and well received. There are many activists who quote Bob Marley and The Bob Marley Foundation Ltd. USA is a non-profit 501 organization founded by Rita Marley and the Marley Family in honor of Bob Marley to fulfill his comprehensive vision of social development through advocacy for social change.
"He's taken his place alongside James Brown and Sly Stone as a pervasive influence on r&b", says the American critic, Timothy White, author of the acclaimed Bob Marley biography 'Catch A Fire'. "His music was pure rock, in the sense that it was a public expression of a private truth."
Either way, Bob Marley was the first global pop star to emerge from a third world nation – he put Jamaica on the map. He was more than his music; he was a legend – immortalized by his music and his fans. From the streets of Jamaica, to the whole world – his words are universal, and the truth undeniable.
References :
ACSAP Biographical Dictionary
R. R. Bowker Co., Copyright 1980
ISBN 0-8351-1283-1
A Historical Influence –Bob Marley: The Legend
Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts; put your vision to reality. Wake Up and Live! (Bob Marley)
It could have been said by any man. It could have been said to any person. It was however the words of one small town man who stood up and changed the world. Over 25 years after his death, we are all still singing his songs. The youth of the world wasn’t alive during his glory years but his message is still heard, and his words are still spoken.
February 6th, 1945 Bob Marley was born Robert Nesta Marley in rural Rhoden Hall in the Parish of St. Ann, Jamaica. His mother was a Jamaican teenager and his father a middle-aged captain in the West Indian regiment of the British Army. Marley's parents separated when he was six and soon thereafter Robert moved with his mother to Kingston, joining the wave of rural immigrants that flooded the capital during the 1950s and 1960s. They settled in Trench Town, a west Kingston slum named for the sewer that ran through it.
I don't stand for the black man's side; I don’t stand for the white man's side. I stand for God's side. (Bob Marley)
Bob Marley was a Jamaican singer and songwriter whose name more than anyone represents reggae music, the tenets of Rastafarianism, and the struggle of the economically and politically oppressed. Often he is glorified for (arguably) the wrong reasons. He was a great philosopher and clearly an advocate of natural law; he was a peace activist and a man who contributed in great amounts to society especially the black community at a large.
Marley was joined by Junior Braithwaite and two backup singers to form the Wailing Wailers and recorded on the Coxsone label. The group soon became Kingston celebrities in the summer of 1963 with Simmer Down, a song that both indicted and romanticized the lives of Trench Town toughs, known as "rude boys."
Around 1963 - 66 Marley moved to Delaware working jobs for Chrysler and Dupont. Yet his heart lay back home, where his new wife, Jamaican Rita Anderson, and his old passion the music of the island remained. Thus it was when he returned in 1967 and converted to Rastafarianism that he began the mature stage of his musical career.
Marley reunited with Bunny and Peter Tosh, and together they called themselves The Wailers and began their own record label, Wail 'N' Soul. They abandoned the rude-boy philosophy for the spirituality of Rastafarian beliefs slowing their music under the new “rock steady” influence. A few new bandsmen and song releases later, The Wailers started to gain international recognition and began to record with legends like Bruce Springsteen and Sly & the Family Stone, Eric Clapton – all of whom have played lively roles in the world of political activism.
Although Marley had blended politics and music since the early days of "Simmer Down," as his success grew he became more political. His 1976 song War transcribed a speech of Haile Selassie I, the Ethiopian king upon whom the Rastafarian sect was based. Along with Rastafarian spirituality and mysticism, his lyrics probed the mayhem and civil unrest in Jamaica. Prior to the 1976 elections, partisanship inspired gang war in Trench Town and divided the people against themselves.
By siding with Prime Minister Michael Manley and by singing songs of a political tone Marley angered some Jamaicans. In 1978 fanatic gunmen broke in to Marley's Kingston home during the Jamaican general election campaign. Marley was shot in his upper body and arm, Rita received a head wound, friend Lewis Griffith was seriously wounded as was Don Taylor, but all survived the malicious attack. Marley sought asylum in Jamaica's Blue Mountains after release from hospital however just four days later he performed at the 'Smile Jamaica' festival even though his wounds disabled him from playing the guitar. Afterwards the couple took a well-deserved break of eighteen months away from Jamaica.
When Marley returned to Jamaica in 1978, he performed in the One Love Peace Concert, seeking to improve existing political conflicts. During this show Marley orchestrated a handshake between political opponents Manley and Edward Seaga which was a highly symbolic moment. Marley's activism extended beyond Jamaica, and people from developing nations around the world found hope in his music.
The group's concerts in the late 1970s attracted enormous crowds in West Africa, Latin America, in Europe and the United States. In 1980 Bob Marley & the Wailers had the honor of performing at the independence ceremony when Rhodesia became Zimbabwe. His music became closely associated with the movement toward Black political independence that was then prominent in several African and South American countries. Bob Marley was the first global pop star to emerge from a developing nation – he put Jamaica on the map.
Bob Marley died May 11th 1981 in Miami, Fl. at the age of 36 from cancer that began in his toe and spread throughout his body. The Jamaican government held a national funeral honoring his memory. He was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1994. In 1996, February 6th was declared a national holiday in Jamaica, all in the honor of the man that touched their hearts and opened their minds – in a time where violence was ruining lives.
