Sunday, November 30, 2008
When I go home, people ask me
Hey Fred, why'd u do it man. Why?
You some kind of, game junkie?
I won't say a damn word.
Why?
They wont understand, they wont understand why we do it
They wont understand it's about the men next to you.
And that's it.
It's all it is.
knock knock; - 5:22 AM;
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
knock knock; - 9:51 PM;
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
You used to talk to me, _________.
You used to lean on me, _________.
You used to walk with me, ________.
Can we get this back to how it used to be?
I used to reach for you, _______.
I used to listen, _______.
I used to follow you, ________.
Can we get this back to how it used to be?
i seriously do cherish this friendship a lot and i know you do too. I'm really thankful and glad that you talk to me about things you struggle and you are really open about your life. I'm glad that i do play a small part in your lifeDeath is the most beautiful phase of life. You have flashbacks, of the good times you had with your family, your friends. You feel joy, elation, happiness. You probably felt you were the king/queen of the world at that moment. Death helps you re-live that fraction of a second, that great feeling of triumph.
Death also helps you to be humble, whatever awards you get, whatever trophies you may want to collect, it will turn into useless metal and wood. People may wave a exam certificate in your face and yell at you "I have FULL As, you've got jackshit!" And when that happens, you can confidently smile at the guy and say "Your As won't save you from dying will it not?" You have the satisfaction of knowing that no matter what other people achieve; become President of the United States of America, get a Lamborghini, get a million dollar job, you know that they will be equally like you in status quo. Ashes in a Urn. That's your new status.
But the best part of death, is simply the end of all suffering. The end of all pain. The end of all agnoy. The end of all hurts. The end of all hatred. The end of having to live a treacherous life.
This my dear friends, is the best part of death. The end of all things bad.
And incase you are wondering, yes I have fallen back into that pithole called depression.
knock knock; - 5:40 AM;
Monday, November 10, 2008
You speak of justice, of cowardice?
I will show you the justice of the grave, and the true meaning of fear.
My child i watched with pride as you grew into a weapon of death.
Remember, our line has always ruled with cruelty and fear
and I know you will show no mercy when exercising your great power
Did you think
I have forgotten?
Did you think
I had forgiven?
Paraphrased.
knock knock; - 2:15 PM;
Monday, November 3, 2008
Surprisingly being a duty clerk isn't that hard at all.
Only thing is you gotta be at the office by 7am and leave by 7pm.
And if it so happens that the day before you were playing soccer until you could drop dead, that's bad. I had to push my bloody arse off the bed and shake my head before I could wake up.
So tomorrow's duty off, that means I report to work at 12.30pm instead of 8am. *sighs*
I finally get to get some REAL sleep.
Yes I know that side ---> is pretty fubar and ugly right now. I'll fix it.
when I want to.
knock knock; - 6:25 AM;
