Sometimes things don't go according to plan.
Life could be practically perfect one minute, and in the next, it could come crashing down.
Wether it's and accident, or some sinister plan, some things are just beyond our control.
Things do happen for a reason. Reasons we may not understand.
There's something out there for everyone, you just gotta get out there and find it.
Sometimes in life you gotta take risks to get places.
Take a leap into the unknown.
You never know what you may find.
Your whole life as you know it can change in one instant.
With one decision. So choose wisely.
But always remember, only you can decide whats best for yourself.
Be careful what you wish for and most important of all: letting go is not forgetting.
Your could live your life and one day decide you're living the wrong one.
A new lifestyle emerges and the past is behind you.
You're not running away, you're starting over.
Brand spankin' new.
Don't ever forget who you are.
I guess what i'm trying to say is life's tough sometime's but we all find a way through it.
"We should learn to live our life and love being in it..."
"And never let anyone ruin your dreams.
let them help to fix your mistakes on the way..."
Happy Valentine's Day!
Ahh, Valentine's day... The holiday meant to be spent on that special someone... The event on which people go around buying silly things made out of papermache, pieces of chocolate wrapped in shiny paper, and a bunch of clear stones that, no matter what color or shape it has, recieve the name of diamond anyway. This holiday receives many names; a few of which are listed here...
Firstly, it is called "Nightmare Day" by losers worldwide, for the obvious reason of not having a date. They see the persona of their dreams walking around and cuddling with the popular bastard from school. The situation becomes desperate, as losers try to conquer any random individual in order to provoke jealousy on the aforementioned persona. But, in reality, it doesn't work. Losers end up either: with milk on their pants, with an ugly mark after hitting an open locker door, or dizzy after having sex with someone as desperate as they were.
Secondly, it is known as "Hell on Earth" by married men everywhere. Women become devils during this time of the year, demanding for stupid stuff like flowers, chocolate boxes, a necklace, and, in some parts of Asia, a goat sacrifice. Men, at a frantic attempt at satisfying the women, began to take out money resources from every place possible in order to afford the stuff. In the end, the pleasing wasn't worth it, because the men can't even afford to be paid back, and the women keep on bitching...
Dating couples know this day as "Movie, Steak and Doggy-Style Night." It is self-explanatory.
Internet geeks and emo kids go outside and try to forget about the holiday; known as "Boredom day" by the many communities. Geeks are willing to leave their computers behind for this day only, while emos actually have the feeling of doing something outside. The night usually starts with the geeks whistling to themselves, and emos writing bad poetry. In the end, they both share the same ending: it can be either just another nightmare in their sleep.
Finally, single people take this day as a regular day and do not give it a title. It has been declared, however, that it should be called "Liquor Control Day," as most singles wake up nine hours later with some fat person on their beds with them. This is argued due to the extremely rare exceptions that take place.
It doesn't really matter what your views on Valentine's day are... As long as you don't regret your choice, you are fine. This, of course, doesn't apply to those who ended up killing themselves.
Firstly, it is called "Nightmare Day" by losers worldwide, for the obvious reason of not having a date. They see the persona of their dreams walking around and cuddling with the popular bastard from school. The situation becomes desperate, as losers try to conquer any random individual in order to provoke jealousy on the aforementioned persona. But, in reality, it doesn't work. Losers end up either: with milk on their pants, with an ugly mark after hitting an open locker door, or dizzy after having sex with someone as desperate as they were.
Secondly, it is known as "Hell on Earth" by married men everywhere. Women become devils during this time of the year, demanding for stupid stuff like flowers, chocolate boxes, a necklace, and, in some parts of Asia, a goat sacrifice. Men, at a frantic attempt at satisfying the women, began to take out money resources from every place possible in order to afford the stuff. In the end, the pleasing wasn't worth it, because the men can't even afford to be paid back, and the women keep on bitching...
Dating couples know this day as "Movie, Steak and Doggy-Style Night." It is self-explanatory.
Internet geeks and emo kids go outside and try to forget about the holiday; known as "Boredom day" by the many communities. Geeks are willing to leave their computers behind for this day only, while emos actually have the feeling of doing something outside. The night usually starts with the geeks whistling to themselves, and emos writing bad poetry. In the end, they both share the same ending: it can be either just another nightmare in their sleep.
Finally, single people take this day as a regular day and do not give it a title. It has been declared, however, that it should be called "Liquor Control Day," as most singles wake up nine hours later with some fat person on their beds with them. This is argued due to the extremely rare exceptions that take place.
It doesn't really matter what your views on Valentine's day are... As long as you don't regret your choice, you are fine. This, of course, doesn't apply to those who ended up killing themselves.
Blood Dreams
All of the following dreams happened about a month or so apart even though they seam to be connected.
1. I awake in a completely white room, naked and wondering why and what I am doing there. A griping pain runs through my left arm making me grab it suddenly. It’s then I realise that there is blood running from what seems to be an exploding vein. As soon as I have noticed the first, many other veins begin to burst and leak blood until the entire room, which was white now is red and I’m screaming for help.
2. I am walking through a carnival/circus show with loads of acts and stalls all around calling for people’s attention. My attention is brought to a room/cage with to eye holes cut into the side and the sign above says THE AMAZING LEAKING MAN or THE INCREDIBLE EXPLODING MAN (I forget what exactly). Curiously I take a peak inside only to find a naked person inside bleeding from every part of his body. As the figure turns round to face me I realise, that person is me.
3. I am in a social type environment like a bar or a club. A young lady is staring at me for quite a while. Thinking that she may be taking a liking to me I approach her to talk but before I can open my mouth she interrupts me by saying “I KNOW WHO YOU ARE”
“IM SORRY I DON’T THINK I KNOW YOU. HAVE WE MET BEFORE”
“NO… BUT I KNOW WHO YOU ARE”.