Many have varying theories about why Marley believed in what he believed in, some say that he was pro racial-integration because of his mixed roots – “Me only have one ambition, y'know. I only have one thing I really like to see happen. I like to see mankind live together - black, white, Chinese, everyone - that's all”.
"The reservoir of music he has left behind is like an encyclopedia," says Judy Mowatt of the I-Threes. "When you need to refer to a certain situation or crisis, there will always be a Bob Marley song that will relate to it. Bob was a musical prophet."
The man was and continues to be an inspiration, media was the vice and music the method, but the message was clear and well received. There are many activists who quote Bob Marley and The Bob Marley Foundation Ltd. USA is a non-profit 501 organization founded by Rita Marley and the Marley Family in honor of Bob Marley to fulfill his comprehensive vision of social development through advocacy for social change.
"He's taken his place alongside James Brown and Sly Stone as a pervasive influence on r&b", says the American critic, Timothy White, author of the acclaimed Bob Marley biography 'Catch A Fire'. "His music was pure rock, in the sense that it was a public expression of a private truth."
Either way, Bob Marley was the first global pop star to emerge from a third world nation – he put Jamaica on the map. He was more than his music; he was a legend – immortalized by his music and his fans. From the streets of Jamaica, to the whole world – his words are universal, and the truth undeniable.
References :
ACSAP Biographical Dictionary
R. R. Bowker Co., Copyright 1980
ISBN 0-8351-1283-1
Show them the light...
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Early hours of today, I have crawled back into a whole from within which I do not particularly wish to extradite myself. So I shall remain here. And reflect on the lack of light...
A friend of mine commented on vanity today. To an extent it did irritate me, although I pretended to be in her favor - that too simply because I was too tired to be a bitch. So what if someone has a lot of profile pictures or display pictures, who cares? Could be that she enjoys playing around with pictures , yeah maybe she is trying to snag a hot guy... so what, is that like a crime? And what business is it of me or my friends anyway? Both of us do the same thing... hypocritical eh? Well...
I have a lot of pictures of me in my files... I like to 'switcheroo' them around on msn from time to time... it's not because I particularly like myself, its because I have a fascination with photography and shit like that and no one else will let me edit their pictures and display my works... so I think of me as my own canvas... :S in the sense, there's no one to complain eh?
The lack of light in everyone's light I suppose.
And then you have these stupid forums and groups and shit where Maldivians post their neighbors pictures. Good lord, it's like Desperate HomeBoys. All these people who don't get no action or wish they were anything like these chicks post shit about the most well known chicks in Male'... The fuck??? Get a life, seriously... Chicks who write about chicks are the most pathetic of them all. It's all male propaganda to put women 'in their place' you know, people died for you to have the fucking right to fucking vote and you just want to drive us back to kitchens and aprons and being a fucking "garbage can" for men to rid themselves of their bodily fluids???
Thats so fucking lame... you should be fighting for the right to wear whatever you want, do whatever you want and for men to not have the right to say a fucking thing because certainly they have their right to do so. Instead you whores do nothing but fuck around and bitch about anyone who is confident enough to not be a hypocrite to society. You can sit home if you please, I respect that but no one is better than anyone on any level so do not be that low... sure you have the right to speak your mind but what good are you doing if you are not doing so intelligently? You're playing right into the hands of all the men who label us and stereotype us. Be yourself, and accept differences and live your life, let live everyone else their lives as well.
There is so much wrong in Maldives!
A friend of mine commented on vanity today. To an extent it did irritate me, although I pretended to be in her favor - that too simply because I was too tired to be a bitch. So what if someone has a lot of profile pictures or display pictures, who cares? Could be that she enjoys playing around with pictures , yeah maybe she is trying to snag a hot guy... so what, is that like a crime? And what business is it of me or my friends anyway? Both of us do the same thing... hypocritical eh? Well...
I have a lot of pictures of me in my files... I like to 'switcheroo' them around on msn from time to time... it's not because I particularly like myself, its because I have a fascination with photography and shit like that and no one else will let me edit their pictures and display my works... so I think of me as my own canvas... :S in the sense, there's no one to complain eh?
The lack of light in everyone's light I suppose.
And then you have these stupid forums and groups and shit where Maldivians post their neighbors pictures. Good lord, it's like Desperate HomeBoys. All these people who don't get no action or wish they were anything like these chicks post shit about the most well known chicks in Male'... The fuck??? Get a life, seriously... Chicks who write about chicks are the most pathetic of them all. It's all male propaganda to put women 'in their place' you know, people died for you to have the fucking right to fucking vote and you just want to drive us back to kitchens and aprons and being a fucking "garbage can" for men to rid themselves of their bodily fluids???
Thats so fucking lame... you should be fighting for the right to wear whatever you want, do whatever you want and for men to not have the right to say a fucking thing because certainly they have their right to do so. Instead you whores do nothing but fuck around and bitch about anyone who is confident enough to not be a hypocrite to society. You can sit home if you please, I respect that but no one is better than anyone on any level so do not be that low... sure you have the right to speak your mind but what good are you doing if you are not doing so intelligently? You're playing right into the hands of all the men who label us and stereotype us. Be yourself, and accept differences and live your life, let live everyone else their lives as well.
