tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415911693699372162024-03-18T21:18:49.495-07:00AUDEN SPARKSNot about anything super duper specific.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-57519911726292782072013-07-05T00:06:00.001-07:002013-07-05T00:06:49.595-07:00The Helmet Project - 2 Wheels And The Road: Manali To Leh- Ladakh : Heights Of Paradise !<a href="http://helmetproject.blogspot.com/2013/07/manali-to-leh-ladakh-heights-of-paradise.html?spref=bl">The Helmet Project - 2 Wheels And The Road: Manali To Leh- Ladakh : Heights Of Paradise !</a>: Conquerors on two wheels of this mighty - high adrenaline journey pronounce " You'll never be the same again after your first rid...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-32491461289515885572011-11-27T03:35:00.001-08:002011-11-27T03:37:07.757-08:00I love me!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have never dieted before, and no matter how many times i say I would diet, I don't. because i know that i don't need to diet. I just need to eat healthier. I once weighed myself and found that my weight, in relation to my height, i just made it into the "healthy" range.<br />
<br />
I understand that people need to diet<br />
I understand that some people need too.<br />
<br />
I understand that some people will never think they are skinny enough<br />
I understand<br />
I really do.<br />
<br />
I understand that some people think they're fat.<br />
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What I don't get is my friends, who think they're fat.<br />
When they're not!!<br />
They are the proportioned. None of them needs to go on a diet.<br />
Maybe eating healthier like me, but not on a full on diet where they want to lose 10 kgs.<br />
This is not what i want my friends to be (I'm sorry, but i don't)<br />
i want them to love the body they have<br />
I want them to cherish their bodies<br />
What they have, and what they don't have.<br />
You can't enjoy life at the fullest, if you don't love yourself.<br />
You can't expect people to love you, if you first don't love yourself.<br />
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I dont think I can hang out and eat with people who counts the calories in everything they eat.<br />
it's annoying<br />
and I won't be able to enjoy myself.<br />
That's not how I want my night out to be- where I can't enjoy my steak because the person in front of me is only eating salad and counting the calories in every tomato that they put in their mouth.<br />
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self-confidence<br />
to love oneself<br />
<br />
that is what I want.<br />
I have just began to love the way I am.<br />
I wish that people around me will love the way they are too.<br />
Embrace what your mama gave you~</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-3626025473612182282011-05-11T22:40:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:31:48.027-07:00Pure Dilemma ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It feels weird when i look down now and see this blue thing- i wonder what it is, than remember 'oh wait, i got my freaken belly pierced!!!'</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">how ridiculous is that?!?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">this is me we're talking about</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the "innocent" girl</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(in quotation marks because seriously, i don't think i'm as innocent as you guys thought i was... but hey, i rather the title of innocent than something like "slutty" or something along those lines)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">it feels so weird~!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i can feel like,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and now i'm extra cautious </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and i'm freaken sitting up straight now</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i'm wondering why my parents hasn't caught on yet and asked why the freak i'm sitting so proper and moving around so weirdly- like not bending over </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and why am i covering my stomach with my hands a lot- like am i pregnant or something?!?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">but then... i just got onto my monthly thing... so whatever my mum thought- she might just've thought that it is because of that now.. >.<</span><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-44220207224177409912011-03-22T10:09:00.000-07:002011-03-22T10:09:13.933-07:00Keep guessing...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have a feeling that people thinks differently about me.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have a feeling that they think i've already... umm... slept with someone i guess.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Not because of the way i dress...</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiinzF1a-G1YUACYOPnwPeazeUcOsmexWsTU0NE0SK04ZT5LWG-qLRK84PfLE8lLZNlRItI5nqZu8BgOtbEIKvkpLWCyNShXwz9KT2u8aW1GqE9j-0rEBF2vy-tyBhnpoPPxSVrlvsqCT8/s1600/keep_quiet_by_firemisha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiinzF1a-G1YUACYOPnwPeazeUcOsmexWsTU0NE0SK04ZT5LWG-qLRK84PfLE8lLZNlRItI5nqZu8BgOtbEIKvkpLWCyNShXwz9KT2u8aW1GqE9j-0rEBF2vy-tyBhnpoPPxSVrlvsqCT8/s320/keep_quiet_by_firemisha.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">but because of what comes out of my mouth.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I mean, in this day an age, you won't find much people who hasn't done it. It's pretty much assumed that everyone has... and that with the people i hang out with, talking about it is no shame, out in the open where everyone can hear.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And though my friends around me knows the truth (and they still talk to me and ask me question.. and i just answer with a blank look)... but others, especially guys who i have just met in recent months don't know.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And when the topic arises... let's just say i dont say anything. I will just continue with the conversation, because i think telling them is more awkward than pretending that i have. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Should I tell them?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I remember we were having dinner with a couple of guys, and we were playing a game similar to "I've never".. and the guys found out and were surprise that we haven't...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">but what will they think of me if i tell them? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It gets to the point where they ask what types of guys i like.. HOW WILL I KNOW?!? I DONT KNOW ANYTHING!!</span><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-12764092907557295892010-06-28T09:58:00.000-07:002010-06-28T09:58:43.935-07:00'wtfrick!!' wat do i do?!?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #1b0431; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 16px; text-decoration: underline;"><br />
</span></h3><div class="post-header"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Just had a mini freak out when the computer screen turned blue and started hurting my eyes.<br />
