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Wanna Find Out?

In Gloomy Me, Randomness on July 30, 2008 at 12:28 am


But did.

So, I wish I hadn’t.

That’s the thing about knowing.  Sometimes it’s good, sometimes not so much.  The other times I think ignorance is bliss, but now I think knowledge is IBLIS.

Shitty facts happen to good people.   Weird how I wish I was the shitty fact instead of the ‘good people’ sometimes.  Because shitty facts can just bump into good people and leave without care.

But what happens to the good people?

They are left with globs of mess around them, knowing they should probably clean it off but there will always be a peering eye that watches their movements.

People say I make them depressed sometimes.  Do I like to do it, no.  Do I need to do it, sometimes yes.  But have they ever thought about it in reverse?

It is hard to stay in the middle all the time, especially with all this mess around.  The broom is within reach, but for some reasons… I’m just gonna sit down pretty and pray it will go away.


Not fucking easy growing up at all, I tell ya.


In Gloomy Me on July 15, 2008 at 12:09 am

There is such place as heaven
There is such thing as peace
If you know that
You’ll be allright

Sorry for your loss, J.  My heart and thoughts goes out to you.

Take care.

Black Hole Wonder

In Gloomy Me on April 11, 2008 at 1:09 pm

I’ve fallen into that hole again.

The question is: should I let myself fall, or should I call for help?

See, even when falling, my mind won’t stop working.

What are the odds of that?


In Gloomy Me on March 11, 2008 at 2:15 pm

… I heard somebody say: work harder than you play!

Work? I never heard the word, I turn the other way…

Pacific Coast Party –  Smash Mouth.


Heart vs Brain

In Gloomy Me on March 5, 2008 at 1:17 am

I only have one question today.

Which controls which: the heart and the brain.  Does the heart control the brain, or is it the other way around?

As of today, I feel like my brain is losing control of my heart.

And doing something really heartlessly no matter how good you are at it…

…is very sickening.

I’m not made for this hanky panky.  You can all burn in hell and I’m not going with you.

Gluttony is a sin.


In Gloomy Me on February 13, 2008 at 1:24 pm

The ultimate fear is to find out that one isn’t as fearless as one thought one would be.


When I Let My Mind Loose

In Gloomy Me, Randomness on August 14, 2007 at 12:07 pm

Here I am standing at a crossroad again.  But instead of having two choices, I have more.

Ah, and now comes the very familiar feeling of wanting to take them all.

This is the time where I want to be an octopus.  Wouldn’t it be nice to have more than one leg (or tentacles, whatever) just so I can walk those different paths at the same time?  Wouldn’t it be nice to have four sets of brains to be utilized at the same time?  Wouldn’t it be nice to have four personalities to fit every path at the same time?

This is what happens when one has four freaking wonderful choices but is only destined to take one at a time.

In the mind of ‘Miund’, one has to be able to get ’em all.  Sadly, reality keeps biting the mind of ‘Miund’ and tells her to get real.

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The Story of Moody 2

In Gloomy Me, Imagination Gone Amok on August 8, 2007 at 2:49 am

Moody tilted her head, confused, “I know you are rich from cutting down trees, Mr. Funny. But what do you mean?”

Mr. Funny shook his head. “Oh Moody, you are just the girl I know back then. All naive and clueless. I want you to work for me.”

Moody’s eyes lit up for a second, but she looked at Mr. Funny with a questioning face, “Work for you? What will I do? Don’t you do your work alone?”

Mr. Funny then explained that he had just been hired by a furniture factory to create furnitures. Therefore, he needed Moody to help him design the furnitures. Moody thought for a second and said, “Well that does sound interesting. Can you give me some time to think?” Mr. Funny said, “I’ll give you a week, Moody. And remember, I’m going to pay you with real money. Not much, maybe, but real. You are tired of bags of peanuts, aren’t you?”

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The Story of Moody

In Gloomy Me, Imagination Gone Amok on August 7, 2007 at 2:07 am

Once upon a time, lived a girl called Moody.

Moody is a girl who can’t just sit doing nothing, so she decided to work. She applied to work for Mr. Freebie, a very rich man with hundreds of business. Mr. Freebie hired Moody as a cigarette wrapper in his tobacco company, and paid her with a bag of peanuts every single day. “You have to work hard, Moody, because if you do… I’ll promote you to be a supervisor in the factory and I will pay you with three bags of peanuts everyday if I do,” Mr. Freebie said one day. Moody obeyed Mr. Freebie and worked as hard as she could, wrapping the cigarettes furiously to exceed her daily targets.

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In Gloomy Me, Randomness on July 26, 2007 at 11:44 pm

Signs of ‘that time of the month’:

1.  Sudden craving for impossible things such as a pair of Louboutins.
2.  The awful awful awful stomach cramps, recurring migraine and stiff neck.


1.   A box of Christian Louboutin shoes.
2.  Lying flat on my stomach, my Bebe beside me stroking my back and constantly telling me that I’m pretty when the real thing is I look like shit.


1.  Only a miracle could bring the box containing the aforementioned Louboutins to me.
2.  My Bebe has to work tonight, so I’ll have to just be happy hearing his voice over the phone.

Why isn’t it Saturday already?