Random Thoughts

When I heard Lil Wayne and Bruno Mars would be doing a track together, I wasn't so sure. Now that I've heard it, it speaks so much to me, and has officially become my favorite track. Here it is....

Haven't posted in a while, had exams :( But they're over now :) Looking forward to lectures on Monday :( But spring break is coming soon :)

Kay F Boakye

It grinds my gears when some boys go on about hating girls who use makeup, and how they look fake and all that crap. Give me a break! Apart from the fact that if you look at most of their girlfriends, they're gorgeous girls who use makeup, if you look at most of their comments on the pictures of supposed 'girls with makeup', it always goes along the lines of ; "you look gorgeous", "so pretty", "beautiful girl". Please! If you're going to be a hater, stick to that and quit being a hypocrite!  That said, ladies, there's a difference between using makeup to enhance your beauty, and getting ready to perform in the circus.... If you don't know how to use it, get some lessons, or don't even bother.

Can you imagine what will happen to the internet if SOPA is passed. It's already begun.... Mega upload has been taken down and charged with numerous counts of piracy... O.O It's the end of the internet as we know it. The idea is spreading round that perhaps, the Mayans were not referring to the end of the world, but the end of the internet.... SOPA does not aim to fight piracy, it means to take down the free flow of the internet just because it does not fit the business model of huge co-operations. They wish to stifle creativity, and make you pay for stale information. Marx was never for Capitalism. Everyone has criticized it. And it gives them reason to. What democracy is there, when the interest of big co-operations are put before those of the common man. All capitalism really does is give power to a select few, and leave the rest to seat down on the ground, and hope that scraps fall from the tables of the masters. We must not let this happen. Individually, we mi...

So yesterday, I was really sad, so I riddled my blog with depressing and painful posts. It's rather horrible when I descend to such a level. So today, I'm going to try to be more cheerful, and let the fruit that fell off the tree, blossom. For from death, we have life. A seed must first die, for the tree to live....

An excerpt from a gorgeous song by a gorgeous band, that explains a huge power in simple words Some say love it is a river That drowns the tender reed. Some say love it is a razor That leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love it is a hunger An endless, aching need I say love it is a flower, And you it's only seed. It's the heart afraid of breaking That never learns to dance It's the dream afraid of waking That never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken, Who cannot seem to give And the soul afraid of dying That never learns to live. When the night has been too lonely And the road has been too long. And you think that love is only For the lucky and the strong. Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snow Lies the seed that with the sun's love, In the spring, becomes the rose... ♥ ♥ ♥

I wrote this on the 20th of June 2011, when it hit me that I was really done with high school, and that phase in my life. very soon, the imu's will stop, the shared memories will gradually begin to dissipate, and the threads that bind us will gradually begin to disappear. That is the after effect of leaving all your friends you knew in highschool, so make as much memories as you can, hold the person so tight that they think you're a leech, and share as many hugs, kisses, and laughs as possible, cause though distance is an illusion, it's one heck of an illusion, to leave you feeling as if you're having a hallucination and losing your grip on reality, to make you feel as if, your friends are actually 1000 miles away.

My friend wrote me this poem when we moved apart. Probably the sweetest thing a guy has ever done for me.. Ever since u left, I feel like a lonely pet! Always sobbing till sleep, wetting my sheet with weep!  Always watching the map of your new location 24/7 on Google, reminiscing on how my ear u wobbled!  I wish I could tap into your sap so I’ll be part of u like a lad I’m now on Bleed mode because I remember those days when to me you were an honey comb You made loving you very easy like 123,now you are gone it has sooo gone through me.  The thought of you being gone makes me listen to jazz; I guess I’m off hip hop at last!  I don’t know why I’m writing this poem cos we all know that I’m not a poet.  But well, i guess this is what your migration has caused; making me feel like I fell from a fort!  Ouch! this hurts soo much….sob sob...Someone please call me Dr. Brad Bob.  I know you’ll be wondering whether I wrote this all by myself; I swea...

Words escape me at this moment that seems like the end yet it is only the beginning  when friendships are close and dreams are far,  you were there for me, Tears fill me with memories of both good and bad  some nearly forgotten yet all dear to the heart

One of my little obsessions..... :) Her voice is sooo beautiful

You said you didn't want to love me, because we'd jump right from best friends to strangers, but we still got there anyway, and I never got to be more than your friend....

