Thursday, April 23, 2009
The Death Of Romeo And Juliet.
[I know that lately my post seemingly dull and stupid(A lot of stupid entry actually).Its just that I tend to babble like a moron and my mind start to wander through stupid little flimsy things when I have nothing to do.I realized that during my mid-term,my brain doesn't work and functioning like it used to be.I'm becoming an idiot by the moment.I think I might caught one of serious mental problem like moronic behaviour complex or something.]
Since I was a little kid I always always loved Romeo and Juliet.It is not because Romeo and Juliet is a true romantic love story that ever written in history, but because in the end of the story both Romeo and Juliet died.The best part of this play is Juliet actually die twice.One because of the potion that she took and the other one is where she stabbed herself with the dagger that have been used by Romeo straight to her chest.Talk about pain.Ouch!
Tragic yet stupid.I remembered vividly when my mom asked me why I laughed my heart out when she is totally soaking wet and finished about a box of kleenex (Honestly I think that this is the first time my mom realized that her son is coming from the spawn of satan).Set aside joking and stuff, Romeo and Juliet totally taught me a lot of moral value.One of which is miscommunication and misleading signals can led to tragic death.
What I'm trying to say is, how on earth would Juliet and Romeo understand each other completely without getting the wrong idea if every word they used is fill with hints,double meaning and too much poetic words.Metaphors tangled in every sentence makes it really difficult for each other.Can't they just cut the crap and talk straight to the point.
I mean come on Juliet, don't be such a kiss ass and a big fat hipocryte.If she really is a graceful lady, then why is she shagging Romeo every night in her bedroom eventhough they aren't married to each other?If Juliet really is a woman with virtue, then how can she surrender her virginity so simply that a simple poetic word can make her melt and give herself away easily?Instead she rather get her tongue tied using words that are meant to be used in love letters.Isn't it simple if they just tell each other the truth and cut it to the chase?
Romeo: Juliet you are so beautiful tonight that I can't control myself.
Juliet : Romeo I want you to rip my dress now and let my chest burst free from this corset.
Juliet : Take me,Take me now!!
Romeo : Huh?
I know that she may sound slutty and desperate, but it doesn't complicate the situation.For example if someone told Romeo straight to the face that Juliet is just playing dead then they would be happily living together after that.Imagine if nowadays,people communicate with each other like Romeo and Juliet did, how would that go?
A scene in a restaurant.
Waiter : Are we expecting the rest of our party shortly?
Juliet : Yes, they are expected presently.
Romeo : Yes, their arrival is in the offing.
Waiter : We have a table for two available.
Juliet : One needn't worry, they shan't be long.
Waiter : It's just we do have some large parties waiting.
Juliet : Oh, one really does have a stick up in one's arse, doesn't one?
Exactly what I'm trying to say.
Still,if one doesn't charm one's heart with poetic words then one shan't melt away easily, doesn't one?What one is trying to speak is one's desire of true love might fade because of love like one dream of, is where one shall see fireworks sparks above one's head when one's lips met.Lol
Me
Mood:Blabbering like Blithering Idiot
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doll smiled.
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Thursday, April 16, 2009
In Bloom
"Kau boleh hilangkan hujan?" Katanya kepada aku.
"Mustahil!" Pintas aku.
"Macam itu juga lah bagi aku, mustahil bagi aku untuk melupakan engkau kerana aku tahu betapa sukanya engkau terhadap hujan.Setiap kali hujan turun pasti aku teringat akan engkau.Jadi jika engkau mahukan aku melupakan tentang engkau, kau hilangkanlah hujan."
Aku terdiam.
Cheesy and corny line, I know.But that is the truth.Even after everything, everytime I see the rain falling from the sky I can't help but remembering that stupid line.
"Kau boleh hilangkan hujan?" Katanya kepada aku.
"Mustahil!" Pintas aku.
"Macam itu juga lah bagi aku, mustahil bagi aku untuk melupakan engkau kerana aku tahu betapa sukanya engkau terhadap hujan.Setiap kali hujan turun pasti aku teringat akan engkau.Jadi jika engkau mahukan aku melupakan tentang engkau, kau hilangkanlah hujan."
Aku terdiam.
Cheesy and corny line, I know.But that is the truth.Even after everything, everytime I see the rain falling from the sky I can't help but remembering that stupid line.
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doll smiled.
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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Sacrifice is a small little word for a great big and yet hard thing to do.There will be a time where we are going to face upon some decision that require us to do it.It is hard but there is no way to avoid it.Whether we face it or run away from it.Some of us may prevail going through with it but others either they are fall flat or cowardly hide from it.
