Let Me Explain...

You see, all of my body parts decided to have an election. They wanted to decide who was the most important body part of all, on my body. At first, they decided to go the democratic way and actually have votes cast in favour. But since they were the only ones voting, they each ended up voting for themselves. (For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why they simply didn't make a rule where they couldn't cast their vote for themselves.) Anyhoo, they then decided to ask me. They told me I could take my time, but I had to choose. I thought and thought and pondered for a bit, but it's so hard to choose. They all seem so important, how could I choose? But I just had to. So I picked my nose.

Early morning

3:23 AM

Struggling to sleep. Why is it that I only think of how much of an asshole (dick?) I am right now? I don't just mean that selfishly in that I'm trying to sleep and imagining how big an asshole (dick?) I am keeps me from sleeping. But also in that I should realise such a thing when I'm actually busy being an asshole (dick?). So I can actually do something about it.

But no, I gotta think of this right now, when I'm really trying to sleep. So I can wake up early tomorrow and wish my love the best for her test. I hope I don't get up late.

On a side note, anyone planning to visit KGAF?

3:27 AM

(P.S.: Don't trust what Blogger says. It's 3:28 now.)

And I quote...

Joy and sorrow are not like oil and water; they co-exist.

- Jose Saramago?

I made it myself!

So there's this guy. He meets this girl and realises that she has a cold ALL the time. He is pained by this, and hates the fact that she's always in discomfort. So he cures her cold. And they both fall in love with each other.

What's this movie called?

Vicks Vaporub Ne Bana Di Jodi.

*laughs hysterically*

Sitting At Home

For the past couple of weeks, I've been at home. Sitting. Walking around. Doing nothing. Not even thinking.

Too bored to post, write, play guitar, photograph or think.

A little depressed. Or sad.

Unemployment does that, I've been told.

So maybe it's that.

Sigh.

HATE HATE.

Are you fucking kidding me?

No, you're not. This is happening. This is happening right now, in my city. And I hate it.

For all the love and all the shit that my city doles out, for all the lives it has given, and even the ones it's taken away, this is still my city. And I HATE it.

Yea, it happens every day somewhere in the world, and today it's happening here. And I HATE IT.

Fucking terrorists. Possibly from this very country. This violent behaviour is never going to end, is it? This has happened, someone will retaliate. And this will happen again, somewhere else. My optimistic view of our future is beginning to wane.

Any bets for how long we'll last? Because I know this hate (and all the hate around the world) is never going to die. As long as there are people who have, and those who have not, there will be hate. As long as there is no thought given by those who have for those who have not, there will be hate. As long as we continue to leave love out of the equation, this will happen.

So tell me this: How long will we last?

Can we all agree, before we kill each other, that we hate hate?

For the kid with the ice cream.

What's that?
You're fat.
Don't eat.
You sweat.
You reek.
You stink,
of meat.
And smoke.
Stop that,
you're fat.

You're bald.
You're hairy.
You're tall.
You're short
Too thin,
suck it in.
What's that?
You're fat.

You're too happy,
too sad,
too sane,
too mad.
Too worried,
too carefree.
Too like you,
unlike me.
What's that?
You're fat.

You curse
too much
eat
too much
sleep
too much
lie
too much
naive
too much
whine
too much
Where's your spine?
Look at mine!
What's that?
You're fat.

You disgust me.

Yea,
but,
I don't disgust me.