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I love you too babe.

Hope 1224

Then may it be the best that we retain the seats of us in front of the screen of past, present, and future. May it be such simple words as these to define forever, or may it be death to show us what we hope each other. But until that day or until the day to the cause, I will love you. And when these words of mine holds no more pounds, it is either the joy of death, or the distress of living without you.  

For the best for each other, cheers.

Day 1 (Cont.)

I fell asleep just now, and all I heard was your voice.

Day 1

I think its all better for us both. You never get my metaphors, even though I do think taht you do. You don't knowwhat I think sometimes, and that might be the reason. I lost all my passion and motivations to do anything but to live on. It is utmostly like skipping over puddles, over and over, but still not moving foward. Why is it fate? Is there something beyond just the plain coordination of matters and lives that are perfectly placed into channels where things happens so perfectly in some chronological orders? Why is it fate that you have done this? What was the reason for me to take the highway and coming back on the plain earth again. 'Driving' would never be the same as I know a clearer way. I guess it is clear now that highways only allow certain types of cars, and as of mine, I just got lucky that I wansn't caught. I constanly check on the window to see if your car passes by, even if a flash of light, or a slice of the sound of your rolling engine, your breath maybe. No signs. I remind myself, that this is just day one. Let's see if I can still drive on the plain earth

Diamonds

Hey. I was writting something, and I feel that there is a big distressing but obvious fact: The world is unfair. Working hard does not equal success, but success means working hard. There was once that a person I know said "You can't do everything with money". I strongly insisted in agreeing with that person's agreement, but this is what I do agree: Yes, you can't do everything with money. But without money, you can't do anything. Okay, yes, there are some exceptions, but believe me, don't expect yourself to be the exceptions. But whatever may be the case, giving up is not a choice. It may sound trite, but really, there are always worse things.

"When you face hardships in your life, no matter what it is, just be happy. Be happy and keep going."

-Jacqui Saburido

Diffrent people, different mind.

Hello there. I was just wondering, and something about Lay's Chips struck my mind: There are so many diffrent kind of people in this world.

I'm sure you've heard of the "It's half full, it's half empty, it's half full wait no it's half empty, I ordered a cheese burger" thing. Now, this is not quite what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the composition of a person made of 1.Early education 2.Personality. 2 parts.

Sincerely, a person can be perfect by having an equal balance of these two. Not too much of personality to be too emotional, and not to rational to be flexible. But again, no on is perfect in this world. If there was one, then that'd be me. Of course, that's under the assumption that everyone else is no longer alive.

This somehow leads to another topic: How to be 'Cool'. So many people 'struggle' to be cool. But one thing I do not get is that why the heck do they want it so much? The only thing I certainly care is getting a good pay or some thing in that manner. I mean comon. But if in case you want to be cool, please, for the sake of the blue earth, follow these guidelines:

1. Mediate.

2. Start something of your own, develop your style (even spelling things wrong counts)

3. Never be rude to nice people

4. Don't be rude actually, but don't except defeat either.

5. Self respect comes first before you respect others

6. Keep your promises

7. Being alone sometimes is okay, give your brain some rest.

8. *Don't be in his/her group, let him/her be in your group

Seriously, that should do. Good luck and don't be a sheep.

Cheers

*I personally prefer this, but up to you, just don't be too eager to be a part of something.

Seat for One

"I thought you weren't coming"

"I didn't say that... Well, I'm here anyway, but I'm the only one dressing so... Inappropriately"

"It's fine, don't think you have to"

"Okay then, whatever"

Well, I'm here after all. I nearly tripped over the stairs, these carpets are just so, soft. The music is pretty loud, this place is somehow awkward, well, I guess I'm abit nervous. God, this place is so dark, with all these disco lights and some semi-lightened yellow light. Oh wait... Is that her? Shit, that dress looks so damn pretty, although well, also kinda awkward she's wearing one. Fuck, I need to go get some drinks... 

"Hey sorry, where are the cups?"

Man, look at all this food, I better hurry before some assholes drives in again. Asshole. 

"Thanks"

I need some food too. Alright, this looks nice, I'll get some of that. This. This. This, and that. Okay that's enough, let's see. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7 .8. Only the 9th table is not occupied, I'll get that one. But this place is separated from hers. Okay we'll see what to do. Wow, the seat is pretty soft also, and this thing taste quite good. Alright now where is she. What? Where is she? What in the world?

Maybe coming he was a mistake. Where is she? Okay shit, she's gone. Now I'm fucking ostrasized... You know why, I don't give anymore. I'll eat.

Wait wait wait. Is that Tim? Oh shit, it's been thrity years, what the hell is he doing outside in the rain? Lying?

Okay the music continues, she's gone, I'm alone, and this pretty much sucks. I think my friend from thirty years ago is dying outside. What the hell am I supposed to so now?

"Shit man, is that you? Why the hell are you here man, and... and... what's up with... you?"

"I'm dying man, I'm here to tell you one thing before I..."

"Somebody help!"

"Don't be a sheep."

"What?"

"Don't be one"

"Man, just hang on there, I'll be right back."

"Don't go man, there is no need. Just listen to me. Don't be a sheep."

Not even a minute after, I was alone again outside. From two in the rain, to one. He's dead now. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

11:19 Sunday. Now I'm awake. Emotions forms images, then becomes actions, at least actions on here.

I should've looked at the dance floor