There's something about the look in your eyes
Something I noticed when the light was just right
It reminded me twice that I was alive
And it reminded me that you're so worth the fight
My biggest fear will be the rescue of me
Strange how it turns out that way, yeah
Could you show me dear... Something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
Could you show me dear... Something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
Theres something about the way you move
I see your mouth in slow motion when you sing
More subtle than something someone contrives
Your movements echo that I have seen the real thing
Your biggest fear will be the rescue of you
Strange how it turns out that way, yeah
Could you show me dear... Something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
Could you show me dear... Something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
About Me
- NeoWakko
- Words can help us grow, Like horse piss help trees. (Wonderfully btw)
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Fluffs~
"I've heard of your kind before"
I smiled and gave a nod.
"It's just so rare to see one"
He stood his ground although he was being pulled away.
"Greetings, my name is Aleste"
"Hello Aleste"
"Oh i'm so sorry! i think my dog likes you! His name is Bob"
"....and Bob is my other name..." said the dog, without even a hint of embarassment.
Won't be surprised if he's used to it.
"What about Aleste ma'am? Why not call your dog that?"
"Why Aleste?"
"Because that is his name" I said and smiled to loosen up the tension from her confusion.
"Well...okay..."
"No wonder the babies around here are smiling in their prams. I've heard many tales of how the young ones can never resist the winged humans"
The young woman looked at me, with doubt in her eyes, "he's talking to you isn't he?"
"Sorry ma'am, you must be nuts."
I smiled and gave a nod.
"It's just so rare to see one"
He stood his ground although he was being pulled away.
"Greetings, my name is Aleste"
"Hello Aleste"
"Oh i'm so sorry! i think my dog likes you! His name is Bob"
"....and Bob is my other name..." said the dog, without even a hint of embarassment.
Won't be surprised if he's used to it.
"What about Aleste ma'am? Why not call your dog that?"
"Why Aleste?"
"Because that is his name" I said and smiled to loosen up the tension from her confusion.
"Well...okay..."
"No wonder the babies around here are smiling in their prams. I've heard many tales of how the young ones can never resist the winged humans"
The young woman looked at me, with doubt in her eyes, "he's talking to you isn't he?"
"Sorry ma'am, you must be nuts."
Monday, November 13, 2006
A trip to the sea~
And so a cat crept through the bushes towards the sea.
He sniffed around and picked up its ears to make sure no one was around. Eyes don't work much under poor moonlight.
He tested the grounds-
not too hard, not too soft.
He sat dow and gently wrapped his tail around his body.
"Chilly tonight, isn't it?" asks the owl that floated down next to him.
"I can't imagine how you could do it, owl".
The owl just gave a knowing look, she had no choice, she's used to flying in the cold. Cozy is hardly a part of her dictionary.
"The dirty air doesn't make it any better" said she.
"I feel for all the fishes that lives in that sea." said the cat.
"Sympathy for another? we have quite abit in common" replied owl.
"The water, it is so dark, even during the day..."
"Human buildings spew it out every day"
"It is disgusting..."
"It is somewhat comforting, to know that there are creatures inferior to us". The owl perk up and looked beyond the horizon, "this sea is proof that they do not deserve any land to set foot on. This sea is our symbol of superior wisdom and of the downfall of man"
The cat gently leaned forward, and rested on his front paws.
"I see it differently though, in my heart i wish to save thos fishes, clean the sea, but i am just a cat."
"Why do you bother, cat? You've tried your best yet death and destruction still roam here"
"Why, wise owl, we sit here every night and each night you have much to say about this sea, yet you have never tried to do anything"
"I enjoy our conversation, but you must see that we should waste no more time trying to make the others understand."
"Why they associated you with wisdom, i may never understand, owl."
"knowledge, my dear cat. To be honest with you, i haven't a clue what wisdom is truly all about."
"And that, i know. Which is why our opinions may never come eye to eye. I speak in the hope of pointing out the failure of others so they could better themselves, but you speak only of the failure of others to feel better yourself"
"Where did you hear that from?"
