SO TOUCHING

I was walking
around in a supermarket when i saw a cashier
hand this little boy his money back, the boy
couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have
... enough money to buy this doll.'' The little boy
turned to the old woman next to him, ''Granny, are
you sure I don't have enough money?'' She
replied, ''You know that you...... don't have
enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then
she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes
while she went to look around. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who
he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my
sister loved most and wanted so much for
Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would
bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa
Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to
worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus
can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to
give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it
to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were
so sad while saying this, 'My Sister has gone to be
with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see
God very soon too, so I thought that she could
take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My
heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at
me and said, 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to
go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from
the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of
himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I want
mommy to take my picture with her so she won't
forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she
didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she
has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he
looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the
boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do
have enough money for the doll!'' OK' he said, 'I
hope I do have enough.' I added some of my
money to his without him seeing and we started
to count it. There was enough for the doll and
even some spare money. The little boy said,
'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night
before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had
enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy
could give it to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also
wanted to have enough money to buy a white
rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God
for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the
doll and a white rose.'' 'My mommy loves white
roses.' A few minutes later, the old lady returned
and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping
in a totally different state of mind from when I
started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article two
days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a
truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman
and a little girl. The little girl died right away and the
mother was left in a critical state. The family had to
decide whether to pull the plug on the life-
sustaining machine because the young woman
would not be able to recover from the coma. Was
this the family of the little boy? Two days after this
encounter with the little boy I read in the
newspaper that the young woman had passed
away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch
of white roses and I went to the funeral home
where the body of the young woman was for
people to see and make last wishes before her
burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a
beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of
the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I
left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had
been changed forever. The love that the little boy
had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day,
hard to imagine, and in a fraction of a second, a
drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices: (1) Copy & Paste this on
your wall (2) Ignore it as if it never touched your
heart.

I believe Im a special breed of man, one that's unique in all his attributes... one that hates authority...
No, not that kind of authority, I mean being in charge. I loathe being in charge.. I believe this preposterous disease should have a name. I belive ignorance certainly doesnt it justice.
as I write this, I'm being asked where money will come from? I'm young people! how hard does it take for such a small fact to sink in?
where do people get the guts to command so much authority and not completly lose their minds?
good question steve... now where can I get an answer coz my days are numbered.
you, yes you are the reason I'm still living. I so wonder what would happen if I didn't have you, my mom, the other reason I had for living passed away some time back.
Me being the brains behind the family, a couple of sheep not able to calculate the simplest of sums... a story for another day...
let me lay my anger to rest here. have an awesome nite all.
this might be the worst of blogs I have written but I wanted this and apparently I have authority only here...

HERE WITHOUT YOU- 3DD

A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face

I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me, yeah
The miles just keep rollin'
As the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go, oh yeah yeah

I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me
Everything I know and anywhere I go
It gets hard but it won't take away my love
And when the last one falls, when it's all said and done
It gets hard but it won't take away my love, whoa

I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it's only you and me, yeah oh yeah oh

AS I GET OLDER

As i get older,
i see more clearly,
but not with my eyes.
I hear more sharply,
but not with my ears.
I smell more ripely,
but not with my nose...

As i get older,
i see more clearly,
but not with my eyes.
i hear more sharply,
but not with my ears.
I touch more intimately,
but not with my finger...

As i get older,
i see more clearly,
but not with my eyes.
I hear more sharply,
but not with my ears.
I love more deeply,
but not with my penis...

As i grow older,
i see more clearly,
but not with my eyes.
I hear more sharply,
but not with my ears.
I think more better,
but not with my brain... my head... nagging...

As i grow older,
i see more clearly.

PURPLE SMOKE

Ok this is not what you all are thinking, yes you and you.. oh, you too. life is short, so im reminded every waking minute of my little pathetic life. thats all, "remind this idiot today" i wonder if they say that each time to each person. 

ill accept this but only under complete duress... blunts are worth shit! first this week something sick just happened. my `dealer` increased the price of his commodity citing traffic as the hinderance.. wtf? nigga grow a pair! traffic police have always been there, dont tell me hey magically appeared this week. nkt, pussies really piss me off. 