There is so much wrong in Maldives!
Dedication
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Altruism is selfless concern for the welfare of others.
To my friendly neighboorhood altruist... my ganster... my substitute husband... my saikalu taxi driver... my buri balan dhaa partu... my beshtee :)
I am not quite sure what prompted this sudden blog... but it's dedicated to a friend who hardly ever if at all reads my blog... crazy huh? Some one who has been there for me regardless of consequences, someone who understands me when I don't make any sense to myself...
He is a friend whose friendship I once compromised, and will always regret doing so...
He knows my flaws, and he still makes me feel wonderful. Nothing in life is predictable, and we are both self declared cynics... but atleast - thank you for all the memories, and for the countless times you have offered a shoulder...
It is so strange how we met, and I know I hurt you by the choice I made back then, but looking back today - it is the best choice I have ever made. I remember clearly how I had to BEG and PLEAD for you to make an exception and keep our friendship standing, I don't know how I got it through your thick skull but I'm glad it did somehow!!! See, infatuation is just a phase... as friends we've lasted years now...
Of all the memories though, one I will never forget, whether it ever becomes tested or not, I remember asking you whether you would make a sacrifice for me as large to save me, if [something happened]... and I remember what you said... What [that guy] said that night...
Can't think of anyone else who would even contemplate such a thing. Somehow I know that you would keep to your word... A man of honor right? Hehehe... The rare breed.
Touched me pretty deep
Thank God for you :)
PS: Good guys don't finish last, believe me - someday you'll realise I'm right. Life cannot be that cruel.
To my friendly neighboorhood altruist... my ganster... my substitute husband... my saikalu taxi driver... my buri balan dhaa partu... my beshtee :)
I am not quite sure what prompted this sudden blog... but it's dedicated to a friend who hardly ever if at all reads my blog... crazy huh? Some one who has been there for me regardless of consequences, someone who understands me when I don't make any sense to myself...
He is a friend whose friendship I once compromised, and will always regret doing so...
He knows my flaws, and he still makes me feel wonderful. Nothing in life is predictable, and we are both self declared cynics... but atleast - thank you for all the memories, and for the countless times you have offered a shoulder...
It is so strange how we met, and I know I hurt you by the choice I made back then, but looking back today - it is the best choice I have ever made. I remember clearly how I had to BEG and PLEAD for you to make an exception and keep our friendship standing, I don't know how I got it through your thick skull but I'm glad it did somehow!!! See, infatuation is just a phase... as friends we've lasted years now...
Of all the memories though, one I will never forget, whether it ever becomes tested or not, I remember asking you whether you would make a sacrifice for me as large to save me, if [something happened]... and I remember what you said... What [that guy] said that night...
Can't think of anyone else who would even contemplate such a thing. Somehow I know that you would keep to your word... A man of honor right? Hehehe... The rare breed.
Touched me pretty deep
Thank God for you :)
PS: Good guys don't finish last, believe me - someday you'll realise I'm right. Life cannot be that cruel.
Colourblinddddddd
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Pink fades to blue, spirals to green... fades purple...
Trippy...
My screen saver you idiot!
Jeez :P. I can't write a fucking thing here without some people 'fearing I turned to the dark side'. Oh get a life, there is a certain level to stupidity (although a very interesting thing it may be) that one should definitely concentrate on NOT exceeding.
Sigh...
I have so much work from Coll :S --> :( --> :'( ...
I'm thinking I should change my bloggie name to Mary Jane :P ; then I'll be really labelled as a pot head... a pot head with a potty mouth... stupid English slangs...
You notice how people don't use words that are more than two syllables long...What used to be an indication of education and intelligence; now is noted to be prudish, arrogand - you get labelled a SNOB for using proper language.
What if someone spoke in the finest Dhivehi prose?? With all the harubas and shit?? You'd think they were mad. Now the funny, intellectuals seem to speak in the lowest. scum of the earth kind of language simply to prove that they are people of the people. How silly... whats the point of all that education then? Where has the value of language gone to??? Where along the lines did the tables turn to sounding like an idiot making you cool???
The media player in my head is stuck on 'Save Tonight by Eye Eye Cherry' with 'No Woman No Cry - Jonathan Butler', 'Mary Jane Shoes - Fergie Ft Rita Marley', 'Snow -RHCP'... Yeah... Those songies... :)
Trippy...
My screen saver you idiot!
Jeez :P. I can't write a fucking thing here without some people 'fearing I turned to the dark side'. Oh get a life, there is a certain level to stupidity (although a very interesting thing it may be) that one should definitely concentrate on NOT exceeding.
Sigh...
I have so much work from Coll :S --> :( --> :'( ...
I'm thinking I should change my bloggie name to Mary Jane :P ; then I'll be really labelled as a pot head... a pot head with a potty mouth... stupid English slangs...
You notice how people don't use words that are more than two syllables long...What used to be an indication of education and intelligence; now is noted to be prudish, arrogand - you get labelled a SNOB for using proper language.
