Dangerous Games

Everyday’s but just a game. Just play along.

Sick of doing duties. 8hr. Who the fuck stares int…

Sick of doing duties.
8hr. Who the fuck stares into darkness for 8hrs?
Even if I am allowed to watch shows. How the hell do I watch 8hrs non-stop?
Worse, sometimes I gotta watch 12hrs of show non stop.

Madness.

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January 21, 2006 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Quarter-life Crisis

A crisis happens when something gets out of hand, spins out of control and goes on to destroy everything in its path.

I’m standing in its path, waiting for the moment it devours me.

I know Drama stands just yards away ready to pounce at anytime,
pushing me away from certain death.
And then I would end up in the downward spiral of the maelstrom again.

January 17, 2006 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Some will never understand my interest in games. S…

Some will never understand my interest in games.
Some will never understand my interest in R&J.
Some will never understand my interest in comics.
Some will never understand my interest in anime.

Cos it’s you and me
And all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it’s you
and me
And all of the people and I dunno why
I can’t keep my eyes off of you.

January 15, 2006 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

The only thing we can be certain of …

The only thing we can be certain of is that nothing is certain.

Do you really think it is Fate? That it is a coincidence? That it was meant to be?

Destiny. Are you lead by its power or is it lead by you?

January 15, 2006 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

I was wondering why I just didn’t feel like writin…

I was wondering why I just didn’t feel like writing much anymore.
Hmmm… I still haven’t found the answer.

But let me share a thing or 2.

Why do we live? Humans live to reproduce, for what? To make sure that we can keep reproducing? When we’re living on Earth, which is negligible compared to the massiveness of the universe, what is the meaning of our existence? Is there a higher purpose?

Imagine if we do not have the consciousness of knowing who we are and what we are, we would be like ants just going about their everyday tasks without question, serving the ant queen.

But we think, and therefore we are. Yet we do not yet have a conclusive explanation of our existence. Meaningless lives when we look at the BIG picture. Tens of thousands of years compared to the gazillions babaloooooonillians of years that the universe has been through undergoing great changes.

Watch the Matrix again. What is real? What is not real? How do we tell? Is there more to it than what we do everyday?

Haha. Feeling philosophical.

Leave you to it. These are the appetizers. My opinions in the next post. Seeya.

January 11, 2006 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment