I miss Friction, I want it back in my life. Going to get lost in that world soon, inspired & as it transpired.  

     I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry,
'Tis all barren - and so it is; and so is all the world to him who will not cultivate the fruits it offers.

                 I declare, said I, clapping my hands cheerily together, that was I in a desert, I would find out wherewith in it to call fourth my affections - If I could not do better, I would fasten them upon some sweet myrtle, or seek some melancholy cypress to connect myself to -

I would court their shade, and greet them kindly for their protection -
I would cut my name upon them, and swear they were the loveliest trees throughout the desert:

                if their leaves withered, I would teach myself to mourn, and when they rejoiced, I would rejoice along with them.

             "We kissed each other, long and deep, while my legs opened like the covers of a book. 'Guy' 's fingers coaxed, teased, and danced between them until the pleasure was so intense it left me shaking...... 
He held me until the tremors subsided and........... 




What the fuck am I reading!? Haha I don't know but I'm certainly entertained! Good writing (Y)

                                        " It is I who mediates the elements, bringing each into agreement. 
                                             I make what is hard soft again, and soften that which is hard. 
                                                        As I am the end, so my lover is the beginning. 
                                  I encompass the whole work of creation, and all knowledge is hidden in me.
                                                         Who will dare to separate me from my lover. 
                                                             No one,  for our love is strong as death. "

                                                                       ' Ni muer ni viu ni no guaris,
                                                                        Ni mal no-om sent e si l'ai gran,
                                                                        Quar de s'amor no suy devis,
                                                                        Ni no sai si ja n'aurai ni quan,
                                                                        Qu'en lieys es tota le mercés
                                                                        Que·m pot sorzer o decazer'


                                                                 " Not dying nor living nor healing, 
                                      there is no pain in my sickness for I am not kept from her love. 
                                                                   I don't know if I will ever have it,  
                                     for all the mercy that makes me flourish or decay is in her power."

        Its an hour after college, the rain outside just subsides, forming a somewhat eerie but calm weather, like a scene from a movie of the aftermath of an apocalyptic battle when the dark, scary, loud clouds is no more but gives out a shimmering, hopeful, tiring sky....

So am sitting in Starbucks wanting to be one with my thoughts, but found it difficult as people rather talk it out with other hearts about their day at work. Businessmen having business talks, moms taking their children here for chilling but really is only for themselves cause the kids can't seem to be in one place. So whatever right.

        My day today was.... discipline. I know, never heard of someone describe their day as strict & straight.. except the Chinese & Japanese. But nway, my emotions & actions are totally in control, was giving 120% concentration to the lecturers, not wanting to be silly around friends but react only necessary, punctual, did my work & did everything accordingly.

And though it sounds so robotic, but somehow it works really well as you don't tend to go overboard easily and get so frustrated in the end cause of what you did or did not do. Fuck that right?!

       The reason of this being in the works is cause I'm so tired of people's expectations & mostly because of me disappointing of myself, time after time again. It was me, One Day deciding to grip firmly to the steering wheel of my car & drive towards wherever I wanted to go, instead of someone else's shit. Cause shit ain't straight in my life, & the frustration kept building up when I always put others before me. So no more that, but more on focusing on the things that matters most in my life.

Haha, I know you guys don't care about shit, but it feels good just letting all that Shit in me, & out from my anus towards you. I am transferring my energy towards you guys.
Just today I came across a good saying, which announce " Don't tell people your problems, cause 80% don't give a damn, & the other 20% are glad you have them." True words I needed to be reminded of. (Heard that Facebookers?)

So anyway, people are just tools to get what you want in this world. We are put onto this earth to use & abuse each other. Don't be bother about all that shit about emotional connection cause in the end, we are here for ourselves. You came into this world on your own, & so you die the same way bitch. We were Born To Die, like what Lana Del Bitch is singing about now.

Haha, I sounds so depressing & grey, maybe cause I'm so worked up by the events that I came to realize today in college, that Love is but nothing more than a strong impulse needed to be fucked cause it makes you so fucking high you only think of its great rewards that it can do to your body.

           But also, we can't blame people for the bad things that happened to us. We can only put the fault onto ourselves for being in the wrong place at the wrong time....... So yeah, Fuck That.

*Book suggestion, 'The Art of Racing in the Rain' by Garth Stein. Great reading, free lecturing lessons on life. NY best seller, 5 stars. :)

          Inside each of us resides the truth, the absolute truth. But sometimes the truth is hidden in a hall of mirrors. Sometimes we believe we are viewing the real thing, when in fact we are viewing a facsimile, a distortion. 
I am reminded of the climatic scene of a James Bond film, The Man with the Golden Gun. James Bond escaped his hall of mirrors by breaking the glass, shattering the illusions, until only the true villain stood before him. 


         We, too, must shatter the mirrors. We must look into ourselves and root out the distortions until that thing which we know in our hearts is perfect & true, stands before us. Only then will justice be served.