What if someone spoke in the finest Dhivehi prose?? With all the harubas and shit?? You'd think they were mad. Now the funny, intellectuals seem to speak in the lowest. scum of the earth kind of language simply to prove that they are people of the people. How silly... whats the point of all that education then? Where has the value of language gone to??? Where along the lines did the tables turn to sounding like an idiot making you cool???
The media player in my head is stuck on 'Save Tonight by Eye Eye Cherry' with 'No Woman No Cry - Jonathan Butler', 'Mary Jane Shoes - Fergie Ft Rita Marley', 'Snow -RHCP'... Yeah... Those songies... :)
Slightly Out Of Focus...
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I'm trying really hard not to concentrate on all the shit in my life.
Yet I hear all my friends talking about lotsa shit happening to them...
Sucks... Feel like I'm in a toilet bowl and every body's got the CHOLERA!
This is that weird point in life when you are really wondering what the heck you are doing. What is there to look forward to, you wonder. Lots you're told. But man... do I have a haaard time believing that... Everyday has becoming so fucking routine. I like hanging out with my friends, I don't have anything against college and all, but there's gotta be more than this? Is there?
If not, why the heck am I bothering with all of this anyway?
I just... GRRR I don't know, it's depressing enough to watch people you care about going through stuff, and just about everyone I know is. Makes me think too much. Am all pessimistic at the moment.
I swear, I'm giving off vibes so negative, its making my neighbors suicidal!
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I'm not a big FWD mail fan in fact I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize to all the friends who sent these sweet but seriously cheesy FWD mails, I did read and appreciate the thought before I deleted them :P.. seriously, there was no end to it thats why!!! But this part of this thing.. yeah, worth taking a note of :)
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.
You will have your heart broken, probably more than once, and it's harder every time.
You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. (and it's not even their fault most of the time - they are only human after all...)
You'll fight with your best friend. (sometimes a lot, sometimes not at all)
You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. (it does happen and often you don't really realize how deep the scars go)
You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. (probably more than once; for me at least...and you will thank God for the memories...)
Yet I hear all my friends talking about lotsa shit happening to them...
Sucks... Feel like I'm in a toilet bowl and every body's got the CHOLERA!
This is that weird point in life when you are really wondering what the heck you are doing. What is there to look forward to, you wonder. Lots you're told. But man... do I have a haaard time believing that... Everyday has becoming so fucking routine. I like hanging out with my friends, I don't have anything against college and all, but there's gotta be more than this? Is there?
If not, why the heck am I bothering with all of this anyway?
I just... GRRR I don't know, it's depressing enough to watch people you care about going through stuff, and just about everyone I know is. Makes me think too much. Am all pessimistic at the moment.
I swear, I'm giving off vibes so negative, its making my neighbors suicidal!
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I'm not a big FWD mail fan in fact I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize to all the friends who sent these sweet but seriously cheesy FWD mails, I did read and appreciate the thought before I deleted them :P.. seriously, there was no end to it thats why!!! But this part of this thing.. yeah, worth taking a note of :)
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.
You will have your heart broken, probably more than once, and it's harder every time.
You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. (and it's not even their fault most of the time - they are only human after all...)
You'll fight with your best friend. (sometimes a lot, sometimes not at all)
You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. (it does happen and often you don't really realize how deep the scars go)
You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. (probably more than once; for me at least...and you will thank God for the memories...)
Losing The Battle
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I can't believe half the things happening around me. Yeah, so my friends chided me for being so damned paranoid about everything feeling so good. Enjoy life when you can, they said. Learn to just be happy! But I'm glad I didn't. I have good instincts. Or maybe I'm just unlucky and used to it. Whatever it is... I'm glad I responded to the hunch.
Life's a strange thing, riles you up..builds you so high you can barely see where you came from and is even faster to bring you down, falling - bruising - hurting - cover you under the mess. Until you suffocate. Or if you're lucky... you'll crawl back out.
Oh how could I be so stupid? Again and again and again?? I knew what I was walking into and I stayed there fully aware of the consequences! FULLY AWARE! I have only myself to blame and that is probably what hurts the most because anger can have a anesthetic effect... and I can't exactly be angry with myself. No with me, I'll simply be humiliated - and stay that way. The truth is that you can't hate yourself; not really... even suicide is to make you feel better which you wouldnt't do if you simply hated you eh? Humiliation is more of a torture though - when you are ashamed to be yourself.
"Mikamaa hedhi nun hey mihen vee" - not a philosophy I really believe. Sure I say that too, but honestly I know it's me. No one forces anyone to do anything, say anything, be with anyone... you do it yourself. Because the truth is that it's what you wanted for yourself. At the time at least.
I just knew things wouldn't last very long. I hate being right though. I wish life would just go to being okay. I wish I could find the strength to move on from everything that is pulling me down. Being distant isn't enough... if you've let something bother you, it will until you really draw the closure. Open to a peek isn't really effective, least not for me.
Life's a strange thing, riles you up..builds you so high you can barely see where you came from and is even faster to bring you down, falling - bruising - hurting - cover you under the mess. Until you suffocate. Or if you're lucky... you'll crawl back out.
