tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89462572011-04-21T18:08:43.939-07:00sicubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08898518390079069833noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946257.post-1099734870621449692004-11-06T01:53:00.000-08:002004-11-06T01:54:30.620-08:00i missed you <br />i liked you <br />i loved you <br /> <br />but now... <br /> <br />i say good bye... <br />my high school... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946257-109973487062144969?l=sicube.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sicubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08898518390079069833noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946257.post-1099734514101358042004-11-06T01:45:00.000-08:002004-11-06T01:48:34.103-08:00...no offence anyone... <br /> <br />some say...WORSHIP GOD, for He will lead you on... <br />some say...WORSHIP the LORD, for he is the mightiest... <br />some say...WORSHIP the Dieties and Saints, for they'll bring you luck... <br /> <br />worship -- for luck? happiness? good things? direction? success? <br />will these come true if you worship something? if yo pray? <br />I wonder. <br /> <br />then.. <br />can i worship myself? <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946257-109973451410135804?l=sicube.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sicubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08898518390079069833noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946257.post-1099734206787079712004-11-06T01:36:00.000-08:002004-11-06T01:43:26.786-08:00Ends. <br />There are always ends. <br />Ends to school, relationships, camps, courses, work, movies... <br />Some people weep during the ending, <br />Some smile in relief <br />But there is always a little tinge of sadness in everyone's heart <br />As there are always nice memories left behind and that we have to move on <br />Some people we may meet again <br />Some we'll never encounter anymore <br />But anyways, I never liked any end <br />'Cause i don't like the feeling of parting... <br />Even with the people that i hate... <br />Sobz. <br />miss you people. <br />miss "you". <br />miss everyone. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946257-109973420678707971?l=sicube.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sicubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08898518390079069833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946257.post-1099565971805931222004-11-04T02:57:00.000-08:002004-11-04T03:01:23.733-08:00Why do people like pretty things? <br />Why are pretty people more popular? <br />But does it necessarily mean that they will lead a better life? <br />No. I don't think so. <br /> <br />But undeniably, humans like pretty stuff...and it never changes. It's the way the world works. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946257-109956597180593122?l=sicube.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sicubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08898518390079069833noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946257.post-1099565575834492602004-11-04T02:33:00.000-08:002004-11-04T02:52:55.836-08:00Philosophers i think, are people who have nothing to do and they think everyday. Sad to say, they have influenced the society greatly, regardless of the western or the eastern civilisation. We have the socratic and judae-christian impact on the western civilisation, the confucious and taoism impact on the chinese society, and the osama-bin-laden impact on the terrorist society? Hahha... <br />Anyway, what socrates said, was that everyone is rational, and emotions are an obstruction. On the other hand we have the people from the middle ages who thought that the bible is the truth and people are to act within the beliefs of the church. Then we have the enlightenments who sort of agreed with socrates, with their: everyone is rational, therefore they have the right to make their own decision and decide for themselves the best. Afterwhich we have people like Karl Marx who talked about the economy and the capitalists society which decides everything. He said that man have no free will and what they have to do is to follow the economy. We also have funny people like Sigmund Freud and Nietzsche who said that it is the subconscious, the human instinct that is important. They said that human desire are the ones that ruled the body etc etc etc. Then the modernists came back and upheld socratic views, but not soon after the postmodernists came back and stressed on the importance of the relativity of truth, that the truth can never be contained in the language. <br />After viewing at all these complicated and dunno-wad-de-hell-they-are-trying-to-do ideas, what is exactly the idea that governs the society today? <br /> <br />*sigh* all these ideas are super extreme, aren't they? <br />Let me see...i think i'll come up with my own philosophy... <br />we need a balance in everyday life...there is no extreme or exact thing that exists in the world...isn't it? <br /> <br />Anyway...the moral of the story...don't think too much. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946257-109956557583449260?l=sicube.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sicubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08898518390079069833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946257.post-1099379065626891322004-11-01T23:02:00.000-08:002004-11-01T23:04:25.626-08:00Before you expect some one else to care for you <br /><div align="right"> ask yourself</div><div align="center">Have you cared for them?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946257-109937906562689132?l=sicube.