"My mind, dear owl. I do not speak from the mind of others, i do not berate others to feel better, and that is what seperates us. You and I, and the sea of human failure."
He sniffed around and picked up its ears to make sure no one was around. Eyes don't work much under poor moonlight.
He tested the grounds-
not too hard, not too soft.
He sat dow and gently wrapped his tail around his body.
"Chilly tonight, isn't it?" asks the owl that floated down next to him.
"I can't imagine how you could do it, owl".
The owl just gave a knowing look, she had no choice, she's used to flying in the cold. Cozy is hardly a part of her dictionary.
"The dirty air doesn't make it any better" said she.
"I feel for all the fishes that lives in that sea." said the cat.
"Sympathy for another? we have quite abit in common" replied owl.
"The water, it is so dark, even during the day..."
"Human buildings spew it out every day"
"It is disgusting..."
"It is somewhat comforting, to know that there are creatures inferior to us". The owl perk up and looked beyond the horizon, "this sea is proof that they do not deserve any land to set foot on. This sea is our symbol of superior wisdom and of the downfall of man"
The cat gently leaned forward, and rested on his front paws.
"I see it differently though, in my heart i wish to save thos fishes, clean the sea, but i am just a cat."
"Why do you bother, cat? You've tried your best yet death and destruction still roam here"
"Why, wise owl, we sit here every night and each night you have much to say about this sea, yet you have never tried to do anything"
"I enjoy our conversation, but you must see that we should waste no more time trying to make the others understand."
"Why they associated you with wisdom, i may never understand, owl."
"knowledge, my dear cat. To be honest with you, i haven't a clue what wisdom is truly all about."
"And that, i know. Which is why our opinions may never come eye to eye. I speak in the hope of pointing out the failure of others so they could better themselves, but you speak only of the failure of others to feel better yourself"
"Where did you hear that from?"
"My mind, dear owl. I do not speak from the mind of others, i do not berate others to feel better, and that is what seperates us. You and I, and the sea of human failure."
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Had a dream~
About you.
About loving you.
You who do not love me.
Whom i don't think will ever read this.
But of all people, why you?
I hardly think of you, and yet, you appeared in my dreams.
You created my world and my emotions as you saw fit.
You moved and manipulated my heart, with your innocence.
A spacious city on a beautiful day,
The toxicating candy that we ate,
We lost our minds and sense of logic,
We were vulnerable, so vulnerable,
and you disappeared
In my dream i walked for 2 days to look for you.
Worried. So worried.
I carried my intoxicated self a great distance for your sake.
Why am i writing all this...
No one who reads this knows who you are.
And you will never find out.
Love and lost in one night.
NeoWakko
About loving you.
You who do not love me.
Whom i don't think will ever read this.
But of all people, why you?
I hardly think of you, and yet, you appeared in my dreams.
You created my world and my emotions as you saw fit.
You moved and manipulated my heart, with your innocence.
A spacious city on a beautiful day,
The toxicating candy that we ate,
We lost our minds and sense of logic,
We were vulnerable, so vulnerable,
and you disappeared
In my dream i walked for 2 days to look for you.
Worried. So worried.
I carried my intoxicated self a great distance for your sake.
Why am i writing all this...
No one who reads this knows who you are.
And you will never find out.
Love and lost in one night.
NeoWakko
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Extra Smooth~
I'm gonna lean back on my chair and do this with one hand.
I'm gonna do this with the purpose of testing how well i can focus.
It has come to my attention that i'm losing the control i have over my own mind.
It tends to blur out when i'm thinking too hard.
It used to be able to keep me up at nights...
...now it just puts me to sleep.
Fuck it. Both hands.
Let's start with a story. We havent had stories here in awhile no?
Once upon a time, in a faraway place, a place far from most of you at least, there was a young man who, has a rather peculiar ability. An ability that is far greater than any machines and more dangerous than any weapon. It is as sturdy as a river-splitting boulder, but also as sensitive as a fat woman. This incredibly strange ability was one that he called "boredom".
