Friday, September 23, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
All in a day's work, nothing much
Just when you think everything will be alright after all- fate finds a way to kick you exactly where your gut is. And then, you cough up blood!
Thursday, September 15, 2011
The ogre speaks...
I'm such a horrible person, I have no parallel.
What else would you call person who'd ruin someone's birthday for them, who'd make them cry on their birthday.
I spoiled everything. I just... I'm so hideous. Look beneath this fair skin- and you'll see for yourself.
It's always my fault, is it not? No. No. If you think I'm saying this in that pity-seeking manner then you're gravely mistaken. I'm stating a fact, as a matter of fact. It is always my goddamn fault.
This isn't self pity. Trust me it's not. It's guilt, and it's killing me.
I am an ogre. A clumsy one. I'm not wretched, however. I'm just very unfortunate. Everything I touch... No, hold you horses; it doesn't turn into gold... it rather burns to ashes. I try to be good, but it doesn't really work out. I scare people. Sigh. I'm looking for love (platonic, you twit *scowls*) but then, hey! I'm an ogre, right? Shrek found love only because he lived in a world that was created by DreamWorks. Shrek was real! But his world... that was fiction. My world... is real. More real than it should be. There exit no Donkeys or Fionas.
I feel so ashamed, of my very own self. How can I hurt people, and that too so very often.
What else would you call person who'd ruin someone's birthday for them, who'd make them cry on their birthday.
I spoiled everything. I just... I'm so hideous. Look beneath this fair skin- and you'll see for yourself.
It's always my fault, is it not? No. No. If you think I'm saying this in that pity-seeking manner then you're gravely mistaken. I'm stating a fact, as a matter of fact. It is always my goddamn fault.
This isn't self pity. Trust me it's not. It's guilt, and it's killing me.
I am an ogre. A clumsy one. I'm not wretched, however. I'm just very unfortunate. Everything I touch... No, hold you horses; it doesn't turn into gold... it rather burns to ashes. I try to be good, but it doesn't really work out. I scare people. Sigh. I'm looking for love (platonic, you twit *scowls*) but then, hey! I'm an ogre, right? Shrek found love only because he lived in a world that was created by DreamWorks. Shrek was real! But his world... that was fiction. My world... is real. More real than it should be. There exit no Donkeys or Fionas.
I feel so ashamed, of my very own self. How can I hurt people, and that too so very often.
Fear and other funny things
Afraid, aren't we all? We all have fears. Some great, while some not so much.
And, do you know a funny thing about fear my friend?
The funny thing about fear, my dear, is that we only fear what we believe in. We only fear what we are certain of.
We fear God, because we believe in Him. Those who do not believe, do not fear Him.
We fear death, for we know it to be inevitable. There is no escape.
I am afraid, too. I have fears too.
I fear... being alone, being left out- not being loved.
And I think I'll repeat... the funny thing about fear, my friend, is that we only fear what we are certain of- regardless of whether we are aware of us being certain of it. We only fear what we believe is, or will be true!
And, do you know a funny thing about fear my friend?
The funny thing about fear, my dear, is that we only fear what we believe in. We only fear what we are certain of.
We fear God, because we believe in Him. Those who do not believe, do not fear Him.
We fear death, for we know it to be inevitable. There is no escape.
I am afraid, too. I have fears too.
I fear... being alone, being left out- not being loved.
And I think I'll repeat... the funny thing about fear, my friend, is that we only fear what we are certain of- regardless of whether we are aware of us being certain of it. We only fear what we believe is, or will be true!
Sunday, September 4, 2011
There are fireflies inside my tummy right now, and I'm serious!
I'm a story writer. I mainly write... well, flops stories- what else. I wrote another one today. It is about a... *thinks for sec* yea, a guppy fish and a... *thinks again* a sloth!
The sloth gave the guppy a paper handkerchief when it saw tears in the fish's eyes, and- the guppy fish gave the sloth its heart in return. The guppy wasn't very keen on taking favours, you see. So yes, the guppy gave its heart away just to return the favour.
The End.
