Con me, fuses it.

If ironic was the order of the day, what tiles the surface and what forms the surface is of two different composite altogether. Words can fabricate. Emotions, which are more spontaneous than words, hardly. I'm mildly amused, mildly sickened. Well anyways, unhappiness usually sets in when nights are spent mulling over the uncontrollable. Whats behind can disintegrate the present pysche. Something like Lot's wife. Helplessness, likewise, is the confused mother of exasperation. You want it, can't have it, fret over it, mess with it.


Come to think. Its actually very simple, forthcoming, easy to comprehend. But why isnt that my way?? My only understanding is: Cause it ain't your highway. And thats why, window shopping never gratifies. Flightly relationships, will never satisfy.


..take it easy. See how it goes lor...

Mood of the Day

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your ChardonnayI
it's a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn't it ironic... don't you think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures


Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
"Well isn't this nice..."And isn't it ironic... don't you think


life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out
whenYou think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...don't you think
A little too ironic...and, yeah, I really do think...



Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out


ALANIS MORISSETTE -"Ironic"

Pent up!

All virtues tied up to this state of being emotional, has been utterly liquidated. In its place, a blasphemous "weakling"-tail tag has been pin on to this reluctant mule. Or often viewed as the Flagbearer of the jellyminded. In the golden days of yore, virtues like faithfulness, gentleness, selflessness, togetherness, love, were greatly celebrated. Many poems have been penned based on the intensity of these feelings, but even so, the flowery language sometimes do not bear justice to the depth of emotions. Despite that, the engaged listener is able to appreciate its fleshed out conveyance. The words resonates meaning and touches something inside.



The jaded will dismiss it as being totally pointless and pointlessly nostalgic. To that i have to say that if a person has no feelings, chooses to mask it, evade it, is no different from a fleshed out robot. The soft side is what makes people, people, with the capacity to feel a spectrum of thoughts. It just seems that career mindedness and the desire to have the Midas touch...is exactly, taking the hard out of its Golden handshakes. It's frustrating and irksome. Cant decide where the balance beam tilts. Calls for suppressing is making me crack. For that matter, why is there a need to be apologetic to feel more towards something. I don't see why emotional is mutually exclusive with the strength of mind. It's such a flimsy conclusion. The way its coming across, its as though we are talking about mental paralysis. What gives the flogging rights? The Bible says that God made man in the likeness of Him, and He personalifies warmth, grace, Love and a gentle compassion. Snuffing out the soft side, just looks like the perfect invite for the dark dancing devil.



It's good to be human. Very good in fact. I love my family and my friends. Through thick and thin we'll be together, and we accept each other along with any idiosyncrasies. The toasted security blanket..awwww ;)

Smothered

Pride, is an awful thing to have when present in more than the required quantity. It wields the strength of the absolute restrainer. Smothers feelings to death for its sake, replaces it with a whiff of nonchalence. Probably there will be a time and a place and a honesty to say in exaction, the depth of feelings you have for each. Probably this struggle to verbalize has been a main featured default. There's more reality beneath the indifference. I swear there is. Hmm...honesty is such a lonely word, it feels, perpetually pent up. :(

Straight up.

Little struggles are there for a purpose. To educate and to appreciate other aspects that others may be struggling with but you have it going down pat easy. Pity that the cup of appreciation is tended towards the half empty, where the half full struggles always threaten to overwhelm the void.

Now if you would, look straight, smile ahead and quit tripping over your right foot only to step on your left. Many struggles are simply self-impregnented thoughts.