A double-edged sword it is, the greatest achievement could come from it, but it also eats the user inside out. He once saved a local village girl from bad people by boring them to death. Yes.....to DEATH!
"A misterious death indeed..." says one coroner...
"How can you tell, master?" asks the young padawan.
"Well you see here, if you study each body from head to toe, you will find no trace of any damage whatsoever. Untouched. But, my young padawan, if you would take note of the slimy goo that comes out of the ears and noses..."
"Poison?!" the young padawan reaches over for the poison-check tool.
The master held up one hand, gently, motioning the padawan to stop, yet still keep his cool, "Nay, young knave, for it is not poison, but brains. Mushy, mushy, mushy brains."
Both men sat in silence, wondering of the unimaginable pain, and suffering that these young, dead individuals had gone through...
"So what of the paperwork, master"? Motioned the young padawan.
The greater of the two picked up a pen, and scribbled on the paper:
Cause of death: Boredom. Intense, unimaginable boredom.
I'm gonna do this with the purpose of testing how well i can focus.
It has come to my attention that i'm losing the control i have over my own mind.
It tends to blur out when i'm thinking too hard.
It used to be able to keep me up at nights...
...now it just puts me to sleep.
Fuck it. Both hands.
Let's start with a story. We havent had stories here in awhile no?
Once upon a time, in a faraway place, a place far from most of you at least, there was a young man who, has a rather peculiar ability. An ability that is far greater than any machines and more dangerous than any weapon. It is as sturdy as a river-splitting boulder, but also as sensitive as a fat woman. This incredibly strange ability was one that he called "boredom".
A double-edged sword it is, the greatest achievement could come from it, but it also eats the user inside out. He once saved a local village girl from bad people by boring them to death. Yes.....to DEATH!
"A misterious death indeed..." says one coroner...
"How can you tell, master?" asks the young padawan.
"Well you see here, if you study each body from head to toe, you will find no trace of any damage whatsoever. Untouched. But, my young padawan, if you would take note of the slimy goo that comes out of the ears and noses..."
"Poison?!" the young padawan reaches over for the poison-check tool.
The master held up one hand, gently, motioning the padawan to stop, yet still keep his cool, "Nay, young knave, for it is not poison, but brains. Mushy, mushy, mushy brains."
Both men sat in silence, wondering of the unimaginable pain, and suffering that these young, dead individuals had gone through...
"So what of the paperwork, master"? Motioned the young padawan.
The greater of the two picked up a pen, and scribbled on the paper:
Cause of death: Boredom. Intense, unimaginable boredom.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
NeoWakko in Bristol¬
Wow.
I finally got my ass to write up another entry.
Guilt and pondering.
I am in the uk.
I think i left quite a bit of a mess back home.
Unsettled business.
I admit it wasn't the best of all ways to settle a problem.
A problem settled in silence.
I couldn't tell what i wanted to say,
but i could tell what i didn't, by not saying it.
Its immaturity and whatnots that didn't give me a better solution.
I think i'm playing it too safe here.
Where's the thrill in life when nothing seems to be new?
When you know about everything that is likely to happen?
When there's nothing to lose...
Hell, i am still young, still far from the unconditional responsibilities, still able to learn from my mistakes- intentionally or not.
A knife, if not sharpened, will be blunt.
As blunt as my unsharpened mind.
i'm not homesick yet.
Not too sure what to be homesick about.
It's been a month.
Maybe i will be one day.
After a year or so.
I'm having problems writing.
I think it's cause i can't be honest to myself anymore.
I can't exactly write what i feel, cause i don't know what i'm feeling on most things.
Sad.
Maybe i've been lying to myself all this while.
Maybe i've been getting better at fooling myself.
On what? that, i really don't know.
Just a theory.
A theory based on the fact that i can't dig deep into my mind and emotions, to write what is in them with clarity and much honesty.
To write out the picture i see true to its original essence.
