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style="clear:both;"></div>(listening to like a stone by audioslave)<br />dear god,<br />please give me the strength to endure these things,<br />please make me somehow a better person<br /><br /><br />iv learnt that i have to be more understanding and meet people's expectations though im not a mind reader of sorts. i have to figure out things two seconds faster before it happens.though i constantly ask why,and if there is anything i should know please tell me,humbly iv noted the fact that i should find out things myself and always put my best foot forward.i have noted also that god plays a big role in making things happen.im powerless to change things and im so naive to think that i could make this world a greater place,but sigh i cant even keep the things around me intact.<br /><br />i have learnt that i should be more than i am,i should be a superhuman with ginormous strength in all particular fields to satisfy the needs of my loved ones.i have learnt that i have to find answers to arising questions in people's minds and answer them without being offensive or defensive.though at certain points im unsure of things but i should not let it deter me in finding true happiness for me and my loved ones.i must also try not to let my loved ones think that i have other stark intentions in my actions and try to be more honest than i actually am.i must take the cuts ,bullets and bruises like a man and let it heal on its own,let it scab and peel away and i know a new layer of skin will emerge,and i'll be okay.<br /><br />i have learnt that i should not repeat my mistakes.instead i should learn from them,take the principles behind it and apply it to my daily life.i wonder sometimes why in our formal education,we could learn and understand the ideas behind the subjects and hence apply it into the past year papers that we do and excel in the examinations.i wonder why the same experiment cant be applied in our daily lives.like the saying goes,fool me once shame on you.fool me twice shame on me.fool me further,then heh you know the drill.speaking of mistakes,i must learn to admit my mistakes and pledge to not repeat the same mistakes again in the future.i must seek forgiveness and always stay in humility and i must take responsibility over the damages done by my recurring mistakes.<br /><br />i have learnt that i should be thankful for the efforts made by my loved ones.sometimes i guess i think unrealistically.i should be thankful for the presence,space,money and time my loved ones give to me.i should not critic the efforts made by them instead i should concur with their thoughts.i have learnt that though i think some opinions by people generally are wrong,but i must concur with them in order for me to have a more peaceful ending.sure at a certain point of view i guess im eating my heart out,but to me,i think of the greater good of things and i want my loved ones to be happy and i dont care about other people anymore.i really dont.go ahead, call names,call them ass or whore or anything,mock them,ridicule them,ask me not to befriend them,ask me not to go to my bestfriend's birthday party because you dont like the person and i wouldnt care less because i truly dont care and i wont care anymore.i know its for the good of things.i know my time here on earth is short and time is running out.as long as i am here,i will make my loved ones happy even if it kills me.<br /><br />i have learnt that i should not make things hard for my loved ones,instead i should take a deep breath and just accept all the things that people will say and let it be something constructive in my life.i should not be mad,instead more understanding.i know i should try harder in delivering my points whilst at the same time satisfying the person and do it for the sake of making things right and making my loved ones happy.i have also learnt that i should put my loved ones' intrests way above mine in order to make things work.<br /><br />i have learnt a lot since yesterday.i am as observant as ever.i will show no sign of being fucked up,because i know its for the greater good of things.i will be a better,more understanding and more comforting partner,friend and son.may god give his arm for me,and pull me through this period of hardship for me.insyAllah.<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><p class="blogger-labels">Labels: <a rel='tag' href="http://prick-me.blogspot.com/search/label/decipher%20this%20shit%20in%205%20words%20or%20less">decipher this shit in 5 words or less</a></p><br> <br> <i>8:54 PM</i> <p align=right><Font Style="color: #e9082e; border-bottom: 1px dashed #d0d0d0; letter-spacing:3;"><strike> okeh iv done crapping x)</strike></Font></p> <div class="header1">Saturday, January 16, 2010 </div> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>hey guys,its been a solid week plus since i disconnected myself.iv learnt several things along the way.im almost there,but nowhere near perfection.till now i learnt perfection never actually existed,nor its even possible.perfection is just an imaginary goal in our minds that we thought we could achieve.though in reality perfection exist as just a meaningless goal that is synonymous to our blood that fills our vessels;it drives us.i have noted the fact that some things are coherent and perfectly fair in so many ways.