When Things Don't Happen, When Things Happen. When

Ok, came up with a random title for a random post.

It's been eons since i've last blogged... I'm writing this cos i was looking around at people's blogs and sudden;y felt like writing something. I doubt it'll be any time soon before someone see's this post but i don't really give a shit. It's more for my own reference in the future.

Going through facebook, looking through friends' profiles...
Knowing for so long already that they're not really friends anymore.
Just... People...

Things happened... Many things...
Lost touch. Lost interest. Lost hope.

People whom I thought I meant something to, don't seem to remember me. They disappeared... All of them...

Ah but who the fuck cares anyway, really... i don't really give a shit anymore... I mean yeah, it's sad to lose friends this way but really no big deal to me if they don't feel the same way...

I'll survive...

With making friends on a computer game!!!!

FUCK YEAH! I'm a freak. Who cares. It's fun. And it's they best form of socializing i have right now... Sorry mate, I don't dig clubs and all... Worst sort of people there. Got that right.

Bah, i ran out of things to talk about... ermm... ermm... ermm...

I'm trying to look for a friend's blog w/o asking that person... Why? Because I want to know what's going on w/o being too kpo.
Sure i can just ask, but if I'm impt enough I'd've been told about it. AND NO, it's not in my email. I've checked though it's fraking flooded.

Ermm... Ermm... Tried googling it... nope cldn't find...

HEY I LEARNT THAT "AFK" stands for "away from keyboard" and "TBH" stands for "to be honest"

I'm seem to want to write so much that you won't want to finish reading it all.

I cross my legs the girly way when i play the game... It annoys me.
I'm like "wtf am i sitting like that" and then I open my legs wide wide like ah pek like that....
Maybe it's a natural reaction cos i'm sitting infront of the aircon.

The game is EVE Online anyway.
And my Corporation has got a blog if you wanna find out more things. I've not been blogged about yet so hang tight.
www.vigilpun.blogspot.com

Um, i haven't gone for mass for... can't remember....
what what what? just too troublesome.... and boring... not that it's not beneficial or what. I don't feel like benifitting now kind of thing? Yeah i know, "what if i die tmr" right... DUNNO LAH. DIE THEN SAY!

AND it's not like i've stopped believing... I'm just lazy. and ungrateful and selfish.... ugh yeah ok...

Well, i've kinda finished Poly... FINALLY... don't wanna talk bout it anymore other than saying just that...

WELL, ALL IN ALL, everything seems to be going quite shitty around me. Not that i can't do anything bout it. It's just not worth it sometimes. Even so I'm relatively happy. Because I've got you ZARA!!!

I LOVE YOU TO BITS. I WANT TO KISS YOU AND HUG YOU!!! MY HONEYBUNS!

What? If you people can't stand it, don't read. I'm mushy. Sue me.

ZARA MY SWEETY PIE. I LUB CHEW! MUAKZZZ... MuAkKkKkZzZ

Ok... that's enough...


HARO!, MY GNEHME ISHH TERENSHHHH...

The Right Thing

Sometimes it's wrong to do the right thing...
It is right to offer your time to others.
It is right give.
It is right place others above yourself.
It is right to decide to do the right thing.

Sometimes it's wrong to do the right thing.
It's wrong to offer your time for others,
till you have no time for yourself and you lose who you are.
It's wrong to always give,
because some will simply always keep and not learn to give.
It's wrong to always place others above yourself,
because some will think that they are better than others.
It's wrong to decide to the the seemingly right thing in that moment,
because others may take it for granted that you will always be there to set things right.

To teach or to spoil.
To cause suffering or to pamper.
Spare the rod spoil the child?


WWJD. The loving thing...

Pain

This pain mutilates my heart.
there is no remedy.
there is no cure.
the scar will remain forever.
the pain will never fully subside.
The only way to remove the pain is to remove the heart.

The image will forever stay with me.
The memory will haunt me endlessly.
I am about to yield,
yet i shall not, to keep my word to you my dear.

The last girl and the last reason to make this last for as long as i could.
-Snowpatrol

Abba Father, take this cup of suffering away from me.
But let your will be done, not mine.
-Jesus

Hvaf/Heim

Sigur Ros

Sigur Ros - Icelandic - and so are their lyrics.

Although i really have no idea of what their songs mean,

even after looking through the translations of some of their songs from 'Takk...' (It's like limericks)

I know good music when i hear it.

Some could say Hvarf/heim may not be as good as their previous album, Takk..., but what I say is that Hvarf/Heim is just different.

I haven't actually searched up the translations for any of the songs in Hvarf/Heim but i prefer not to know.

Takk... made me float.

But Hvarf/Heim took me on a walk around Iceland.

The cold open fields. Quiet. Peaceful. Simple.

Can't explain it all or else this review will end up as a descriptive essay.

And Knowing the meaning of the words would spoil all of that.

Ha, I promised a special someone that I'd take her there with me someday.

I will!

Music fans MUST listen to them.

Not asking you to like it. I'm asking you to give them a try.

Both Takk... and Hvarf/Heim

Here's Staralfur

Mission, Failed

I'm back
Back with another purple heart pinned to my chest.
And like everyone, I'd have rather came back without it.

Failed. Failed terribly.
Out there, the fatigue gets to you.
You tell yourself you've got something to fight for and you better fight hard.
But you're tired, you're lazy. You give up and you won't even know it!

It's gone... maybe forever. Probably forever.
The hostages have gone...
Even if they want now to be rescued... gone.

2 purple hearts...
You make mistakes, you live with it.
No time to live in guilt and survive on pity.
Seems like i need to head out again.

Exact same mission.
Exact same field.
Different hostage.

I beg you not to let me come back with a purple heart.

Questions Of Science, Science & Progess

I like math.
Maybe it cause of the feeling I get after solving each sum,
Catching each trick,
Forseeing the outcome.
It's like a small feeling of achievement. Of progress.
Like I'm a lil' smarter than i was a few minutes before.
Or maybe it's the feeling i get when
I know people looking at what I'm doing, have got no clue at all to the calulations.
MAYBE NOT... MAYBE SOMETIMES EH?

Maybe this is what spurs me to want to do more.
The addiction to these feelings of GREATNESS.
Ha.

2 days from my math exam.
I've still got 2 mnths of the syllabus to learn.
Let's not talk about practicing.
In order to even pass the module i have to score at least 85%.
Cos of my shitty attitude towards assignments.
But really, from the rate i'm going, it's far from impossible.
Maybe my head's getting too big.
I haven't even tried the revision papers.

Maybe, math is one of my niche...
I like math.

Please Don't Go Crazy If I Tell You The Truth...

Cos Both My Shoulders Are Heavy From the Weight Of Us Both