OMG SHALLOW GIRLS
Ahem, the prosecutor would like to present this evidence to the jury proving that the girls are
shallow.
Exhibit 1Since there is no response from the defendents (in contempt of our god given right to fair trial I'm sure), we will assume that they plead guilty.
So very disappointed in you girls. So, so
very disappointed.
However, since you girls are into this sort of thing, let me present to you not one, but
two pictures of a man truly made in God's own image.
hot?
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or hotter?
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Ok I'm feeling good I'm feeling great I'm feeling excellent. I'll spare you the torture of having to read something about my boring life (for the moment), but I just wanted to say that...well, I'm fine. In honour of this occasion, here's a perfect normal 'real world' girl you typically find next door.
Perfectly normal and ordinary real world girl.
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Freelance Bum
Just so no one expects to see me at Action or something, I no longer work there. There was a huge and heated falling out between myself and Mark saturday afternoon. While I won't go into the finer details because, frankly, it's nobody else's business but my own. However, the things he said to me are the sort of things you can never take back. Never. Am I upset? Yes! Am I angry? Hell yes! This man was sort of like a mentor to me, and everything I know about fish I learnt from him. I still can't believe he would think the sort of things he did about me, and there is no forgiveness for him in my heart. Not now, not ever. I think it's what the music business calls "irreconcilable differences". SO, if I seem prickly, quick to anger or just unbearable, please forgive me.
Btw - Aileen's bday dinner thingy last night was very enjoyable. I hope you all found it enjoyable too.
Chinese New Years
Ok, its Chinese New Years Eve tonight so I'm here surrounded by very loud relatives who seem united in their intent to deafen me with their laughter. As usual, I'm hiding from them to avoid the inevitable questions of
why I haven't gotten a girlfriend, and
why I should get someone
pretty and make sure she's
Chinese because caucasian women are dirty harlots that sleep around. Don't mistake their words though, for while offensive, it's more a generalisation and stereotype rather than any sort of ethnic hatred towards white people. I don't have the heart to tell them I don't think I'll ever settle for the typical Chinese woman because most of them bore me to tears since they're way too reserved and quiet for my liking. To me, a woman captivates my heart not because she is pretty, but because she has that intangible attractive quality that worms her way into my heart, while the cute girls I see walk past disappear into obscurity. In fact, I always know I'm attracted to someone by how I think of her. Do I remember what she said, or do I remember what she looks like? While to say I am blind to physical looks would be a lie, if I remember a personality trait more than I remember a particular facet of their body, I know it's the real deal.
So while I'm on this topic, let me cast your attention to Valentine's Day looming on the horizon. Ah...Valentine's Day. The day where embittered single people complain about how it's a Hallmark holiday, while their friends lucky in love smugly show off their bounty to all who would pay attention. So it's a corporate holiday right? That Valentine's Day is just a money spinner for florists and chocolatiers and card companies, and that we should stop celebrating it altogether. You probably don't, but I hear a lot of people say that. Well they're right. We probably shouldn't. But how many times do we show our love, our affection, to another? Do we give presents to others simply for the joy of giving, despite having no justifiable occasion at all? Perhaps some of you do. However, sadly, most of the world does not. In the hustle and bustle of today's busy rat race we often forget that love is not something we can express only on certain occasions. Love is something that one should express often, freely, without reserve nor hesitation. So, sometimes we need a special day like this just to remind ourselves how lucky we are, and to celebrate our love. In my opinion, any day that spreads love and joy should be welcomed, and
celebrated, regardless of its dubious origins.
I could also espouse about loving a person for the soul inside, not the window dressing outside, but I won't, because I would be, how you say,
preaching to the choir. However, I would like to humbly remind you that it is often hard to distinguish between liking someone for their person or for their personality, and that perhaps, if you haven't already, remember and use what I call the "think tester". When you think about the person, what is the thing you often think most about? Is it a reflection of the person inside, or the shell outside? Whenever I am in doubt, I remember this; I've seen a great many beautiful women..... but I fell for the one who loved Mozart while she did the dishes. Goodnight everybody, and I hope Cupid's arrow flies your way.
With affection.
P.S - In keeping with tonight's theme, here's the epilogue of my previous poem. When I wrote the poem, it was with the subject, "two people who love each other very much, but can't get it right". From The Mexican I believe. Not that I watched that movie. Ahem. I wrote a final verse of the poem for it, but I didn't post it because I wanted there to be a feeling of distance and time between that pseudo ending and this real ending. This is the real ending to it, and in my mind set several years after.
EPILOGUE:
One more day for the rest of our life
Flicker of hope as we seize our chance
A promise kept to open the door
Gazing through tears together we dance.
Hope you enjoyed it. I always was a sucker for happy endings.
Casino Night
Last night was really scary for me. Let's never speak of it again. Don't worry, I won't repeat that ever.
God sakes I am so close to just quitting my job in disgust. I'm just sick and tired of all these bullshit complaints from customers who decide to rail at ME for not having the fish thats on sale that week for sale (even though its simply because we haven't gotten any from the warehouse), and last time I checked it's not me driving the truck. Add in a fascist temp store manager hankering for a promotion by being a jerk to everyone below (witha name that sounds like Holga or soemthing...I couldn't even PA him properly today because of his stupid name), the absolute mind numbing boredom I get when working, and the fact that I'm sick of people scrunching their noses at me or walking away because I smell of fish, and its almost time for me to say adios. I'm not sure which one is worse, the lack of intellectual stimulation or the alienation I experience because of the way I smell from work. I mean, what am I, some kind of fucking leper?! Only one thought comforts me, and that is, some day, when these people who alienate me are prone on the ground, gasping their last breath, lonely and unloved, I may be present to kick mud on their face.
I guess that's a bit harsh, and I don't really mean it, but this job is really starting to get unbearable you know? The only good thing about work besides the income is that i get to think and compose while suffering through such excruciating monotony, but that is something I could do in the comfort of my own home. And I'm sure I can find another job less boring. I'm really only there to help out my friend Mark. I'm probably just having a momentary fit of anger, but I know for a fact that I've been working the same job too long. Anyway, enough with the bitching, here's a poem I composed today (untitled for the moment)
Hurtful words that end in tears
Crashing sound as you slam the door
Once again we spurn our love
While my empty heart hits the floor
Another day I run to your arms
Familiar refrain of repeated sorrow
Brief respite in lovers joy
Knowing you'll be in tears on the morrow
Glass hearts in foreign hands
Destined souls fumbling in the dark
Reaching through briar and thorn
Seeking out our love forlorn
Into another's arms we flee unto
But never forgetting the joy in our hurt
Habitual regret we tentatively call
United again you cling to my shirt
Clash and conflict hedgehog's dilemma
My Montague to your Capulet
Pain to despair we close our hearts
To walk away, Love's final regret
Glass hearts in foreign hands
Destined souls fumbling in the dark
Reaching through briar and thorn
Seeking out our love forlorn
- Jason H
Can anyone guess what this poem is about?
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