" If i sold my house and my car, had a big garage sale and gave all my money to the church, would i get into heaven?" I asked the children in my Sunday school class.
"No!" the children all answered.
"if i cleaned the church everyday, mowed the yard and kept everything neat and tidy, would i get to heaven?"
Again, the answer was, "No!"
" Well," i continued, "then how can I get to heaven?"
Don't tell me that you don't really want something, and turns out that in the end, you really did want it, lament and whine about to another person bout how terrible of a person i am to not offer you, which i clearly did, not that you listen, and then only to have it bite me back in the arse for a thing that i clearly did offer you.
For the last time, i do not friggin read your rat-assed minds.
If you do want to whine, friggin tell it to my face. geez. it's really that easy!
you've known me for TEN YEARS.
isn't it time to stop pretending to be all that i-is-shy-to-use-your-stuff hogwash?
Besides, if you really did want it, you wouldn't have drag your heavy bum all over the place and hop to the web to find out about it.
You know there's a kind of magic between people you love?
It's the understanding; knowing too much that they become a part of you.
You know what? As cliche as that lines pricks at my much less mushy bits, somewhere far deep down i truly believe there's that kind of magic.
Maybe it's not magic. It's simply how the understanding can be so wholesome and fulfilling during the moment, that when it fits like a glove, it feels like magic.
I've been walking down memory lane, every bit in it's figurative and literate meaning. There so much i realized that i've done, so much i've shared, so much i have become since i've left high school.
Is it fair to say that i have change in mass proportion in comparison to who i was in school??
Perhaps in terms of personality, i might not have changed at all?
I'm still that gullible girl that started out with a flair to look at things on the greener side of life.
Not so much when i hit the big dip downwards. I can be quite the pessimist.
What i do realized is, i'm not good at keeping friends at all.
I've made so many many friend in all walks of life, and yet the effort spent to keep them within my hindsight was taxing and frustrating, and it twist my guts how socially inept i am.
Trust me, i suck.
Or you might be one of those friends who just know how bad i am at keeping em'.
The whole point of this "me" banter is to say how sorry i am if i have in any way offended anyone, as i admit with true and thorough defeat that i am truly bad at keeping friends.
I'm selfish, because i let my own insecurities take the best of me.
I am painfully shy.
I'm afraid of confrontation.
And to speak truth in every sense of word, i'm plain scared that i bore you to death.
Yes, you my friend.
I've disappoint you, i've cause you sorrow, i've let you down. I have made you feel like you meant nothing in my life.
But the truth is, you do.
As hard as it is to believe, for every friendship I've forage and conquered, i cherish with all my heart. So much, i want it to remain that way. The way you see me as me, the first impressions that may (or may not) have leave positive(/negative) markings all over your generous heart. I am 'perfect' that way and wanted to remain so in your eyes.
All i can give you is this.
I cannot be there for you always
I cannot be there at the exact moment when you're depressed or jubilant,
Or through every laughter and tears.
Through every pain and hardship.
All i can offer is myself.
I cannot cure your pain, but i can share it
I cannot be always there, but i can go the distance for you
I cannot read minds but i am willing to listen to you if it takes all night.
I can be that friend that you haven't contacted in months, but is still able to "click" with.
I am willing to go to great lengths to be there.
Because that's what a friend do.
So i'm sorry my friend, that i could not be all you want me to be.
I'm sorry i can only do so much..
But i'll try really hard. because that's how much you mean to me in my life.
"Works hard and is actively pursuing her goals; however, she feels unappreciated and doesn't see any reward for her efforts."
Your Stress Sources
Feeling empty and isolated from others and trying to bridge the gap between herself and others. Wants to live life to the fullest and experience as much as possible. she cannot stand any restrictions or obstacles put in her way and only longs to be free.
Your Restrained Characteristics
"Emotionally withdrawn, feels forced to make compromises which makes emotional attachments difficult."
"Although she is able to find contentment through sexual activity physical activities, she feels hopeless to change her problems and difficulties and continues to make the best of what she has."
"Emotionally withdrawn, feels forced to make compromises which makes emotional attachments difficult."
Your Desired Objective
Very active imagination and may be prone to fantasies and daydreaming. Always dreaming of interesting and exciting things to happen to her. Is a charmer and wants to be admired for that.
Your Actual Problem
"Feeling held back and restricted from moving forward, looking for a solution that will give her more freedom and less obstacles."
