It makes no sense, but I am desperate to connect. Continue reading
On the 21st of December, last year I told myself, that I would want to write something here, that obligatory post that I post every year.
To be fair, I did try to pen something, although I would not say pen because that ‘pen something’ was actually a form of virtual entry that I have in my brain, that sorta thing.
I woke up in the morning today to find out that I was alone at home. I made my way to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast; there was some leftover from last night.
While breakfast was being heated up, some leftover meatballs and spaghetti, I was having that weird feeling of being alone.
I put on some movies and tried to concentrate, I can’t. Lunch time came, and the same thing happen. Cooked myself lunch, tried to sit in front of that giant LCD TV that I bought myself, but I still could not concentrate with what is going on on the TV.
Dinner was the same, this time I gave up trying to put something on the TV, and just stuffed my face with the food.
I had not logged in to my Facebook, my Twitter was left dormant. It’s not that I purposely did that. More like when I wanted to tweet about something, no one replied to me, and I find it rather depressing.
I am sure we all heard, about that homosexual guy raping and robbing from fellow gay people.
I got to admit, I am disgusted by his acts. Not only you are robbing them off their virginity and properties, you have also put in a scar that will scar them for life, STD.
I had a lot of thoughts on this, but I do not know how to put it into words. Continue reading
While watching the Internet race itself past me, I could not help but to notice a torrent of cries and spurs about BHPetrol back home.
It was first a glimpse of a freak accident. It then turned out to be something inhumane, if you will. The story of two petrol kiosk attendant refusing to loan a fire extinguisher that could have save a young lady’s life.