Pride

I must admit with shame. There are sins I have not mastered. Avarice is one of them.

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Oh yes, your majesty, I have no life and have nothing better to do with my time then to spend all my days and nights laboring for your unappreciative self-absorbed bumroll.

There is a point in time where money means shit, pardon my French!

I am a hedonist, not a money grabbing mongoose. Excuse me for not following you exceeding superb decorum on how to cheat your subjects and tax them to death without showing any sense of gratitude at all.

I don't want your stupid money if the exchange for it is my dignity.

Keep your cursed coins but don't complain to me when work takes longer than expected since you only allow me to work only upon daylight hours and have a great fat mother cow when I ask for extra candles. After all, one cannot sew in the dark, highness.

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joker's rule.

Sloth

The Devil sings to me.
He said, "The world is fine. Perfect just as it is, as it should be."
He said, "Work with what you have. You are smart. Improvise.
No need to waste your time and energy.
Fighting a battle you know you cannot win."

There is no need for your futile effort;
One man cannot change the system.
Sit, and enjoy the show,
Watch the world spins by in its downward spiral
And humour yourself.
It is all a part of His great plan.

The ciaos. The dramas. The killings. The wars.
The deceits and the lies among the beasts He created.
With their hearts as black and cold
As the deepest pitch of hatred.

The world will continue to turn each day.
The sun will rise,
So that it can be swallow by darkness each day.
There is no hope, no chance for redemption.

And the slaughters will go on – with or without your input.
Close your eyes and smell the blood.
After all, we are just human.
Nothing you do will ever change the will of God.

Sweet, sweet Siren Song,
The Devil sang to me.

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[Joker's rule] Never explain.

Envy

Since I am of a mood and the world needs to feel my pain annoyance because I am *that* histrionic...

Today's lecture, kids, is about Freud, Penis Envy, Womb Envy, and what would the world be if men could menstruate by Gloria Steinem.

Maybe I could strike out sloth as well, or maybe I should keep little sloth for future abuse.

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This, also, have nothing to do with the title or the first part of the entry. However, I have been thinking of it quite often lately.

I learned in Art History class, way back when Dinosaurs still walk the planet, that the "mood" of Entertainment Industry moves with the "mood" of the world.

In the 30's, during the depression and World Wars, the entertainment industry produce films that portrays fancy extravagant life-styles. People pay their hard-earn money to escape their doom lifestyle and enter the fancy one.

In the 60's, with all the B-movie, with space exploration, the aliens and the unknown are the threat. Science and knowledge are man’s best friends.

In the 70's and 80's, with ET and Cocoon, Extraterrestrials are our savior. Superman, Wonder Woman, Spiderman and Batman fell somewhere along those lines. Aliens, superhuman and accidental freaks.

In the 90's, we have The Terminator. We have The Desert War. Human trying to save his own race and putting some kind of order to his own kind.

It's 2000's and we are back to Super!freaks. We lost faith in humanity and no green men with tentacles will be coming to save us.

I slept through most of the classes, but there was a reason behind these movements. Anyone care to explain in details or, perhaps, correct me??

And where in the world is my super power? I want my own Super!freak Power, dummit!!

Greed.

WANT!!!!

Don't know what to do with it. Don't even have space to put it. but...omg!!!!

So much want!!!11!1

love. Love. LOVE!!!!

Oh my gawd!!! Thank goodness for friends. I *LURVE* my friends.

Here is what my friend sent me to cheer me up because I have poopy day.
Star Wars: This Isn't Your Father's Trilogy
Haha! Heehee!!

There's also many picture of Nekkid Boobies, but I'm not showing those. They're mine. Mine. MINE!!! =P

Stay dry and share your hot cocoa, kiddos!!

I think. Therefore, I am.

2 parts melancholy, 1 part cloudy day and 3 parts PMS: consume gently and wait for weird thoughts to enter.

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If talking to someone will build up common grounds, hence bring about affection, how do you explain those who you just hold on to with just threads of love?

Let’s say your mom get sick at the smell of your favorite shampoo. There’s no medium ground. You just don’t wash your hair before you go see her. You tolerate greasy hair with just threads of love.

What if you have autistic kid? He’s in his own world. There’s no common interest – unless you really like math or something. But you’ll love him right? Yes, the thread of love.

It’s not perfect. It’s not going to cover all grounds, but, I believe one can rule the world with just threads of love. Maybe I’m wrong.

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Have you ever wonder about the concept of being “open minded”?

Let’s say you believe in racial equality. All human being should be treated equally no matter what race he or she is.

You are a liberal open-minded person, right?