Your Actual Problem #2
"Fears she will be held back from achieving things she really wants, leading her to search endlessly for satisfaction and become involved in activities which are pointless."
Here's the website so you can get your own personalized colour test ;D
Why do people tell others that they are not angry when they are in fact, very angry.
Aside from the fact that it's freakishly hilarious (being all huffed but shouting that you're OK, is not OK ), it's also super annoying and very I'm-not-past-my-teenage-angst period.
Not only do they do that, they then proceed to prattle (yes, prattle like an arthritic hag ) about how miserable they are to their friends because of this so and so friend who've pissed them off (unknowingly), and didn't apologize or make up for it, or did not bother to hear them out.
Sweetcakes, none of us are mind readers.
If you're hurting, just say it. Doesn't make you any less manlier, or whinier. or bitchier.
In fact, whining about not having the problem solved afterward is what makes you a whiny bitch.
Do i complain too much? Am i too picky, too critical, too judgemental?
Am i inconsiderate? too Sharp with words? too Blunt with Emotions?
Should i be more.... civil with my words? More careful? filter through everything thrice before spitting it onto others in an offhanded fashion?
Do i talk too much? listen too little?
I guess i am. that about sums up all that is me within these two weeks. Because somebody seems to think so.
Not that that somebody ever bothers with my blog.
I'm mad at you.
Mostly i'm just mad at myself, and the world.
Just because i smile all the time, doesn't mean i feel the way i'm smiling. I hate myself, for my superficial need of control over my emotions all the time.
this world is built to worship the beautiful i wish i'm as pretty, as the people i see. for when i look at the mirror, and i see me that's plain jane me, just plain jane me.
I wish i am pretty, so strong and graceful i wish i had elegance and my clothes were tasteful but when i look at the mirror all i see is plain jane me, oh plain jane me
I wish my skin were as fair as a petal And my hair flows like the breezy wind. And i had a a crown so full of glory That bad hair day don't happen on me.
But i'm just a person with ordinary days I'm exceptionally plain in extraordinary ways. My bad hair days outnumbered my good And my face always looking like it took the boot.
People tell me i'm pretty, i tell them i'm not Because they so often forgot, they too feel ugly as often as i And that feeling grew as time passed by.
Sometimes, what you built up over years can lead to an ultimate fall. Sometimes, falling makes you get back up. Determine to try again. But what happens when your knees fail you? Because other times you just crash and burn...
Maybe it's true that You grew up, and I remain the same. And that's the sad part of change. I wish you well in all you do. But don't come back for me, when you need me. Because cracks grew bigger over time And this time, it may be too wide to mend.
It's never too late, but i wish you came sooner. When we were friends, instead of familiar strangers...
Because you don't care about a stranger, no matter how familiar they are. You just won't give a shit.
Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table While I look outside So many things I’d say if only I were able But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by
You’ve got opinions, man We’re all entitled to ‘em, but I never asked So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine And get out of here fast
I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning There’s no one here to save
Who cares if you disagree? You are not me Who made you king of anything? So you dare tell me who to be? Who died, and made you king of anything?
You sound so innocent, all full of good intent Swear you know best But you expect me to jump up on board with you And ride off into your delusional sunset
I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction But you’ll never see You’re so busy making maps with my name on them in all caps You got the talking down, just not the listening
And who cares if you disagree? You are not me Who made you king of anything? So you dare tell me who to be? Who died and made you king of anything?
All my life I’ve tried to make everybody happy While I just hurt and hide Waiting for someone to tell me it’s my turn to decide
Who cares if you disagree? You are not me Who made you king of anything? So you dare tell me who to be? Who died and made you king of anything?
Who cares if you disagree? You are not me Who made you king of anything? So you dare tell me who to be? Who died and made you king of anything?
You could tell a billion white lies to others and make them like you. You could butter em up and down like a nice freshly baked scone.
But what you turn out to be, is molded by what they want you to be.
Are you willing to lose your identity, to doormat glossy shoes and crisp expensive coats? Or do you wanna gain rapport and respect in the good ol fashion way of being you?
Do you really just want to be another puppy-eye adoring slick kid? Or the one that holds the leash of power?
“Mirror, Mirror, heart of black, Can you see the things I lack?” “I suffer silent, still and cold; Thinking of things of old.” “Blood runs deep and I must confess, Only then can I find a semblance of happiness,” “Blood soaked hands I must hide, With the monster I keep inside,” “Mirror, Mirror, Can’t you see? What this reflection does to me?” “Fire burn and ashes pile, How did I become so Vile?” “For now I know a truth so rough, This will never be enough,” “Blood flowed deep and ashes fly high, I will never reach the sky…” "Heavens gates wont open for me,” *pause* “Oh, Mirror, Mirror can’t you see; What this reflection does to me?”