I had no clue what happened<br />
One second it was normal,<br />
than i stretched out my legs, gently hit some cords at the back of the computer, and the computer screen turned blue.<br />
And then some fiddling around, the screen turned black..<br />
and since i was home alone, i didn't know what had happened, and what i'm suppose to do.<br />
<br />
Thank gosh it was only a small thing, and i managed to get the computer back on and in normal colour.<br />
But what would happen if it was something BIG?!? something MAJOR<br />
like a total collapse of the computer, it being frozen, i lost a major document and needed to get it back, or a virus??<br />
<br />
Me and technology just does not go together- hell, i can't even work the iphone. Just trying to find a webpage on that stupid little phone equals to major tantrums and screams. And enjoyable moment for others watching me, but it just increases my stress level by a couple of notches.<br />
<br />
I can't even get my phone to connect to the computer so i can transfer music over!!<br />
<br />
So... after this mini-freakout of mine, thank you aly for being on the other side of the cyber conversation for me to freak out on. Sadly, like me, Aly isn't pro-technology either. (Shhh.. but she didn't know how to print screen and copy and move it around on microsoft document...)<br />
I decided that i have to go into some sort of computer course, to tell me what a tower is, and whats a gigabite, and a mega bite, and what ever other terms the computer world uses.<br />
<br />
And while we're on it-<br />
I need to do a car course- ie, how to change tyres in case one gets flat<br />
- oil and water check and change<br />
- how to put the number of RACQ into your phone<br />
- how to open my hood =P<br />
- how to wax on and off<br />
- how to clean car<br />
(ok, the last two are stupid. whatever)</span></span></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-32809521186432328302010-03-24T08:51:00.000-07:002010-03-24T08:51:33.795-07:00LOL!! :)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">things i have found out recently:<br />
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1/ being at a pub is no fun when you're not drinking<br />
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2/ somehow, my car is the place for 18+ talks<br />
<br />
3/ never trust dad with being in charge with the camera<br />
<br />
4/ you should really not put all your time in work over assignmenting<br />
<br />
5/ that i can actually wait tables and not be disgusted everytime i touch other people's rubbish<br />
<br />
6/ human beings are a filthy bunch of people<br />
<br />
7/ and lazy<br />
<br />
8/should really put her clothes away the moment they come back from being washed, instead of just chucking it on top of her bed...<br />
<br />
9/ should really do her assignment...</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-17783206884062390162010-03-11T07:57:00.000-08:002010-03-11T07:57:09.500-08:00Earth Hour<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">Earth Hour is once again upon us.<br />
And i heed this call to ask everyone to participate.<br />
<br />
It's been a couple of years since this event happen, and </span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">I remember when i first participated. I didn't think I could, knowing my parents who wouldn't want to turn of their lights even just for an hour as they didn't see the point of it.<br />
But that year... my parents got invited to a relatives wedding, and my brother and sister weren't home.<br />
So i used that opportunity to join in the festivities.<br />
<br />
For an hour that night, i turned off all the lights. I turned off the computer, the tv. I switched everything off, and lit a candle.<br />
For that one hour, I was in heaven.<br />
For you see, part of the reason of me doing it was that i like living in the dark. I always wish for my house to have a black out when it is storming. I love the smell of candles, I love seeing everything in a different light. I love it how all family members has the time to sit down and do something together- no distractions, either playing a game, or talking to each other, or just being in each other presence.<br />
I might be weird, who knows... I don't care.<br />
<br />
But still...<br />
Though this is still a reason of why I want to participate in Earth Hour, I am now more environmentally aware. I know what's happening to our Earth (and though some can argue about it... but sppff you, this is my blog, and this is my opinion)<br />
but seriously, I don't see why everyone can't see it...<br />
<br />
While looking around the Earth Hour website, I decided to find out my </span></span></span><a href="http://www.earthhour.org.au/earth-hour-wwf/footprint-calculator/footprint-calculator" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">Ecological Footprint</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">. It's pretty much finding out how many planets it takes to support our lifestyle.<br />
If everyone lived the way I do, we'll need 2.5 planet Earths to provide enough resources.<br />
Which, as i'm happy to announce, is lower than the last time i checked. I'm pretty sure the last time i did i got 2.7 or something.<br />
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I also watched the clip that it had. I think it's pretty cool, just watchin all these famous landmark turn dark. I think it's pretty looking. I feel a sense of connectivity. Knowing that I am part of the millions who are doing the same thing, all working towards the same goal. By just flicking the little switch, we are all saying something.</span></span></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-26266979396924553792010-03-09T08:37:00.000-08:002010-03-09T08:37:47.300-08:00Rains....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5hqeXaD390vBfkJftF-R10SzYqEPZo1SekpBVdh-n2csdT-zpJfb7lSYw9Y06ehSusk6SEioPrazDjMuRiK3LpKsOBZxerX_90kbSDAJ4rM6IfPw2K09pUJSvELosonPjtgOpTNTezOo/s1600-h/puddle.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5hqeXaD390vBfkJftF-R10SzYqEPZo1SekpBVdh-n2csdT-zpJfb7lSYw9Y06ehSusk6SEioPrazDjMuRiK3LpKsOBZxerX_90kbSDAJ4rM6IfPw2K09pUJSvELosonPjtgOpTNTezOo/s320/puddle.png" /></a></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">i love the rain<br />
because when i look up at the darken sky, and the rain falls onto my face<br />
it reminds me of sad things that is happening in my life.<br />
I use to cry to sleep.<br />
and it wasn't a good habit.<br />
And when my life is at the very bottom, i would cry to sleep every night.<br />
I can admit it now, to everyone on here, to strangers, and most of all, to my friends.<br />
I use to cry myself to sleep sometimes.<br />
<br />
But i don't do it anymore. Coz i know it's bad for my health.<br />
But I can't just keep it in, and not let it out, because that's also bad for my health.<br />
And so the opportunity comes when the rains fall down.<br />
<br />
I'm not being emo, though i might sound like one.<br />
And please don't go up to me and ask if i'm ok, because that will just piss me off.<br />
Me sitting in the rain enables me to ponder about my life- what has happen, how i could fix it, what will happen, how i can make it happen.<br />
<br />
The rain not only makes me think of sad things that has happened in my life, it also makes me think of the wonderful joyful childhood that I had.<br />
