Oooh.. Death!

So here's something I found about 10 mins back. I won't say who wrote it. Know this, she was naive, beyond imagination. This is about 8 years old? The post, not the author.

"Death... 
Some people obviously think that death is probably the most depressing topic to talk about. I think otherwise. I think death is one of the most important topics to talk about. Why? Because I think its the awareness of death that prepares us better for life. We all know that death is inevitable. Nothing we can say or do would help us escape death. Its always right beside us but the only difference is that we'll never know when it decides to strike. I think for most people, including me, its death that compels us to live our lives to the fullest. We all have our dreams and aspirations and we must do whatever it takes to fulfill them, because we don't know which minute will be our last or which day will be our last day. When I talk about chasing our dreams, I don't say that we must fulfill only our dreams. Being practical is always very important. On our way to fulfill our desires and ambition, we must not get so fully absorbed that we forget to admire all things that we pass by when we are on the path of life. Death waits for us and will always creep in on us when we're not expecting it. Thus its always wise to live each minute we're given like its our last and to live today like there will be no tomorrow. It is therefore our duty and in our own best interest that we understand the miracle of life given to us and be grateful for where we are today. We must strive to achieve all our dreams because we as humans only know that the angel of death awaits us. But when she'll make her move will always remain a mystery. "

Ummm... cute? Lots of wisdom back then eh? :)

"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time." - Mark Twain

Empty Inside

Don't look at me,
I'm all empty inside.
Don't smile at me,
I've forgotten what that's like.

Don't cry for me,
For I know no emotion,
Just hollow emptiness,
Voices, lost in my own ocean.

You can't make me laugh,
Or, smile or glow,
You can't me happy,
Or sad anymore.

You see me standing far,
And I know you've really tried,
But don't look at me now,
I'm all empty inside.

- Yours Truly.

"Fantasy abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters." - Francisco Goya

Phototastic

Universal Truth

Why do they do that?

Before you continue, please remember, constant RANTING, CRIBBING, WHINING.

So, why do they have double standards? Who? Ha. Men. Who else? Know anyone else? They say we make them like that. That we’re the real bitches who screwed them over, so now, they’re just returning the favour. Another joke.

They break it. They stomp it. They tear it apart. Then they say it’s our fault.

Oh, don’t worry. I’m not some man-hater. Just stating the obvious. Yes, girls are bitches. But sometimes, we’re also people, with feelings and all that, and we do get hurt.

I know someone, let’s say she’s A. I know someone else too, let’s say he’s B. So A fell in love with B, long before she knew it happened. She was in love. That head-over-heels-squishy-in-your-tummy-cupids-floating-around-school-girl-crush-and-all-that-mush kind of love. It was amazing, but oh, it was so blind. He never felt the same way about her. You know, “but we’re friends. We’re best friends. I love you because you’re my best friend.” And she waited, never straying, waiting. You call her a fool? Oh she was. A fool, in love. You can’t help it you know, sometimes, you just can’t. At the end of the day, after too many ups and downs and months of yes-no-yes-no-yes-no-yes-NO… He finally said it.

“I want to live with you for the rest of my life.”

That’s it. All her hope that was slowly fading away, got strength, it was burning up again. All it needed was him to say something of the sort. And he did. And she fell, face first into that pool of hope waiting, again.

Let’s just talk about B a little bit.

Cute, adorable, weird. Totally A’s type. Stubborn, strong, annoying, irritating. That too was kind of her type. He cared about her.

That’s it. I did say a little bit.

Yes, yes. Think I’m biased. Be judgmental and all that. I am after all, from the feminine side of things. You know, with the breasts and everything.

So where were we? Ah, yes, pool of hope.

He led her on again, made her think it was going to work. Told her everything would be fine. And then finally said those words again.

“I don’t want a girl like you in my life.”

That’s it. So easy. So calmly, so smooth... and more than anything else... ON CHAT. Seriously, such standards. That pretty much squashed all the hope she had. Dried up that pool so well, she couldn’t see it filling up, ever again.

Alright, maybe he wanted to settle down first. But what’s wrong with doing things the old fashioned way? You know, dating. That’s all she ever wanted. But how can you just abandon something without even trying, so the other person will keep wondering if there was something that she did that made it go horribly wrong.

More on that later.

Thank you for reading my brand new post of my brand new blog. *Kisses*

Will be updating it with photographs, poetry and pencils!

“For every good reason there is to lie, there is a better reason to tell the truth.”

- Bo Bennett.