*looks away and starts whistling*
There, you just read a story about a tissue-paper-carrying sloth and a heartless guppy fish, who was also very dignified (or proud). *tadaaaa*
You, my friend just witnessed the very own work of my marvelous wackiness! If you've ever wished accomplishing something that no one else ever has; let me tell you mate that by reading my work of unparalleled insanity you... just accomplished that! So, how does it feel... to get an opportunity to bask in the reflections of my magnificence?
Excuse me please, I feel a little dizzy. I've just put down my fourth shot of a dainty rainbow flavoured drink that had tiny little multicoloured fireflies in it, and it was served to me by a very handsome, young and sparkly leprechaun, or was it a hobgoblin dressed up as a leprechaun... Nope. I cannot remember anymore. And yup, in case you're still wondering, I just gulped down fireflies! Wooohooo.
Wait a sec! How did the sloth see tears in the guppy fish's eyes? I thought one could cry underwater without being noticed??
Pfft.
The sloth gave the guppy a paper handkerchief when it saw tears in the fish's eyes, and- the guppy fish gave the sloth its heart in return. The guppy wasn't very keen on taking favours, you see. So yes, the guppy gave its heart away just to return the favour.
The End.
*looks away and starts whistling*
There, you just read a story about a tissue-paper-carrying sloth and a heartless guppy fish, who was also very dignified (or proud). *tadaaaa*
You, my friend just witnessed the very own work of my marvelous wackiness! If you've ever wished accomplishing something that no one else ever has; let me tell you mate that by reading my work of unparalleled insanity you... just accomplished that! So, how does it feel... to get an opportunity to bask in the reflections of my magnificence?
Excuse me please, I feel a little dizzy. I've just put down my fourth shot of a dainty rainbow flavoured drink that had tiny little multicoloured fireflies in it, and it was served to me by a very handsome, young and sparkly leprechaun, or was it a hobgoblin dressed up as a leprechaun... Nope. I cannot remember anymore. And yup, in case you're still wondering, I just gulped down fireflies! Wooohooo.
Wait a sec! How did the sloth see tears in the guppy fish's eyes? I thought one could cry underwater without being noticed??
Pfft.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
I just called myself 'demented', huh?
It is hard to love me. I tell you it is. I don't really allow people much ground to stand on when it comes to loving me.
Disliking me might, on the other hand be less taxing.
I love you papa. (Yeahh, that's right! I'm sad... These two statements have become so synonymous. Sighs.)
He's the only person who must've never hated me- ever! Not even for a split of a nanosecond.
Sometimes, I start feeling like a stupid little attention-seeking, desperate kid. You know throwing all those nobody-loves-me tantrums, at myself of course. Lately, I haven't really been throwing tantrums at anyone except for well, myself... *looks away*
The only people who love me, love me because... Ah, they are poor souls, and are pretty helpless. They ain't got no choice, baby. They're bound. *sigh*
I'm so demented.
P.S. Don't sympathize, puh-leez!
P.P.S. Eid Mubarak everyone. Hope you guys had an awesome awesome time. I did too... Don't gawk like that. It's rude. And I'm not lying. Haan, I did have a good time na. True story bhaee!
P.P.S. bj (not BJ, lol) became a pa-paaah! You know what that makes me, haina? *smiles* I'm so happy about it. Allah saaa'iin... Thanks ♥!
P.P.P.S. I've confused you, no?
Disliking me might, on the other hand be less taxing.
I love you papa. (Yeahh, that's right! I'm sad... These two statements have become so synonymous. Sighs.)
He's the only person who must've never hated me- ever! Not even for a split of a nanosecond.
Sometimes, I start feeling like a stupid little attention-seeking, desperate kid. You know throwing all those nobody-loves-me tantrums, at myself of course. Lately, I haven't really been throwing tantrums at anyone except for well, myself... *looks away*
The only people who love me, love me because... Ah, they are poor souls, and are pretty helpless. They ain't got no choice, baby. They're bound. *sigh*
I'm so demented.
P.S. Don't sympathize, puh-leez!
P.P.S. Eid Mubarak everyone. Hope you guys had an awesome awesome time. I did too... Don't gawk like that. It's rude. And I'm not lying. Haan, I did have a good time na. True story bhaee!
P.P.S. bj (not BJ, lol) became a pa-paaah! You know what that makes me, haina? *smiles* I'm so happy about it. Allah saaa'iin... Thanks ♥!
P.P.P.S. I've confused you, no?