Truth to be told, I also face this kind of problem once.Looking back upon it, it may sound silly and stupid.For me it is the hard thing that I have ever do and it keep haunting me every seconds of my life.Reminiscence every moment and replaying it over and over again.If history could be rewritten I would the first one in line to queue up to change it.Maybe the road that hadn't been taken by me offer me a far hopeful end that I expect than the one I took.
Regret doesn't even close to describe how I feel.Maybe it look like I keep playing the same old song.But I swear, If only I do the right thing that I should have done in the past, things might have change and the present might seem a little brighter for me to cherish.Instead, not only me but people around me also affected by the action that I take in the past.
There was a time where I have to make a decision to stick to my heart or follow the logic to take a step back.Knowing that by that time I am nothing but a naive and a fool, I follow my heart and trust the feelings that I have to keep on feeling sick and butterflies fluttering in my stomach in hope that someday somehow I will get a happy ending with it.Bleeding out every single drop and shaving every single thing in me just to fit into pieces.After all it is my first great feelings that happened to me.
Alas, karma is a bitch and for someone who have done something so sick and wrong an equal consequences is the only solution.Doesn't matter if it is sinfully good or it is the sweetest taboo the mistake that I have make.A debt is a debt and it must be paid.I must atone for the things that I have done.But the sad thing is that it hurt other people and it give a greater impact to the people that I care.
Broken apart and torn to pieces, Looking back at the past and walking down the memory lane, why does the things that made me laugh make me cry so hard right now?
"The things I write might doesn't make any sense at all but the things that I don't might mean everything.Read closely and maybe you might see a mere glimpse of things that I didn't write"
Me
Mood:E Ammo Tortured
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doll smiled.
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Monday, April 13, 2009
Confession Of An Anonimous Joe.
Okay here goes nothing.For me, a blog is just a place to document my seemingly random thoughts and feelings,silly whine and bitching about things.A blog is where my alter-ego is let on loose and rampaging.I don't need the glitz and glitter of the glamourama lifetsyle of popularity.All I need is a place to let go everything that have been revolving in my head before I go to sleep.
I don't need a counter to count how many visitor.I don't need to worry about how many clicks on my page.I don't need thousands of follower just to care about my latest entry.I don't need to constantly in fear of boring people to death.So why bother.If you dont like what you see/read just move on to other blogs.
My blog is not like a place where I go camwh*ring myself and put it on web just to get 100k hits a day.
My blog is not like a gossip place where I go bitching about other celebs and acting like I'm in the vortex of the media world.
My blog is not like a politic place where I smashes goverment policy when I didn't contribute anything at all.
My blog is not a brothel where I put nude picture just to flaunt the body god gave me.
My blog is not a menu where I put whatever I eat everyday the rest of my life.
I am just what I am.
I'm not like a fake blonde 2(x)ist model with silicon implanted pecs.I'm not that hunky or hot to open a blog just to wh*re myself out without writing anything at all but still getting thousands of hits everyday.(This goes to the bimbo out there with fake boobs who looks like they have been kicked out from Hugh Hefner party but still crave attention by creating a blog fill with their oh-so-hot picture)
I'm not an old *okama who thinks he is all that and thinks like he is perfect in so many ways that he could bitch about others eventhough in reality he is just an old washed up tranny with weird slangs.(This goes to you AA)
I'm not a born and bred to be pornstar so why should I put obscene picture and videos.Plus why the hell should I blog about my sexstories?They got Redtube,Porntube and what-so-ever-tube for that.(This totally meant for the weird sicko outhere who keeps posting nude pics and sex tape of whoever-that-i-dont-care)
I'm not anorexic,tanorexic or any other shit to post everything I eat/do.The idea of binging and then vomiting it all out just to weigh how much you barf is equal to the portion of the food you ate is plain sick.(This is for the celebutantes and stick girl who are having an IV on hands for lunch)
Last but not least frankly speaking, I don't even care about the politic so don't expect me to run amuck on the ASEAN conference.
Call me coward for bitch blogging, call me a hipocrite but aren't we all the same?
Aren't we all just thinking the same things deep inside the big black void in our heart?
Everybody love a good bitch slap on others face but hated it when the table turns?
The guilty pleasure we feel.The comfortable feelings we feel after doing something so wrong.
Don't deny it.It is just the same like there is no such thing as selfless deeds.
We live in a big judgemental world where everybody have a skeleton in their closet.It just depend on how well they hide it.As long as it didn't get out from the dark dusty closet in front of public, they are still safe to judge others...at least for now.