Why? When I was little, and it rained really hard, but not storming, my parents would let me and my brother and sister go outside and play in the rain. Screw getting sick afterwards. We were the only people outside, jumping into paddles, screaming, running around.. it was fun. I also wish for it to rain so that I could go outside and have fun.<br />
Childhood years were fun, i wish i could get them back again.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-19977909796069258872010-03-07T04:32:00.000-08:002010-03-07T04:32:13.181-08:00Night Out!!..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6D9_lhveI3u6iYSaElIfUhpuMoTxuDLMeeen_xvqyE8NZALkTP9jFGIeSDPp53hLuaG966TuaOj7OP-4TqhjAnPeHRTkV_DQwYX6Y1mhoAh1g2NIBV409j6gXc_Rny5sClE0hb4WEM0/s1600-h/_MG_3873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6D9_lhveI3u6iYSaElIfUhpuMoTxuDLMeeen_xvqyE8NZALkTP9jFGIeSDPp53hLuaG966TuaOj7OP-4TqhjAnPeHRTkV_DQwYX6Y1mhoAh1g2NIBV409j6gXc_Rny5sClE0hb4WEM0/s320/_MG_3873.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When I go out in the town for the night, with a couple of my girls, I want to have fun.<br />
Everyone wants to enjoy their night right?<br />
They don't want to end up regretting what they did, or somehow end up in the hospital (though, sometimes ending up in hospital just means you had mega fun and forgot to stop yourself) but still.<br />
When I go out, I want to enjoy my night.<br />
I want to laugh<br />
I want to dance<br />
I want to forget everything that is call life. Responsibility, emotions, traumas...<br />
I just want to have fun and laugh.<br />
That's basically it. Laughter, I just want to spend most of my night laughing.<br />
<br />
But why... why does most night end with something you don't want to remember.<br />
Why does most of my night out have an ending of something I don't want to remember.<br />
And usually, that event would somehow have something to do with a random drunk guy.<br />
<br />
Who do they think they are? Just because they're drunk, they can go up against random female's personal space. To feel them up, to squeeze their ass, to put their tongue down their throat.<br />
*shudders in thought*<br />
They're drunk, ok, i get it. And the girl might be too. But just because the girl is drinking, doesn't mean that she's ok with having some guy violate her.<br />
I'm sorry, but me drinking does not mean guys can come up to me and just harrass me.<br />
like seriously.<br />
That's not me having a fun time.<br />
Dancing, ok... that's ok, fun innocent dancing.<br />
but any touching and grabbing and funny business- i wish i could kick you where it hurts<br />
<br />
Flirtation... thats ok- where's the fun if there's no flirtation. And just because i'm flirting, does not mean i want to end up in bed with you at the end of the night.<br />
like they say 'girls just wanna have fun' but some girls (ie. me) though we might be drunk, still have the ability to KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING.<br />
<br />
so... to all you guys out there.<br />
Get me drunk, i'm fine with that =P<br />
just don't think that by continuing feeding me drinks, that i'm going to end up with you at the end of the night.<br />
All that's going to happen is you're wallet being much lighter, and me and my girls- many lovely free drinks~</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-10786002000510785242010-03-02T22:46:00.000-08:002010-03-02T22:48:15.085-08:00All in words!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHKV8baMS66omaGQZOOkpQJ9peAUu13TUKuHgE_RyocCRozNOvkgD8ldi5fQ-XHs-0i1xdOqsmdNX3nHTdpsI-B8J0VblISMp6PefQJSocPwn350Mhs5oHgg_ONvCfi-UESXmhb-cC9E/s1600-h/z89673024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaHKV8baMS66omaGQZOOkpQJ9peAUu13TUKuHgE_RyocCRozNOvkgD8ldi5fQ-XHs-0i1xdOqsmdNX3nHTdpsI-B8J0VblISMp6PefQJSocPwn350Mhs5oHgg_ONvCfi-UESXmhb-cC9E/s400/z89673024.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
I looked up the dictionary meaning of the word 'cliche' today. It said - overfamiliar through overuse.<br />
So what do words really mean to you? Think of some words you say every day. Like Good morning, Sorry, Thank you, Bye, Take care.. Perhaps the difference is when you really mean them. When you tell something thank you, can he hear it in your voice? But it's your choice. Really.<br />
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Of course, when someone talks too much, you'd rather roll your eyes and scrunch up your face to gather sympathy from on-lookers or probably hang yourself from that invisible rope. And if someone doesn't respond at all, you feel like banging your head on the nearest table. Or perhaps, the silent buddha's head instead of yours.<br />
<br />
Can words be overused? Not if you mean them. If you tell someone you love them every single day, does that mean the word 'love' loses its importance by 1% every time you say it? Not if you mean it every time you say it. And maybe it helps you build your relationship by 1% every day.What if you speak without meaning it? I'd liken it to a daily ritual, like brushing your teeth. You'd get up every morning and do it because either you have to do it or it has just become a habit. Ever thought of what you meant by 'What's up?'<br />
<br />
A teacher once told me, "You can't sing." I wonder if I should've believed her. A friend says, "You're so cute!" I wonder if she'll remember me ten years down the line. Then again, my Mom says, "You silly girl!" And I believe her. It makes me love her more. A friend says, "You're an idiot!" And it makes me happy.<br />
<br />
Ideas are born out of words. They make and break relationships. They can bring a smile on someone's face and wipe it away for ever. And to some people,words mean the world. Even Neil Armstrong had something to say when he stepped on the moon! We all have to say something.<br />
Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to listen to yourself once in while.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-15153968249062567732010-03-01T23:31:00.000-08:002010-03-01T23:31:05.597-08:00Tech Talk..:)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Who me?<br />
Whenever I talk to my friend vish, I take pride in the fact that I knew more about the 'colorful' side of life than him. Now I wouldn't dare define colorful. Stuff about poems, general issues, colors, designs, pictures..anything! I could always counter him and make fun of him saying, " Useless fellow! You should try to be more creative.." And then I'd puff up my chest and walk away. He knows I have an upper hand in this matter and the poor fellow always accepted defeat.<br />
<br />
Ah laptops. Everybody owns a laptop these days. vish also got a sleek shiny laptop. Since my eyes can't resist anything that shines, I dreamed too, of owning a laptop! So I finally coaxed my dad to buy me a laptop from the dilli (it's cheaper out there), with the promise that I'd pay him back.<br />
I proudly walked up to vish and said, "Ha! Now I'm also getting a laptop!" Gen being the old sweet natured guy said, " Oh that's great. So what are specs?"<br />
"Specs?", I blinked.<br />
"Yeah...the specifications, the brand, the memory etc.."<br />
"Oh ya..that. Yeah, the normal stuff."<br />
Now it was vishy's turn to look confused. "Normal...?"<br />
"Ya, the normal stuff. I guess HP."<br />
