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Saturday, December 26, 2009
>surfing through the net today, i came across a link to a good book.
being the bookworm that i am, i opened the site, in which i found more
and more and more good books i haven't read.
needless to say, it made me feel incredibly poor and sorry for
myself. there are so many books in the world that i haven't read, and
so little time left to read them, as i am growing older and losing my
leisure time to studies and work.
this is strange, in this age of technology, when ebooks are all over the net. but i do not want ebooks, although i do settle for them sometimes (would anyone be so kind as to send me an ebook of the second book of gossip girl? thanks.) ebooks make me feel sorrier for myself for some reason. i love the feeling of holding a book in my hands. i don't really mind if my books get dog-eared, it just means they are well loved. i don't want them getting torn though. i love the feeling of carrying around a book, ready to be read at any free moment. also, i love the fact that reading real books save electricity. nuff said.
realizing this, i resolved that one day i'll be rich and own a great library
Thursday, December 10, 2009
> i've been catching him giving me strange looks. i've seen him look away
more than once. and i've noticed him trying to distract my attention
from what i want most at the moment.
alcohol.
it was all his fault, and i give him full credit for my ruin.
i'm not broken yet. because i am sensible and logical and i know what i
can take and what's good for me.
still, i keep wishing i can drink a little to steady this dull
pain in my chest that gets sharper as every non-alcohol minute passes.
pass me the beer.
> i watched 2012. and i can't help thinking how lucky that family is.
imagine, crashing cars and tumbling buildings, cracking roads and
falling rocks all over the place and they survived! how lucky can one
get.
it was all very shocking in the beginning, all the suffering.
but there were so many people. there were so many deaths. so many that
after a while you can't even feel sorry for them anymore. you start to
think that that's the way it should go. and that if the end of the
world comes, we mustn't try to resist. everyone dies sometime.
> in our house, the toilet seat is perpetually up. everyone pees with the
seat up, so there are no arguments about who left the toilet seat up or
down, depending on which gender you are.
i don't really understand when i see people scolding and arguing about
this. i don't get what the big deal is. you use the toilet bowl, you
adjust the seat to your liking. it doesn't take any engineering skills.
it doesn't even take five seconds. live and let live, i say. your
rights do end where others' begin, but really. it's just a toilet seat.
> stars are pretty aren't they? they twinkle and sparkle in the night
sky, making grounded men lose their footing from staring at and
admiring something they know is out of reach.
maybe if stars can easily be plucked from the sky, and
collected and kept in jars at home like fireflies, there wouldn't be
such a fuss about them. children would pluck as much as they want, and
when then they'll grow up and out of this obsession. and no one would
have to trip over his feet from trying to capture a piece of their
beauty in their minds.
> i've stumbled upon Emily's facebook. we've been friends there for quite
some time now, but i haven't really been to her page since i approved
her friend request.
i browsed through her pictures, and i saw her in her school,
with her friends, with her band, with her pets. i don't know why i
bothered. maybe i just wanted to see if there would be any spark of
nostalgia for me.
there was none and it was really too bad. we were such good
friends too, back when then. i guess that's what happens to friends
after a long time.
11 - 05 - 09: A 100 words post > for one week
for seven days
for one hundred sixty eight hours
for one thousand eighty minutes
i was happy.
for a piece of my life
for a stolen moment
for a snatch of the past
i was grateful
for a single delusion
for a bit of encouragement
for a reason to hope
i was glad
even when i knew that delusions will stay delusions
they say hope should never be relinquished
but when the truth is so glaring
the facts unchangeable
would you still dare hope?
will you go on believing?
will you test your faith?
because i did.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
>     back when i was in elementary, when internet wasn't yet a necessity, i played this game. it wasn't the kind of thing you'd think a girl would want to play, since it was a building game. you build ridiculously complicated machines to be able to do something ridiculously simple, like "put the ball into the hoop", and i was so hooked onto it. i could play it for hours and hours and hours until my mom would get mad. recently i downloaded it again, and i was shocked to find out that it was actually a DOS program. you don't see that often anymore. and after a hard time trying to figuro out how to run it again (actually after my sister had a hard time figuring it out :p) i finally started playing. i still loved it. i loved thinking of how to accomplish the ridiculously simple tasks. i loved building the machines. i loved everything about it. maybe i'm still just a kid at heart. maybe i just love games. but sometimes i like to think that this was what i was made to do. sometimes i try to believe that i really was meant to be an engineer, and i made the right course choice three years ago.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
> 20 minutes of happiness
20 minutes of gaiety
20 minutes of freedom
from the restraints that bind me
20 minutes of purity
20 minutes of bliss
20 minutes, for just 20 minutes
Let us stay like this
20 minutes of pretense
20 minutes of deceit
20 minutes of drunken madness
must we end this?
Yet 20 minutes is all we have
our time is up, how time does fly
is this how it's meant to be?
stuck on these 20 minutes for eternity
Sunday, September 13, 2009
> The written word
can build an empire
and tear it down
trigger revolutions
stir the hearts
of the bourgeoisie
The written word
can immortalize shame
and mortalize heroes
shatter reputations
cure delusions
break a million hearts
the written word can,
with its truths
and its lies
with its artful deception
and distorted realities.
the written word
is a powerful tool
yet it's us
it is us who choose
to deceive
and believe
~ Me ~
Aryan, 17
university sophomore
obsessive compulsive
slightly neurotic
incredibly moody
bites when provoked
vicious when hurt
silent
aloof
daydreamer
pretty complex
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~ I dig.. ~
dark chocolate(hint, hint)
kittens
anime and manga
surfing the net
rain
frozen food
coffee
figurines
dolphins
necklaces
earrings
stuffed toys
o2jam
perfect world
RPGs
~ I detest.. ~
worms
whiny voices
flying roaches
social climbers
eggplants
blood
broken promises
~ I wish for.. ~
peace and quiet
a small white bear with a sweater
the route to neverland
the yellow brick road
less homework
world peace?
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