Sometimes when I see my father, I feel somewhat sympathetic - even empathetic - towards him... Here's a man who works his ass off to feed not just a family, but a family with two ingrates for sons. Yet in some ways we're so similar... In the way we view life, in terms of our social circles, both woefully small. Like father like son, they say. To him, life is now just work and family, or in reality just family alone since he puts up with all the crap in his job just to feed a pair of ungrateful mouths. 

Much respect, old man...

Ouch... It hurts again. Welcome back to that perculiar hell/paradise gbx...

>_>

Screw the world.. smile for yourself instead.. Heh. =P

bah

Was it my own flawed perception? Was I just giving myself false hope? The more I brood on it, the more I'm inclined to believe so. What a fool I was. I knew, yet I chose not to believe.. In doing so, I screwed myself over and over.

Chilling indeed...

This is an odd song.. Despite being laden with vulgarity from head to toe, its lyrics still depict with chilling accuracy the kind of world we live in these days..

It's a fucked up world, what a fucked up place,
Everybody's judged by their fucked up face,
Fucked up dreams, fucked up life,
Fucked up kid, with a fucked up knife,
*******
Fucked up job, with fucked up pay,
Fucked up boss, is a fucked up day,
*******
We're all fucked up, so whatcha wanna do,
Well fucked up me and a fucked up you
*******
Aint life a bitch, a fucked up bitch,
A fucked up sword with a fucked up stitch,
A fucked up head, is a fucked up shame,
Swingin on my nuts is a fucked up game,
Jealousy fillin up my fucked up mind,
its all fucked up like a fucked up crime,
If I say fuck two more times,
Thats 46 fucks in this fucked up rhyme,

A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats on down the street till the wind is gone. The memory now is like the picture was then; When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again.

Rêverie

It is pointless to wish for something that cannot become a reality. But I guess deep down in everyone of us, there still exists the hopeful optimist/idealist that propels us to continue pursuing those hopeless ideals.

Damn. I need a break from the real world - a place where I can relax and not worry about all my troubles and be alone, away from all the bitching, away from all the backstabbing, away from the screwed notion of societal convention... Sadly, reality has an uncanny habit of coming round and biting people in the ass. Ah well, Eden shall have to wait.

[Although I wouldn't mind the company of some people... You know who you are. =)]

>|

Amidst all that... Hmm.