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lost souls.
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Ouch my head hurts.
Each time the story's the same. I get home, I shower, I laZe in bed with wet hair and then Ouch my head hurts. but I don't ever learn my lesson, I never learn to dry my hair before I laZe in bed, don't ask me why but I just don't.
So I guess I have no one to blame right now for the pain that I'm feeling.
suddenly I feel like one of those christmas island's crabs- one of those I killed. I used to tell brandon, hey u know what, I really don't get why these Crabs come out and get themselves killed every season.
They hear of the story of how their grandparents got killed when they attempted to cross the main road, they've learnt of how their parents got crushed under the wheels of some stupid tourist's 4wd, but hey once they grow up, they go right out and do the same damn thinG.
Why, u ask. It used to baffle me, but I guess not now anymore.
The answer is simple.
Like me who refuse to learn to dry my hair before lazing in bed, they refuse to learn the lessons of their ancestors' deaths.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl.
posted by alienresident at
10:29 PM
lost souls.
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Ouch my head hurts.
Each time the story's the same. I get home, I shower, I laZe in bed with wet hair and then Ouch my head hurts. but I don't ever learn my lesson, I never learn to dry my hair before I laZe in bed, don't ask me why but I just don't.
So I guess I have no one to blame right now for the pain that I'm feeling.
suddenly I feel like one of those christmas island's crabs, one of those I killed. I used to tell brandon, u know what, I really don't get why these Crabs come out and get themselves killed every season.
They heard of the stories of how their grandparents got killed when they attempted to cross the main road, they've learnt of how their parents got crushed under the wheels of some stupid tourist's 4wd, but hey when they grow uo, they go on and do the same damn thinG.
It used to baffled me, but I guess not now anymore.
The answer is simple.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl.
The It it
posted by alienresident at
10:29 PM
The last picture.
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There's always a story behind an obituary.
I can't remember exactly when this started, but i look at the obit section in the papers everyday.
I remember when i was younger, i saw my mom peering at that section one day and i asked her why. She said sometimes there are familiar faces or names, especially of distant relatives or her friends' parents.
It didn't make much sense to me then, but who knew, i'll be doing the same thing just a few yrs from that day.
When i started work, i started examining the section even more closely. But no matter how hard i look, there's always a mystery i can't unveil.
Right in the postcard size box (that's if your family or friends are rich enough to make it that big), there's always a picture staring back at your. Below, a string of names follow.
Depending on the age of the photo, the expression's usually different. The younger ones tend to be captured in laughter, looking like he's having the time of his life. The older ones tend to be untelling, just a mere face staring back at the camera.
Do they ever know that that particular picture would one day stand before their casket? or sit at the top of an obit, for the world to see? If they had knew, would they still have chosen that expression?
The age of the deceased also very often leaves me wondering. In the case of a young person - did he meet with an accident? had terminal cancer? died in his sleep?
Then, there's the names of the family members that follow. Did he leave behind a wife, children, or even parents?
So many questions left unanswered.
At the end of the day, at the end of the road, what's left?
Besides that little space in the obit section of the local paper, i do hope i would leave greater memories in the hearts of the persons reading it.
posted by alienresident at
10:17 PM
Blogging by the bed.
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And so i gave in to technology and bought a phone with too many functions for my own good.
Now i'm in bed at one thirty in the morning, blogging using a tiny key pad too tiny for my fingers' own good. What more do i need to say? I'm hooked! Damn. Never thought i'll give in without even a fight.
Alrighty think i better go. Hopefully my next post will make better swnse.
posted by alienresident at
1:28 AM
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Travis - Flowers in the Window
There's no reason to feel bad
But there are many reasons to feel glad, sad, mad
Its just a bunch of feelings that we have to hold
But i am here to help you with the load.
Wow look at you now
Flowers in the window
It's such a lovely day
And i am glad that you feel the same
Cause to stand up i'm in the crowd
You're one in a million
And i love you so, so lets watch the flowers grow.
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