Someone daughter, someone mother, someone wife

there i was ...
minding my own business...
chilling with few people....
you werent there though....
with a glass of pinot in my left....
and a bottle of chardonnay in my right...
looking happy...
it might be the happiest day in my whole life ...
living the moment....
the moment might be forever....
the scenery was delightful...
i can smell the rite smell...
i can hear the bird chipping while the blue at sunrise playing in background...
someone tap my shoulder....
i turned around...
she standing there...
someone daughter, someone mother,someone wife....
she pour the wine on my face...
throw the bottle into the pool...
and gave me a slap in the face...
what the fuck?...
no words...
no bitching....
no yelling....
just like that...
and it over...

come on dude...it supposed to be a good dream...or it should end with some happy ending...dude why on earth you were there....i dont care about the meaning or a clue or some deep shit pertaining to the dream.... why you were there....it confused me....what bother me the most is why you ruin it for me....damn you....

im disturbed yet curious....

ps
im bitching bout the her in the dream not on real life.... capiche

Termination of contract

29 May 2009

Mrs. Fifteen Diesel Whores
Assistant Chief of Fun Officer
Chubby Inc

RE: Termination of Mrs. Fifteen Diesel Whores Contract with Fifteen Beaches

Dear Mrs. Fifteen Diesel Whores,

top10beaches welcomes the decision made of Fifteen Beaches to terminate from the chill out contract previously made with the Mrs. Fifteen Diesel Whores. Fifteen Beaches has correctly determined that the agreement, as originally designed, cannot be properly fulfilled to Fifteen Beaches high international standards. top10beaches welcomes this news, and commends Fifteen Beaches for choosing the right course of action.

Regards,
top10beaches

Més que un club

his first season ever...
38 years old...
60 games played...
154 total goals...
105 goals in league...
average over 60% ball possession every single game...
19 La liga title...
25 Spanish cup...
3 Champion league...
1 arsenal "hero konon"...
1 monyet who score in the final...
1 greatest player who prove he better than chistina...
first club in Spain to win the treble of La Liga, Copa Del Rey and UEFA Champion League...

hehehehe.... gloating time.....

Nightmare

fact
a dream is the experience of envisioned images, sounds, or other sensations during sleep....the events of dreams are often impossible or unlikely to occur in physical reality, and are usually outside the control of the dreamer....

the story
im thinking about this weird dream i had last night that in retrospect is making me sort of sad.....scared...confused...repent...i wont go too into it...im not giving you details...well im confused as a baby in a topless bar....it so weird everything dont make senses...it also make me doubt every action made after the dream....as weird the dream seem.... it also felt so real....it fucked up everything that been planned...it made me do some soul searching....it made me wanted to play the white knight instead of the black king....maybe there are governing rules to how people behave and respond....maybe there is a scientific way of looking at emotions....maybe im just taking this too far....

question
what if you slept... and what if in your sleep you dreamed....and what if in your dream you went to someplace and there you picked a strange and beautiful flower....and what if when you awoke you had the flower in your hand?...... ah.....what then?.....

conclusion
god it feels so strange.... ive had periods of time before where i feel detached... but this is different....even though i dont really understand it after all....i dont even know what im talking about.... im not really sure what im trying to say..... i guess ill stop writing now.... im out of words for the moment....where the sejadah?...

Run out of luck

memories are may be the fuel they burn to stay alive....whether those memories have any actual importance or not.... it doesnt matter as far the maintenance of life is concerned.....they are all just fuel....advertising filler in the news paper....sidney books....dirty pictures in a magazine......a fucking proposal....when you feed them to fire....they are just paper....the fire isnt thinking 'oh this is worth a lot'....or 'oh this is the best seller'....or 'nice tits'....while it burns.....to the fire.....they are nothing but scraps of paper.....it is the exact same thing.....important memories.....not-so-important memories.....totally useless memories .....there is no distinction .....they are all just fuel.....

3 hours till the moon sleep.....so there were we....miss example-of-murphy-law...miss soon-to-be-mrs...trying to kill time before 8....talking...listening...watching PDA...smoking...in matter of days...it will be over...

it would be awesome if you guys cry during the main event....
it would be super awesome if you guys fall apart and hate each others and not friend anymore...
only time will tell that....
but it would be the man if you guys still together until one of you die....

Corny

when we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us.... we often find that it is those who... instead of giving advice... solutions.....or cures.... have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.....the dude who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion....who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement....who can tolerate not knowing.....not curing....not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness.....that is a dude who cares....

The M word

is it possible.. in the final analysis...for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another?...we can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person...but in the end....how close can we come to that person's essence?.... we convince ourselves that we know the other person well.... but do we really know anything important about anyone?.....

"what do you think?... im not a starfish or a pepper tree.... im a living, breathing human being.... of course ive been in love...."

that was my answer to her(not an exact quote,but it cooler this way), miss my-hobby-is-to-ask-other-personal-question...damn man.... she ask to many question... question that i dont even ask myself....she so nonchalant ask people bout their personal life... question that make you uncomfortable...

then there was miss i-go-with-the-flow which think that innocently(what another word for innocent .... ignorant... or what i like to call stupid) believe that relationship is all about heart...she foolishly believe that it nothing to do with experience or knowledge or hardwork or other things... "the heart want what the heart want" that is her mantra ...

all this questions and opinion doesnt seem to bother most people.... given the chance... people are surprisingly frank when they talk about themselves.... "im honest and open to a ridiculous degree"... theyll say.. or "im thin-skinned and not the type who gets along easily in the world...." or "im very good at sensing others true feelings...." but any number of times ive seen people who say theyre easily hurt... hurt other people for no apparent reason.... self-styled honest and open people... without realizing what theyre doing... blithely use some self-serving excuse to get what they want.... and those "good at sensing others true feelings" ...are duped by the most transparent flattery.... its enough to make me ask the question.... how well do we really know ourselves?"

Niche

i talk bad about dead people..
i fight the injured...
i dont like old people...
i not comfortable with other people parents...

that my fucking niche... u got it... now go mess with other people..