I tried to look confident. I had seen the enticing HP advertisements and it was probably the only brand I remembered at the moment.<br />
Gen continued, " You should get a good graphics card. I got an ATI for mine. There are a lot of high end models like Nvidia Geforce 8600gt. You could go for 2 GB RAM, 2 GHz speed. Older computers had PIII and PIV, but centrino Core2 Duo is in now. HDD should idea be 200GB or plus if you're going to use Windows Vista. 14" laptops are more comfortable to carry around though I have a 15" Toshiba..."<br />
<br />
All I heard was " Blah blah and blah."<br />
<br />
:(<br />
Damn. The ball was in his court this time, even though he didn't realise it.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-690638546985685002010-02-28T23:52:00.000-08:002010-02-28T23:52:05.221-08:00Birthday wish...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2Fymp5tDbob80pPrfEB2xBNDI0583swLnLeG8_zeWLjyplCXyauHxcjB9wdomgWT65yuC9KwO9Ex_xfl_iP-l6LD40xN14taDiGL2CxZVfx9q-HAgr1CRIYZvErv-2nf_epkYm0X93E/s1600-h/birthday_beer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA2Fymp5tDbob80pPrfEB2xBNDI0583swLnLeG8_zeWLjyplCXyauHxcjB9wdomgWT65yuC9KwO9Ex_xfl_iP-l6LD40xN14taDiGL2CxZVfx9q-HAgr1CRIYZvErv-2nf_epkYm0X93E/s320/birthday_beer.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 17px; font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY DEAR LIL BROTHER OF MINE~<br />
</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finally, he turns 18. I think he's been waiting for this day for a while. Almost every one of his friends, and even his girlfriend, is already 18 and has enjoyed the adult life. BUT HIM!!!<br />
<br />
...well, not really. Since he already went drinking, clubbing and all. So i don't know what turning 18 will let him- maybe go to the casino and gamble with money away?<br />
<br />
I've always said this since the beginning of highschool basically, and i still believe it now: Out of my whole family, i'm the odd one out. Seriously. I cannot be any bit more different than my brother and sister. It's just weird. We share the same blood, the same parents, the same up bringing, and yet- i turn out the be different from them.<br />
<br />
At least my brother and sister have similar interest (mainly cars...) but nothing with me.</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Things my brother and I have in common in interest: </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- sports (but he likes basketball, while i'm a soccer kind of person)</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- shows (friends, How I met Your mother, my wife and kids, scrubs)</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Things my sister and I have in common (apart from the obvious):</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">*a minute later*</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm already stuck!</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- shoes! (or rather, we're the same size and she borrows mine and i borrow hers)</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">things my sister and brother have in common in interest:</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- cars</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- music</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
ok... well, though it's only two.... when we're all together, the most popular topic to discuss is music and cars, and so i'm always not contributing since i don't know anything about cars and music.<br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Things that I like, that they don't really like:</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- music (i'm more c-pop while their playlist is fill with rnb and stuff)</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- shows (apart from the comedy, i'm more of a chick-flick)</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- movies (same with movies, i'm more of a chick-flick, while they're action oriented)</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- books (i can't even remember the last time any of them picked up a book!)</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- clothes (sis and i have totally different style of clothes. However, i'm fine with wearing her clothing, but she doesn't really like my style)</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- there's also the liking of disney movies </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- and the ability to access my inner-child</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They know nothing of my life... seriously!</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
they won't be able to even begin to enjoy it if they need to</span></span><span style="color: #6600cc;"><span style="color: #000099;"><span style="color: #6600cc;"><span style="color: #000099;"><span style="color: #6600cc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ok... i don't know how a blog that started with a birthday wish to my brother ended up with this. i should be get going to my work! >< teeheehee<br />
OoPs~<br />
<br />
well,</span></span><span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">happy birthday anyways, even though, its not like you'll see this post ^.~</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-49590302472027001662010-02-27T22:09:00.000-08:002010-02-27T22:09:38.509-08:00Not wanting to lose...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3g3ro0VpcUhmMHMFMStloAEuU9Ig6ObBRCeo9EoKJXJyFSK8AgxgLU9RLrHZQtfHP8CtZmrehIXVuyS8fXSWrOzKHO-DIfuxYafgluP03EBsK9GB-nsny6UdVBEhzKZje7ySkyXHlk5o/s1600-h/lonely.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3g3ro0VpcUhmMHMFMStloAEuU9Ig6ObBRCeo9EoKJXJyFSK8AgxgLU9RLrHZQtfHP8CtZmrehIXVuyS8fXSWrOzKHO-DIfuxYafgluP03EBsK9GB-nsny6UdVBEhzKZje7ySkyXHlk5o/s320/lonely.gif" width="320" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
I'm the type of girl who's quiet,<br />
the one you will not find in the corner of a party...<br />
in fact on the dance floor,<br />
this is me...<br />
<br />
I'm the type of girl who's hard to get to know,<br />
I'm not use to showing myself to people i don't know,<br />
and give myself away.<br />
this is just who i am...<br />
<br />
I'm the type of girl who doesn't start a conversation,<br />
friends would know i hardly ever start a conversation,<br />
so if you want to get to know me,<br />
you know what you have to do.<br />
<br />
And though i know these are some of the qualities i shouldn't have,<br />
i can't help but have them.<br />
they're in me,<br />
it's who i am.<br />
<br />
I want to change,<br />
i really do.<br />
But it's hard to change something,<br />
when you've been like that for a long time.<br />
<br />
So don't get second thoughts,<br />
if we haven't talked in a while.<br />
You might think it's because of you,<br />
no, it's because of me.<br />
<br />
I hope you understand,<br />
and like me the way i am.<br />
I'm want to change,<br />
and i'm trying to change.<br />
<br />
But it's going to take time,<br />
and I hope you know that.<br />
And not forget it.<br />
Because i don't want to lose you as a friend.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-38173661961814661702010-02-25T08:36:00.000-08:002010-02-25T08:36:43.581-08:00It really pisses me off!! ..grrr<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">it's the middle of the night... close to midnight.<br />