I wanted to take my heart out and place it on your screen for you to see.
But i guess i can't even do that anymore.
I can't draw a painting painted in my mind because my fingers wouldn't move as accurately, my paintbrush turned stiff from not being utilised for too long.
Therefore, fellow readers, i need more time to soften the joints, loosen the muscles, see through myself with much more clarity.
NeoWakko in Bristol¬
Nothing exciting here so far.
I finally got my ass to write up another entry.
Guilt and pondering.
I am in the uk.
I think i left quite a bit of a mess back home.
Unsettled business.
I admit it wasn't the best of all ways to settle a problem.
A problem settled in silence.
I couldn't tell what i wanted to say,
but i could tell what i didn't, by not saying it.
Its immaturity and whatnots that didn't give me a better solution.
I think i'm playing it too safe here.
Where's the thrill in life when nothing seems to be new?
When you know about everything that is likely to happen?
When there's nothing to lose...
Hell, i am still young, still far from the unconditional responsibilities, still able to learn from my mistakes- intentionally or not.
A knife, if not sharpened, will be blunt.
As blunt as my unsharpened mind.
i'm not homesick yet.
Not too sure what to be homesick about.
It's been a month.
Maybe i will be one day.
After a year or so.
I'm having problems writing.
I think it's cause i can't be honest to myself anymore.
I can't exactly write what i feel, cause i don't know what i'm feeling on most things.
Sad.
Maybe i've been lying to myself all this while.
Maybe i've been getting better at fooling myself.
On what? that, i really don't know.
Just a theory.
A theory based on the fact that i can't dig deep into my mind and emotions, to write what is in them with clarity and much honesty.
To write out the picture i see true to its original essence.
I wanted to take my heart out and place it on your screen for you to see.
But i guess i can't even do that anymore.
I can't draw a painting painted in my mind because my fingers wouldn't move as accurately, my paintbrush turned stiff from not being utilised for too long.
Therefore, fellow readers, i need more time to soften the joints, loosen the muscles, see through myself with much more clarity.
NeoWakko in Bristol¬
Nothing exciting here so far.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Violet~
Everything i've said had its purpose. Same goes to the things i didn't say. The message is there, said or not. Everyone does this. Most of them don't do it intentionally. I do.
You asked which was better, to want to die, or not wanting to live.
In the end, it's all falls down to the perspective its seen through.
In the perspective i've chosen to see it through:
To die, is either to have the heart stopped beating or stopped working.
To cease bodily function or to stop caring, enjoying, or loving.
To live, is the keep the heart beating, or to enjoy life.
To breathe, to spoil yourself with a cozy bed and good music, to feel the thrill of doing something harmlessly wrong, to sleep in on a rainy weekday, to drink in a quiet place at night...
Given that perspective, the question now is still, "which is better"?
Hmmmm...
I can't say i can answer that. They both seem pointless.
Although there's no point in living life without trying to enjoy it, to want to die would be a permanent solution to that problem.
Should you choose not to enjoy life, not to make that jump off the forbidden cliff, not to dash past that point of no return, there's still room for someone else to do it for you.
I dunno.... i think that to not want to die, is giving life its well deserved chance.
To give other people a chance to make you happy.
At least, at peace with yourself.
Someone to calm that hurricane in your mind, and the storm in your heart.
I don't think i can write anymore. I just can't write like before.
And for that i apologise.
I lack the honesty with words now.
I lack the ability to express myself through words.
You need to learn to control your life, your thoughts, your emotions and moods.
Learn to make the best decisions- and not just settle with those that are "good enough". Find some sort of stability and peace.
Hating yourself won't solve anything, and if you don't do those things mentioned, someone else will.
That's all i can muster up for now.
It lacks honesty.
Face to face it is.
You asked which was better, to want to die, or not wanting to live.
In the end, it's all falls down to the perspective its seen through.
In the perspective i've chosen to see it through:
To die, is either to have the heart stopped beating or stopped working.
