Sunday, February 17, 2008

Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself.


Here is just what it is. How stereotypical that people misreckon another's motive, in fact, explicitly basing things on how they themselves (with ax to grind) would act or react had they been in the same situation. Fancy how it's such a vicious habit to give in to one's conceit. And actually believe theirs have the purest intents. While all others are plainly tall story. Worse, how vile the words they spread just to gain favor.

And here's more. How some people can slylessly malign another instinctively beyond one's shrewdness. And how with so much ease they can just put a mask on and face their easy picking as if nothing happened and 'surprisingly' with a pretentious but very pleasant smile.

Simply wicked.


“I have learned to love that which is meant to harm me, so that I can stand in the way of those who are less strong. I can take the bullets for those who aren't able to.”






Friday, February 15, 2008

Maybe I wanted to hear it so badly that my ears betrayed my mind in order to secure my heart.


Nothing else. No other reason. Just you are &%#$ sure your intentions are good yet it's bad what they rather see. So true you can't please everyone. In my case, I can't seem to please anyone at all. Why the heck should I care, anyway? Am so drained. Disoriented.










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A Love with a promise of permanence.

"...if any hear MY voice and open the door,  I will come into their house and eat with them,  and they will eat with ME." ...

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