Complaint

What IS the matter with people?

Why can't they ever be content with the way things are? Why can't they ever appreciate the GOOD things and shove the rest to the back? Why can't they SILENTLY analyse the cause of the not-so-good things in their lives (if they HAVE to think about it)? Why do they have to burden their friends/family/strangers they meet on public buses or even non-living books and guitars with their worries? Why do people have to "vent out" their ever so complicated feelings? Why do they have to subject unwanted on-lookers to stories of their (apparently) miserable lives? Why can't they let go? Why do they make complete idiots of themselves by trusting someone enough to confide in them and that they won't get bored, while unknowingly risking the same people heave a sigh of relief everytime they manage a conversation without complaints? Why do they have "Rant blogs" and even NAME them so? Why do they wallow in self-pity and expect (rather, want) others to pity them as well? Why do they breakdown at the slightest provocation and label themselves 'sensitive' instead of calling themselves fools? Why do people use the word 'emo' (this is honestly beyond me!)?

Why? Why do they never cease to complain? Why can't they just be alright, if not happy and stop whining, if not start smiling?

Random thoughts

Hello.
I'm upset! First people nagger me for months that I don't blog anymore, and now that I am doing it, no one bothers to read! HMPH! But hell, it's my blog. For me. So yes, I will continue to post.

I think. Yes, I do! I think a lot. A lot of random things. So these are some of the things/thoughts that've kept me occupied in the past few days:

-Ctrl Z
Another one of those options that would be great in reality. It could be used for a bad haircut, a hangover, a bad relationship or even to cure death! Imagine the Grim Reaper having to face to the utility of Ctrl Z. I mean, he would have gone through all this effort to plan your death and get you into an accident, and after you crash your buddy goes, "Oops! Ctrl Z"!

-The Ghost:
Things you thought you'd burried, get unearthed so easily. Defences you'd built, let you down. Wounds you thought were healed, make you cry again.

Just for a moment. When the ghost visits.

-Watching a bunch of boys roar over a violent game of Foosball is a very easy way to rid yourself of stress.

-When things have changed so much, and you wish you could go back in time to there and then. And you know it will never be the same. That's one kind of pain.

-The only thing a friend said to me about the dreams he's been having:

"I don't know. In the morning, it's another day. I try to relive the stories of the night but they always seem to have flown away. But while they lasted in the night, I tell you, I lived like no human had lived before." Must've been a beautiful dream to put it that beautifully :).

-I want my life to be a film. I want to save someone's life. I want to survive a calamity. I want to be madly in love. I want to fight Evil. I want to stand up all alone. I want to make the world laugh with me and cry with me. I want a life extraordinary. I want to stand at the helm of the world's biggest ship and scream "I'm the king (Queen?) of the world!"

-Alice in chains. Ethereal.

-Chris Cornell. He is just..just so..Damn!

-Strawberries n cream! :

-The beach.

Ok there's a lot more, but I think I'll just go and watch Fever Pitch now. Very mushy mood, yes.

Now only if you wish you hadn't read this post and wasted time...Oops! The Ctrl Z doesn't work, does it? See what I mean.

Sheesh! Reality Sucks.

Nothing

Haha I love this cartoon!

Will you ever know ? -Dec 04, 2.55 A.M.

"They ask me how you are. And I nod, I wonder if they understand. They probably don't. I don't yet either. Maybe you do, you ought to. You generally have a reason, or so I'd like to believe.


Your laughter doesn't ring in my ears anymore, neither does your scent linger in my nose. Your images don't flash past my eyes, I don't even feel you watch me dance. I guess I'm just lying.
People close to me look askance when I try to talk. People I don't like, are all ears. And my soul screams out, not a sound escaping my body..

Will you ever know how I watch the horizon for a sign of my lost cowboy to come in riding through the sun ?

Will you ever know how I manage to have a constant smile, knowing it'll vanish the minute i turn away?

Will you ever know that you are among the few people I have forgiven for making me cry myself to sleep ?

Will you ever know how difficult it is to wake up on an empty stomach and find yourself abandoned ? Will you ever... "

The pen slipped from her hands, as she slipped out of herself..

the boy - Dec 03, 7.56 P.M.

ah. It's him.
the boy who walks into class like the devil himself drove him to college
the boy whose very smile hides a sneer of disdain, of adorable contempt
the boy who pretends to have no idea what you're talking about, and still manages to look cutely clueless
the boy who makes every junior wish she were hotter and every senior wish she were younger
the boy whose eyes crinkle with delight at the sight of the forbidden
the boy who is kind to wasps who don't harm him but brutal to women who love him
the boy who despises lies, except his own
the boy who is mysterious to strangers, and unfathomable to his friends
the boy who is intolerant to selective serious people, probably because they are the ones he can't outdo
the boy who is hypocrytical with a smile, and genuine with an arrogance
the boy who really is.. still a boy.

Tearjerkers

Why now?
why now, when i need you not,
why now, when i have another sought?
why now, when i love another,
you say we are made for each other?
why now, when i love you no more,
you say you want me evermore?
why now, when i'm so torn
you pretend to be lovelorn?
why now, you say you want me back,
strength to resist is all i lack?
why now, when loyalty is a necessity
you fill my heart with pity?
why now, when i ceased to care,
you give me reason to be aware?
why now, when it's too late
you want us to finally relate?
why now, when i have to say "good-bye",
you propose hopes that are so high?
Why now?
Why now?



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Loving you gives me nothing but pain.
My insanity lies in the fact that
I would go through as much pain as it takes,
just to be with you.
That's how much i love you
That's how much i need you..

introspection

Have you ever sat in a room full of people chattering away to you and others, and just for a moment experienced emptiness followed by a gush of thoughts completely different ?
I have.
I told Sarah just today that i've never written a poem in my life.
I don't know whether to call it a poem, but this is just something I wrote during my 10th grade, when I was seated in a never-ending chemistry class. I think that chemistry class happened to be right after a wonderful 40 minutes of studying Julius Caesar. So obviously, I was inspired. lol.


It's so quiet around
as the noise plugs my ears,
it's so dark around
as the array of colours veils my eyes,
it's strange how the being is capable
of isolating and blocking out.
Even as i am bound to my seat,
there's no leash on my mind.