You know what's worse than a golddigger?
Wannabe gold diggers that still FAIL at the task
Ending up with neither the dignity nor the money.
You know what's worse than a thief who steals?
A "thrifty" shopper who will kill to save $10
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/29/business/29walmart.html?_r=2&em
Written on: November 28, 2008
Written on: November 26, 2008
Is there really such a thing as goodbye?
My brain throbbed as it choked on its own thoughts; thoughts which refused to subside despite the pain. They were the sort of thoughts that cut into the soul, leaving it to bleed until all that remained was emptyness.
I'm the only thing I'm afraid of.
3:09am / I'm living my fear... And from my fear, my dreams develop and from my dreams, my fear extends.
I woke up in the dark of night, baffled. I drawed the blinds to feel a sense a reality, only to see my neighbourhood engulfed in a thick fog.
Have you ever experienced a flood of memories run past you and all you can derive from them are emptyness? Those memories you once deemed as happy... Suddenly the memory of the sun shining is nothing but a color, the people present only reflect how inevitable loneliness is and the emotions felt are dulled and purposeless.
My memories have been beatened and scarred by my dreams.
The battered dreams of the past extend into the future as well. I dreamt I was able to leave this place, this area that for some reason, represents every difficulty I've experienced. I saw myself in a new neighbourhood... Of rich, grand houses all around yet I felt as though each one lacked life. I saw myself screaming, I saw myself struggling again. I saw so many things... Wordless images tainted with a sense of emptyness. Waking up to the sight of fog only frightened me more... It's almost like there's nowhere to go.
7:41am / Between my pride and my promise...
I do not wish to blame you for the bad that has become a part of me... To do so would mean I've no control nor no credibility for the good that has also come to be of me.
Thus, I blame you for the pain, though not for my weaknesses
11:33am / There's truth in everything, even lies.
My brain throbbed as it choked on its own thoughts; thoughts which refused to subside despite the pain. They were the sort of thoughts that cut into the soul, leaving it to bleed until all that remained was emptyness.
3:09am / I'm living my fear... And from my fear, my dreams develop and from my dreams, my fear extends.
I woke up in the dark of night, baffled. I drawed the blinds to feel a sense a reality, only to see my neighbourhood engulfed in a thick fog.
Have you ever experienced a flood of memories run past you and all you can derive from them are emptyness? Those memories you once deemed as happy... Suddenly the memory of the sun shining is nothing but a color, the people present only reflect how inevitable loneliness is and the emotions felt are dulled and purposeless.
My memories have been beatened and scarred by my dreams.
The battered dreams of the past extend into the future as well. I dreamt I was able to leave this place, this area that for some reason, represents every difficulty I've experienced. I saw myself in a new neighbourhood... Of rich, grand houses all around yet I felt as though each one lacked life. I saw myself screaming, I saw myself struggling again. I saw so many things... Wordless images tainted with a sense of emptyness. Waking up to the sight of fog only frightened me more... It's almost like there's nowhere to go.
7:41am / Between my pride and my promise...
I do not wish to blame you for the bad that has become a part of me... To do so would mean I've no control nor no credibility for the good that has also come to be of me.
Thus, I blame you for the pain, though not for my weaknesses
11:33am / There's truth in everything, even lies.
Written on: November 17, 2008
Written on: November 2, 2008
In fact...
She is nothing.
8:29pm / There's a sort of experience that one can never seem to gain or progress from, one which only seems to tackle our confidence unjustly and cruelly, leaving us with only insecurity and uncertainty as our weapons of defense. How can I trust my knowledge if my senses in retrieving that knowledge is faulty? How can I deem my senses as flawed if they are considered in working shape? Then it must be due to my mental ability in directing them. But how could it be that I have consciously directed them to focus in and concentrate on what I wished and still it fails me?
Perhaps I am just stupid. That could explain it! For we can never truly know what we lack, only what we hold, thus even with conscious deliberation, it wasn't enough and little did I know.
