Saturday, January 13, 2007

Every Time We Say Goodbye

Everytime we say goodbye
I die a little
Everytime we say goodbye
I wonder why a little

Why the gods above me
Who must be in the know
Think so little of me
They allow you to go

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Pathetically Human

After a few drinks and some nicotine intoxication later, every lyric of every bloody song seems to ring oh-so-true.

"25 years(2 more years to go) and my life is still trying to climb that great big hill of hope for a destination." - 4 Non-blondes

"Like a clown I put on a show. The pain is real even if nobody knows. Now I'm cryin' inside and nobody knows it but me." - Tony Rich project

"I'm here without you baby. But you're still on my lonely mind" - 3 doors down

To cut a long story short, Human beings are pathetic. We spend day after day complaining, whining, listening to sad songs and putting ourselves as the main sad fuck in our personal mtvs. If we actually spent this time trying to improve our lives, I'm sure it'll make a significant difference. Even if it doesn't, I'm sure you will have a much better time.

Is it because we inherently seek pity? Or do we have a inferiority complex because of some sad childhood? (Said sad chilhood could range from being beaten by an alcoholic dad to being denied the permission to have a McDonald's outlet in your mansion.)

I think life is all about winning some and losing some. You may be damn frigging famous and rich, but you can't eat your fave Bak Chor Mee without a couple of bodyguards. You may not be the beneficiary of a rich household but at least you don't worry about your next meal.

It's only when we focus on the losing part that life loses much of its zest. Thus a logical conclusion is that we can be happy if we want to, but we usually choose to make ourselves unhappy.

Pathetic Masochistic Human beings.

Yeah, guess we're pretty much just that.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

The Boy Next Door

Random Gentle Love Dreamer

Kind, yearning, playful, you are The Boy Next Door. You're looking for real Love, a lot like girls do. It might not be manly, but it's sweet.

We think the next three years will be very exciting and fruitful ones for you. Your spontaneous, creative side makes you a charming date, and we think you have a horny side just waiting to shine. Or glisten, rather. You enter new relationships unusually hopeful, and the first moments are especially glorious. If you've had some things not work out before, so what.

On paper, most girls would name the Boy Next Door as their ideal mate. In the real world, however, you're often passed over for more dangerous or masculine men. You're the typical "nice guy:" without just a touch of cockiness, you're doomed with girls. A shoulder to cry on? Okay, sure. But never a penis to hold.

More than any other type, Boys Next Door evolve as they get older. As we said, many find true love, but some fail miserably in the search. These tarnished few grow up to be The Men Next Door, who are creepy as hell, offering backrubs to kids and what not.

ALWAYS AVOID: The Nymph CONSIDER: The Maid of Honor, The Peach

Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.

Friday, January 05, 2007

The Man Who Sold The World

We passed upon the stair, we spoke in was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago

Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World

I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare, we walked a million hills
I must have died alone, a long long time ago

Who knows? not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World

Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World