So why X you asked? X can bring a lot of thoughts in mind.X can be kisses or a symbol of undying love between lovers.X can bring thoughts of nasty naughty things that comes into adult mind.X also personifies a target of hatred.X symbolize death in its own ways.X mark the spot.X mean an anonimous individual.
After all a secret makes a person, a person.
Okay here goes nothing.For me, a blog is just a place to document my seemingly random thoughts and feelings,silly whine and bitching about things.A blog is where my alter-ego is let on loose and rampaging.I don't need the glitz and glitter of the glamourama lifetsyle of popularity.All I need is a place to let go everything that have been revolving in my head before I go to sleep.
I don't need a counter to count how many visitor.I don't need to worry about how many clicks on my page.I don't need thousands of follower just to care about my latest entry.I don't need to constantly in fear of boring people to death.So why bother.If you dont like what you see/read just move on to other blogs.
My blog is not like a place where I go camwh*ring myself and put it on web just to get 100k hits a day.
My blog is not like a gossip place where I go bitching about other celebs and acting like I'm in the vortex of the media world.
My blog is not like a politic place where I smashes goverment policy when I didn't contribute anything at all.
My blog is not a brothel where I put nude picture just to flaunt the body god gave me.
My blog is not a menu where I put whatever I eat everyday the rest of my life.
I am just what I am.
I'm not like a fake blonde 2(x)ist model with silicon implanted pecs.I'm not that hunky or hot to open a blog just to wh*re myself out without writing anything at all but still getting thousands of hits everyday.(This goes to the bimbo out there with fake boobs who looks like they have been kicked out from Hugh Hefner party but still crave attention by creating a blog fill with their oh-so-hot picture)
I'm not an old *okama who thinks he is all that and thinks like he is perfect in so many ways that he could bitch about others eventhough in reality he is just an old washed up tranny with weird slangs.(This goes to you AA)
I'm not a born and bred to be pornstar so why should I put obscene picture and videos.Plus why the hell should I blog about my sexstories?They got Redtube,Porntube and what-so-ever-tube for that.(This totally meant for the weird sicko outhere who keeps posting nude pics and sex tape of whoever-that-i-dont-care)
I'm not anorexic,tanorexic or any other shit to post everything I eat/do.The idea of binging and then vomiting it all out just to weigh how much you barf is equal to the portion of the food you ate is plain sick.(This is for the celebutantes and stick girl who are having an IV on hands for lunch)
Last but not least frankly speaking, I don't even care about the politic so don't expect me to run amuck on the ASEAN conference.
Call me coward for bitch blogging, call me a hipocrite but aren't we all the same?
Aren't we all just thinking the same things deep inside the big black void in our heart?
Everybody love a good bitch slap on others face but hated it when the table turns?
The guilty pleasure we feel.The comfortable feelings we feel after doing something so wrong.
Don't deny it.It is just the same like there is no such thing as selfless deeds.
We live in a big judgemental world where everybody have a skeleton in their closet.It just depend on how well they hide it.As long as it didn't get out from the dark dusty closet in front of public, they are still safe to judge others...at least for now.
So why X you asked? X can bring a lot of thoughts in mind.X can be kisses or a symbol of undying love between lovers.X can bring thoughts of nasty naughty things that comes into adult mind.X also personifies a target of hatred.X symbolize death in its own ways.X mark the spot.X mean an anonimous individual.
After all a secret makes a person, a person.
Me
Mood: 0
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doll smiled.
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Tuesday, April 7, 2009
The Poltergeist
It have been a awhile since I last updated my blog.My fingers is stiff doing nothing this past few weeks.Anyway I think it would be best for me to do something.Life oblige us to do something.And hell, I'm best in complaining and suck at things so I write.
So right now I'm in my semester break.Ergo, I have a lot of time to kill.Alas, knowing that boredom and me walk side by side.My term break is fill with sleeping and doing nothing.I'm quite suprise actually that I still survive without eating for 4 days straight.
Thanks to fox, lamb and diloz for entertaining me once in a while.Without you guys buzzing me.I think I might go insane.Seriously living alone in my rented apartment for a month without anything to do is totally driving me up the wall.
Well, eventhough that sometimes some occurance of unwanted things happen.Still, I can handle it.But watching horror flick all of the time kinda takes it's toll on me.With my bathroom light that haven't fix yet, taking bath with light that flicker is quite a challenge.
And they love to tease me while I'm at it.Come on now, I know that they have left the world and have nothing to do for entertainment but please have some respect.I'm trying to take a bath for god sake! Stop doing the mirror reflection thingy that you do.How on earth am I going to wash my face or brush my teeth if all I could see is someone else looking at me!