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />"its not fair,the world is not fair</span>"-said a friend of mine.no the world is fair,if you really think of the sequence of things and how its correlated and placed into its sections,so meticulously only a genious(God) can execute it.i have learnt that i shouldnt care for others so much so till it bends and dents the relationship with my loved ones.sure,i care for my loved ones,and i "judge" people so that i can make people realize and change-its called positive criticism,of which a lot of people cant handle because to me they tend to confuse between perception and reality.to this,i have stopped permanently caring or hoping that i could change or improve certain people,of which i should have known the tasks are daunting and seems now <span style="font-style: italic;">impossible</span>.<br /><br />i should have known that being repetitive and rhetorical about things in light people could consider my motives isnt going to hone a postive impact on anything.i have learnt that other people's problems and issues are theirs and their business only.i have no right to bump into their private life or interrupt the way of life that they have.i have learnt that actions speak louder than words, and no matter how much i try to convince or promote a certain way of doing things,somehow divine intervention will always kick in and it will mean nothing if i preach but do not pray.<br /><br />i have learnt that my real aim was there all along and i regret to always create obstacles along the way and making society a topic that i would debate on that does not even matter at all in the first place.furthermore i learnt that the small things dont really matter at all.i used to think that the little details are important,as you know im fascinated with the world of horology and mechanical machines.however,i seem to see the bigger picture is more important and substancial than the little parts in it.<br /><br />correct me if im wrong here though,but i know that the more i care for the little things and the things that are "bias","incorrect",socially incorrect due to the stereotypes that make up our society,the more i get stressed and the more problematic things become and hence the less happy i am.i hope that i could learn more,and i have still some kinks that needs to be ironed out.i wont say im a success but i will say i am a learner thats eager for knowledge.all i know,my time is running out and i can only pray that things will become better in the future.insyAllah.<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><p class="blogger-labels">Labels: <a rel='tag' href="http://prick-me.blogspot.com/search/label/decipher%20this%20shit%20in%205%20words%20or%20less">decipher this shit in 5 words or less</a></p><br> <br> <i>8:35 AM</i> <p align=right><Font Style="color: #e9082e; border-bottom: 1px dashed #d0d0d0; letter-spacing:3;"><strike> okeh iv done crapping x)</strike></Font></p> <div class="header1">Wednesday, January 6, 2010 </div> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>hey guys<br />i'll be taking my days off for awhile.an indefinite hiatus from the usual day to day agendas.i'm taking this time off due to concurring problems that need urgent solutions.im also taking this time to kill off my anger and to spend more quality time with my girlfriend and family and of course to concentrate on my studies.slowly i'll kill off my hp and only my close peeps can contact me through the hp.i wont be answering nor reply unneccesary calls or texts and wont be reached by mail or any social networking sites.during this period of time i hope you guys could be patient and understand the enourmous pressure and strain that im going through.its been both a hard time for my relationship and myself and im seeking light that all of the issues will be settled after this period of self reconsilation.i hope you guys are not offended by my actions as i need this "vacation" to set a few things straight and find back the stability and peace thats once there.till then i wish you guys all the best in things and insyallah may god bless you guys for the goodness that we're spreading on this earth.assalamualaikum.<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><p class="blogger-labels">Labels: <a rel='tag' href="http://prick-me.blogspot.com/search/label/vacation">vacation</a></p><br> <br> <i>12:14 AM</i> <p align=right><Font Style="color: #e9082e; border-bottom: 1px dashed #d0d0d0; letter-spacing:3;"><strike> okeh iv done crapping x)</strike></Font></p> <div class="header1">Wednesday, September 9, 2009 </div> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>im sick of feeling sick<br />the feeling of a shadow thats always hovering over me<br />that knife cut,that bleeds black<br />thick and viscous,and flows slowly that every sensation is a secretive gripping pain of sorts<br />im the devil.im never the angel.im the poison.im the vices in your blood.im the crimson in red.im the swelling of your bruise.im the bitter in your coffee.im the smoke in your cigarette.the intoxication in your wine.the parasite that clogs up your senses,blinds you,eats you while youre breathing and eventually kills you.im all that.