Everyone in your house is asleep (minus you of course, coz we're just Facebook whores who stay up til the odd hours of the morning on it doing god knows what)<br />
everything around you is silent.<br />
the night sky is so dark you think the stars themselves turned off to go to sleep.<br />
You can't even hear a cat<br />
or a mouse.<br />
it's dead quiet.<br />
...<br />
....<br />
<br />
and then... from a distant, you hear this car engine. It sounds very far off, you don't think much about it.<br />
but seconds later, the sounds gets much closer.<br />
and then the next second, the car is on your street.<br />
the sound is soo loud it could seriously wake up the neighbourhood.<br />
<br />
SERIOUSLY, I HATE CARS WITH TURBO!! (at least, i think that's what its called...)<br />
where it's soo freaken loud.<br />
LIKE SERIOUSLY?!!?<br />
DO YOU THINK YOU ARE IMPRESSING PEOPLE?<br />
WHEN YOU RUIN THE QUIETNESS OF THE NIGHT WITH THAT STUPID CAR OF YOURS?!?<br />
<br />
and if that's not bad enough... having you accelerate down the street... i have to listen to you press your acceleration pedal and off a million times as you SLOWLY back into your driveway.<br />
<br />
sorry dude, you are not impressing ANYONE here.<br />
<br />
i just want to walk out with a baseball bat the next time to roll down the street at 1 in the morning; after you spent 5 minutes backing it into your driveway and retired into your bedroom, before smashing your goddamn car window with it!!!<br />
<br />
how would you feel if i decide to turn up my Bhangra Punjabi pop music up so loud to disturb your sleep at 4 in the morning?!?</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-43246156619003993612010-02-24T03:49:00.000-08:002010-02-24T03:49:34.606-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2JlSEY2U1ZMelRfQLxoKQ_ObWovhG3MaJQYW-THG1vnQqDSzrMTVd5xUYjIg97uH8hx1vXZ8gb4x20mkdaStuvVrQH4DZOSzsj4kvRbD_47d8J0lsLc5VE9faKmr9q6XfuoCefxbzBI/s1600-h/Girl.jpg+gal+@+the+window+image+by+OiNko_OiNk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2JlSEY2U1ZMelRfQLxoKQ_ObWovhG3MaJQYW-THG1vnQqDSzrMTVd5xUYjIg97uH8hx1vXZ8gb4x20mkdaStuvVrQH4DZOSzsj4kvRbD_47d8J0lsLc5VE9faKmr9q6XfuoCefxbzBI/s320/Girl.jpg+gal+@+the+window+image+by+OiNko_OiNk.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Spff.<br />
<br />
It's four thirty in the morning, and i had spent that last hour and a half trying to get back to bed.<br />
At four, i realize that i'm just too wide awake to be able to fall asleep again.<br />
So, this is where it leaves me:<br />
<br />
Sitting in front of the computer in the living room. Turning to look at the window every to seconds. Watching the world waking itself up, and wonder how... since there are massive grey clouds in the early summer sky.<br />
Hearing birds chirping, watching the leaves sway in the gentle breeze.<br />
...wanting...<br />
......wanting to join the birds and sing an early morning song~<br />
<br />
-This is my life~</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-29056409160325155802010-02-23T09:04:00.000-08:002010-02-23T09:04:32.670-08:00Evils laugh.....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;">omg... i met the most COOLEST guy ever last sunday night!<br />
<br />
at first, i thought he was scare looking, because he was wearing a mask<br />
and it was a freaky mask..<br />
but then as the night went on, and he took it off<br />
i was like 'oh, he looks familiar'<br />
<br />
and he did look familiar... he would've looked familiar to everyone.<br />
<br />
<br />
Because you want to know why?<br />
Who he looks like?<br />
<br />
<br />
....<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">DRACULA!!!!<br />
</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqKsHUVlgFsxxkt4QfjNmaUIfMNyC1UNGmprcip4r9OrX7YLk2fe1Wz6btaJCzBJapD_kXidJYFevOV-MIaUq998nNKwjYWA6JJ_zy45WG8bKI-An5X-ekIU0wagCBaFPQz4Is9Ws4f6k/s1600-h/dracula.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqKsHUVlgFsxxkt4QfjNmaUIfMNyC1UNGmprcip4r9OrX7YLk2fe1Wz6btaJCzBJapD_kXidJYFevOV-MIaUq998nNKwjYWA6JJ_zy45WG8bKI-An5X-ekIU0wagCBaFPQz4Is9Ws4f6k/s320/dracula.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;">And seriously, he looks much like Dracula!!!<br />
wonder if i can find a photo of him..i took one myself, but i'm too lazy to upload the pics from camera to computer...<br />
lets see...<br />
<br />
ahh... no... only pictures of him with his mask on.<br />
guess you'll just have to wait until i decide to upload and remember...<br />
<br />
but seriously<br />
HE LOOKS LIKE DRACULA!!!<br />
<br />
apparently he is the descendant of the guy Dracula is based on.<br />
Dunno if it's true or not<br />
but by the looks of him,<br />
i would believe that he is.<br />
<br />
<br />
p.s- fell sick this morning from the drinking of last night.<br />
What happens when there's an open bar<br />
and my bed 5 minutes away</span></span></div></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-72089370024078599982010-02-21T03:33:00.000-08:002010-02-21T03:33:02.226-08:00Memories to carry...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEUanCy0LmIsVh4fUPyWTGKp6b-RtsrV3ldrPrPjElNWGz8WWRpwDNGvHZkNqWM36b-LeQ5VNAFVtAAYSc9JSiZ7NqRe22Wn9lajgl-DaRqUJ-9QiTPQmDKPgv4WUOHXdsXNxpJwE783g/s1600-h/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEUanCy0LmIsVh4fUPyWTGKp6b-RtsrV3ldrPrPjElNWGz8WWRpwDNGvHZkNqWM36b-LeQ5VNAFVtAAYSc9JSiZ7NqRe22Wn9lajgl-DaRqUJ-9QiTPQmDKPgv4WUOHXdsXNxpJwE783g/s400/photo.jpg" width="400" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13px;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">when i thought i had nothing going for me,<br />
i didn't know where i was going in life, what i was here for, and what not.<br />
And then i decided to change my lifestyle- to forget about everything that has happened and start new.<br />
But then i wondered, you can't really start new. And why should you start new.<br />
I remember this scene in One Tree Hill and Lucas and Kieth moves away to start a new life in Charlotte, but then Dan had a heart attack and they came back.<br />
I want to start anew- to just forget and start all over. Forget everything.<br />
But then I wonder if there that is the best option.<br />
Wouldn't it be better to fix the problem instead of ignoring it?<br />
Instead of making new friends, fix the problems with your past friends?<br />
<br />
I had a small holiday for the past two days. I left home and went down to the beach with a few of my friends and just enjoyed their presence without thinking about my life back up here. And it worked, i barely thought of what was happening up here, and i could laugh and smile without forcing myself.<br />
That trip to the beach came at a really good time.<br />
And now that i'm back, i can start this new regime for a better life.<br />
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I don't want to forget. As much as i like to take the easy way out, I don't want to forget it.<br />