That is not only the problem, with KL now is in raining season, a healthy 19 year old student like me sometimes do have some adjusting to do to get my thermometer adapt to the temperature.How am I suppose to get it on with you looking at me.If you really likes to watch it, take a picture then leave me alone or go somewhere else and bug other neighbour will ya!
Among other things that they like to do is sit nearby me while I'm playing with my PS2.I can't concentrate on playing the games if you keep looking at me with your miserable distorted face.If you want to play the games just ask nicely.Maybe we could play 'Guitar Heroes' together.And stop pacing behind my back it is really annoying.
Last but not least, I know that you can't sleep but I need my sleep eventhough I have been sleeping all day long but still, I need my sleep.So if you could please stop sleeping next to me or sleeping on the ceiling and watch me trying to get some sleep.It really piss me off looking at you looking at me with you hair dangling and with your weird expression.It is inappropriate to disturb people who try to get some sleep.
One more thing stop sitting on the window panel, sometimes when I woke up in the middle of the night I'd like to look at the view from my window and take some midnight air.It is quite bothersome for me to look at it while you are there.
Anyway eventhough you keep pushing the wrong button but sometimes I do enjoy your company.If only you didn't do the things that I don't like.I think we might get along just fine.And why don't you ever talk to me, it is hard for me to understand what are you trying tell me.
Frankly speaking, when I'm in the bathroom the thing that scare the shit out of me is the scene from 'Psycho'.Lately I just get this paranoid feelings that someone with a kitchen knife is coming to kill me while I'm taking my shower.
*sigh* On second thought with you lingering around I think I just lost one or two of my screw or is it getting loose? I think I really need to get out some more.
It have been a awhile since I last updated my blog.My fingers is stiff doing nothing this past few weeks.Anyway I think it would be best for me to do something.Life oblige us to do something.And hell, I'm best in complaining and suck at things so I write.
So right now I'm in my semester break.Ergo, I have a lot of time to kill.Alas, knowing that boredom and me walk side by side.My term break is fill with sleeping and doing nothing.I'm quite suprise actually that I still survive without eating for 4 days straight.
Thanks to fox, lamb and diloz for entertaining me once in a while.Without you guys buzzing me.I think I might go insane.Seriously living alone in my rented apartment for a month without anything to do is totally driving me up the wall.
Well, eventhough that sometimes some occurance of unwanted things happen.Still, I can handle it.But watching horror flick all of the time kinda takes it's toll on me.With my bathroom light that haven't fix yet, taking bath with light that flicker is quite a challenge.
And they love to tease me while I'm at it.Come on now, I know that they have left the world and have nothing to do for entertainment but please have some respect.I'm trying to take a bath for god sake! Stop doing the mirror reflection thingy that you do.How on earth am I going to wash my face or brush my teeth if all I could see is someone else looking at me!
That is not only the problem, with KL now is in raining season, a healthy 19 year old student like me sometimes do have some adjusting to do to get my thermometer adapt to the temperature.How am I suppose to get it on with you looking at me.If you really likes to watch it, take a picture then leave me alone or go somewhere else and bug other neighbour will ya!
Among other things that they like to do is sit nearby me while I'm playing with my PS2.I can't concentrate on playing the games if you keep looking at me with your miserable distorted face.If you want to play the games just ask nicely.Maybe we could play 'Guitar Heroes' together.And stop pacing behind my back it is really annoying.
Last but not least, I know that you can't sleep but I need my sleep eventhough I have been sleeping all day long but still, I need my sleep.So if you could please stop sleeping next to me or sleeping on the ceiling and watch me trying to get some sleep.It really piss me off looking at you looking at me with you hair dangling and with your weird expression.It is inappropriate to disturb people who try to get some sleep.
One more thing stop sitting on the window panel, sometimes when I woke up in the middle of the night I'd like to look at the view from my window and take some midnight air.It is quite bothersome for me to look at it while you are there.
Anyway eventhough you keep pushing the wrong button but sometimes I do enjoy your company.If only you didn't do the things that I don't like.I think we might get along just fine.And why don't you ever talk to me, it is hard for me to understand what are you trying tell me.
Frankly speaking, when I'm in the bathroom the thing that scare the shit out of me is the scene from 'Psycho'.Lately I just get this paranoid feelings that someone with a kitchen knife is coming to kill me while I'm taking my shower.
*sigh* On second thought with you lingering around I think I just lost one or two of my screw or is it getting loose? I think I really need to get out some more.
Me
Mood: Unwell
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doll smiled.
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