We meet many people in our phases of life. And i've learnt something. You can never recover a past friendship. Who we were once close to will never be ever again. I realised this after Facebook was discovered took me awhile but i'm beginning to see a pattern.

Did you know it is more often that you get ignored by friends you were once in good terms with than with friends that you barely spoke to until recently. For example a person you barely spoke to is more likely to respond to conversations. Where else your friends who you once thought were your friends will just ignore you and eventually delete you off the list. Ironic isn't it. That your "friends" are actually not and those who you thought were not can actually be "friends"

Facebook actually created many voids in friendship. Realise how people of the past had a more sustainable friendship. The modern friends judge on what they choose to see. The internal relationship of many is long gone. There is no chemistry, no love, no passion no mumbo jumbo that people used to sing and preach about.

Life is a funny rollercoaster. Oh well as far as i can say. I have so much to offer to them "friends" but that opportunity is gone the many moments they chose to ignore me. So good luck to you in life. You're bound to see that much more failures with that attitude. Good luck.

Oh did i mention the worst pet peeves ever . Freaking iPhone users during an outing for drinks. Get your freaking hands off that phone its hard to communicate when you're on it all the time. Way to go on setting up a wall

Do you sometimes get the feeling that you're all alone. And all you can do is shed tears.
Tears that you have no answer for. Tears that have nothing but the emphasis of the emptiness.
I just feel so empty. I cant explain it. It feels like there is noone around. It feels like everything is just on a noticeboard or that time just stood still. What do we do about this such situation? Is there an answer to it

Thank you for being here with me till this day. Sorry to have hurt you so much by making you wait.
I'm too incomplete to handle any kind of commitment and i was blinded by the thought that i was.
Until i truly find that for myself. Here is goodbye to you . Here is goodbye to the foolish me.

The good times i've shared shall not be forgotten. For you will always be my love. Thank you for everything......and Sorry that i loved you.

Never turn your back on me. For before you know it . I would be ahead of you and all you'd see is the back of me and I wont stop to look back at you for that was all i saw you give to me.

Business sounds so easy to some people with the capital . But in reality its such a tough and harsh process. There are more players in the game than you expect. The more players the odds of someone having something better than you is higher. = higher risk for u

i need hazza fun
if things go well i will disappear to some island alone
be robinson crusoe
come back as jungleman
then oni work back
then can write epic book about it

Quote

"Who have you thought about in simulated positions" - Billy Foong, 2011

this came about after a conversation about who or what type of people i want to have under my future corporation

oh just now i saw an accident at federal
lol
i was walking up the stairs in empire
i heard screetching
so i went to the road view part
ngam ngam i go there the car whack each other
chevrolet
from left cut to the speed lane
some lady with honda city knock from back
the chevrolet barely any damage
the honda city......front totally flat
the lady managed to walk out
grabbing her stomach
probably kena hard impact but doesnt seem to be any brutal damage
i think her car totaled tho

i think i've lost a part of me. the part that says like every other billions of people in the world on celebration days . happy something ....the thing is its never happy even if i celebrate it it all ends up coming back to a depressing environment when that ass hole appears. ripping away all happiness built up from the day thanks to unpleasantries or what nots. you'd think a person can grow immune to this perversion of behaviour but we just dont. each time seeing it over and over just makes me sicker to the bone.

each time im sleepless through the anger that runs through my veins on the actions of this ass of a person. why do i even share his blood . it makes me think i wish i can remove my line of blood . its really gone to such an extent i can sense myself turning into this horrible being filled with darkness. a darkness which i dont want to harbour yet find myself unable to rid of . a disease that hides in the creases of my bones . failed to be detected and appears like the worst of any infection taking over my entire self.

i wish to myself to be good i wish to god to make him change so i can change . so that i can say i dont hate. but year by year it seems worse. so what the hell am i doing wrong. i know ive done alot to say im wrong but im pretty sure what im asking for is still reasonable. as im not asking for myself but for others . i think it will help alot if somehow something can stop this madness for once. or i might not be able to stand it. But i am weak against this madness powerless against it all i could do is hide from its shadow covering in the fear of the beast. the uncontrollable and mindless beast that runs on instinct of grudge and hate.the same very beast that runs through my veins as though it was an inherited curse but my beast is not freely manifested for i have refrained its medium but i can still feel the very essence of its nature . the nature of a dark willed heart.

And so i see the seals deep in my heart reversed . the hatred out in the open and the kind feelings of what is "happy" sealed deep inside away from the breech of light

its the end of the year ushering 2011 as it brings an end to another uneventful year where i
graduated worked for awhile and now........rotting around

i should have just picked the choice of working away from my family

i should have done that indeed

But i didnt and here i am stuck in the drama and feelings unquell in this house where the boy stay lost and unquell.
Deep in his heart his fear dwell
unleashes from hell a mighty strong gale
which was cause of the empire fell

No celebrations end well in the house of where the demon dwell.

In which he rises after the sun falls and in the moon comes like a warewolf you see only scarier most cases it turns out to be.

The morning rises and all is forgotten the empire lives in a world made of masks hiding the truth of all its dark pasts. Nights rid of silence for all the hells loose and all that is seen is red. Empty and red. red from the hate red from the anger red from the blood.

You know what im not in the mood for the riddles. FUCK that drunkard

after all these years learning to tolerate... i still cant tolerate the fucking drunkard in my fucking house.. fuck you