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I can't stop eatinggggggggggg. sweet savoury sour whatever - just throw it to me. I've since gorged a mochi, a curry puff and half a watermelon. yes the whole fruit itself, and that's after dinner. there's a weird collection of tastes in my mouth right now. funny, but yummy. how did we, the big macs golden fries large coke upsized meal stuffed generation evolve from our eat only when necessary, or when we manage to kill a buffalo (jackpot!) ancestors? did food just get waaaaaaaaaay better (but can you imagine a whole year surviving on fast food three times a day every day?), or are we just so discontented with life, so caught up in the rat race that we need the refuel of passion or just something we can enjoy, and that is to grab the nearest thing we see? that'll explain the 'need' of a fast foodie in every corner. it's like a balm isn't it? when you fell down and got the tiniest cut but cried your heart out as if someone just killed hello kitty (or superman, for the boys?) for good and your parents just came running to you not with a plaster mind you, but a nice big piece of sweeeeeeeeeet to pacify you. it just teleports you right back to the good ol' childhood days where you can run around freely without a care to any sort of papers with the words "bills" or "maths common test" or "mortgage overdue" on it. stress ah stress. 6 months to the O's, one and a half to the chinese. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm ending off with cheetos and good ol' mom's choc chip cookies. | | |
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what do you call people who says and don't do? all talk no action. people who publicize but don't do? all show no action people who don't say, do or show? no action, no talk, no show. and now I'm worried. I'm trying to throw the piece of used tissue with my foot to grab hold and throw it in the bin but I keep on missing. Do you feel that way sometimes too? | | |
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you know there's always a corner in your cupboard, or a drawer in your dresser, stashed with all sorts of knick-knacks that you can't bear to throw away (it'll be detrimental, what if you'll never see it again!) like the souveneir you thought it'll make a great centrepiece, pretty-looking postcards collected from heavens-knows-where or the simple childhood toy collection that adds on and on and on until your emo-punk-indie-whatever band cds and stray pieces of clothes start to invade the cupboard space... that whole collection adds up, and just stands there looking pretty. do they have a purpose in your life? or you just can't simply bear the thought to part with it, it's been there for the longest time... is it the same with old-time, old-age friends that soon you start to lose connections with and they merely dwindle to passing acquaintences? do you hang on to them, these circle of friends for a false sense of security? it's just human nature to hang on to as much as we can, not so much as popularity but greed for more is more, and pride that's so golden in our society. so they stand there looking pretty, but have they got your back? when the going gets tough, do they get going, as in far far away? sure they add up, filling the looming emptiness of the cupboard, but can they ever qualify to be proudly shown off at the top of your dresser, the best centrepiece in your life of all. | | |
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His love is perfect. immaculate, impeccable, impressionable. stands on no bounds, holds no grounds. yet it belongs to us. how can it be? such a bountiful grace that stems from the all-being himself. His love runs from this universe to the next one you'll never get to see, unlimiting. we humans bring a stop to this pristine grace - with our self-centeredness, greediness, impatience, vanity, pride you name it we've done it, and more. we taint his everlasting idealistic love with our immorality it's so easy to do it, and so easy to feel embarrassed to know we've done it in spite of the fact of the sacrifice we wear on our necks as crosses to remind us of his pain. we do it over and over and over again... it's time to put a stop to this | | |
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