Oh how could I be so stupid? Again and again and again?? I knew what I was walking into and I stayed there fully aware of the consequences! FULLY AWARE! I have only myself to blame and that is probably what hurts the most because anger can have a anesthetic effect... and I can't exactly be angry with myself. No with me, I'll simply be humiliated - and stay that way. The truth is that you can't hate yourself; not really... even suicide is to make you feel better which you wouldnt't do if you simply hated you eh? Humiliation is more of a torture though - when you are ashamed to be yourself.
"Mikamaa hedhi nun hey mihen vee" - not a philosophy I really believe. Sure I say that too, but honestly I know it's me. No one forces anyone to do anything, say anything, be with anyone... you do it yourself. Because the truth is that it's what you wanted for yourself. At the time at least.
I just knew things wouldn't last very long. I hate being right though. I wish life would just go to being okay. I wish I could find the strength to move on from everything that is pulling me down. Being distant isn't enough... if you've let something bother you, it will until you really draw the closure. Open to a peek isn't really effective, least not for me.
Studious People...
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Knowledge is a funny thing isn't it. Some people learn for the sake of earning... and some do it because they want to achieve fame and success... very few actually learn for the sake of learning, because they enjoy what they learn every day. Or maybe, we don't actually ever end up studying what truly motivates us. See, I'm headed towards an LLB that I don't even want to do. Whereas, whenever I sit in a literature or journalism class, I'm there because I absolutely want to be there.
Yeah, it's pretty nerdy, but I have always loved reading, writing, learning languages. I don't mind a bit of history, a bit of psychology, hell - writers/journalists are a bit of a jack of all trades. In the sense; they need to understand the jargon and really get the gist of well, everything! I have fun dissecting Shakespeare and applying language symbolism into say, a marketing/advertisement campaign. I know it's utterly ridiculous to many people but I love everything to do with language - learning, teaching and application.
I honestly believe that few people respect knowledge in its purest form. Walk into a social setting; say a bar for instance. People interact, meet and build relationships in places like this, all over the world. When you first meet someone, it is very likely you would end up on a semi-personal topic like work, studies and interests. People are not always inclined to be honest, I myself have been from stay at home Mom to Company Lawyer - it's a interesting kick to fit into a new role for just a night. Playing pretend perhaps? The adult way.
In any case you would at least have observed such interactions and what words are exchanged. Have you notice how different the reactions can be when someone is introduced to a lawyer as opposed to an actress? It's social stereotyping I guess. How bizzare does I have a MD in classic Greek literature actually sound? People do study it though, but you are most inclined to chuckle - what are you going to do with THAT on your CV right? Yet the institution of education is as old has humanity itself. For all these many centuries knowledge has been recognized and respected for what it is, a collection of information and skills in an area of expertise or many areas of expertise. Where on earth is this way of thinking, how come we don't practise it anymore? Education is the right of every living human and one must learn to respect the virtues and the talents of others.
Yeah, it's pretty nerdy, but I have always loved reading, writing, learning languages. I don't mind a bit of history, a bit of psychology, hell - writers/journalists are a bit of a jack of all trades. In the sense; they need to understand the jargon and really get the gist of well, everything! I have fun dissecting Shakespeare and applying language symbolism into say, a marketing/advertisement campaign. I know it's utterly ridiculous to many people but I love everything to do with language - learning, teaching and application.
I honestly believe that few people respect knowledge in its purest form. Walk into a social setting; say a bar for instance. People interact, meet and build relationships in places like this, all over the world. When you first meet someone, it is very likely you would end up on a semi-personal topic like work, studies and interests. People are not always inclined to be honest, I myself have been from stay at home Mom to Company Lawyer - it's a interesting kick to fit into a new role for just a night. Playing pretend perhaps? The adult way.
In any case you would at least have observed such interactions and what words are exchanged. Have you notice how different the reactions can be when someone is introduced to a lawyer as opposed to an actress? It's social stereotyping I guess. How bizzare does I have a MD in classic Greek literature actually sound? People do study it though, but you are most inclined to chuckle - what are you going to do with THAT on your CV right? Yet the institution of education is as old has humanity itself. For all these many centuries knowledge has been recognized and respected for what it is, a collection of information and skills in an area of expertise or many areas of expertise. Where on earth is this way of thinking, how come we don't practise it anymore? Education is the right of every living human and one must learn to respect the virtues and the talents of others.
My Perfect Man
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I found the strangest document lying around in my photo album today... Something I wrote somewhere in Grade 8, describing one of my then favorite day dreams - my perfect prince charming who would of course ride in and save me from my otherwise disastrous fate! It is so absolutely ridiculous and hilarious that I had to publish it here.
This is what it says:
Looks: Tall, fair and handsome with straight hair and brown eyes and a really nice smile preferably with dimples and a hot bod to follow that up with good abs like a six pack or something.
Personality: He should be a proper man, someone who isn't afraid to admit emotions and is really manly at the same time, should have enough money to live properly and should have a respectable reputation. Love bad boys who turn good, but got to have limits with that too. He should be 100% honest always, and should be kind and generous and love kids too. Should be considerate about my feelings. Should be educated and very intellectual and have a great sense of humor as well, coming from a good background and family is a extra good point too. Have to be able to get along with my family and friends as well, social and got lots of class and charm.