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space.
We’ve done larger things, but not better things. We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less.
We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.
There are plenty of moments in life when i'd like to cry. I'd like to cry when friendship sailed away. I'd like to cry when what i said don't count to a person i cared about. I'd like to cry when i'm feeling helpless over the directions of things in my life. I'd like to cry when i look back and thought about why i cared I'd like to cry because insanely, i still do. I'd like to cry when i let it all happen to me, and i took it in. I'd like to cry when i do let the tears come by.
I'd like to cry when i can't cry.
But i can't control the moments when i do cry. And when i do cry, the tears just can't stop gushing.
Tears are just useless blobs of liquid that does nothing. But god help me, i'd like to cry.
Yvonne Foong is a victim of a rare disease called Neurofibromatosis, which causes a string of tumours to grow up her spinal cords and near her brain. This compresses her nerves and paralyses her in many ways, in which, took plenty of years to recover from and to walk again. Partially blind and deaf, even now, she's still battling to live a normal life. Before all of this, she was just a regular growing teen, learning ballet and figure skating, passionate and confident about her future. And though this disease might have crippled her in many ways physically, she stayed strong and pull through with the expertise of modern medical help. She writes about her life in her website, and aims to create awareness and support for her cause.
I thought this particular article she wrote ring plenty of bells for us, to what most of us face from our doctors in Malaysia, especially those working under our goverment.
Mom just told me that the UMMC doctor said dad can walk, he just doesn’t want to move. I told mom not to believe her.
Unfortunately. I am all too familiar with these doctors. That happened to me when I had my spine surgery at KLGH in 2002.
After Neurosurgeon Johari Sinegar removed multiple tumors along my upper thoracic spine, I couldn’t sit or stand. When I propped the bed higher and higher to sit up on my own, one of the doctors who I suppose was the MO said to me, “What’s the use of sitting up when you cannot even walk?” The doctors and nurses said that I was lazy.
They wanted to discharge me even before the physiotherapist could work with me beyond simple bed exercises. Mom yelled at the doctor and asked him how could he discharged me when I could not even walk.
He buckled up and allowed me to stay on. Then the physiotherapist could continue to work with me. Two of them needed to do it together. One carried me and held my body upright. Another bent down to hold both my feet in the standing position. My soles could not even feel the floor when we started. I felt like floating and was afraid of collapsing.
They did this a couple of times before giving me a walker. With the walker, the physiotherapist clung onto me and the walker closely as we walked to make sure I did not fall. It hurt so much to walk but I recovered all thanks to the physiotherapists.
So when doctors in this country say that you are lazy, they just want to be done with your case as soon as possible. Don’t let them pull down your self-esteem.
Just a lil food for thought. You can trust anyone, but above all, you must trust yourself.
Yesterday i had perhaps, one of the many gloomy days of my life.
Not that my everyday is plastered in grey and black of course.
And it got me thinking how alone we are in this world when we're down. How much gloom can suck us into dusty cracks of the old life so fast, that your head's left spinning upon impact.
How a mere glance, and small encouraging word and a the touch of a true friend can change all that.
It's funny cause at the point when you thought you ARE alone, and you go over that self-pity routine, mop around in your pink fluffy room and post in on your hypocritical blog and BAM it hits you that there's a squillion of others out there worse off then you.
But of course, Africa's starving, and Pandas in China are crying themselves to extinction. Why'd you think they've blacks around the eyes. And then we have the ultimate global warming that's slowly sinking earth into another cold yogurt of mess at different poles and frying them at others.
Thank the ol G.W for your skin problems sweety.
And you think, HECK, I HAVE PROBLEMS?
yeah, i goddamnwell do. So do every single fudging entity or being on earth.
So i need to suck it up, and stop harbouring on past fudgeups =)
People around me tells me courage is to stand up for things you want, to go out and speak in public, to rebel and advocate for associations and pro bono work.
Articles tell me that courage stands for men willing to risk their lives in a battle for the lives of others, women that had triumphed the odds in every sense, Athletes running around the world as representatives for a cause and children who runs into burning shacks to save their younger siblings.
All those are very much courageous; true to word.
