See the caption of my blog?
"You Can Kill A Person, But Not An Idea."
There is one hater who responded to the caption of my blog with
"No, I don't plan to kill you, I plan to give you a high blood pressure then heart attack"
Seriously? Are you that shallow?
Even an average person can interpret or understand what it means.
The way you commented just showed how low you are.
It means that even when a person is dead, even when you dislike/disagree the idea presented;
The idea will come back to you some point of your life.
My main purpose of writing this blog is to share ideas, to enlighten, to inspire and to inform.
Most of the stuff I posted here are written by myself. (unless stated so)
Which I analysed, edit and edit again.
You are the reason why I believe in condoms.
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Friday, May 6, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
When it's not a myth anymore...
This blog is getting more and more personal lol...
And less customized for general reading...
Oh well...
Here is how I should express this...
A dragon she was,
Wrapping her tail around mine.
She tugged it gently.
When I was not looking,
She opened her mouth, shred her skin,
And pierce my back with her venomous fangs.
Wtf is she.
A snake in disguise.
As she whispered sweet nothings and concerns into my ears,
She slowly sprinkle salt and alcohol on my unrealized wound,
She was trying to get me drunk,
She was taking advantage of my vulnerability.
She kept asking if I was alright.
I thought she really cared.
When I am not looking again,
She took another bite.
When I finally got to my senses,
She didn't know.
She was still pretending.
I moved away.
Far from her.
She was an envious dragon.
A wicked snake.
Her insecurities and jealousy was fed by hurting me.
And yes,
If you want to know,
I am better than you in every way.
Even if you strip down to your bone.
You're barely at my level.
Because pride and dignity is much more valuable.
Because jealousy and backstabbing makes you uglier than you are now.
I trusted you so much.
I really cared for you.
I shared so many things with you.
Why do you want to hurt me?
Why do you want to lose a friend?
For the ones who care for me,
Betrayal is not something forgivable.
If you do not feel sincerely sorry for it.
Trust is something you cannot fix when it's broken.
If you want to lose a friend,
Who has no intentions of hurting you,
Who is willing to go an extra mile for you,
You can go ahead and do what she did.
Although you may say you do not mean it,
Your actions will say otherwise.
Although I'll say I'll forgive,
A distance is what we'll have between us.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Egoism
This post is probably written out of anger. But then again, the best time to write something is when you're full of the "feeling", right?
He builds a wall and he wears the wall.
The wall is aimed to be defensive and strong so he can tackle the challenges in life.
He has fire, a strong desire for materials and life's temporary pleasures.
He charged towards his goals, at full force.
Confident with what he is doing because he thinks he has built his wall strong enough.
His wall is so thick that he is not receptive towards other people's opinions and concerns, especially those who cared deeply for him.
He even take it as a personal attack so he brutally pushed and knocked them away.
He stood on top of a high rock, claiming to be somebody outstanding with his marvellous plans.
He looks down and constantly pick on others' flaws.
By pointing out other people's flaws, he felt good about himself.
He brags a lot.
But he does not work hard.
Because the wall he is wearing seem to be pretty heavy.
He took others for granted.
He called himself "king" and in fact he is a fool.
A king of fools.
Yes, you're a fool who give yourself excuses everyday.
You blame on luck.
You blame on other people.
You never regret what you did and you blame God for your failures.
You failed to see your mistakes and you disappoint the people who tried to help you.
You always failed to see the consequences of your actions.
You have lived a long life.
Perhaps you should stop blaming life.
Perhaps you should change your ways.
Perhaps life would be different then.
I cannot always live behind your shadow of misery, whereby I do not feel protected under your wall.
In fact, I felt threatened and insecure.
You keep taking.
You do not give.
Live in your wall, as you wished.
But I have no desire, hope, whatsoever that one day you will wake up and change.
As much as I sympathize you for your "misfortune", I have to realize that it's time for me to move on.
As you do not even have sympathy for me, after all what you have put me through.
Instead of letting myself get hurt again,
I am setting myself free.
He builds a wall and he wears the wall.
The wall is aimed to be defensive and strong so he can tackle the challenges in life.
He has fire, a strong desire for materials and life's temporary pleasures.
He charged towards his goals, at full force.
Confident with what he is doing because he thinks he has built his wall strong enough.
His wall is so thick that he is not receptive towards other people's opinions and concerns, especially those who cared deeply for him.
He even take it as a personal attack so he brutally pushed and knocked them away.
He stood on top of a high rock, claiming to be somebody outstanding with his marvellous plans.
He looks down and constantly pick on others' flaws.
By pointing out other people's flaws, he felt good about himself.
He brags a lot.
But he does not work hard.
Because the wall he is wearing seem to be pretty heavy.
He took others for granted.
He called himself "king" and in fact he is a fool.
A king of fools.
Yes, you're a fool who give yourself excuses everyday.
You blame on luck.
You blame on other people.
You never regret what you did and you blame God for your failures.
You failed to see your mistakes and you disappoint the people who tried to help you.
You always failed to see the consequences of your actions.
You have lived a long life.
Perhaps you should stop blaming life.
Perhaps you should change your ways.
Perhaps life would be different then.
I cannot always live behind your shadow of misery, whereby I do not feel protected under your wall.
In fact, I felt threatened and insecure.
You keep taking.
You do not give.
Live in your wall, as you wished.
But I have no desire, hope, whatsoever that one day you will wake up and change.
As much as I sympathize you for your "misfortune", I have to realize that it's time for me to move on.
As you do not even have sympathy for me, after all what you have put me through.
Instead of letting myself get hurt again,
I am setting myself free.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Being Stalked
The reason why I have been putting private for my blog for the past couple of days is because I was being stalked by a beautiful girl named Elmanda. She is the person whom has a crush on my ex and constantly fear that one day I will return to him.
Check these out:
(click picture to enlarge)
As you click on the each picture, read from the bottom to the top. The first picture shows as she "found" my blog.

This second picture shows her reaction when she read the post about the guy she is crushing on.

This last picture shows the conversation between me and her best friend, whom she asked to add me in facebook and taught to send these kind of message to my inbox.
After realizing that I have shown no response, her best friend embarassingly deleted me from fb.

Elmanda, you're so lame and mean. Nothing else better to do? Go get a life.
Check these out:
(click picture to enlarge)
As you click on the each picture, read from the bottom to the top. The first picture shows as she "found" my blog.

This second picture shows her reaction when she read the post about the guy she is crushing on.

This last picture shows the conversation between me and her best friend, whom she asked to add me in facebook and taught to send these kind of message to my inbox.
After realizing that I have shown no response, her best friend embarassingly deleted me from fb.

Elmanda, you're so lame and mean. Nothing else better to do? Go get a life.
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