</span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">".<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">..but you know there's something I believe. I want to try and live my life carrying all my memories with me. And even if those memories are painful, even if they do nothing but hurt me, I want to keep them. Even those memories I sometimes wish I could forget. As long as I cary them with me, as long as I can keep holding on, then someday I'll be strong enough that those memories don't hurt me anymore, and I'll be glad that I have them. Thats what I believe with all my heart. Thats why all my memories are precious to me, I don't think it would be okay to forget a single one</span>."</span></span></span></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-46773201312637237172010-02-20T02:19:00.000-08:002010-02-20T02:19:45.436-08:00For Ever.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5K1yXC9oTYF2kFksgLv8O8fKeTHvDhpduG7nSSDNP2hFEt3baIVir6U5W9mM7KP7EFxisrB9LsIp33m_f3ATuSXeQ1MEmZWCSd3RUgqkCA73-MYiV8TrYdP9f7jPyLzounViK5_8sK3c/s1600-h/many_hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5K1yXC9oTYF2kFksgLv8O8fKeTHvDhpduG7nSSDNP2hFEt3baIVir6U5W9mM7KP7EFxisrB9LsIp33m_f3ATuSXeQ1MEmZWCSd3RUgqkCA73-MYiV8TrYdP9f7jPyLzounViK5_8sK3c/s320/many_hands.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Friends...<br />
some comes and goes<br />
others stay forever.<br />
some stupidly cheat you<br />
others cherish you and treat you like you're part of their family.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: lime;">This is a shout out to my friends.</span><br />
<br />
I didn't think i would of been able to make a long-term friend.<br />
believing that they would soon find out i'm not interesting enough and leave.<br />
but during my years- from highschool and through uni; i've been blessed with the opportunity to be able to meet a wide range of people from all over the world. All with different personalities, different takes on life...<br />
<br />
but to be able to find those few from the millions of people you meet throughout your life- those few that stands out from everyone else.<br />
<br />
I'm blessed to have met my few. The three girls and two boys who I was able to meet. How we met, i can't remember it anymore, but i don't care about how we met, its the fact that we met, and that they've became my family.<br />
<br />
I want to thank them for always looking after me. For always treating me as family. For always teasing me and picking on me. And for being there for me through the tough times.<br />
I don't know what i would've done without you guys.<br />
<br />
these five shares my dreams with me. It might not be the same as theirs, but they're always beside me when i dream.<br />
though i know they do judge me when i can't spell/speak properly, they don't make me feel more stupid then i already feel<br />
they're there for me to spill out my daily hatred of the world, and they will, instead of hitting me in the head and tell me to get over myself, join me in hating the world.<br />
<br />
I hope that one day, I will be able to show you guys how much you mean to me.<br />
I hope we will be friends forever<br />
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(I know we will, since we made a pact that if we're not taken by 35- we'll join together and live together with our cats/dogs/life size dolls) =P</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-290167980333361642010-02-20T01:55:00.000-08:002010-02-20T01:55:42.755-08:00Just because you are crazy does not mean you are wrong....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyiXLSyfDSay5OUkNNL44SJQrXJEffZwT9rzjoECtQXqlv-varc0c-eb5I2OwHcSzWGKxM2QAMVKPussSzb59eIbErlI3O-7pnEEBSyp9Cde66E18AxocYmRm7U9kooe_ioaZGxfNCZwk/s1600-h/18cnd-planespan-articleLarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyiXLSyfDSay5OUkNNL44SJQrXJEffZwT9rzjoECtQXqlv-varc0c-eb5I2OwHcSzWGKxM2QAMVKPussSzb59eIbErlI3O-7pnEEBSyp9Cde66E18AxocYmRm7U9kooe_ioaZGxfNCZwk/s640/18cnd-planespan-articleLarge.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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Joseph A. Stack III may have been one crazed son of a bitch and I personally cannot condone his attack on the IRS building in Austin, but it does not mean the man was wrong, or even angry for all the wrong reasons.</span><br />
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-10007392920333608442010-02-19T03:27:00.000-08:002010-02-19T03:28:24.534-08:00Things i don't like about myself...no more a secret!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Wow, that's a pretty harsh title for a post, but that's basically what this is about. I'm not talking about the superficial things I don't like about myself - I can get over that stuff. I'm talking about the fundamentals, those things at the core of your personality that make you shudder when you think of them. There are a ton of things I do that I'm not proud of. Lately, they've been creeping up in my personal life a lot. As much as I want to change them, some of them I think I'm stuck with, but others I'd like to work on. Here are the top 2:</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1oFtH3RGFgF5cnsZm4Yk0bC1UyoCM8xB6esPyxtOZUGf_EoHNKNZUhtLviwmnEVDbX67vEOYAzYgI6bTffygR-wk1FmLfFPJ3WQvjNOs0_8SdvJW6dwRHyX1TjVkKs85kZ2PgVmvJnY/s1600-h/thths1022.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1oFtH3RGFgF5cnsZm4Yk0bC1UyoCM8xB6esPyxtOZUGf_EoHNKNZUhtLviwmnEVDbX67vEOYAzYgI6bTffygR-wk1FmLfFPJ3WQvjNOs0_8SdvJW6dwRHyX1TjVkKs85kZ2PgVmvJnY/s400/thths1022.png" width="400" /></a></div><ol><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm a coward. No, seriously I am. I am incredibly spineless when it comes to everything, especially with my friends. I don't like having difficult conversations and so I just don't have them. I ignore things I don't like, shove them from my mind and instead focus on the positive. The problem is, those things always bubble up to the surface and when they do, they explode. I'm not the kind of girl that has several little nitpicky fights with my friends. I'm the girl who you'll know for years and never have a single fight and then one day I'll either just stop talking to you or worse, we'll have the mother of all fights and years of issues will come spewing out of my mouth. This is really not good. I need to learn to tell people how I feel, for better or for worse. The funny thing is that I have no problem with blunt honesty directed at me, but I can't seem to dish it out. I need to work on this, especially since I can't imagine being in a real relationship with someone and not being able to be honest with them.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I can be spiteful and petty and I have a wicked tongue. People who don't really know me think I'm a very nice girl. But, I'll let you in on a secret - I'm not really a very nice girl. I am a B***. I can be really evil and I learned from the best. My mother is one of the meanest people I've ever met, and while I'm never that outwardly mean to anyone, I have a sharp, sarcastic sense of humor and I could probably make you cry if I wanted to. While I don't normally unleash the full extent of my evilness on anyone, sometimes when I'm mad I can say some really hurtful things. I also focus a lot on people and what makes them tick. This can be used positively, for gift-buying or compliments, but it can also be used to hurt people. I know exactly what button to push to drive people off the deep end. I usually don't use this, but if I'm hurt or someone has scorned me, I can be pretty nasty. I'm not worried about this one so much because I think the more honest I am with people, the less resentful I will be and then there will be no need to be brash. But, I still recognize that this is a weakness.</span></li>
</ol><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Both of these negatives keep popping up in my life and I'm not sure what to do about them. I try so hard to be liked by everyone and to please everyone and not to rock the boat (see: #1), but then something always goes wrong and I feel this need to lash out (see: #2). What's a girl to do?</span></div></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-11626074005611062072010-02-18T09:21:00.000-08:002010-02-18T09:24:32.926-08:00The Platform...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-9bzJtEYtthNZ82-dmGMisoLul57HE6DAEZRS7iNPYgyQRJCPXEi0ERKHN2yqQnEmjDGncsYrs1dcZnwOrF9WnY7bU9Iec2zGj_n-JEe3eINuz_WUWsbs1E2ZZFHE__o8nW8yr_3qzPg/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-9bzJtEYtthNZ82-dmGMisoLul57HE6DAEZRS7iNPYgyQRJCPXEi0ERKHN2yqQnEmjDGncsYrs1dcZnwOrF9WnY7bU9Iec2zGj_n-JEe3eINuz_WUWsbs1E2ZZFHE__o8nW8yr_3qzPg/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439635604670275186" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;">Living in a wrld of self created illusions<br />to humor myself, i romance delusions<br />Too numb to face the hurricane of reality<br />My fictitious life remains my escape to sanity<br />A neverending deliberation to find the roots to my fear<br />But still i can't understand; maybe coz the answer's too near<br />More than others, it is with myself that i fight<br />To mollify the hard facts, i let slip by whatever's right<br />But many a times, my dubious existence leaves me jaded<br />Coz sooner or later, this facade will begin to appear faded<br />When the presumptuous smile shall vanish and the pink of my cheeks would clear<br />The curtains shall rise and instead of me, a pierrette will appear<br />Facing a plethora of stares questioning my cowardly creation<br />And the ignonimity of facing a standalone revelation<br />I know that those who question me are in their own conscious unclear<br />Soon, they’ll be in my place is their constant plaguing fear<br />But today’s my day to face the wrath of the spotlight<br />Even though I’m not the only one, who with myself, fight<br />I wonder why ‘I’ becomes uncomfortable with ‘me’<br />Why the ‘I’ is compelled to be so artificial when ‘me’ is so butterfree<br />Those who stare at me today could be my likely answer<br />But there’s limited longevity of a lone lancer<br />So, shout as much I wish, only to see words strike a transparent wall<br />Coz even before I can fully justify, the curtains, on my life’s stage...shall fall.. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-55823175969952536912010-02-17T02:28:00.000-08:002010-02-17T02:43:02.546-08:00Flash Cherry..<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"><div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">L</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">ife can be so fair</span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Let it go on and on</span></span></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> can push for good</span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Y</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">ou got that </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">cherry</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> bomb</span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"></span></span></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">B</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">low out that </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">cherry</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> bomb for me</span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">W</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">e lost it long ago<br /></span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Y</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">ou and me<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQSfy6ZMXA6FrtmSjsS8hV93fy-Rx7HU9Dr-sMc8NalDl6gF-C5UiRXW2CGCl1gGhgd20r_7jLB82biBwF_6-neMpWZWgYcTg4V7UJrSJCnzcem4l5ALkZjTuOSdgc7mPkfLyW6nKrfQ/s320/8.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439160357015412930" /><br /></span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">N</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">ow you know your way back from the spirit far</span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">B</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">rush your teeth for bed<br /></span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">B</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">low out that </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">cherry</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> bomb</span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">B</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">low out that </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">cherry</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> bomb for me<br /></span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Y</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">ou got to know it's on your sleeve</span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">K</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">now it's on your sleeve<br /></span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">K</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">now it's on your sleeve<br /><br /></span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">t was the longest day that I ever known</span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> watched you start that drive alone<br /></span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">B</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">low out that </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">cherry</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> bomb for me</span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">t's gonna burn right up your sleeve<br /></span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">B</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">urn right up your sleeve</span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">S</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">o there you go again<br /></span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">O</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">ut in your dressing gown</span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">G</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">et yourself to bed<br /></span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">B</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">low out that </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">cherry</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> bomb<br /><br /></span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">O</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">h, life could be so fair</span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">L</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">et it go on and on<br /></span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> could pay to have</span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">H</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">ave