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sicubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08898518390079069833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946257.post-1099307659068929072004-11-01T03:11:00.000-08:002004-11-01T03:14:19.066-08:00I want...I want... <br />Hee... <br />Don't want to let you know... <br />Hee... <br />Hee... <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946257-109930765906892907?l=sicube.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sicubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08898518390079069833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946257.post-1099307402544818532004-11-01T03:04:00.000-08:002004-11-01T03:10:02.543-08:00I hope... <br /> <br />I can... <br />I will... <br />I may... <br />I ... <br />I ... <br /> <br />*shy* <br /> <br />Heeheez <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946257-109930740254481853?l=sicube.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sicubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08898518390079069833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946257.post-1099306937457186142004-11-01T02:58:00.000-08:002004-11-01T03:04:02.156-08:00I wake up <br />I brush my teeth <br />I clean myself <br />I change <br />I eat breakfast <br />I walk to school <br />I attend classes <br />I say hello and bye bye to my friends <br />I walk home <br />I eat dinner <br />I bathe <br />I stone <br />I slack <br />I do a little bit of work <br />I sleep. <br /> <br />The next morning... <br /> <br />I wake up <br />I brush my teeth <br />I clean myself <br />I change <br />I eat breakfast <br />I walk to school <br />I attend classes <br />I say hello and bye bye to my friends <br />I walk home <br />I eat dinner <br />I bathe <br />I stone <br />I slack <br />I do a little bit of work <br />I sleep. <br /> <br />The next morning... <br /> <br />I wake up <br />I brush my teeth <br />I clean myself <br />I change <br />I eat breakfast <br />I walk to school <br />I attend classes <br />I say hello and bye bye to my friends <br />I walk home <br />I eat dinner <br />I bathe <br />I stone <br />I slack <br />I do a little bit of work <br />I sleep. <br /> <br />It never changes. <br />When is it the end? <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946257-109930693745718614?l=sicube.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sicubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08898518390079069833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946257.post-1099306568057167012004-11-01T02:43:00.000-08:002004-11-01T02:56:08.056-08:00There are times where i reach out to grab something, but most of the time, I'm never able to grasp it. Even though I can see it...i never manage to get hold of it. <br />My heart aches everytime upon the thought of being able to see something but not being able to own it. Perhaps everyone has something they want and can never get. Perhaps whenever someone acquired something they want, they'll forget abt it and move on to the next target. Perhaps everyone likes whatever that is not theirs. <br />False hopes. <br />Wild imaginations. <br />Sometimes, I felt like lying down on somewhere comfy and think... <br />Think about the things I wanted to do... <br />Think about the things I like... <br />Think about things that will never become reality... <br />But it is always nice to think...Don't you think so? <br /> <br />At least...give myself some...hope. <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946257-109930656805716701?l=sicube.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sicubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08898518390079069833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946257.post-1099204914580484012004-10-30T23:31:00.000-07:002004-10-30T23:41:54.580-07:00I feel like smashing up everything in front of me <br />bashing them up to pieces... <br />tearing them up to scraps... <br />squashing them flat... <br />making every single thing disappear... <br /> <br />but after i do all of these... <br /> <br />there'll be nothing left <br />my ambitions gone <br />my dreams flew away <br />my responsibilities...vanish <br />only <br />emptiness... <br />feeling <br />abandoned... <br /> <br />guilt <br />regret <br /> <br />perhaps i shouldn't destroy everything... <br />perhaps i should destroy myself... <br />'cause once i destroy myself...i destroy everything i have... <br />at least.. <br />i wont be able to feel anything <br />well... <br />will I?... <br /> <br />i wonder <br />but...my mom will cry... <br />and i dont wanna see her cry... <br /> <br />so...how? <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946257-109920491458048401?l=sicube.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sicubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08898518390079069833noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946257.post-1099193829766177122004-10-30T20:31:00.000-07:002004-10-30T20:37:09.766-07:00If you ask me a question, do you expect me to know the answer? <br />Or you are asking, 'cause you think i would know the answer? <br />Or that you asked me because you have no one else to ask? <br />Or you just wanted to confirm what you already know? <br />Or you kept on asking me 'cause you just feel like asking? <br /> <br />How do you expect me to answer? <br />You want an answer that you like... <br />an answer that I like... <br />an honest answer... <br />a fake answer... <br />a nice-to-hear answer... <br />a meaningless answer... <br />a correct answer... <br />a wrong answer perhaps? <br /> <br />is that a correct one in the first place? <br /> <br />what the hell... <br /> <br />stop asking. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946257-109919382976617712?l=sicube.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>sicubehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08898518390079069833noreply@blogger.com0