OMG!!! Such a man does not exist. Talk about the vanity here, man ... as if I am that perfect to command such attributes from my partner.
Anyway, here is the current version of that:
1. Make me laugh
2. Be willing to laugh with me
3. Give me a little alone time with him, of his own will :)
This is what it says:
Looks: Tall, fair and handsome with straight hair and brown eyes and a really nice smile preferably with dimples and a hot bod to follow that up with good abs like a six pack or something.
Personality: He should be a proper man, someone who isn't afraid to admit emotions and is really manly at the same time, should have enough money to live properly and should have a respectable reputation. Love bad boys who turn good, but got to have limits with that too. He should be 100% honest always, and should be kind and generous and love kids too. Should be considerate about my feelings. Should be educated and very intellectual and have a great sense of humor as well, coming from a good background and family is a extra good point too. Have to be able to get along with my family and friends as well, social and got lots of class and charm.
OMG!!! Such a man does not exist. Talk about the vanity here, man ... as if I am that perfect to command such attributes from my partner.
Anyway, here is the current version of that:
1. Make me laugh
2. Be willing to laugh with me
3. Give me a little alone time with him, of his own will :)
We all thought love, lasts forever...
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For every woman who is in a relationship with a guy afraid of commitment or someone who is totally insecure about you, my advice is to stop bitching to your girl friends on how shitty men are it is totally not going to get you anywhere. In fact, the reason you are in so much shit is because of women in the first place.
Not that I'm much of a Freud supporter, I do think he is a spoilt, ungrateful brat who blamed his mother for all the shit he went through and did nothing about it - HOWEVER I also think that its probably very true that mistrust and suspicion comes from incidents witness from the home environment, if it is not that some chick came and broke his heart when he was naive, sixteen and totally 'twitterpated'. Chances are pretty high that he mended his broken pieces and swore on his dead body that he would NEVER be that stupid again.
You've been there too? Well, men are not as forgiving especially of themselves as you may be. And there is always ego and pride to overcome. If you do darling, don't throw it away, thats a pretty big deal sacrifice wise from a man, do me a favor and be respectful even when you have to let him go, at least for the sake of the next poor girl who falls head over heels for him and gets maltreated simply because YOU were so fucking rude.
Back to the bitching thing, anyways... chicks are gonna be totally biased on your side, and though that can feel really good and liberating, the fact of the matter is that a relationship takes two to make or break it... thus, please don't rely on a 'girl you rule' to simply throw away something meaningful, nor is it plausible cause to plan out elaborate ball-chopping revenge plans either! Harmless bitching is one thing, and you using it as an excuse to give him and undeserved hard time is a totally different scenario!
Your friends can tell you what they feel, but the decision should be yours. Too much (and this applies to younger generations of both sexes... ) reliance on a high powered, hormone charged scream fest as motivation can very likely ruin some of the best things that have happened to you.
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I feel like a old hag, but my little cousins talking about love and lovers is just wierd to my ears and I can't believe I'm talking to my older sis about these things and this little brat feels that she knows everything already when she butts in... so wierd. :P Okay, I know, I was her not so long ago, but still!!! Hehehe, the cycle of life... MAAAAAN... I was just discussing this with PurpleFalho... we just can't get over how fast kids are growing up these days.. I mean 13... Wow... I wasn't thinking about anything sexual those days!!
Maybe we just supressed it all... Maybe it's all related to the psychological theory - stages of life and everybody is over exposed to the oral sensory and anal sensory part(0-2 is oral, when kids put everything in their mouth and anal is 2-3 when kids spend lotsa time in the bathroom and toilet training begins. The psycho dudes say its due to a membrane in the anal region that induces feelings of intense pleasure and thats when our body discovers this)... back to what I was saying. It's all rather strange.
They fall in love at 16 and want to be married by 18 and you try to tell them its always love at 16 but they simply WILL NOT believe you... and then you predict what will happen as they change and evolve and their personalitites usually take opposite and radical turns... and then they come and cry on your lap... and you tell them it's okay been their done thta. Come 18 they think it really is love this time and you hear lots of 'well Thitha what the hell do you know??' (which is when you feel really ancient).... and then the cycle just goes on. LOL, you want to teach them but the simply won't listen just like you didn't either simply coz life requires we do our own individual fucking up before we come full circle :)
LOL... we lose faith in everything and spend the rest of our life trying to find it and keep it strong... wow, we start out planning life to our retirement, go back to living a day at a time, and somehow try intergrate both together. Ya... humans are complex arrite!!!
Anyway... check out this sweet video from a little boy (loabi kan!!!) who was dissed by his cheating girlfriend... (awwwww...)
Not that I'm much of a Freud supporter, I do think he is a spoilt, ungrateful brat who blamed his mother for all the shit he went through and did nothing about it - HOWEVER I also think that its probably very true that mistrust and suspicion comes from incidents witness from the home environment, if it is not that some chick came and broke his heart when he was naive, sixteen and totally 'twitterpated'. Chances are pretty high that he mended his broken pieces and swore on his dead body that he would NEVER be that stupid again.
