I just can't help it. Even if it means 'playing the lute to a cow' (Chinese idiom, ignoramus), I'd probably still keep trying.
If your name starts with 'L', you're a foe.
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Friday, November 14, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
The E.N.D. (ernie never dies)
Props to the Black Eyed Peas' new album for inspiring today's title. So I guess I've been a little too busy to update everyone with the eggciting details of my awesome dust-filled life. Let's just say, apart from werk, I've been running helter skelter across town distributing my little pink panther plasters.
Life can be so cruel, and yet the pain we go through empowers us that much more and reassures us that we can endure just about anything. I've never vicariously experienced this much heartache before, and already I'm overwhelmed by the harsh reality of what love (or lack thereof) can do to you. The past week saw the ernnihilation of little hearts all across the island. It sucks that I can't relate because I've never really dated anyone, let alone been in a serious long-term relationship. And because of that, it makes it that much harder to do a good job at comforting my friends because all I can do is cheer them up with my retardedness and feed them borrowed cookies from Cooks.
As much as I comprehend the necessity for complications in certain areas of people's lives, I can't say there aren't times I wish things could just be simple. Watching over everyone and the world going by only makes me realize that things are never what they seem. You ask yourselves questions all the time - Is he/she the one? Why this, Why that. How'd things get like this? Am I making a mistake? - and at the end of the day, you wish the voices could just silence themselves so that the only thing audible is your heartbeat.
Perhaps the world would be a better place if there was no such thing as a unique human identity. We could genetically modify ourselves to be free of emotions related to affairs of the heart, even if it makes us that much less human. Why feel pain when we don't have to? At first, I thought it'd be such a shame if everyone possessed the same feelings and never knew what it meant to feel hurt or sadness. Then on second thought, those emotions seem dispensable, don't you think?
Maybe that's just my thoughts for tonight. Panthers are prone to being fickle, and I'm no exception. I want to be the next Karl Lagerfeld so I can save the world with my dope fashion sense and creative streak that's totally off the hook.
Time for this pinkerton to hit the sack. Peas!
Life can be so cruel, and yet the pain we go through empowers us that much more and reassures us that we can endure just about anything. I've never vicariously experienced this much heartache before, and already I'm overwhelmed by the harsh reality of what love (or lack thereof) can do to you. The past week saw the ernnihilation of little hearts all across the island. It sucks that I can't relate because I've never really dated anyone, let alone been in a serious long-term relationship. And because of that, it makes it that much harder to do a good job at comforting my friends because all I can do is cheer them up with my retardedness and feed them borrowed cookies from Cooks.
As much as I comprehend the necessity for complications in certain areas of people's lives, I can't say there aren't times I wish things could just be simple. Watching over everyone and the world going by only makes me realize that things are never what they seem. You ask yourselves questions all the time - Is he/she the one? Why this, Why that. How'd things get like this? Am I making a mistake? - and at the end of the day, you wish the voices could just silence themselves so that the only thing audible is your heartbeat.
Perhaps the world would be a better place if there was no such thing as a unique human identity. We could genetically modify ourselves to be free of emotions related to affairs of the heart, even if it makes us that much less human. Why feel pain when we don't have to? At first, I thought it'd be such a shame if everyone possessed the same feelings and never knew what it meant to feel hurt or sadness. Then on second thought, those emotions seem dispensable, don't you think?
Maybe that's just my thoughts for tonight. Panthers are prone to being fickle, and I'm no exception. I want to be the next Karl Lagerfeld so I can save the world with my dope fashion sense and creative streak that's totally off the hook.
Time for this pinkerton to hit the sack. Peas!
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