But the first time i learn about courage is from a book by Enid Blyton. It takes courage to admit insecurities. It takes courage to believe that things are possible It takes courage to be yourself. It takes courage to admit that you are lonely. And finally, it takes courage to go through each and every day standing true to your values, and what makes you, well... You.
Courage don't have to be large and acknowledge by a bunch of overeager crowd of fans. Courage starts small, and is that quiet voice, telling you is OK to feel the way you do, when the whole world gives you the stink eye.
And finally, courage is that small voice telling you, tomorrow I'll try again.
There's a song that goes, "Sorry seems to be the hardest words." But it's not the words that are difficult. It's meaning them. And not stopping until the injured party believes you do. -Mitch Albom-
It's not the sorry that people seek, but the knowledge that the person is well and truly, regretful of their actions...
Perhaps when those five letter spouts like a watering can off our flowery society, it seemed more of a polite gesture, than a well meant, sincere apology.
Because when you do it brashly, there's no need to swallow your ego and humble yourself. And when the other party refuses to accept the apology, or show signs and indications that they are still not letting it go, you became furious and upset claiming that the whole purpose is to make you feel bad.
Is it fair to say that this mindset is in fact, Individualistic?
Saying sorry doesn't put you in the mercy of others. It only puts you within the confrontation of your conscience and yourself. Because you know that you are gripped with a sense of contrition, when you understand the other party might not be able to fully forgive you.
That's when you place yourself in a disposition that allows you to say that you truly are, sorry.
For the sake of those who had suffered long enough in silence... i shall put a few cues here on how to get rid of this corny situation once and for all, pun intended!
Corny Solution A
Wait for it to go off. This could probably take awhile, from a few months to a few years (i kid you not) but you could save the trouble of spending any MAHNAY. By then however, all you could think of is you should spend a lil time and effort and some $$$ to get rid of the darn FUDGERING corn. You wouldn't want to do that.
trust me, i did.
Corny Solution B
Get yourself a corn plaster from one of those handy 24/7 pharmacies. Apply it as instructed (aka place plaster with round spongy thinger directly on top of corn, surrounding it. )
After noticing that your skin is hardened and peeling (after a day or more from application) proceed to cutting and digging the skin around it till it's you reach a white center part and dig that out. Dip feet into warm water beforehand so it's easier to snip at it. Continue this process everyday until everything is cleared.
lHurts like Fudging Helll. This method is ineffective for me, but whatever. it might work for you.
Most people i know recommends it.
My skin is however, extra thick and very very stubborn.
Corny Solution C
Aloe Vera. Snip a piece of Aloe Vera leaf off your mom's favourite "tong sui" plant, and apply exposed area (the wet wet one la) onto affected area on foot. Never tried it, it's traditional. Apparently it works. Maybe after, you could make yourself some nice HK feet tongsui.. Yummm..
Corny Solution D
Purchase Duofilm (Or hydrochloric acid, according to a friend) from the pharmacy. External use only, please do not swallow unless you're planning on taking your own life, if that's the case then feel free to do so (but you didn't hear it from me of course). Apply around infected area and a drip or two ON corn. Chant some self healing mantra, sleep it off and voila!
To speed process, PEEL AND CUT THE DWANG THING OUT. =)
again, pain factor remains unavoidable. Still, it's better than having that constant piercing pain. If you've had it, you would know it. ♥
JAN 13 — Recently, an article written by Nadine al-Bedair My Four Husbands and I created a furor among the Saudi conservatives. The said essay was picked up by the English media, though it hardly mustered a mention in Malaysia.
Reading it, I thought Khaled Diab’s analysis of al Bedair’s prose as honest, practical and that Bedair put forth her arguments wittily.
Diab commented, “Nadine al-Bedair quite sensibly posed the logical question: if Muslim men are entitled to marry up to four wives, why can’t women, in the spirit of equality between believers, have four husbands?
“I have long questioned why it is men have a monopoly on this right. No one has been able to explain to me convincingly why it is I’m deprived of the right to polyandry,” she complains.
The outspoken Saudi then goes on to deconstruct and question the traditional justifications for polygamy, including that, in a traditional patriarchal society, it is a shelter for widows, divorcees and women who can’t find a spouse; that men have greater sexual appetites than women and get easily bored; that women can’t handle more than one man; and that, if women could have multiple husbands, determining paternity would not be possible (an excuse made obsolete by modern science).”
“They tell me that I, as a woman, can’t handle more than one man physically. I say that women who cheat on their husbands and the ‘sellers of love’ [ie. prostitutes] do much more,” she counters.
