Tuesday 15 June 2010

Godhand // Out Of Passion // Obsession

Godhand
Think of Chen's ultimate in DotA, think of Rikku's final weapon in Final Fantasy X or think of craftiness of His Holiness

God does miracles, I'll give you that, with His hands, things; awesome and not-so-awesome events happen.

Really, yesterday, a chain of events made me so pissed and everything, and then Destiny's Play decided to lead me to strike up a conversation with someone interesting on MSN messenger, and at the same time, I got to clear the air between myself and another guy whom I initially thought had something against me.

Out Of Passion, Heartbeat, Heartbreak
Whether one regards the above statement as "due to"/" because of" passion or exhausting it is totally up to one's view. You said so yourself. So I guess I have to be more careful next time, and not to fall for someone who does things because one is "in the spur of the moment".

My heart beats, and my heart breaks. Guess that's ordeals I gotta face, or maybe shut people out, till I can really love again.

"I'll never love again" - Lady Gaga in Speechless.

Appetite//Obsession
Well, it's not a secret that I love eating, and I can eat A LOT, as much as my younger brother, who is thinner than I am anyways. Let's just say both of us can derive the most utility from a round of buffet ;D

But, is there really such thing as eating too much good food? What I like to do during dinner when I'm out, is have at least a plate of plain stir-fried vegetables as an 'add-on'. Can't seem to understand why some people can eat so little, or maybe 'cause I'm still maturing and growing LOL

Monday 14 June 2010

Hypocrites.

Had a so-called holiday for 4-and-a-half days owing the fact that AS exams finished on Wednesday, 2pm (9th june 2010 - 13th june 2010), this aint enough!!

Time table
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The new time table was shocking really. For me, it's so freaking packed!!! Due to the subject combination I'm taking (Math, Physics, Bio, Econs), I have little to no break time for me to even have lunch.

Choices
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Now, the pressure and stress is really getting into my head. I'm seriously thinking of dropping a subject, from 4 subjects to 3 subjects. Any advice?

Hypocrites & the like
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Beginning to realise, more and more people around us are plastic and fake.

This particular example, is of this person I know, let's call him Q. His principles include friends over dates. Or so he claims. But he himself recently breaks it and gloats about it how the date (let's call the date R) was fantastic, when he knows his close friend, S likes the R. And Q did the date quietly behind S's back, and begins to boast and gloat about it, even to the extent of showing off the texts between Q and R to S.

An ass ain't he? And the *best* part is he doesn't feel any remorse whatsoever, and seems glad to be sleeping around with another person's interest.

Q doesn't take 100% of the blame though, IMO. R also shares the the blame for just letting it happen, and S too, for not taking any initiatives to make the first move.

So who is to blame? I'm probably sound biased and say Q, but I have reasons to justify. What say you?

Monday 7 June 2010

Always Be My Baby

Always Be My Baby - made famous by Mariah Carey, also sung by David Cook

It ends.

But you'll always be a part of me, though it was somewhat a form of unrequited love. Time can't erase this feeling I have. Time may cause it to slowly diminish, but it will not be erased, nor will it die.

Comes a time when I need to stop pining for something I will never attain. But if I tried harder, then perhaps love will come with a reply one day.

Once again, the over-friendly gestures from you, I perceived it as gestures of affection.  This has to stop.

As much as you'll always be my baby, I will never hear your heart play this song. =/

I just haven't met you yet =)

The Final and Last Straw//Dream

Yes, I do indeed realise it's less than 24-hours since my last post, but, what the heck =P


Last Straw

I've had it up to my neck, and had the last straw for many things, including my housemate (who shares the same bathroom) who

i) Doesn't give a flying fuck regarding the condition of the bathroom (he can still bathe with all that grime and filth, leaving me in charge to clean it, seeing whe doesn't give two sh*ts about cleanliness)
ii) More often than not, he forgets to unlock the door for my side, causing a LOT of trouble for me, by either asking him open the door or forced to use the bathroom downstairs because he is not around.
iii) This motherf*cker takes no liberty whatsoever to do whatever he has to do in the morning quietly, EVERY GOD DAMN F*CKING MORNING, he'll gargle and spit out sputum in the most grotesque way that I can't remain asleep after hearing it.