<br />i wanna be your hero.your savior.your salvation.your nest that you come to.i wanna be good.i know,there's still a lot of devils inside me thats haunting me.i dont know why im so insecure,nor irrational.i know the complications that lie ahead,but why must i be in denial and deny it?why must things be uncertain but still have hope?have we lost all hope?and whats my name again?<br />i dont want you to remember my name,and associate me with the bastard that i am.<br />im wish i could drive this car ever so fast,and crash it,just me alone,so u can forget the existence of me.i wish i could turn this car around while were driving.and im sorry.<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><p class="blogger-labels">Labels: <a rel='tag' href="http://prick-me.blogspot.com/search/label/chheeeebye">chheeeebye</a>, <a rel='tag' href="http://prick-me.blogspot.com/search/label/decipher%20this%20shit%20in%205%20words%20or%20less">decipher this shit in 5 words or less</a>, <a rel='tag' href="http://prick-me.blogspot.com/search/label/rainy%20days">rainy days</a></p><br> <br> <i>6:26 AM</i> <p align=right><Font Style="color: #e9082e; border-bottom: 1px dashed #d0d0d0; letter-spacing:3;"><strike> okeh iv done crapping x)</strike></Font></p> <div class="header1"> </div> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>i dont know whats wrong with me lately<br />things move so fast sometimes i wish i could just pause and take a breath for a moment or two<br />i dont know where will we be going<br />nor whats going to happen<br />will things end up in oblivion<br />or things stay as they should?<br />i left my past behind and all its contents<br />all the memories i threw away like a slew of a thousand unspoken lies<br />this dark heart of mine keeps saying come closer and closer<br />whilst my mind keeps saying move further and further<br />i dont know why or even why should i find<br />all the things i should..or should i?<br />or why do i even bother to anyway?<br />to satisfy my everlasting thirst for lust?for anger?for satisfaction?for easy of mind?<br />does it really add up?<br />maybe..maybe not<br />i dont know.<br />im not sure why im unsure,usually i do know<br />im scared that the signs were there all along,and obvius.so obvious that it literally morphs in shapes and sounds all around me<br />its scary and at the same time grueling.<br />i cant recall the past anymore,somehow the past just flew away like a paper plane threw at random.<br />for whats its worth,this uncertainty of mine can only be dealt by me.sad aint it?<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><p class="blogger-labels">Labels: <a rel='tag' href="http://prick-me.blogspot.com/search/label/crap">crap</a></p><br> <br> <i>6:15 AM</i> <p align=right><Font Style="color: #e9082e; border-bottom: 1px dashed #d0d0d0; letter-spacing:3;"><strike> okeh iv done crapping x)</strike></Font></p> <div class="header1">Saturday, July 18, 2009 </div> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>she makes my life shine so bright as if there's a million light bulbs lit at once<br />she's everything i have ever drempt of,wanted and need<br />she gives everything and i give my all to her<br />i love her to death<br />only death will do us part :)<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br> <br> <i>9:28 PM</i> <p align=right><Font Style="color: #e9082e; border-bottom: 1px dashed #d0d0d0; letter-spacing:3;"><strike> okeh iv done crapping x)</strike></Font></p> <div class="header1">Monday, July 13, 2009 </div> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>I used to know you like the back of my hand<br />Until today you held your place<br />Now you're shifting like the sand<br />Your chest would heave with pride if I were spoken of<br />Until tonight I never knew the difference between comfort and love<br /><br />Although you're sleeping right next to me<br />Well, it feels like you are wide awake in a distant dream<br />leading a life that is finally free<br />of these endless nights and countless fights that turn us into<br />who we hate to be<br /><br />This is so difficult for the both of us<br />I know we tried so hard, there's just no hope for us<br />Well it's more than a shame that we lost to this game<br />All my walking, talking, sleeping, breathing -<br />nothing will ever be the same<br /><br />I used to hold you like it's all that I had<br />Now begins the falling out, we are like a passing fad<br />Your mouth would crack a smile if I were spoken of<br />Till tonight you never thought<br />you'd lose this epic battle with love<br /><br />For what it's worth, I've always admired you<br />I always thought that we could make it through<br />Now look what time can do<br />It took our masterpiece we built and broke it