hah.

forgiveness is a hard thing. Im full of hatred. full of grudge. i try to forgive. but fcking no way. cos some people are fcking sick in the head and do not deserved forgiveness.
If there was a war. I'd shoot him in the balls... watch him bleed and wait for help and laugh my happiest laughter ever in my life. Probably after 30 mins when im bored laughing I'll shoot him in the head.
Some people are FUGLY so they need to go to the gym to make themselves feel better.
Some people make justify the use of vulgarities. for the fcking worst vulgarities used on him aint enough to pacify me.

Don't mess with me. I'll bring your career down into shambles.


On a lighter point of view, i caught the korean movie "daisy" on cable tv again.. probably the 3rd or 4th time i've seen this show but im still pretty fascinated.

The story is about an professional killer who secretly admires a girl in the daisy field in Amsterdam...she falls into the river one day while crossing a long tree trunk as a bridge...
The next day the lead character builds her a beautiful bridge so that she'd never fall into the river again.
The girl falls in love with the person who built her a bridge but doesnt know who he is...she leaves a painting on the bridge as a form of gratitude to the killer.
The killer follows the girl back to the city after she was done with her painting...and leaves a pot of daisy outside her apartment everyday...
One day, a policeman coincidentally patronizes the girl's face portrait stall and brings her a pot of daisy...She thinks that he is the one...and falls in love with the wrong man...

CB

some people deserve to die. not just die but burn in hell for fcking eternity after they die.
some people are so evil their whole family will suffer from karma. i hope his wife finds a gigolo and they fck like rabbits. and his son i hope he's stupid grows up to em3, takes drugs goes to normal tech and ITE and grow fat and stays a virgin for life.
What's his fcking problem deriving pleasure from my pain. KARMA is awaiting.
Fck off i'll never forgive that male bitch.

the unknown

who is there to support me..when im feeling low..
who will be by my side..
fade away..
I dont know what to say anymore
Nor what to do to bring things back
From i dont know when where or how i lost them.
wings are too wet and heavy to fly...

wont u think back and compare the happy moments we've spent?
think about what u really want..?

Tale of slavery part 3...

Thinking and thinking...
Nightfall came again...
It was a night of full moon. Not that it mattered to the brooding soldier for in the cell he never saw the light. All he could think of was how to get out, and the more he thought...the angrier he got...
His angry thoughts formed into words in his mind, and in ended up turning into a war cry.

"Open your eyes and see the light,
Wake up from your awful plight

Struggle free, flap your wings
Break away from their strings

Dare to fly, dare to dream
Swim against the river stream

Flex your muscles clench your fists
Feel no pain but feel the breeze

No room for losers No prize for fear
Raise your shield & trust your spear

Remember their faces, forget your tears
Hit the drums & break their ears"

After which...the soldier fell into slumber again.
A rude shock awaited him in the morning. Two burly butcher looking guards stood right in front of him.
"You...Slave...whats your name?", came out from the mouths of one of the burly over sized guards...accompanied by foul stinking breath.
The brooding soldier kept his silence..but not for long.

Tale of slavery part 2...

Previously on the tale of slavery...

Bravery of a spartan yet... ended like a fool...
Suddenly he began to have second thoughts...If he had wings of wax...would he be attempt to do the same and attempt to fly just based on that little glimpse of hope from the sky?

One dream lead to another...suddenly, every night he was dreaming of flying amidst the calm and blue beautiful sky...in his dreams the clouds started to move and form an image...and every night the image became clearer and clearer.
It was a picture of girl...a girl so beautiful yet filled with a tinge of sorrow on her face...

Sometimes dreams are irrational but when the same dreams occur too often...one would start to ponder if it meant anything. The brooding soldier suddenly got to it that he wanted to fly into the sky...he wanted to meet the girl that was up there for it seemed like his destiny...

But how was the brooding soldier about to do that?
Legend has it...When Icarus fell from the sky...his body was found by his father Daedalus and after burying his son, Daedalus took off his own pair of wings of wax and hung it up on his son's grave...
The death of his son was too much to take.. Daedalus never wanted to fly again.

The brooding soldier had a goal...firstly he had to break out of his cell and find out where Icarus was buried...He wanted to steal the wings of Daedalus hoping that the legend was indeed true..and thus he would finally be able to meet the girl in his dreams...
Thinking and thinking...
Nightfall came again...

To be continued...