all your </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">cherry</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> bomb<br /></span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">O</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">h, life could be so fair</span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">L</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">et it go on and on<br /></span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> could pay to have</span></span><span style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">H</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">ave all your</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> cherry</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> bomb</span></span><div style="clear: both; "></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></div><div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0.75em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.1em; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; "></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-1676845145419008392010-02-15T22:17:00.000-08:002010-02-15T22:25:38.401-08:00A mask to sleep with...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjszVLtQ46zZDIqgcR8vmsdAkr0B9o4PNWb3BRM8kta66Zieablw5bQsGjm-Um053g1db6VRtWJirkGWHmv4O8WVi8PVo8Hku33KCD5xKhufaMLTpZWIZVpYfkOik3x8vF9eKSym3NxOQ4/s1600-h/b,w,contrast,dark,girl,legs-807fb6f8000ab934b144d339db9e8128_h.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjszVLtQ46zZDIqgcR8vmsdAkr0B9o4PNWb3BRM8kta66Zieablw5bQsGjm-Um053g1db6VRtWJirkGWHmv4O8WVi8PVo8Hku33KCD5xKhufaMLTpZWIZVpYfkOik3x8vF9eKSym3NxOQ4/s320/b,w,contrast,dark,girl,legs-807fb6f8000ab934b144d339db9e8128_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438722924904428562" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; font-size:11px;">I cannot draw your face,<br />No, i cant sketch any line.<br />Your calm resemblance<br />that looks like twilight<br />Yet sunrise at the same time,<br />Your invigorating countenance<br />Oh, how I'd love to touch it.<br />It cannot be written,<br />No, it cannot be put down into papers,<br />No, the pencils cannot handle it,<br />No, I'll just stare into the paper<br />And imagine you were there<br />Staring back at me.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-89012963098221028342010-02-15T10:14:00.000-08:002010-02-15T10:47:14.939-08:00Is it God or Something Like Her..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 204, 119); line-height: 25px; font-family:Trebuchet;"><div><span style="font-weight: bold; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><br />I don’t pretend to be close to God<br />But there are certain times when prayers rock me golden<br />Like yellow beats<br />Move me like trees swaying in the shimla fall<br />as the branches bare themselves<br /><br />I am naked<br />in these moments<br />Exposed to the most of my soul</span></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYYRsl6MJhGWfrn-Pv3mrL_hxEQddRMf263uzGaLsBwlvIqUxl5Jd8Vf7fsS7LQndULeEgBraGmOAEt4BP2SBcNoMlCOpytEd8IckPObUiUPU_CtcADzVD_eh8oFFZr0msQQi2g4D04Ew/s320/a15.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438543339680942882" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">And the breath of my skin<br />heavy with goose bumps and weakness.<br /><br />“Is God in there?”<br />I ask in this seconds before sleep comes<br />When the harmony of voices has sped out of my universe<br />And I’m left wondering if that was a religious experience</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">or just a poor man’s version of soul<br /><br />I toss in sleep<br />With nightmares of gravity<br />And the clouds hanging above my slumber<br />haunt me like grey ghosts.<br /><br />I wake to the applause of my insides<br />slow like necessity<br />I don’t know how to keep this fresh<br />How to take the down tempo beats blasting<br />And have them bring me to a higher being<br /><br />Like lost cities or childhood<br />I am just trying to bring me back to civilized.<br />To God or something like her.<br /><br />Rock me with your lyrics<br />Dream me into infinity 1000 times over<br />If I wasn’t so afraid of death I would have done this by now<br /><br />Sink into the reservoir of blues, greens, spirituality<br />Beautiful like rain pounding the humid city</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">on an August day<br /><br />Like renewal<br />Like understanding real and not distance<br />Like lifelong strangers asking if you need a hug<br /><br />No bitch, I need a voice<br />I am mute with hallucinogens<br />Can you stomach that?<br />Your prayers can’t make my blood thicker or richer<br />But it can make me feel whole again<br />Like long drives or phone calls that end with I Love Yous<br /><br />Something about this feels real<br />Like love, ache, breaking, body<br /><br />I move with the beats, rhythm<br />Feel the spirit of the music in my veins, bones<br />I am just working on understanding the lyrics.</span></span></span><br /></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-841591169369937216.post-46171841616896418562010-02-15T04:46:00.000-08:002010-02-15T04:53:01.148-08:00Gloominess....a fickle..!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqP9UJUlqRjUPwnNBd6yX7nGGoFo7JLz4pgNnt_Rorm9QwPkuSeRvo5BGyDh5oXLgvGptMqUqhbMDHIepuvVhpF5xSj7qLzVl8aDtjADbQONf44GcaPB_RhZ9ua0VduONKldvO7HDYvJE/s1600-h/grgrgr.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqP9UJUlqRjUPwnNBd6yX7nGGoFo7JLz4pgNnt_Rorm9QwPkuSeRvo5BGyDh5oXLgvGptMqUqhbMDHIepuvVhpF5xSj7qLzVl8aDtjADbQONf44GcaPB_RhZ9ua0VduONKldvO7HDYvJE/s320/grgrgr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438451335506155554" /></a><br />Its been pouring the whole day. <div> Off and on, off and on again. <div><br /><div><div>So much has been on my mind lately. Yet, when I sit in front of my laptop, the computer screen stares back at me, blankly. My mind conversations just don't seem to translate into blog time, if that makes any sense at all.</div><div><br /></div><div> Lately, my mind has been really fickle. I think part of me has always been like that. But it seems to be getting more and more severe recently. Have I always been this difficult? I can spend 10 minutes just picking two apples in a supermarket when 10 people have probably walked past me with 5 apples each in their baskets. I always end up ordering last at a restaurant cause I just can't seem to choose and decide on what I want for lunch or dinner, and most times even after I've placed my order, I'd still look at the menu and wonder if I picked the right thing to eat. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ok. I can hear tavi (my roomie )start to panic now. *smiles* I'm sure I am having a great time with her. We're talking about a different topic here ok?</div><div><br /></div><div> Am I just being lazy and dependent on others to decide for me? Well of course there are days when I'm just too dominant for my own good I want to decide everything for myself. But its been a long time since I saw those days. What has happened? I hope its just a passing phase. Maybe I just need to de-clutter my room and brain for more simple storage space and proper organization in life. </div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0