                     IF YOU CANT STAND THE HEAT GET THE FUCK OUT THE KITCHEN

Oh, BTW iv been doing my exams this week and as if mother nature wanted to make sure i got properly screwed over, she turned her metre to freezing fucking cold! i know i haven't bee the most avid of readers but why punish me thoroughly all at once? nature gave me a cold this week.. thank you alot, would you like anything in return?

As i conclude this short post of venting, incomprehensible jargon and simple stupidity, id like to say that first i`m sober as balls,except from nursing a huge hangover from drinking jana... so any ideas portrayed in this text cannot be held against me in any capacity... Have an awesome time.

Elevators are gay...

So on Monday i had a paper which i had decided to read all night on Sunday for. Unfortunately for me i fell asleep midway through reading. I woke up without about 30 mins left before the exam starts and i rushed out the door knowing it would take me at least 20 mins to get to class. I live on the 7th floor so i had to take the elevator. One thing about the elevators in my building is that they're not the express elevators that go straight to where you ask for, if for example in my case i'm at the 7th floor and i want to go to the ground-floor it would stop if someone at the fifth floor had called it down. So i rushed into the elevator and my friend Mike from the 8th floor was already in it. With my rush i wasnt completely well dressed so i figured i would do some touch ups in the elevator on the way out. Mike clearly saw my predicament and decided to help me do my shirt as i fastened my belt. But like 5 seconds later the elevator stopped at the 5th floor, the doors opened and there was "Hot 5th floor girl". Now let me pause the story to describe hot 5th floor girl. Usually when someone does something epic, he no longer has just one name; he/she has a description. Like for example my friend Tom, he had his claim to fame when we were teenagers and a fight was about to break out at the basketball court and he came out barechest holding a baby and broke up the fight.... from then on noone called him tom anymore but everyone refered to him as "Bare-chested Tom who came and stopped a fight holding a baby". Literally whenever someone would mention him they would use the entire description instead of just his name; "Yeah i got these new cool t-shirts from Bare-chested Tom who came and stopped a fight holding a baby.. his house is right next to smelly Pete who tried to rob his uncles store wearing his dads shirt". Same goes for hot 5th floor girl, none of us ever referred to her by her name but by her description because she was unbelievably hot to the point it would just get uncomfortable being near her. But anyway, the doors open and here is hot 5th floor girl looking into the elevator with me trying to buckle my belt and Mike buttoning my shirt, it was not a pretty sight... She just giggled and said "I'll let you two lovebirds get back to it"..

Lazy Suicide

So today i was talking to my friend and she commented on my blog. Her reasoning was that i write too much about suicide. I think its a very normal thought to think about killing yourself. But what's weird is that everytime i thought of suicide its never over anything big, it's always little things. Like if my girlfriend broke up with me i'd be devastated. I'd be crying, lying in the fetal position for like 3 days, but on the 4th day i'd probably play some xbox and go on with my life... you know, join a gym and lie to myself that i'd get a six pack and so on. But little things get to me. i thought about killing myself last year during my friends birthday, why? coz i said i was going to make a pie. My roomate came up to me while i was watching soccer and started talking about how excited she was about her boyfriends birthday and kept talking about how she will plan a party and bake a cake, but then she asked me what i would do for it. and at the time i thought all i had to do is behave and not talk about rubber ducks in front of her boyfriends parents so i panicked and said i would make a pie. But i dunno how to make a pie, i just said that to make her go away. Which worked she went away all excited and i totally forgot about it. 2 weeks later she woke up all excited and asked me about the pie. And i started thinking bout all i have to do, go to the grocery store, buy some flour etc. and then i started thinking "what if i just go up to the roof of the house and jump onto the sharp spiky fence and just die? Then i wouldn't have to make the pie." So it's not even like i'm suicidal, its more of i'm just lazy. Like whenever I know the next 4 hours of my life will suck, I think about suicide. Like if I have to pay my electricity bill and there's a long queue I always look outside to see if there's a bus coming that I can jump in front of.

Moral of the story: Don't be lazy, be suicidal. It sounds fancier.