I have to agree: what makes people think that women are truly the weaker sex and can barely handle one man’s ferocious appetite for sex?
Because I know many women who play out of their relationships and marriages, and there’s a growing number of polyamorous types walking and living in this city.
And do think about it: with women being more educated and financially independent, what can ONE MAN offer her? Not all men are good in bed, you know.
One man for love, one man for money, one man for sex and one man for great deep meaningful conversation.
And before you boys get riled up and start waving your er, ‘keris’ to prove your manhood, observe the more up-market hotel lounges and coffeehouses. Those ladies who lunch and look like boiled eggs? You think the boys with them are their SONS?
So. Let’s say we want to halalkan zina. Perhaps by legitimising the affairs, women too should be allowed four husbands.
“Ha? You dah gila ke. Laki satu pun dah pening, nak empat lagi?” A friend was incredulous.
Ah, ladies. This is where we err. Allow me to quote a good friend who is KL’s style maven: Dzireena Mahadzir. In her last column she told us to think like a man. And to think like a man is to compartmentalise. Remember!
One man for love
One man for money.
One man for sex
One man for great deep meaningful conversation.
You repeat all the four lines 1,000 times a day in front of you mirror. InsyAllah.
I have this friend who’s a Shiite and she’s younger than me. Devout, she has had six husbands already.
“Oh my God, you’re only 30 and you’ve had six husbands?!”
“Dina, I kahwin mutaah! We Shiites can do so!”
“What on earth is that?” Kahwin lari I had heard. Mutaah no.
According to the Jakim website: “Nikah Mutaah (kahwin kontrak) iaitu meletakkan syarat untuk menjadi pasangan suami isteri buat sementara atau beberapa tahun sahaja.
Para fuqaha’ telah bersepakat telah menyatakan bahawa kahwin mut’ah hanya dibenarkan pada awal perkembangan Islam.Kebenaran pada masa itu adalah dengan tujuan untuk memperkembangkan Islam dan setelah hari pembukaan Mekah perkahwinan seperti itu telah diharamkan dan pengharaman tersebut adalah selama-lamanya. Ia bukan suatu yang bidaah atau yang baru diada-adakan cuma ada antara mazhab dalam Syiah yang membenarkan perkahwinan tersebut.
Dan pada masa ini, berlaku juga persetujuan bersama pasangan suami isteri tentang tempoh tertentu sebagai syarat perkahwinan untuk kepentingan peribadi, harta benda dan sebagainya samada disedari ataupun tidak bahawa meletakkan tempoh tertentu sebagai syarat itu pun menyebabkan tidak sah akad. .” [1], [2]
Wah, I also want la. I want to be Malaysia’s Elizabeth Taylor! I want I want!
Now what is the argument against polyandrous women?
The very enlightening and humorous book on genetics and evolution Why Beautiful People Have More Daughters by Alan S. Miller and Satoshi Kanazawa explains what monogamy, polygyny and polyandry are. Monogamy is the marriage of one man to one woman while polygyny is the marriage of one man to more than one woman.
Polyandry is the marriage of one woman to more than one man. Polygamy is the more popular term for polygyny, though the term refers to both.
“Now, the fact that polyandry is very rare in human society decidedly does not mean that married women have always been faithful to their husbands and mated with one man. On the contrary, human females have been promiscuous throughout their evolutionary history.”
The issue of paternity arises as men decide to stake claims on their progeny, and while polygynous men would be able to discern whose child is whose (which wife), with polyandrous women, it would be much, much harder. Sperm from different males have to fight with each other to impregnate the female.
Which is why the human penis is shaped the way it is.
The book quoted Gordon G Gallup and his collaborators. “The shape of the human penis… is shaped like a wedge.”
When a human male and human female copulate, the thrusting motions the penis makes “would be to draw foreign semen back away from the cervix…
“So in the case of polyandrous females, their males partners will be competing to scoop out rival sperms.
“In other words, the human penis is a semen displacement service.”
It’s a shovel.
So there you have it, my dear readers. The scientific reason behind the move against polyandry: safeguarding your progeny. Me Tarzan you Jane and this is my monkey.
Truth is, at least among my women friends and me, fidelity and monogamy are the most practical options. I quote another friend, “Aiyo, kalau one man dah berapa round, ni nak empat, mati keras aku woi…”
Readers with no sense of humour are not allowed to read my column.
Readers who think they are smarter than everyone else who reads TMI are not allowed to read my column.