To cease bodily function or to stop caring, enjoying, or loving.
To live, is the keep the heart beating, or to enjoy life.
To breathe, to spoil yourself with a cozy bed and good music, to feel the thrill of doing something harmlessly wrong, to sleep in on a rainy weekday, to drink in a quiet place at night...
Given that perspective, the question now is still, "which is better"?
Hmmmm...
I can't say i can answer that. They both seem pointless.
Although there's no point in living life without trying to enjoy it, to want to die would be a permanent solution to that problem.
Should you choose not to enjoy life, not to make that jump off the forbidden cliff, not to dash past that point of no return, there's still room for someone else to do it for you.
I dunno.... i think that to not want to die, is giving life its well deserved chance.
To give other people a chance to make you happy.
At least, at peace with yourself.
Someone to calm that hurricane in your mind, and the storm in your heart.
I don't think i can write anymore. I just can't write like before.
And for that i apologise.
I lack the honesty with words now.
I lack the ability to express myself through words.
You need to learn to control your life, your thoughts, your emotions and moods.
Learn to make the best decisions- and not just settle with those that are "good enough". Find some sort of stability and peace.
Hating yourself won't solve anything, and if you don't do those things mentioned, someone else will.
That's all i can muster up for now.
It lacks honesty.
Face to face it is.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Out of Juice~
I'm losing my writing skills.
I used to have problems with putting thoughts to words and started writing to fix that. It worked for awhile. I can feel it coming back tho.
It seems that everything i do or think about now just stays in my head these days. In complex, wordless form. I should start writing again before it gets difficult even to talk to people.
I think i've lost my passion. Lost much. Daily activities have reduced these days.
I'm rotting inside out.
I need to get into more shit.
I used to have problems with putting thoughts to words and started writing to fix that. It worked for awhile. I can feel it coming back tho.
It seems that everything i do or think about now just stays in my head these days. In complex, wordless form. I should start writing again before it gets difficult even to talk to people.
I think i've lost my passion. Lost much. Daily activities have reduced these days.
I'm rotting inside out.
I need to get into more shit.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Why i don't blog~
My current blogging pattern is obviously different than how it started.
Back then, i had things to say, people to say it to.
Subliminal messages to send...haha.
Now i don't.
I think i've slowly lost interest in people..in general.
That social needs, make new friends, meet new people...bla bla bla...
A long time ago, i was the kind of person who would rather keep things to himself.
Most of my time is spent on just trying to understand myself.
Observing myself.
One day it changed, i began to observe the world, make comparisons, understand other people and other things in other places.
Now i'm falling back to the initial state of mind. Something isn't right. Maybe, in the seas of new people and places, i've lost touch with myself. Things i thought i knew about me has become obsolete information.
I may grow up lifeless and lonely.
The thought of it doesn't seem to bother me anymore.
Happy people don't blog.
People who has lost much don't blog as well.
People who couldn't give alot of shits out there.
Oh, and there's a load of things i don't give a fuck about now.
Back then, i had things to say, people to say it to.
Subliminal messages to send...haha.
Now i don't.
I think i've slowly lost interest in people..in general.
That social needs, make new friends, meet new people...bla bla bla...
A long time ago, i was the kind of person who would rather keep things to himself.
Most of my time is spent on just trying to understand myself.
Observing myself.
One day it changed, i began to observe the world, make comparisons, understand other people and other things in other places.
Now i'm falling back to the initial state of mind. Something isn't right. Maybe, in the seas of new people and places, i've lost touch with myself. Things i thought i knew about me has become obsolete information.
I may grow up lifeless and lonely.
The thought of it doesn't seem to bother me anymore.
Happy people don't blog.
People who has lost much don't blog as well.
People who couldn't give alot of shits out there.
Oh, and there's a load of things i don't give a fuck about now.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Me first meme
I AM doing my first meme. What a strange name.
I JUST cursed the fool who tagged me.
I SAID i just cursed to fool who tagged me...
I WANT a Nintendo Wii
I WISH my car ran on air.
