Thursday, November 29, 2007

Emotions are not skilled workers

Ever experience this feeling when no matter how hard you try to cling on to something with all that you've got, but whatever you throw in just cant seems to relay the message the way you wanted it to be directed to?

Time after time, the disappointment lingers around you like the smell of burnt toast. You made the toast, you looked forward to it, you even enjoyed making it, but it burnt. what were you doing? Was it your fault? It doesnt really matter anymore anyway.

Then you open the window, but only the very top layer of the smell goes away,the rest remains on you. It's on the wall, you leave the room but its on your clothes. You change your clothes but it's in your hair, it's on the thin skin on the tops of your hand, and in the morning, its still on you.

Hit the spot, didn't I?

Communication is just a sucker in everybody's life. How many things are there for an average person to face everyday? In the midst of putting the record straight, making things right, how many other things are then left in the dust, as if leaving them outstretching their arms in distress motion, with a i-need-your-attention signboard hanging from the neck.

I bet i hit another spot on you again.

Then again. it did not take long for us to blame ourselves, we spend our time watching things like this happen in other people's lives and attempting to divine what it is they have done to bring in on themselves, what is it that we would never do. So when it happen in our life, we were ready to accept that we had brought it on ourselvs but we didnt know how we had done it.

Yes, love may be the greatest ever sensation one may ever experience, maybe losing to having an orgasm by a wee bit. But still, voluntarily stranding yourself in the whirlpool of love is just plain ignorant. Sour grapes? Taste bitter though.

No one say its easy, but its almost easy to pull out one after another note of comfort, just for the sake of, erm, replying. With these bottles of empty promises filled to the brim, how many more are there to come?

Hopes are fading, even the blessed virgins cant do much help.

There will never be a moment like before. What will you you and you possibly know?
It will just be another bolts of utter disappointment behind the glittering facade.

Monday, November 12, 2007

How worthy are you?

Mood: tyrannical

The mood says its all, and the feeling isnt right.
Its worst than egg in the face.
It's like stepping on a pile of hot poop and before you can even shout "OH CRA..." the other leg goes crushing momentarily on another pile of misplaced property.

ahhh, i want to rant so much but i dont know where to start.
So nights world. BAH.