The Forgotten Land

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Funny to think that some people would even bother to read this blog. Make it an online diary and everyone starts flocking to see what is your life's actions, mistakes. The latest gossips. I guess writting here doesn't serve a purpose. I better create my own personal blog. With a password for my eyes only.

Still i'm attached to this blog so i guess i'll write alittle. Maybe put a password over here so as not to create so much fuss. I wonder when and why do we look at another person's blog for ? Is it when the person is not coming to church ? Or if the person has problems ? Or for the fun of it ? Hmm... don't be so emo. LOL... Usually the ones who tell me that are more emo than me. Oh well. To God also don't be emo. I wonder... Have we harden our hearts like pharo himself or are we just walking a blind path. Down. Maybe into hell. Tell a friend. Ahhh... Yeah right... Funny. Even if you talk to the person nothing can be done. So it's best that solving it would be the best way to cure my worries.

When it's done we can all laught and talk about it like a joke. Evil humans. Trying to take advantage of each other. When you are rich and have everything you want and need. Cool. Many friends flock to you. If you got a car, hey come on give me a ride. Friends right ? Ok... few times is ok. Not everytime. If it's on the way of course i will send you. But if it's a stranger ? What would you do ? Yes i would pick them up if it's on the way. But hell no will i send them to where they want.

Imagin a whole day of work. And this person askes you if you can pick her up and send her to city areas. Ermm... Any link ? I don't even drive there when i have free time. Ok, i have to hurry and get back to attend to a sick sibling. And the stranger has the cheek to walk to the car and try to talk his/her way into the car. Talk about thick skin.... That was once so forget it.

Called up to ask if the car was available like 4 times. Asking if she can get a ride... Or pretending to be caring by asking where are you ? When will you be back home ? Is the car available ? I know when one gets old they get naggy. This i can understand but get the f***ing point. NO THE CAR IS NOT AVAILABLE. The taxi stand is directly below your freaking house. Go pay some cash and go to the freaking airport. I mean even Joel wouldn't put me in such a situation. He would ask me to not come at all. And if i did he won't tell me when he is coming again and where to pick him up. Alright. Whatever. Praying to God makes me feel better but praying is not enough. This shit keeps happening so much that i have had it.

I know it is wrong to pray lesser now that there is more trouble. But talking to God ain't so easy when you are keeping all the insults to yourself. To make matters worst more problems are arising. I guess this is why the oldies made the word "It doesn't rain but pours. Sick. Oh well. Back to hell. Where got mood to go back to school and do my freaking project. Anyway next month 2nd week onwards after grading i guess you can say i'm free from my project but i guess since a sem is gone i still have to pay the freaking fees. Darn them to hell. Damn i'm so tired. I don't want to go anywhere nor do anything. Anyway. I'm going. Byez.

and the frost fell...
those glassy crystal orbs... Shannon left a note @
2:03 pm

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Wednesday, June 04, 2008

Pr. Chin say he fear if he can die for God. But as for me. I fear if i have faith in him. So many things has gone by in an instance. Things are going great for me in the worldly sense but now... I find my whole world crumbling into pieces. The best thing God should have done is not create me. Or better yet not create eve. That way Adam won't sin and we won't be here.

I wonder if i even have the courage to work for God more and more.... I'm trying to avoid all work done. Slowly to be forgotten... To be able to get away. But i wonder... Why when things happen it is automatically turned to God... Forget it. Don't think about it. Just sleep. I just want to be alone. I wish i would disappear from this world. Woe, sorrow and pain... It just happens in an instant... Just like when coffee mix has hot water added to it. There is an instead reaction and you have what you want. But now it's the reverse. I don't want the coffee. I don't want this cup given to me. I deny my fate...

I'm not at fault but still i get scolded what's the pointof living i wonder.. Maybe i should have taken my check up later and said i wanted to commit suicide... I hate this place. But i have no one to blame but myself to create such a stupid world for myself. I have no freedom... Enslaved for the rest of my life... Ahhh... Hack. I don't give a damn anymore... I'm going to sleep.

and the frost fell...
those glassy crystal orbs... Shannon left a note @
9:02 pm

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