People have been asking me why my msn nick is so vulgar.
“Love is best summed up in 2 words: Fucked up!” and
“Ugh! whole world's breaking up! I hate love. It's phucked up…”
First of all, I must quantify that the above phrase is not my concoction. (Though I wish it was… quite clever I think. Ha…) Got it off a friend whom I consider as a thoughtful person (come to think bout it, I… I…I… look up to MWG. Omigosh! Ugh… scary feeling! haven’t lifted my head up in a long while…)
But the point is that: the originator of the phrase is stably attached, which may seem irrelevant to you, Dr. Logic, but in my pseudo-analytical Arts mind, lends weight to the opinion that love and all its peripheral paraphernalia like crushes, unrequited love, maintenance and of course break-ups are most often, well, fucked up.
Speaking of break-ups, tis a season to be sorry… (yes, wee bit lame I know) but my heart goes out to the 4 (and a half) couples who are going through heart ache now. Sigh… friends around me are falling apart like bowling pins. It really gets to me you know. Not because tears just glisten uncontrollably in my eyes when sensitive sentiments are pierced by the sorrow around me, not because their circumstances evokes great pathos in me, not because their sullen faces causes waves of empathy to well up in the depths of my tender heart…
*violin music and trembling lips while I melodramatically flick away a fat teardrop rolling down my cheek*
but just because this whole love business sucks! Hah!
I hate love.
It really messes up people’s lives. Why can’t we all just live happily with fantastic friends and compatible company? Such a nice simple world, (aaahhh…) uncomplicated by all these love-love shit.
How I wish things can be either this or that. Be happily attached or else happily single. Choose one. Either or. I blame the in-between states that create so many disturbances to life.
(Yea yea… I know it’s all a process. But this is MY ranting k? *bleahz*)
The power of love is that it blinds us all. Those in love are blinded by it. Those not in love are blindly searching for it. And Love takes sadistic pleasure in gorging out our eyes.
Yoohoo! Open your eyes big big!
Watch before you leap.
Look further than your broken heart
and that pool of blood at your feet.
Gosh… angst does bring out the poet in me. Ha…
Just wanna let my friends going through this deep dark valley now that there is light at the end of the tunnel. (cliché cliché I know) But meanwhile, if you need to strike a match here and there, I’m just a phone call or MSN window away.
Take care!
Love you!
Hah… the irony of it.
“Love is best summed up in 2 words: Fucked up!” and
“Ugh! whole world's breaking up! I hate love. It's phucked up…”
First of all, I must quantify that the above phrase is not my concoction. (Though I wish it was… quite clever I think. Ha…) Got it off a friend whom I consider as a thoughtful person (come to think bout it, I… I…I… look up to MWG. Omigosh! Ugh… scary feeling! haven’t lifted my head up in a long while…)
But the point is that: the originator of the phrase is stably attached, which may seem irrelevant to you, Dr. Logic, but in my pseudo-analytical Arts mind, lends weight to the opinion that love and all its peripheral paraphernalia like crushes, unrequited love, maintenance and of course break-ups are most often, well, fucked up.
Speaking of break-ups, tis a season to be sorry… (yes, wee bit lame I know) but my heart goes out to the 4 (and a half) couples who are going through heart ache now. Sigh… friends around me are falling apart like bowling pins. It really gets to me you know. Not because tears just glisten uncontrollably in my eyes when sensitive sentiments are pierced by the sorrow around me, not because their circumstances evokes great pathos in me, not because their sullen faces causes waves of empathy to well up in the depths of my tender heart…
*violin music and trembling lips while I melodramatically flick away a fat teardrop rolling down my cheek*
but just because this whole love business sucks! Hah!
I hate love.
It really messes up people’s lives. Why can’t we all just live happily with fantastic friends and compatible company? Such a nice simple world, (aaahhh…) uncomplicated by all these love-love shit.
How I wish things can be either this or that. Be happily attached or else happily single. Choose one. Either or. I blame the in-between states that create so many disturbances to life.
(Yea yea… I know it’s all a process. But this is MY ranting k? *bleahz*)
The power of love is that it blinds us all. Those in love are blinded by it. Those not in love are blindly searching for it. And Love takes sadistic pleasure in gorging out our eyes.
Yoohoo! Open your eyes big big!
Watch before you leap.
Look further than your broken heart
and that pool of blood at your feet.
Gosh… angst does bring out the poet in me. Ha…
Just wanna let my friends going through this deep dark valley now that there is light at the end of the tunnel. (cliché cliché I know) But meanwhile, if you need to strike a match here and there, I’m just a phone call or MSN window away.
Take care!
Love you!
Hah… the irony of it.
cLoUd DriFteD bY @ Wednesday, January 05, 2005 |
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