What if you call others who opposed your ideology - those who believe in racial segregations and all that – a narrow-minded bigot because they have different opinion.

Do you still consider yourself open-minded?

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Lastly, you and I, we don't have to like or believe in the same thing to be friends. Not all my friends are drama queens like myself. Some of them are very grounded and quite sane. Sometimes I don't understand them. How could they be so emotionless? Don't they feel anything? Take that into account, do I like them less? NO.
If that is their personality, I'll deal.

Afterall, look at Jerusalem, that holy place everybody is fighting over about. I don't mean to be disrespectful but the Jews believe in this holy place, the Muslims worship this holy place, the Christians, don't even get me start, people go over there to carry some rented old wooden cross around the city instead of going to the Bahamas drinking Margaritas, for Christ's sake. [No pun intended, of course. It just came out that way.]

Honestly, has there ever been a period of over a decade that there were no war sprang off from that place? I don't know, I'm not religious study major. Maybe you can tell me. And people use their lifetime saving and kid's college fund to get there? It just doesn't make sense to me.

And It was all because people want or like the same thing? I just don't know. I guess my point - which probably has nothing to do with the above rant - is that what works for you, may not work the same way for me. I guess.

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Oh, and one more thing while I'm on this rant kick. If you ask me to "be myself" around you, you better make damn sure you can take "it". I don't do thing in moderation. It's all or none. I'm just not normal that way. I am a unique.

Just a warning saying, yo!

Thanks for tuning in, whoever you are. May threads of love be with you.

The ray of sunshine piercing into my optical nerves.

Oh, Monday morning, must you mock me so?
Creul, creul morning.

OMG! Soooooo sleeeepy!!
::rolls over::
Nghhhh!!

And again, Splich thought splits in two.

Why do I have a feeling that Blogger randomly ate some of my entries.

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After the quote I posted yesterday, I went home and watch the tele. CSI featured a grade-A 1st-degree murder: brutally raped and killed the victim. And Without a Trace, takes me into an under-aged prostitution ring.

I'm going to push aside the violent factor of it, but is it just me or is everything about SEX these days. At night, I thought I was going to rant about the flesh factor of today's society.

It sprang out from a conversation at work where a co-worker, a girl, complaint that men view women as an object, a piece of meat, sort of speak.

I'm sorry but here is the news flash. I am as much for man's flesh as much as the boy next door going for the boobies!

I've see much in today's world where the behavior is vice-versa. It's not just men oogling at the jiggly bits of the female parts but, also, the females are returning the favor by oogling at the men's bits, dangly and otherwise, whenever we have a chance as well. And I'm not even going to go into the "comments behind closed door" bits that we do - you'll be shocked to death if you know what a few creative females' braincell, put together, could do. I'll admit. I watched Top Model off and on. After all, I already have my own jiggly bits to look at. And it's more then those walking poko-sticks on the show, thank you very much. What's so interesting about things you already see everyday? But I never miss an episode of Man Hunt. Oh, the pile of man's flesh.

Needless to say, with the help of the internet, we have our own discussion communities, yahoo groups, web pages. To our small-er, but fully dedicated, groups of audience, this is a phenomenon bigger than the American Idol.

The ladies are stepping up to the platform, gentlemen.

However, I woke up this morning, and a friend showed me this picture.



And all my thoughts about feminist equality went down the wires and imbedded themselves behind the Ian's lab-coat.

My inner!perve is still here but the inner!geek wins by a landslide.

Chicks dig evil scientist Ian in clean white coat, yo!

Unleash your inner geek!

WARNING: This entry may contain Too Much Information.

"Sex...could kill you. Do you know what the human body goes through when you have sex? Pupils dilate, arteries constrict, core temperature rises, heart races, blood pressure skyrockets, respiration becomes rapid and shallow, the brain fires bursts of electrical impulses from nowhere to nowhere and secretions spit out of every gland, and the muscles tense and spasm like you’re lifting three times your body weight. It’s violent, it’s ugly, and it’s messy, and if God hadn’t made it unbelievably fun… the human race would have died out eons ago. [small pause] Men are lucky they can only have one orgasm. You know that women can have an hour-long orgasm?" - House, Fox Channel. Tuesday, March 8, 2005.

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translates roughly into in Lehman's term:
OMFG! Pass the tissue please!!!11!1

That’s uber!HAWT, yo!

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In other news, OMG! I've been neglecting my beautiful blog. My blog must be lonely. I shall change profile and stuff so my blog will know I love it AND I am paying attention to it. Pretty, pretty blog. Lalala...

PS - Mr. Teaspoon, Sir, I updated my bloggy after half a month! oh, the shame!! Aren't you proud of me?? ::beams::