Wednesday, November 14, 2007

rockstar

My dream currently is to be a rockstar. Since I'm like South-East Asian, I would become like a South-East Asian Bono and help the people in Cambodia and Myanmar. My songs would advocate humanity. AHAHA. I write cool songs like how my favourite bands does it. I watched a travel programme just now and it showed those Cambodia people living in areas that are heavily peppered with grenades and bombs below their feet. Once they step onto those areas, the bombs just blast their bodies apart resulting in many of them to loose their legs, arms or sight or even all. These parents having so many children despite their own disabilities so as to collect more food from the welfare. It's a warped sense of logic but yet totally understandable under those conditions. All you really want is survival, satisfaction boils down to the simplicity in life, just fufilling your basic needs. All you really want is food, water and shelter. Some of the children are down with Aids and they have to travel miles and miles for treatment in the city yet not fully aware of their condition. Those children can be easily contented and feels true happiness. Maybe we shouldn't have so much education, maybe we shouldn't be developed. It only taught us to seek what happiness means and never letting us to experience it. It's sad. Why must we be bogged down with so much stuff. Why everything seems so complex. Why must people hurt people. Why must people lie. Why can't they think of the consequences.

Monday, November 05, 2007

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I'm pretty damn flustered over the fact that my windows media player can't show the song titles of the cd I insert into the computer. Aaaaah. I don't wanna see track 1 and 2 etc I wanna see real song titles! Without the trouble of typing myself of course. Songs come in various languages and I can't possibly type all languages. I hate seeing no exact title man. I swear I do not have obsessive compulsive disorder. However, I feel I can't function properly when such a minor thing happens. It's as if a part of me is but into the blender to blend and blend. It's just frustrating man. I may not be the neatest person but I have a thing when a certain order is like disrupted. It's like it's circling in my system. ARGH. I get upset over other trivial matters, like not having a complete uno set though I try my best to ignore it. Me not being able to find my game of life though I try to convince myself I don't really need it (which is true). And also a huge pink luminous star going missing really puts me into the "something-is-missing-and-I-can't-live-mode".