Saturday, October 06, 2007

Ah well.


Yoga.
After reading all those creepy sites about how yoga is all cult-ish and un-Godly, i have decided to stop doin' it. That was really fast, considering i only started 4 days ago.

Sigh,
just when i thought i've found some way to stay fit whist sitting down and not movin' much. NOW ALL I HAVE IS RUNNING.

*Sniff*

Oh well then, today i read Reader's Digest about the plane crash 204, and parents who kill their own 2month old kids by backing their cars onto them, and not realising the "little hump" they have rolled over is their kid.

I was sittin there crying my eyes out for like, half an hour. (WELL SORRY I WASNT DOING MY CHINESE, BUT ITS ISNT AS FUN AS YOU WOULD THINK IT IS.)

I was sobbing and sniffing and everything, and i felt so mushy. Its just so sad how people do these kinda things, and it really makes you question why they happen.

And thats a stupid question too, because questioning such things is such being idiotic.

Because you know you wont get much of an answer or anything, so it completely defeats the whole purpose of it anyway.

BARH.

So, ive decided that people die for a reason. No sense in questioning why. Just leave it up to God. And everything.

Oh boy, but LEMME JUST TELL YOU, the stories were REEEAAALLY touching. I dont cry easy, oh-kay? They were so pathetically sad, so upsettingly down-age. It makes you wanna shrivel up because you're like all

"GOD, FORGIVE ME FOR BEING SO LUCKY"

because there are people out there who have lost their husbands in airplane-wrecks on their honeymoon (imagine the devastation) and their little 2 year old kids.

And the surreal suffocating guilt a father must be feeling after he runs over his beautiful, beloved child.

Its just so , so so, so sad.

Which makes me feel all guilty again.

AHWELL.
The trick is to do something about it. No sense mooching around about it yeah?
SO YKNOW WHAT, IM GONNA HAVE TO TELL EVERYONE I KNOW TO CHECK BEFORE THEY REVERSE.

Pass it on. Really.
Maybe you'll make a difference.

"Go forth and multiply."

ONE LAST CALL FOR ALCOHOL
SO FINISH YOUR WHISKY
OR BEER
-Closing Time. Semisonic

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