Tunnels.

Vision blurs, the world spins.

There’s a throbbing strain on the right side of my head. A sharp sting near the outer edge of my eye and a numbing sore much further behind.

My neck screams in protest at every movement i make.

There is no position that finds comfort.

My arms weaken and i feel my whole body become limp.

On days such as this, physical weakness paired with emotional distraught causes my mind to create monsters that people would normally deem disgraceful and disgusting.

A moment ago i had my entire script written in my head.

A morbid description of the scenarios and horrid temptations of pointless cruelty.

I’m no angel.

I have my dark dirty secrets.

Blood both disgust me and fascinates me.

That warm glowing red viscosity representing life; so thick and glorious,

it seduces me.

If only you knew the truth,

the ghost and shadows that roam in my head.

What felt like to would never last went on longer than it should have. A week turned into a month and the month turned into a year yet still it went on and on. It became an expected unexpected to everyone involved causing amusement, disgust as well as a slow understanding.

Still, time continues to tick on by unaware of the good or the damage it may have unknowingly caused.

Who really knows the truth when rights and wrongs become so very subjective.

How does one thing outweigh another?

The crossroad draws to a near.

And in it’s presence is a sign; big red bold and alarming.

DEADLINE

The confusion needs to stop.

The circles need to break.

And the biggest question needs it’s final answer.

“Is it really worth it?”

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But till the time comes for that eerily silent confrontation,

The opposing mind and heart refuses to give it’s definite response and instead continue on in it’s fickle private banter.

Let go.

Hold on.

*I want to see it..*

Let go!

HOLD ON!

*I think I see it…*

Why was the last time so much easier?

*waves come crashing me by…*

discovered i could do this in yoga class today and was quite amused cuz when my teacher did it i was like WTF. that doesnt look right wei. is that even possible? LOL

eh.. im not some yoga pro so if im not moving correctly or in the exact correct pose dont come yell at me okeh..

and haha ignore the middle part where im trying to push myself up. for some reason i forgot im suppose to use my arm to pull myself up and not use a swinging action to push myself up “=_= blur.

and dunno whats up with my mac leh.. the webcam getting blurer and keeps having this blue tinge thingie =( anybody got any idea? too lazy to google right now.

LOL. wanted to use my new toy the 60D to take a clearer video but just realised i bought the wrong memory card and it’s not fast enough for the video function so need to get new one. pfft

Folks nowadays are inventing labels for what they do and who they are that are confusing the hell out of me. Sometimes, i gotta think more than twice before some shit comes out of my mouth that may not be “socially acceptable” at best, and could get me killed at worse.

Y’all know that you probably be eating lead for calling a negro “negro”. Instead they want to be known by the color of their skin which may not be entirely accurate coz black is not really a color. Of course calling them “dark coffee brown” people which is technically more accurate, is a mouthful and way less sexy.

It seems I am not even suppose to call a janitor “janitor”, they wanna be known as “custodians”.

Midgets wanna be known as “little people”.

Green freaks wanna be called “tree huggers”.

And the list goes on and on.

To avoid foot in mouth situations in da future, I have pre-empted that certain folks may wanna be called different going forward. So here’s my “socially acceptable” labels for some these folks which I hope will find its way to Roget’s soon:

OLD: Driver  NEW: Steerologist

OLD: Prostitutes NEW: Cockpit Managers

OLD: Househusband NEW: Man-Wife

OLD: Security Guard NEW: Almost Cop

OLD: Toll Collector NEW: UAT (United Against Automation)

OLD: Toilet Attendant NEW: Guardian of Relief

(thanks for reading my short contribution to social evolution – arthur the guest blogger)

Busy Busy Busy AGAIN!!!

But just had to update this.

In case you’re wondering why the thing is titled Photobooth Magic, it’s cuz photobooth does magic. LOL. generally makes you look prettier or cuter or whatever wan. tsk. such deceiving things an internal webcam can do =X so deceiving that i’ve even decided to dedicate an entire category to it. WTF

Back to my studies!

SOMEONE promised to guest blog for me tonight so let’s see shall we.