I HATE the new modernised world.
I MISS the nice steaming bowl of pho bo
I FEAR rotten oysters.
I HEAR that Suanie is curious about..."measurements"
I WONDER if i should tell her its just me.
I REGRET more than i should
I AM not answering this again
I SING cause (apparently) no one else wants to!
I CRY when angels deserve to die...(can't help it)
I AM AAAAAARRGHH!!!
I MADE shit from food.
I WRITE when i need to.
I CONFUSED the ones who isn't supposed to be
I NEED something new. all the time.
I SHOULD start some shit today.
I START some shit today
I FINISH some shit today.
Uh...the tagging part eh....
I'm not good with this....
i'll leave this for later.
It will come to you when you least expects it...
I JUST cursed the fool who tagged me.
I SAID i just cursed to fool who tagged me...
I WANT a Nintendo Wii
I WISH my car ran on air.
I HATE the new modernised world.
I MISS the nice steaming bowl of pho bo
I FEAR rotten oysters.
I HEAR that Suanie is curious about..."measurements"
I WONDER if i should tell her its just me.
I REGRET more than i should
I AM not answering this again
I SING cause (apparently) no one else wants to!
I CRY when angels deserve to die...(can't help it)
I AM AAAAAARRGHH!!!
I MADE shit from food.
I WRITE when i need to.
I CONFUSED the ones who isn't supposed to be
I NEED something new. all the time.
I SHOULD start some shit today.
I START some shit today
I FINISH some shit today.
Uh...the tagging part eh....
I'm not good with this....
i'll leave this for later.
It will come to you when you least expects it...
Sunday, May 21, 2006
The mistaken concept~
Ever heard of someone saying "honour your mistakes?"
I haven't. Taking it at face value, it sounds like an offer to a road to destruction.
But the first time i heard it, it made complete sense.
Mistakes, the very concept of mistakes is the aftermath of something that went wrong.
Like a warning sign. A car alarm, water sprinkler so on.
Most people would see their mistake, ignore it, and they will eventually have to deal with it later on.
-like ignoring the car alarm of your car.
Some would fear it so much, they back off when they are at risk of making it.
Then there are those who would acknowledge it, learn from it, honour it.
If god gave us a hurricane to tell us about global warming, then by all means we honour that hurricane, by taking it as a lesson, and cut down on our toxic emissions.
We are not who we are today, because of what we did right.
I haven't. Taking it at face value, it sounds like an offer to a road to destruction.
But the first time i heard it, it made complete sense.
Mistakes, the very concept of mistakes is the aftermath of something that went wrong.
Like a warning sign. A car alarm, water sprinkler so on.
Most people would see their mistake, ignore it, and they will eventually have to deal with it later on.
-like ignoring the car alarm of your car.
Some would fear it so much, they back off when they are at risk of making it.
Then there are those who would acknowledge it, learn from it, honour it.
If god gave us a hurricane to tell us about global warming, then by all means we honour that hurricane, by taking it as a lesson, and cut down on our toxic emissions.
We are not who we are today, because of what we did right.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Sunday, March 26, 2006
It's not the destination~
Life. A journey.
The A to Z.
The big journey.
We all know what is good from bad.
But what matters most is knowing whats good from better.
what is better?
What's better than better?
What's better than that?
If life is about falling down and getting back up again,
wouldn't the difference between individuals lies in how fast they get up?
or how well they do so?
If one doesn't learn from falling once, one will fall again.
Learn from one, prevent one, fall for another, prevent another.
In the end, it all comes down to stupidity.
yes. stupidity.
A disease.
Comes from the condition known as "thinking-defficiency" or TD.
Contagious too.
i'm getting really tired of this.
The A to Z.
The big journey.
We all know what is good from bad.
But what matters most is knowing whats good from better.
what is better?
What's better than better?
What's better than that?
If life is about falling down and getting back up again,
wouldn't the difference between individuals lies in how fast they get up?
or how well they do so?
