Wednesday, July 23, 2008
l.i.f.e
Drunk. Alive. Incapacitated. Happy. Naughty. A pain in the neck. Irritated. Jumpy. Embarrassing. Tired. Dignified. Proud. Spontaneous. Angry. Violent. Rageful. Murderous. Ambitious. Racist. Inquisitive. Loving. Systematic. Uncommon. Useless. Addictive. Confused.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
with all my love
This post is dedicated to my loved ones, both friends and family, without whom I will not be who I am today. Okay, so it's not like I'm some accomplished millionaire right now but at least I'm not in jail or lying drunk on the streets somewhere - I think that's something to be thankful about.
I wish I AM some kind of accomplished millionaire, though. That way, I can help my mum pay off her bank loan for the house, help my loved ones who are going through financial troubles, buy my girl the best gifts, own a private jet with my own personal pilot to bring my family to the nicest places on earth, set up an R&D department in my company to design and make cool crime-fighting gadgets/vehicles/body-suits so I can be Batman.
On a more serious note, I need to take my fight on crime to an international level. The kingpins of crime in various countries need to be brought to justice and corrupt authorities should be overthrown. Instead of the bat-signal, I should give police chiefs of various countries (starting on a more regional level) a bat-pager - then they can simply page me.
As I said earlier, this post is dedicated to my loved ones, both friends and family, without whom I will not have such ambitious, glorious dreams. When I become Batman, I will not forget you all. (Especially you my baby, and don't worry, I'll tell you where I'm going and everything. Please don't stay up!)
I wish I AM some kind of accomplished millionaire, though. That way, I can help my mum pay off her bank loan for the house, help my loved ones who are going through financial troubles, buy my girl the best gifts, own a private jet with my own personal pilot to bring my family to the nicest places on earth, set up an R&D department in my company to design and make cool crime-fighting gadgets/vehicles/body-suits so I can be Batman.
On a more serious note, I need to take my fight on crime to an international level. The kingpins of crime in various countries need to be brought to justice and corrupt authorities should be overthrown. Instead of the bat-signal, I should give police chiefs of various countries (starting on a more regional level) a bat-pager - then they can simply page me.
As I said earlier, this post is dedicated to my loved ones, both friends and family, without whom I will not have such ambitious, glorious dreams. When I become Batman, I will not forget you all. (Especially you my baby, and don't worry, I'll tell you where I'm going and everything. Please don't stay up!)
Monday, July 21, 2008
teenage aftermath
Realisation - this seems to be the theme of my life for now. I was such an asshole.
(A few paragraphs were supposed to appear here instead of what you're currently reading. However, it has been deleted in a fit of anger due to my lack of ability to accurately put into words what's in my head. Words, resurrect!)
(A few paragraphs were supposed to appear here instead of what you're currently reading. However, it has been deleted in a fit of anger due to my lack of ability to accurately put into words what's in my head. Words, resurrect!)
Friday, July 18, 2008
like a virgin
I feel like a fifteen-year-old again. This grasping at straws for a purpose/objective/aim of this blog has left me feeling slightly embarrassed and annoyed with myself.
Teen acne = Embarrassment
Teenage angst = Annnoyance with self
Then at the end (a figurative "end") of it, I feel like there isn't really a need for a purpose/objective/aim (much like when you hit 21 and the acne and angst go away), and I just feel plain stupid (like when you hit 23 and think "what an idiot I've been before").
(And then, you hit 30 and look back at when you're 23 and think "I thought I knew what I was talking about back then, but I actually don't have a clue" - just like looking back at what I wrote above and seeing how they don't make sense and suddenly realising this whole virgin post is screwed.)
Teen acne = Embarrassment
Teenage angst = Annnoyance with self
Then at the end (a figurative "end") of it, I feel like there isn't really a need for a purpose/objective/aim (much like when you hit 21 and the acne and angst go away), and I just feel plain stupid (like when you hit 23 and think "what an idiot I've been before").
(And then, you hit 30 and look back at when you're 23 and think "I thought I knew what I was talking about back then, but I actually don't have a clue" - just like looking back at what I wrote above and seeing how they don't make sense and suddenly realising this whole virgin post is screwed.)
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