Wednesday, March 28, 2007

And so we talked about death.

I guess we were feeling sorta emo tonight, and just spoke about all the 'what ifs' that life can throw at us.

What song we would like played at our funerals.
Our emotions when we attend them.
How nice it would be to be simple-minded sometimes, to live in a world of self-induced happiness that cruel and cynical reality can never penetrate.
How our narcissism and materialism are just means of escapism.
Being addicted to Prozac, Valium or other 'happy' pills.

As we approach our quarter life crisis next year (or rather, I call it one-third life crisis, since it is almost impossible that I would live to a hundred), I can't help but think about how unaccomplished I am at this point of time. Sure there may be others who are worse off, but I guess I've not looked back since the day I decided to pursue certain goals. People change, some may even disappoint. Things almost never work out the way you want them to. It sucks to see how others can shatter the hope that you hold, just like the way you were fearing that it would turn out.

I yearn for childhood innocence. Just my action figurines, Lego bricks and weekend morning cartoons.

Gv complained @ 11:18 PM

{xoxo}

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

I got murdered last night.

In my dreams.

I am one who vaguely remembers my dreams. Somehow, even though I would remember vividly every minute detail the moment I wake up, everything would be lost once the grogginess dissipates.

Anyway, the gist is, I felt like an actor in a B-grade horror movie. Was walking around in a building, and each time I opened a door, the same guy would walk through, take a look at me, and then walk on. However, for the last time, he lunged at me, and stabbed me in the left gut.

I could actually feel the pain from the blade. And I think I died after that.

Maybe I should start looking at dream analysis.

Gv complained @ 8:17 PM

{xoxo}