WHERE ARE YOUR GOD DAMN MANNERS!? I'm so eager to wait for him to leave or I end my studies here in PJ, (considering this room I got, is for a rather decent rate. I have address matter num. ii) to him, and lately the number of times i have to swear for having the door unexpectedly locked has reduced significantly (but still happens nonetheless)


This MOFO doesn't have my personal contacts of any form, so I can be quite assured he wo'nt read this rantings. It's rather amazing how some people can live with filth their whole life.



Last Item

Yesterday, I purchased the Final Fantasy Monster Vol.1 series in Mid Valley, and purchasing the display one, because they were out of stock. And for the price I'm paying, they had better have all the parts intact, or I'd be charged for sodomizing them.

And earlier in the morning I ran out of all-ever-so-handy CIF(JIF), a brand of toilet cleaner, and the sundry shop had one last one on display, and I was forced to take that or the over-priced one in 7- ll. Then, I used it to clean the grime that the MOFO refuses to clean.



Short End of the Stick

Waking up this morning was rather different.

It's as though as I'm beginning to understand more and more that the relationship I crave for ain't gonna happen, at least not with this person. And hence that also inevitably led me to feel less desperate, and perhaps now, I'll wait for a text this time instead, just to see if I'm more than just a friend/fling. Simply enough, if you think of me, you'll text, if you don't, then I don't receive your text.

Sounds like I',m getting the short end of the stick, when it comes to being delegated with someone who Cupid arranges. Once again, maybe Destiny's Play wants me to walk alone a little longer, not that it's sad being single and all, but at least, I get my much valued private time to myself without compromising for the time spent with another.



The Final - A Lucid Dream

It was very weird, the dream last night. Basically it was about myself touching the heart of a mother, because I dated her child, which supposedly no one else wants to date. The child was fine appearance wise, but seems there is a catch to it, for example, a spoiled attitude and whatnot. So I was chatting with the mother who was a very bubbly woman, stocky but seemed to be walking on sunshine for as long as she lived. We came about to talk about politics, strangely. But at the same time, when talking with her, for reasons unknown I felt malice growing in her heart, from her body language, they way she looked at me. Also, and the moment I felt malicious intent, I grinded my teeth, and like many of the dreams I had, the grinding of my teeth were so real, that I could feel my teeth falling off due to excessive grinding. And the dream ends.

What I could analyze from the dream, was the discussion of politics, similar to the one I had with you the other night. At the same time, I tend to have mild lucid dreaming capabilities which I keep in memory, in addition to recurring dreams and dreams which feel so real..

Hmmm, perhaps, I could submit a dream journal as part of my future blog posts?  =P

Sunday 6 June 2010

Promise I'll be Kind

And yes, I have returned from my "hiatus", if you may call it, not that I was dry of inspiration to write or anything, it's just that I felt more personal stuff should be kept to my self, and my alternate psyche, my diary, which may be known as The Diary.

On to the post,

"Promise I'll be kind" - Paparazzi by Lady Gaga

I've been a pretty nice guy (if I must say), but now after giving deep thought about it, is it worth being nice to EVERYONE? To an extent, even, to be perceived as soft and/or soft-spoken, just because, I feel that I'm polite, especially to people whom I've just only met.

Kindness is the basis of Buddhism, or so they say. Can there be too much kindness and compassion spreading and reaching out to people you may know, or not know?

Do you deserve the kindness which I treat you with? Or somehow rather, you prefer rough guys with the bad boy image who act no less of the image as well? I cannot be what I'm not, and 'role-playing' an evil character just to nail a date I want would be akin to lying because that's not the real me. Then I would have to come to another consensus with myself that perhaps by being the nice guy, and treating people well ain't gonna get you a date/laid. It's always been the case around us, hasn't it? Or perhaps the people I've met want a macho guy with muscular pecs, a bad-ass scar tattoo who'd treat them like their bitch in bed? I don't know. You tell me.

You say you do not want to be alone anymore, telling me things like you don't want to die a lonely death, and emo-ing about how you may die alone.
That doesn't have to happen. We may have only just met, but if you allow, I can be the one who walks by your side as you stride in the 'journey' we call 'life'. To an extent, I don't hold a degree in psychology, but I can tell how uncomfortable you may feel when I express my feelings in public especially as well as feeling uneasy about the certain interests I take.

It's fine, we've only just met. Perhaps I'm really rushing it. Or perhaps, like how a reaction of vinegar and baking soda bubbles before it subsides and dies - the chemistry we had was short lived. Or perhaps, you need someone kinder, or even, someone less kind.

Maybe, like Rihanna you want a rude boy or a Chris Brown in your life.

Yours truly,

Heartwrecked Wilson