If one doesn't learn from falling once, one will fall again.
Learn from one, prevent one, fall for another, prevent another.
In the end, it all comes down to stupidity.
yes. stupidity.
A disease.
Comes from the condition known as "thinking-defficiency" or TD.
Contagious too.
i'm getting really tired of this.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Fallen~
Without your wings it brought peace.
Without your wings it brought serenity.
You smile a gentle smile,
unshaken by your past desires.
A smile that is sufficient.
Only in showing that you are smiling.
Your gaze a subtle gaze.
Your eyesight deepened.
Your soul calmed.
Could you achieve all this
if your wings were not taken
Is this for me...?
Well, yes. In a sense, and no in the other.
It's okay if it isn't...
It is, in a sense, it isn't in another.
I guess i'm okay now...
Much better than before. I hope it's more than worth the price.
...
I'm off to bed. My day starts early tomorrow.
Good night...
Sleep well...
Without your wings it brought serenity.
You smile a gentle smile,
unshaken by your past desires.
A smile that is sufficient.
Only in showing that you are smiling.
Your gaze a subtle gaze.
Your eyesight deepened.
Your soul calmed.
Could you achieve all this
if your wings were not taken
Is this for me...?
Well, yes. In a sense, and no in the other.
It's okay if it isn't...
It is, in a sense, it isn't in another.
I guess i'm okay now...
Much better than before. I hope it's more than worth the price.
...
I'm off to bed. My day starts early tomorrow.
Good night...
Sleep well...
Hello~
Hello, i'm an angry spirit
Hello, i'm a wingless angel...
Hello, i'm NeoWakko.
A wingless angel? How did you get here?
By losing my wings in mid-flight...
That's funnier than mine
And i am grateful...
You're a joke
This entire blog is a joke
The angel did not lose her wings by my doing.
Right
It's true...
Who cares anyway? Not like we EXIST or anything
Let's drop that one.
I do...
Oh. Sure. Let me ask you something- has anyone ever SEEN you?
Has anyone ever SPOKEN to you?
and finally, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE NOW?
We are the same! We don't exist! We're not even in the same world! If we all DO exist, how is this conversation even possible? Can you tell me how this conversation is possible?
You know, little boy, most kids your age have to deal with understanding as well. Basic stuff, maths, science, logic, how to tie your own shoelace...
Ah. I didn't get a chance to learn that last one
But you, little one, is beyond their league. Things for you is not that easy.
Oh? You mean, after the brutal, violent, slow and painful death? I couldn't have guessed
The three of us here can hold this conversation, because she is not real.
...
I'm surprised. No really. My eyes were the size of teacups. I doubt you saw them, since i'm not real and all
But you, do not exist.
I don't get it.
She isn't real. You... don't exist.
I don't care. I still hate you, obviously. and i will for ever continue to hate you and your very existence. It's not FAIR! YOU killed me! I want justice!
I typed plenty of things. Pretty much anything i wanted. I write about people going throug....anything i wanted. It never occured to me that one day, one of them would actually blame me for it.
So, i don't know what to do.
Because no matter how i see it, or try to justify it, even out of guilt,
you don't exist.
We're far from over then.
Goodbye for now.
Wait!
Hello, i'm a wingless angel...
Hello, i'm NeoWakko.
A wingless angel? How did you get here?
By losing my wings in mid-flight...
That's funnier than mine
And i am grateful...
You're a joke
This entire blog is a joke
The angel did not lose her wings by my doing.
Right
It's true...
Who cares anyway? Not like we EXIST or anything
Let's drop that one.
I do...
Oh. Sure. Let me ask you something- has anyone ever SEEN you?
Has anyone ever SPOKEN to you?
and finally, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE NOW?
We are the same! We don't exist! We're not even in the same world! If we all DO exist, how is this conversation even possible? Can you tell me how this conversation is possible?
You know, little boy, most kids your age have to deal with understanding as well. Basic stuff, maths, science, logic, how to tie your own shoelace...