Readers who think they are the next Messiah and already have a place in Heaven definitely CANNOT read my column.
[1] Note to readers: you are all Malaysians. If you can quarrel about the Allah issue, you can translate the above into English yourself.
[2] Note to readers II: yes, I am too lazy to translate it for you.
When you're down, look inside yourself. Find your inspiration and motivation. When you're down, look around yourself. Find the people in your life who have supported you all this while.
Then finally, ask yourself. Why after being blessed with all these and yet you are not happy.
No other things in life will matter more than how you live your life. Seek not the path that will take you no where but despair but instead find the way that will inspire you and push you forward in life. Looking back won't change what is already done but looking forward can change that which has not yet been done.
thang says: i gues like it or not watever ppl around say will affect u in some way some more n some less tats allso in the end u gotta look into urself n do d thing tat u feel is most right regardless of hu u r dealing with.
And from her collections of quotations.
"And what shall we pray for those who have lost, Not sight of the goal, But sight of the cost? Many a finish, Many an end, For enemy, for lover, For betrayer, for friend
Prayers may not change things for you but it may change you for things.
Listened to this song and thought of you. =) You know who you are. Enjoy.
Short Note from Writer ,
Wrote this yesterday. It's about that friend that you've held a grudge with for such a long time that you forget what the conversation was about.
Hope you like! :)
Much Love, Chris
When The Lights Burn Out By Chris Cendana Copyright 2007
When it's cold, i think of you and things feel like old times And the laughs we had warm me inside my mind is at ease when thinking of you and me Had a fight on our last go round No idea my world would come right down With nothing left to hold It's crazy to know, That you would still be there..
And I want you to know, I'll be here till my hair falls out and shining when the lights burn out I know it's been while but I can't help smile =) When you turn my world upside down
Yes, I know it's been years (feels like years) since we've talked on the phone this long And didn't say who was wrong Let's try to make this right I need some of you in my life
Take some time to reflect on the day that our friendship was set aside By the words that got mixed up in my mind A simple flaw is enough to destroy us all
I admit I was wrong, but dragging this out too long Was enough for me to write this song And say I'm sorry for all the things I've done.
And I want you to know, I'll be here till my hair falls out and shining when the lights burn out I know it's been while but I can't help smile =) When you turn my world upside down
Yes, I know it's been years since we've talked on the phone this long And didn't say who was wrong Let's try to make this right I need some of you in my life When the lights burn out. . .
shadowed city slumbers silently, a second story suite come craving courtship, selected serindipitously crazed copulation, a salacious storm of continuos coitus spread, straddled, conquered. Countless crashed suitors strewn carelessly center, silken sheets sensously caressing soft skin, contentedly sleeps your mom. XD
Did spring cleaning for my room today, and found traces of high school everywhere, from books to magazines. Can't help noticing how much of our lives are wired together, tangled in a web dusty year books that preserved our memories for good. Hardly surprising, considering the fact that we are sisters after all. Though many would have beg to differ at our clashing characteristics in every way. But to say that me and her are like fire and water would be incorrect. True to life, we do not compliment each other at all. But unlike fire and water, when pushed together, we can make quite a inferno team.
Maybe it's cause our weaknesses were slapped onto each other faces so blatantly and unwillingly we learn to work around each other or maybe it's cause we simply know too much of what makes us tick, hence pushing out the better bits.
Or maybe it's simply cause we know too much.
Perhaps, it would be more spot on to say we're more like oil and water, able to mix, but better off separated. After all, what can you do with water mixed with oil?
You know how it's like when you try to wash off all the slimy oil from that dish?
I'm still looking for the right detergeant.
Because no matter how hard i scrub, it won't go away.
If you've watched CSI you would love this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glvGfQnx3DI&feature=related
and these...
"Horashio, this man was found dead in mcdonalds Early in the monring"
- I guess He didn't ....
*puts on glasses*
- have a happy Meal
YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAH !!!!!!!!
"We found the victim in the casino parking lot. It seems that the killer defecated on him."
"Well it guess he's..."
*Puts on sunglasses*
"Shit out of luck."
YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
"The Michael Jackson fan was stabbed in the dressing room"
"Well it looks like the victim..."
*sunglasses*
"didn't see the man in the mirror"
YYYEEEEEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
" We found her head ripped off with her eyes stuffed in her ears"
"well it seems...."
"sunglasses"
" She wont be getting ahead in life"
YYYEAAAAHHHHHHH
and much more puns in the comment section... Enjoy.