At this she pulls up her sleave to reveal a tattoo on her upper arm. On closer inspection I realise that the tattoo is of me bleeding. The tattoo is far more detailed than any I have seen before and it seems to be moving. Animated.
4. I am crossing the street which seems to be the street outside the bar where I met the strange young lady. It’s raining very hard. Generally a miserable night. I’m soaked through and have walked for some time now. As I try to shrug off some of the wet I notice that I am not just wet but im covered in red. I panic as I think I must be bleeding from somewhere and franticly search my body trying to find the location of the wound. Unable to see where the blood is coming from I stop and look up at what I thought was the pouring rain, only to see a giant statue in the middle of the town centre. The statue is of me bleeding real blood raining down on the entire town.
5. Im being dragged naked down a corridor by two orderlies who don’t care how much I kick and scream they keep there firm grip on me. I am scared shitless as horrible nightmares race through my mind as what they could want with me or do to me. All of a sudden they come to an open door and throw me in hard. I tumble and fall like a rag doll into the room. As I stand I realise im in a completely white room. I actually realise this is the same room from the original dream and panic as I await the inevitable bleeding. Sure enough a pain grips my left am, the vein pops and the blood flows. I look at the walls waiting for them to become red with my blood it’s then I realise that there is eye holes in every wall except the wall with the door. I look through the first eye holed wall and see a naked women scared. She screams and her period begins to flow heavy between her legs which in turn seems to start the same bleeding I am suffering. I quickly approach the second wall a peer through to see a baboon going crazy bleeding all over the place. Shiting myself I relucktently peep through the third eye hole and see myself at the carnival staring at me horrified bleeding.
1. I awake in a completely white room, naked and wondering why and what I am doing there. A griping pain runs through my left arm making me grab it suddenly. It’s then I realise that there is blood running from what seems to be an exploding vein. As soon as I have noticed the first, many other veins begin to burst and leak blood until the entire room, which was white now is red and I’m screaming for help.
2. I am walking through a carnival/circus show with loads of acts and stalls all around calling for people’s attention. My attention is brought to a room/cage with to eye holes cut into the side and the sign above says THE AMAZING LEAKING MAN or THE INCREDIBLE EXPLODING MAN (I forget what exactly). Curiously I take a peak inside only to find a naked person inside bleeding from every part of his body. As the figure turns round to face me I realise, that person is me.
3. I am in a social type environment like a bar or a club. A young lady is staring at me for quite a while. Thinking that she may be taking a liking to me I approach her to talk but before I can open my mouth she interrupts me by saying “I KNOW WHO YOU ARE”
“IM SORRY I DON’T THINK I KNOW YOU. HAVE WE MET BEFORE”
“NO… BUT I KNOW WHO YOU ARE”.
At this she pulls up her sleave to reveal a tattoo on her upper arm. On closer inspection I realise that the tattoo is of me bleeding. The tattoo is far more detailed than any I have seen before and it seems to be moving. Animated.
4. I am crossing the street which seems to be the street outside the bar where I met the strange young lady. It’s raining very hard. Generally a miserable night. I’m soaked through and have walked for some time now. As I try to shrug off some of the wet I notice that I am not just wet but im covered in red. I panic as I think I must be bleeding from somewhere and franticly search my body trying to find the location of the wound. Unable to see where the blood is coming from I stop and look up at what I thought was the pouring rain, only to see a giant statue in the middle of the town centre. The statue is of me bleeding real blood raining down on the entire town.
5. Im being dragged naked down a corridor by two orderlies who don’t care how much I kick and scream they keep there firm grip on me. I am scared shitless as horrible nightmares race through my mind as what they could want with me or do to me. All of a sudden they come to an open door and throw me in hard. I tumble and fall like a rag doll into the room. As I stand I realise im in a completely white room. I actually realise this is the same room from the original dream and panic as I await the inevitable bleeding. Sure enough a pain grips my left am, the vein pops and the blood flows. I look at the walls waiting for them to become red with my blood it’s then I realise that there is eye holes in every wall except the wall with the door. I look through the first eye holed wall and see a naked women scared. She screams and her period begins to flow heavy between her legs which in turn seems to start the same bleeding I am suffering. I quickly approach the second wall a peer through to see a baboon going crazy bleeding all over the place. Shiting myself I relucktently peep through the third eye hole and see myself at the carnival staring at me horrified bleeding.
On Snakes and Ladders
They say that history will keep on repeating itself, that is, until you learn to live the lesson that you are supposed to get out of it.
it gets tiring sometimes, you know -- watching people walk in and out of your life. you get close to someone and you start getting used to having them around. just when you start to enjoy each other's company, either a good opportunity, an emergency or anything impossible to resist knocks on their door.
next thing you know, you're bidding your farewells and giving goodbye hugs to each other. most of the time, you are left with no choice but to just deal with it.
you are left behind and you try to move on, only to realize later on that you are walking on a treadmill and you are right where you started -- you're back to square one. you're alone and you're trying to find your way into whatever it is that will probably give you at least a hint of happiness. then you find out that the person whom you used to walk with is doing so well on their own. not yet where they wants to go, maybe, but is headed towards the right direction. you feel happy for them and yet there is something holding you back, holding you back from being fully happy for the other person. it's not because of envy and it's not because you do not want to see that person finally get to where they wants to be in.
sometimes, it's the thought that you could have been there with that person, holding his or her hand while taking that path and crossing that line.
but even snakes and ladders has its ups and downs, and unfortunately for you, stepping on the snake means it's time to let go.
"You'll get there, you'll be happy too. you just have to roll the dice a few times more and learn to accept your own mistakes with the consequences and take the risk."
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