in two<br />I always believed in you<br />I always loved you<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><p class="blogger-labels">Labels: <a rel='tag' href="http://prick-me.blogspot.com/search/label/5%20second%20laugh">5 second laugh</a>, <a rel='tag' href="http://prick-me.blogspot.com/search/label/chheeeebye">chheeeebye</a>, <a rel='tag' href="http://prick-me.blogspot.com/search/label/crap">crap</a></p><br> <br> <i>2:21 AM</i> <p align=right><Font Style="color: #e9082e; border-bottom: 1px dashed #d0d0d0; letter-spacing:3;"><strike> okeh iv done crapping x)</strike></Font></p> <div class="header1">Saturday, July 4, 2009 </div> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>i have to admit.i still have a lot of issues prior known only and exclusively to me to deal with.i still have a lot of demons inside me that haunt me in my sleep.i still feel like im the villain here.sigh.the intoxicating taste of your own bleak shadown just lingers there and cought every glance of you.its horrible.i feel like waking up whilst stiill asleep.i feel like everything is coming to an end,and the thing is im noticing the piece of puzzles that lie on the ground as as if im picking piece by piece and making a big picture out of it.i dont know,maybe its just me,maybe humans are imperfect,maybe society or the system that we live in is just plain flawed.i dont know.im still figuring that part out.i think im having severe case of permanent and evident denial.im denying whats happening on the ground and believing in things that will never be there.its crazy its harsh and funny bit ,you probably wont ever know what i'm talking about will you?you'll just be drowned in my conversation and the mask i uphold upon you.fact is in disbelief,im having what vincent had. and probably end up like that as well.and what sorrows me is that in this progression and sequence of events,nobody could understand,nor see yet what they could do is just stand there,motionless,numb and still as if the wind was passing through the cliffs.<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><p class="blogger-labels">Labels: <a rel='tag' href="http://prick-me.blogspot.com/search/label/this%20shit%20in%205%20words%20or%20less">this shit in 5 words or less</a></p><br> <br> <i>7:24 AM</i> <p align=right><Font Style="color: #e9082e; border-bottom: 1px dashed #d0d0d0; letter-spacing:3;"><strike> okeh iv done crapping x)</strike></Font></p> <div class="header1">Sunday, June 28, 2009 </div> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><div style="text-align: center;">E6<br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span>taking chances in distances<br />mimic moves of the passersby<br />a journey has no second chances<br />taking the road less traveled by<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>anxiety and elevation<br />fill up the air that i breathe<br />vision darkens in pretension<br />weapons of disaster and catastrophe<br /><br />crickets' symphony at night<br />eyes half shut in regret<br />of all the choices that thought was right<br />i lost a friend that night.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><p class="blogger-labels">Labels: <a rel='tag' href="http://prick-me.blogspot.com/search/label/poems">poems</a></p><br> <br> <i>2:29 AM</i> <p align=right><Font Style="color: #e9082e; border-bottom: 1px dashed #d0d0d0; letter-spacing:3;"><strike> okeh iv done crapping x)</strike></Font></p> <div class="header1">Monday, June 1, 2009 </div> <br> <div style="clear:both;"></div>what happens when you're patience becomes an art. what happens when youre walking on a wire hanging 120 meters above sea level,doing a balancing act of sorts. what happens when u realize that you're losing grip slowly and you could actually feel it running through your veins.what happens when u realize that things aren't they way its suppose to be.what happens you realize the person in your life turns around and walks a away heavily in a distance.what happens when you found out that the sky is faded and the sun actually sets.what happens when you cant understand why things cant be done your own way.what happens when you realize that its actually harder than anybody could comprehend.what happens when you realize the most important thing in life is to be yourself and to not follow others.what happens when everything comes down like an avalanche in front of your eyes and you could only stand still and wait as you ride above the cliffs arguing about the simplest things.what happens when you realize your time gets so short and your air gets so thin you're gasping for air to breathe.<br /><br />picture that.<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><p class="blogger-labels">Labels: <a rel='tag' href="http://prick-me.blogspot.com/search/label/decipher%20this%20shit%20in%205%20words%20or%20less">decipher this shit in 5 words or less</a></p><br> <br> <i>8:24 AM</i> <p align=right><Font Style="color: #e9082e; border-bottom: 1px dashed #d0d0d0; letter-spacing:3;"><strike> okeh iv done crapping x)</strike></Font></p> 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