Ah. I didn't get a chance to learn that last one
But you, little one, is beyond their league. Things for you is not that easy.
Oh? You mean, after the brutal, violent, slow and painful death? I couldn't have guessed
The three of us here can hold this conversation, because she is not real.
...
I'm surprised. No really. My eyes were the size of teacups. I doubt you saw them, since i'm not real and all
But you, do not exist.
I don't get it.
She isn't real. You... don't exist.
I don't care. I still hate you, obviously. and i will for ever continue to hate you and your very existence. It's not FAIR! YOU killed me! I want justice!
I typed plenty of things. Pretty much anything i wanted. I write about people going throug....anything i wanted. It never occured to me that one day, one of them would actually blame me for it.
So, i don't know what to do.
Because no matter how i see it, or try to justify it, even out of guilt,
you don't exist.
We're far from over then.
Goodbye for now.
Wait!
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Your Welcome~
This overdue entry...
is an overdue entry.
A while ago i learnt the true meaning of appreciation...through words.
It's not your usual "Have something a drink" , " Thank you" sort of gratitude.
It's when you put your life at the service of somebody.
To serve.
To value...
To respect...
To honour...
To appreciate...
...somebody who needed it.
...someone who had never a taste of it.
...someone who deserves it.
...someone who needs it.
Efforts placed into the process of filling in gaps normally left behind by someone else.
Someone is responsible for the damages.
No one gives a shit.
Those who do, tend to give a shit for the wrong reasons.
I believe we all need a chance.
We all need guidance.
We all need help.
Being neglected and left alone is an invisible disease that hurts the very foundation of our values and beliefs.
Especially at the very fragile age of learning the general knowledge of life. Common sense. Common values.
Not to forget, it feels like a hollow icicle being stabbed in the heart,
and left there.
It's cold, hollow and doesn't melt.
It stays for years.
It grows and shrinks, gets better and worse. Like a disease.
Living with no clear direction in life.
No one to turn to,
no one to fall back on.
A tunnel you see no end to.
For those who knows what i'm talking about, i hope for the best.
For those around me whose life i've changed for the better, i hope for the best.
For those around me whose life i've changed for the worse, i hope for the best.
For those who thanked me, from the bottom of my heart i sincerely thank you too, you helped me make this world a better place. Even a little bit. Change normally starts small, but in a world where people resist change, we have found better rewards otherwise.
May what we have learnt from each other flawlessly benefit our world in these dark times.
Your very welcome.
is an overdue entry.
A while ago i learnt the true meaning of appreciation...through words.
It's not your usual "Have something a drink" , " Thank you" sort of gratitude.
It's when you put your life at the service of somebody.
To serve.
To value...
To respect...
To honour...
To appreciate...
...somebody who needed it.
...someone who had never a taste of it.
...someone who deserves it.
...someone who needs it.
Efforts placed into the process of filling in gaps normally left behind by someone else.
Someone is responsible for the damages.
No one gives a shit.
Those who do, tend to give a shit for the wrong reasons.
I believe we all need a chance.
We all need guidance.
We all need help.
Being neglected and left alone is an invisible disease that hurts the very foundation of our values and beliefs.
Especially at the very fragile age of learning the general knowledge of life. Common sense. Common values.
Not to forget, it feels like a hollow icicle being stabbed in the heart,
and left there.
It's cold, hollow and doesn't melt.
It stays for years.
It grows and shrinks, gets better and worse. Like a disease.
Living with no clear direction in life.
No one to turn to,
no one to fall back on.
A tunnel you see no end to.
For those who knows what i'm talking about, i hope for the best.
For those around me whose life i've changed for the better, i hope for the best.
For those around me whose life i've changed for the worse, i hope for the best.
For those who thanked me, from the bottom of my heart i sincerely thank you too, you helped me make this world a better place. Even a little bit. Change normally starts small, but in a world where people resist change, we have found better rewards otherwise.
May what we have learnt from each other flawlessly benefit our world in these dark times.
Your very welcome.
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