non-feet dancing

I've posted this before, but, wow.

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give fate the fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small when you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith the fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,

I hope you dance.

The New Emo.

Has anyone else seen the stop emo haircuts video on hedonistica?

Sometimes the internet feels like a caterpillar travelling.

That's how trends move, too. This was also pointed out by chinese journalists back in the 90s, the Gen X, Gen Y, Gen bla branding of young people. I think we have achieved level Z today, in their standards.

Naturally, technology, connection speed and software developement will always create changes.

Webpages with midi music and cute, moving gif animations were the thing. IRC took up most of our internet bandwidth.
Then Frontpage generated Websites with "Personal Bio", "Guestbooks" and "Diary" took over.ICQ's "uh-oh!" was "in". Yahoo! ruled. Hotmail rUlEd.
Blogger, livejournal, diaryland, xanga came into the picture. Google is all-purpose, and it's gmail has 1 GIGABYTE of storage! MSNmessenger, AIM, SKYPE.

Internet attitude has also taken a turn.

Notice, how most of the "blogebrities" like tuckermax, maddox, xiaxue, thebigfuck either have huge egos they can't stop talking/writing about, or hate everything else, or, even more commonly, both?

THAT, is the new emo. No, it's no longer enough just to know big words to express your feelings with. NO.. Depression and suicide is not trendy!!!! God FORBID "artsy fartsy" pictures that have been through photoshop filters.

To be "famous" online, you have to first have flawless english, and good to excellent typing habits. A more than healthy confidence also helps, better if it tetters on narcism, best if it's full blown self centered egoistic. You must be "unique" and have a relatively mindblowingly high level of "intelligence".

You must have fans.

I never realized that this was quite a sad concept, until I chanced upon this dunmanian girl's blog. Her command of language is pretty good, but her life, which she writes about is pretty much that of a 15 year old dunmanian girl. And when she keeps lamenting that her blog is famous because she got plugged by a 'blogebrity' , it gives me the creeps. She uses the word colloquial in her page title, followed by "-understand?" hmm...


I have a 10 KG dictionary sitting on my shelf. You have not? Have not? Huh,huh,huh?

People are the worst!

Fucking horrible, people.

I feel like slapping myself in the face for being one of us.

Some bloody theif stole a thousand dollars from my colleague's atm account, when she left her card in the slot after a transaction.

WHY must people be so greedy for fast cash? Nahbei.

I hate people.

-sulk-

Life kicks you when you're down

Perhaps, hoping the boot in your ass will jolt you awake.

I was moping about nothing in particular on the way home, and all the sounds on the streets bothered me. Someone stepped on my shoe, and a kid on a bike rode too close to me. Crossing the road, because of my hesitance, nearly made a taxi hit me. And two, seperate, different flying roaches hit me, once on my arm and another on my leg.

Perhaps if I had been more upbeat, maybe I would have been less fearful of the strange sounds, or perhaps not even notice them. I would have walked a little faster and watched my way, and missed the roaches, bike, and taxi.

In that theory, if you keep being a negative person, and add more moping because of the kicks that were meant to wake your idea up, you'd be getting more kicks than you can handle. To all the people who keep asking, "Why me?" Here's your answer. Because u're asking for it.

Cheer up, ya all.

The Punishee

Yes, I know the true word is actually "punished".

I've probably talked about this before, but it just keeps coming up. The vicious cycle of THE PUNISHER and THE PUNISHEE.

When two people are really close, expectations tend to exist. Not just speaking of man-woman relationships (see how we have upgraded from boy-girl?), but also between platonic friends. The expectation of sensitivity to feelings. Understanding. Time committment. As such.

When comes expectations, then comes the possibility of let-downs. There's nothing complicated in this equation, is there?

The complication comes in a sub equation.

Expectation = Possible letdown

when "letdown" does occur, "upset" is bound to be generated.
letdown = upset

upset=punishment

punishment=letdown

upset = letdown

and the cycle continues, upset=letdown=upset=letdown=upset=letdown ...

So, what's left is fundamentally just a huge ever growing chunk of letdown and upset, mixed with regret and simultaneously punishment, and other things.

When I talk about punishment, I don't mean making the person kneel on nails and whipping them, but those subtle little slow killers. For example, keeping real quiet when around your partner.

Partner: "What's wrong?"
You (grimmed faced): "Nothing."

Yes, that is, indeed, a kind of punishment. If you are unaturally quiet, you say why. If not, you're upset. And the punishee would be punished, by silent treatment, without even being able to acknowledge that he is being punished.

Seriously, who reads my shite?

(Thanks for reading my shite ha)

Drama Mother (ie. Mama)

All who have successfully upkept a blog for longer than a few months, are drama queens, and quite often, self centered......

I have been a drama queen for almost 3 years. (!) And quite often self centered...

All that tears, laughter, unhappy words, happy words, boredom.. Everything la. But anyways like I'm fond of saying these days, Everything Happens For A Reason. No, that isn't a song title, just I felt it deserved those capital letters.

People like to brand weird phases in their lives as "self discovery" phases. And I shall follow suit. Have been closing up on people around me recently, and it has helped me learn more about myself, mostly my level of self sufficiency. And what have I discovered from my period of weirdness? I'm not trying to be funny, but I learned that I will always be weird. Really, la. And I think Ryan learned that with me. And possibly a little on how to handle my weirdness. =)