Sometimes when I'm sad, I like to sit in the rain and imagine that the clouds weep for my pain..

There's a smile on my face, a hole in my heart, and tears streaking down my cheeks, but you can only see the smile, cause that's all that's visible....

We all go through that phase, when we're sinking ever so slowly into depression, and the darkness receives us with unveiled glee. Seems it's my time to pass through the sad phase. Don't know how long this is going to last, but if I don't let is out, I just might explode, I just might cry. I'm tired of shedding tears under my blanket, my head buried in my teddy's soft shoulder. So I'll post it all till my fingers hurt, and my mind goes blank from the downpour....

I don't need to say anything more, the picture speaks for itself.... Right now, I feel the saddest kind of sad

I thought you knew me, I really thought you did countless hours spent listening to your actions countless hours spent watching your words I nursed your pain I absorbed your wounds I healed your tears I dried your broken heart I thought you were there for me too For a moment you were Never noticing I was simply a distraction A moments bliss in your chaotic world But once the strands that held us together began to crumble once the bridge that connected us began to unwind you looked out of the tent we shared and noticed the storm had blown away I begged you to stay and for a moment you listened steadily, quietly, you slipped out once i lay inert I awoke to the call of the vultures as they circled the lonely tent you'd left me alone in our world all i had left, were broken strands.... 

Know what hun, when we step back and look at the bigger picture we realize that yeah we're only tiny cogs in this huge machine and all that but if we always think about how someone else has it worse than us then we'll never express ourselves cause while you're crying over a broken heart someone else is crying cause her husband cheated on her while your upset cause someone spilled grape juice on your fave dress someone else is weeping cause her dress got ripped while she was being raped but see hun thing is as selfish as it sounds you're not them sometimes a bit of self-pity goes a long way being empathetic doesn't mean you should forget about yourself it's ok to cry over the little things because that way when the bigger things come along you learn to be grateful for the time you had only little issues to worry about

Punctuality is the virtue of the bored. Evelyn Waugh  (1903 - 1966) ,  Diaries of Evelyn Waugh (1976)

You shattered the walls of my castle... you invaded my inner encampments.. you ravaged the fragile maiden in my stronghold, bleeding, cold, you whispered words of endearments, while you walked back into the cold. The jagged edge pierced my skin, as I picked up the broken pieces strewn all around me. The ground drank in the dark pool, as I washed the linen of deception, you'd wrapped me in, while you walked back into the cold. The fallen souls were testament of your brutality, their songs of sorrow, your precedding anthem. The winds carried news of your return, yet, I hastened not to close the gates, the creaking hinges begging for relief. I laid down, awaiting your return, after all, what more had I to protect. The soot of the charred walls wept for me, their black tears trailed a river down the strips of my flesh, yet I laid down, awaiting your return.

Everyone says it's the fools way out... I know they're right, and I should fight, but the fight sneaks out of the hole, your arrow punched in my heart. To hold on, or to let go... That's the battle in my mind.. but the hot tears piercing my skin, decide my fate before my heart catches on. I don't want to regret you... At a point I even loved you.. I ignored all road signs, just so I could walk the path to your heart. Everyone says it's the fools way out... I know they're right, and I should fight.. but what battle is there to win, when the queen's already captured.

  So, after listening to this song, and having numerous discussions with a good friend of mine (Kay F Boakye), a couple of things came out which I wish to share with the world.   Everyone wonders why girls almost always go for the mean guys who break their hearts consistently, and move on to the next victim before the blood's dried off the floor. Well, here's a little secret for you.... S.E.X.U.A.L.I.T.Y.   Think I'm wrong, I don't blame you, I doubted myself too. But take a moment, think about it... What is it that jerks have over nice guys, apart from the horrendous attitude.... Starting to see it too? For the purpose of political correctness, I shall refer to them as the 't-guys'.   The t-guys are never friend zoned, and the very answer lies in the term itself. You are never simply friends with someone you're highly attracted to. T-guys exude a strong virile aura that girls respond to like flies to stinking trash- excuse the visual image. Nice guys hav...