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There once was a girl who never knew what she felt. Because of this she hid deep inside herself, not knowing how she would be judged by the people around her. Keeping mum to any question deemed too personal to comprehend. Always the quiet one, keeper of secrets. Everyone keeps saying how beautiful and unique she was. If she could only know this was true? But how, she asked, can I know? So she takes pictures, everytime she felt different to compare them at the day's end. After a month, she had a box. A year, a closet. And there it was...her journal of feelings. It was the only way she would know the truth about what she felt at the time.

There once came a boy who sat down beside her. And she needed that journal no longer.

Ahh...finally, we've reached a break from school...didn't tink i would last. The little distractions has sufficed so far. Now its time to submit an Official...(tat-tatata!)...Rushdy Logic Movie Review. Ok...its not official, there's only been two but this is my blog...so go figure. I just recently watched 300, the movie. One word...B-E-A-Utiful. I am not understating it. It was gorgeous...amazing...stupendous...and definitely movie art. Every scene was amazing. Actually every scene could have been made into a poster. They really wanted to take the original comic to life for this one: the battle scenes - WoooHoo! Even the love scene had gone arty farty...not the kind you see in American movies...you know...the dumb blonde with big...bits... Anyway, it was great. Even better, there's even a good logical plot in there. Surprise. Thank you Frank Miller. (Rite...like u didn't watch it for the battle? Pls...) You should be ashamed if you haven't seen it. Ok, I watched it long after it came out but who cares...definitely a guy's movie...or a nice birthday present for a guy. The kind of movie where you find yourself sitting down 5 minutes after, saying "Woah!" Makes you feel like shouting war calls at everbody and just slaughtering every little irritant in this world...ARGHHH...THIS IS SPARTA!!!! Oh...yeah...the spartan queen is way....Hot. Damn! I need to exercise.

Ahh...I never thought i'd enjoy workin in an office after taking that red pill. But reality bites rite. Sometimes the truth is overshadowed by the bliss of ignorance. I u knew me, u'd know neither bliss nor ignorance was ever an option for me. Me and powerful knowledge agendas and all that crap. A guy asked me in a matter-of-fact of a tone whether knowing everything will make a difference to my life. It will only end up in more hesitation and problems, he says. Well, from the outside...u'd hav to agree with him. Here I am, working in an office's black hole of mundaneness will, I am sure, eradicate brain cells in a slow and measured process, feeling that I wasted 5 months of my life at THE COMPANY.
However, I have to say...the bliss is very becoming. The lesson from The Matrix (yes, I'm a fan, not of Keanu's acting but of the concept) is the question you would ask yourself, would you take the red pill. Don't answer quickly. Think about it. Yes you would surely say "Of course I'll take the red pill. It's the god-fuckin reality man. I would want to know that I'm being drained by mother-fuckin robots." Sure....it's the truth. But do u really want to know? Is there really a god? Is there heaven and hell? Are there aliens looking into your window while you sleep, while your neighbour is fuckin his wife's best friend?
However...if u actually watch the movie and understand it, u'll see how much its thought through. Why do the so-called freedom fighters still have traitors in their midst? Its not for money. Its for that bliss the machines offer. What they are offering is life. Live your life. Procreate. Die. Live a traditionally normal life. All this for the brain power that u won't even notice gone. All we ask of you is don't open your eyes. Is that so much to ask?
Well, call me a traitor but I've accepted bliss as part of my life...where I can see my parents...my siblings...my family. Sure I will die not knowing what embracing the truth feels like. I know its there. But I don't wish to be extraordinary. At least not for now. Feed me the non-realistic reality tv. Sure there is no such thing as a stable job. But at least I know that for everday I'm workin here, I can eat, I can breathe, I can live.

What is a family? A group of beings tied by blood stuck together by the fates....or is it a bond of responsibility on a rotational basis of generations. As spoken by Jeb Walker, "families rule" and "families suck". The ability to enjoy the company of family has been a forgotten treasure sunken into the crypt of Davey Jones. We revel in the safety of numbers...the feeling of having a house to go home to at the end of the day filled with people who will save you without a hesitation yet regret the pressures and the overbearing stuffiness that comes with.
The happiness is undoubtly and unfortunately found in a friendly compromise of both the aspects. Forget the expectations which we lay upon strangers. This is family...the people we trust with with our flaws...and accepted those flaws. The reason some find it difficult to lie to family...to the mother who gave us life...to the father whom stayed up til u finished your endless schoolwork...to the siblings who argue endlessly but stayed beside you those nights your folks weren't home. Nonetheless, each family is a multi-tiered tower. The strength lies in its foundation. Modernisation however has caused the number of tiers to lessen...making relations more like a balancing act rather than ...u know.
Dear void, take 1 day of your busy lives to have, be it a meal or just a simple cup of tea with your loved ones this weekend. Do not give a situation whereby an alternative date is to be arranged which we will probably postpone again and again. Take an effort. Don't regret only when its gone.

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Bubbles floatin to the surface....popping without restraint. Time passes and I can't stop to think. No time. Never was. Where's your sense of urgency? Why did she have to do that? Don't get distracted. What the fuck are you waiting for? Why now? Why not? Why him? Why her? Hollywood schmollywood. Smile back. Talk. Cut the chit chat. She can wait. He is nothing. Who are you? The time is now.

Hahaha. I finally can bloggg.....not dat i wanted to......but YES! I can blog...!
Shut up!

Fuck. I finally can post sumting. Fuck.