You've been there too? Well, men are not as forgiving especially of themselves as you may be. And there is always ego and pride to overcome. If you do darling, don't throw it away, thats a pretty big deal sacrifice wise from a man, do me a favor and be respectful even when you have to let him go, at least for the sake of the next poor girl who falls head over heels for him and gets maltreated simply because YOU were so fucking rude.
Back to the bitching thing, anyways... chicks are gonna be totally biased on your side, and though that can feel really good and liberating, the fact of the matter is that a relationship takes two to make or break it... thus, please don't rely on a 'girl you rule' to simply throw away something meaningful, nor is it plausible cause to plan out elaborate ball-chopping revenge plans either! Harmless bitching is one thing, and you using it as an excuse to give him and undeserved hard time is a totally different scenario!
Your friends can tell you what they feel, but the decision should be yours. Too much (and this applies to younger generations of both sexes... ) reliance on a high powered, hormone charged scream fest as motivation can very likely ruin some of the best things that have happened to you.
>>>>
I feel like a old hag, but my little cousins talking about love and lovers is just wierd to my ears and I can't believe I'm talking to my older sis about these things and this little brat feels that she knows everything already when she butts in... so wierd. :P Okay, I know, I was her not so long ago, but still!!! Hehehe, the cycle of life... MAAAAAN... I was just discussing this with PurpleFalho... we just can't get over how fast kids are growing up these days.. I mean 13... Wow... I wasn't thinking about anything sexual those days!!
Maybe we just supressed it all... Maybe it's all related to the psychological theory - stages of life and everybody is over exposed to the oral sensory and anal sensory part(0-2 is oral, when kids put everything in their mouth and anal is 2-3 when kids spend lotsa time in the bathroom and toilet training begins. The psycho dudes say its due to a membrane in the anal region that induces feelings of intense pleasure and thats when our body discovers this)... back to what I was saying. It's all rather strange.
They fall in love at 16 and want to be married by 18 and you try to tell them its always love at 16 but they simply WILL NOT believe you... and then you predict what will happen as they change and evolve and their personalitites usually take opposite and radical turns... and then they come and cry on your lap... and you tell them it's okay been their done thta. Come 18 they think it really is love this time and you hear lots of 'well Thitha what the hell do you know??' (which is when you feel really ancient).... and then the cycle just goes on. LOL, you want to teach them but the simply won't listen just like you didn't either simply coz life requires we do our own individual fucking up before we come full circle :)
LOL... we lose faith in everything and spend the rest of our life trying to find it and keep it strong... wow, we start out planning life to our retirement, go back to living a day at a time, and somehow try intergrate both together. Ya... humans are complex arrite!!!
Anyway... check out this sweet video from a little boy (loabi kan!!!) who was dissed by his cheating girlfriend... (awwwww...)
Lurve, Lurve me do!
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So I feel like continuing the oh-so-damned tagging :P and finishing up with the 3 things I love as directed by foniboki...
3 things I totally love...
1.My baby sister (Ok, not a 'thing' but you know)
2.My best friends
3.My guitar
To regular blogging again;
I don't like secrecy or suprises. I feel like I'm being conned in some sorta wierd conspiracy whenever something like that is going on. Maybe I'm just extra ordinarily inquisitive a.k.a insecure... :P Whatever it is, it is just not something I like at all.
My old friend is crashing with me this weekend while my sis is busy tanning her lil butt in Penang... It's fun, we get to catch up on really old times and sort out lotsa lil confusions. Last night we went to watch the movie Transformers and it was wicked... I swear, that yellow Camaron is such a turn on!!!
The shots are beautiful, effects are damn cool and the plot is totally shit - it IS based on a cartoon after all, but you know the whole thing is so fantastic you just don't care either... AAAH, it was a good movie. And I was making fun of the whole thing all this time, saying it was for all the lil boys who just won't grow up... There is this HOT military guy in it too...and the heroine is hot too... infact the hero is the only real GEEK :P in the whole thing...
I swear though, the whole thing centrals around an ad in Ebday?? Gimme a break. And the world is under seige but America is the first place they wanna play around with? Ello? I mean DUH, the Japanese are just too technologically advanced and shit like that so aliens what, prefer to be around the idiots of the world?? :/ Didn't like that part, but yeah... it's HOLLYWOOD.
3 things I totally love...
1.My baby sister (Ok, not a 'thing' but you know)
2.My best friends
3.My guitar
To regular blogging again;
I don't like secrecy or suprises. I feel like I'm being conned in some sorta wierd conspiracy whenever something like that is going on. Maybe I'm just extra ordinarily inquisitive a.k.a insecure... :P Whatever it is, it is just not something I like at all.
My old friend is crashing with me this weekend while my sis is busy tanning her lil butt in Penang... It's fun, we get to catch up on really old times and sort out lotsa lil confusions. Last night we went to watch the movie Transformers and it was wicked... I swear, that yellow Camaron is such a turn on!!!
The shots are beautiful, effects are damn cool and the plot is totally shit - it IS based on a cartoon after all, but you know the whole thing is so fantastic you just don't care either... AAAH, it was a good movie. And I was making fun of the whole thing all this time, saying it was for all the lil boys who just won't grow up... There is this HOT military guy in it too...and the heroine is hot too... infact the hero is the only real GEEK :P in the whole thing...
