what the fuck!
what a boring day.
and bugger, i have no idea which dead latino bugger you're talking about :D
i think its.... WHOOPS HAHA. no lah. the blank wasn't referring to that dead latino dude.
WHOOPS. big clue already. OKAI it really has nothing to do with that dead dude. no more senderos no more senderos...
heck if you counted the blanks you wouldn't even come up with the latino dude's name. HAHA.
anyway,
i have come to realise that some people are really disgusting. just go observe during your daily life, you'll come to realise that you yourself may fall into that category.
disgusting behaviour, disgusting attributes. horrendous character with a fake personality.
but then again, isn't it all part of being human? being disgusting, being filthy, this strain of vermin; homo sapien.
thats what we are; mere vermin, a joke to life on earth. we are no more than a joke, a display of pure horrendousness.
do you dare admit you have never done anything horrible, anything so vile you dare not speak of it?
don't you have your own dirty little secret?
something so deep, you can't let it out, because it'll only leave people rolling over in disgust? have a good laugh, perhaps, but more of disgust. pure hatred and despise, thats all they'll ever feel.
that is how we go about our daily lives, no? putting on this plastic mask, with the plastic smile and plastic personality to go along with it. we, humans, are plastic.
did i say fake? no i just meant plastic.
how many people can boast that they have no told a lie, haven't betrayed your friend, haven't cheated on a test, haven't stolen money or belongings, haven't vandalised property, haven't harboured vile and dirty thoughts, or simply just haven't sinned?
we, human beings, are disgusting.
we are the sole reason the earth is filled with poison.
on second thoughts, we are the very poison.
the very filth we try to eliminate.
the vermin we try so hard to exterminate.
none other than ourselves, human beings.
why were we created?
how were we created?
why does this, why does that happen?
why do you get "2" when you add "1" with "1"?
how is the pyathagoras theorem justified?
freak, we ask too many questions for our own good.
you think god has all the answers? science has all the answers?
i'm telling you; no.
so why ask so many questions?
i've said this before.
i wish i was a caveman.
i wouldn't have to worry about so many things
other than foraging for food and living my life.
so sweet and simple.
yes, J, i do agree that they do face an additional problem of body odour
but yeah it's simple and i quite figure that they really don't mind :D
another alternative is probably peter pan, who never has to grow up. don't you wish you never had to grow up? then you won't have to face FUCKING GROWING UP.
but then again, you won't get to enjoy the perks like english premier league and stuff i guess.
but then again, i wouldn't have to know what it's like not to watch soccer =/
take this analogy of 2 children.
Child A
well, Child A was born in a well-to do family in the United States. he was showered with all the gifts since he was a little kid.
He was given the promise of getting a pie, a very special pie. but he was told to wait, 6 months, to be exact.
One day, he was given this large pie, and was told he could keep it. trust me, this is an extremely large pie, probably a LIFETIME'S SUPPLY of pie. and yes, he was allowed to keep it FOR LIFE.
this child, he dare not eat too much of the pie yet, and decided to take just a little crumb of the pie.
his parents, thinking that he didn't appreciate them giving him the pie, decided to take it away.
of course, the kid was very upset. wouldn't you be, if you were the kid? imagine if he/she was 5 years old. you'd be crying too.
so yeah, from then on, all the kid could yearn for was the magnificent pie he was forbidden from ever having again. this was a special pie, this pie. a one-of-a-kind pie. yes, he could always get a different-flavoured pie, but it would never be the same! never the same...
all he had was just a crumb, and perhaps the aroma of the pie still lingering in his nosebuds.
but that was all he had left.
so everyday, the kid continued to yearn for the pie, and rejected all the other pies he came across. pushing them away, he tried so desperately to reach out for the giant pie, but to no avail. his parents kept hiding the pie away.
of course, this is a magical pie, it'd never rot or decompose. c'mon, this is just a bedtime story.
so anyway, the kid tried all he could to just let go and forget the pie, but he couldn't. he had already tried and sampled a little bit of the pie, and that little bit was enough to captivate him for life. FOR LIFE.
the kid was so upset. he told himself he'd find another lifetime's supply of pie. but that pie? it'd never be the same pie. a different pie, different from the pie he so desired.
The outcome.
the boy eventually would find a new pie, which he would learn to savour. not the same, he figured, but nonetheless a pie. meaningless to him, but yes, still a pie, still a pie.
and for that giant pie? it eventually found a new owner, who really appreciated it, and started munching upon receiving that pie.
the boy was to regret for life for not munching on the pie from the start, and perhaps he would still have had the pie with him for life. the boy realised the stupidity, the blindness, the pain that life would give him.
no pie would ever be the same for that kid. afterall, no pie could replace an irreplaceable pie.
Child B.
Child B was born in Iran, born in poverty. he had never known what it was like to have a pie.
he grew up not knowing what it was like to have a pie. all he had were just kit-kat.
but everytime he experienced the kit-kat, he loved the kit-kat.
he and the kit-kat eventually came to be united.
happy ending? yeah why not! i mean, kit-kat is nothing compared to a lifetime supply of pie, but he was happy with the kit-kat. he never knew what it was like not to have a pie, thus never knew the pain that came along with it.
he enjoyed the rest of his life with the bar of kit-kat, which he never did finish eating.
(p.s it was a magical kit-kat that never rotted or decomposed either).
yep end of story!
well, it left me to wonder. why do i never get to see happy endings? in real life, at least. all good things come to an end. perhaps some come more quickly than others. how painful.
horrible!
terrible!
ack. i still have that bittersweet taste lingering in my mouth.