I swear though, the whole thing centrals around an ad in Ebday?? Gimme a break. And the world is under seige but America is the first place they wanna play around with? Ello? I mean DUH, the Japanese are just too technologically advanced and shit like that so aliens what, prefer to be around the idiots of the world?? :/ Didn't like that part, but yeah... it's HOLLYWOOD.
I was tagged by Green!
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HAH! I have friends too :P ... I have been tagged. ROFL
So lets get this over with...
Three things I can't do
1. Change the past or avoid the future
2. Follow rules 0:>
3. Shut out people I care about, even when it's better that I do so
Three things that I can do
1. Hide stuff about me (everyone has a right to their own privacy!)
2. Dance(Okay, I think I can :P) and party hard!!!
3. Cook!!! (Fer shizzle!)
Oooh, what scares me...
1. Crocodiles
2. Blindness
3. Loosing the people I love.
3 things I absolutely hate... (Just 3??? Alhey... LOL)
1. Waiting in lines and queues
2. Racism, Sexism....
3. Judgemental Hyprocrites
That would be it...
Ima tag... Velvette, Nadu and Zoe
So lets get this over with...
Three things I can't do
1. Change the past or avoid the future
2. Follow rules 0:>
3. Shut out people I care about, even when it's better that I do so
Three things that I can do
1. Hide stuff about me (everyone has a right to their own privacy!)
2. Dance(Okay, I think I can :P) and party hard!!!
3. Cook!!! (Fer shizzle!)
Oooh, what scares me...
1. Crocodiles
2. Blindness
3. Loosing the people I love.
3 things I absolutely hate... (Just 3??? Alhey... LOL)
1. Waiting in lines and queues
2. Racism, Sexism....
3. Judgemental Hyprocrites
That would be it...
Ima tag... Velvette, Nadu and Zoe
delta- 6-tetrahydrocannabinol [da lowdown]
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First of all, you guys should check out these links...
http://www.stopaddiction.com/marijuana_hash.html#
http://www.stopaddiction.com/narconon_drugs_marijuana.html#
http://www.stopaddiction.com/marijuana_history.html#
http://www.stopaddiction.com/marijuana_timeline.html
http://www.stopaddiction.com/marijuana_addiction.html
This whole piece of writing is solely dedicated to the stupidity of reality :P
"Some users also mix marijuana into foods or use it to brew tea."
Oooh guys, lets have a tea party... *WINK* :P
"The Muslims too used it recreationally for alcohol consumption was banned by the Koran. It was the Muslims who introduced hashish, whose popularity spread quickly throughout 12th century Persia (Iran) and North Africa."
What??? Our Muslim brothers?? Cannot be lah... they would never! Pis pis pis...
"These marijuana establishments were tolerated by the authorities because marijuana was not illegal and patrons showed no evidence of making a nuisance of themselves or disturbing the community. Marijuana was not considered a social threat."
Loabivaa parteys... good news... your ancestors didn't rob old buggers on the street on knife point, nice to see that you are smarter. :P
"Now, NIDA-supported researchers at McLean Hospital in Belmont, Massachusetts, and Columbia University in New York City have shown that individuals who regularly smoke marijuana experience withdrawal symptoms after they stop smoking the drug."
Nooney nooney, you should still stick to saying that it's not inducing dependence. Say that after the 15th blunt of the day and I will kick your sorry ass elsewhere! Seriously... some people... dependence is exactly what it is - dependence... psychological or physical!
There is a difference between the occasional partying and the inability to pass 8 straight hours without stuff... Neither is particularly unfavorable... but one must differentiate these things!
http://www.stopaddiction.com/marijuana_hash.html#
http://www.stopaddiction.com/narconon_drugs_marijuana.html#
http://www.stopaddiction.com/marijuana_history.html#
http://www.stopaddiction.com/marijuana_timeline.html
http://www.stopaddiction.com/marijuana_addiction.html
This whole piece of writing is solely dedicated to the stupidity of reality :P
"Some users also mix marijuana into foods or use it to brew tea."
Oooh guys, lets have a tea party... *WINK* :P
"The Muslims too used it recreationally for alcohol consumption was banned by the Koran. It was the Muslims who introduced hashish, whose popularity spread quickly throughout 12th century Persia (Iran) and North Africa."
What??? Our Muslim brothers?? Cannot be lah... they would never! Pis pis pis...
"These marijuana establishments were tolerated by the authorities because marijuana was not illegal and patrons showed no evidence of making a nuisance of themselves or disturbing the community. Marijuana was not considered a social threat."
Loabivaa parteys... good news... your ancestors didn't rob old buggers on the street on knife point, nice to see that you are smarter. :P
"Now, NIDA-supported researchers at McLean Hospital in Belmont, Massachusetts, and Columbia University in New York City have shown that individuals who regularly smoke marijuana experience withdrawal symptoms after they stop smoking the drug."
Nooney nooney, you should still stick to saying that it's not inducing dependence. Say that after the 15th blunt of the day and I will kick your sorry ass elsewhere! Seriously... some people... dependence is exactly what it is - dependence... psychological or physical!
There is a difference between the occasional partying and the inability to pass 8 straight hours without stuff... Neither is particularly unfavorable... but one must differentiate these things!
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