Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Sunday, June 29, 2014
We All Become
When you speak I hear silence
Every word a defiance
I can hear, oh, I can hear
Think I’ll go where it suits me
Moving out to the country
With everyone, oh, everyone,
Before we all become one
Tell yourself that you’re lucky
Lying down never struck me
As something fun, oh, any fun
Stabbing pain for the feeling
Now your wound’s never healing
'Til you mumble, “Is it bad?”
Before we all become one
Oh we all, we all become one
Oh we all, we all become one
Oh we all, we all become one
Oh we all, we all become one
Start breathing
Start leaving
Before we all become one
RUN
Oh we all, we all become…
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Pattycakes.
Hello Patricia Anne Laxa Montero. You thought I would forget your birthday, didn't you? You must be kidding me. Not a year goes by without you on my mind during the 10th.
Can you believe it's been almost 2 years since we last saw each other? Almost 4 years since we graduated? Almost 6 years since you flipped me off? And almost 10 YEARS since we met?
Lot of things have changed since. Hope you still remember me.
I'll never forget you.
Happy Birthday.
-Prawns
Can you believe it's been almost 2 years since we last saw each other? Almost 4 years since we graduated? Almost 6 years since you flipped me off? And almost 10 YEARS since we met?
Lot of things have changed since. Hope you still remember me.
I'll never forget you.
Happy Birthday.
-Prawns
Monday, June 9, 2014
WP by thisstorywillsuck
A writing prompt to "A wife kills his husband. Make me sympathize with both characters." via Reddit.
He was
drunker than usual. Ordinarily, she would feel relief when he collapsed
onto the couch by the TV. That meant he was too drunk to yell and
fight. Tonight, she felt no relief. All she could do was watch him
from the doorway, hoping he would drink the poisoned whiskey she had
just poured him.
A lump sat in her throat as she watched his fat belly rise and fall with his labored breath. In his hand, he held the last drink she would ever pour for him. He sat there for a few minutes in silence without even looking at the glass of whiskey he clutched in his fat fingers. Then, without warning, he downed the entire glass in one movement.
He let the glass hit the ground and sighed. He would go to sleep soon. It wouldn’t be painful. Nowhere near as painful as the last twenty-three years had been for her. She wanted him to leave the world peacefully. She still loved him, after all. Still, she felt he deserved an explanation. At the very least, he deserved a good-bye.
She walked around to the front of the couch. He rolled his half-opened eyes in her direction and the two stared at each other in silence.
“There was more than whiskey in your drink,” she said, her voice shaking. “I’m sorry.”
“Your black eye is healing,” he said quietly. “You know I’m sorry about hurting you. Don’t you?”
She nodded.
“You were very beautiful once. I can still see it sometimes. When you smile. You don’t smile much these days. But when you do, your eyes flash like they did when we were teenagers. It reminds me of how young and beautiful we were. Young, beautiful, and carefree.”
“Your drink,” she said with tears forming in her eyes. “You’re dying. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“I know,” he whispered and slowly nodded. “I saw you pour it.”
She put her hands over her mouth and tried not to cry.
“Do you remember that field trip we took during our second year of high school?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“We spent the whole day together,” he said as his voice became fainter. “It was the first time I really met you. There were fifty or sixty of us there but I only cared about you. On the bus ride home, we sat next to each other. Do you remember now?”
She nodded.
“Everybody on the bus slept. They were so tired. But not us. We couldn’t stop talking to each other. We had so much to say back then. When you started to drift off to sleep, I was sad. But then you said something to me. Do you remember what it was?”
“I-” she paused to steady her voice. “I’m going to lean on you, ok?”
“Yeah,” he said as a smile slowly spread across his face. “And you fell asleep on my shoulder. I couldn’t sleep the whole bus ride because I was so happy that we were having that moment. And I know you didn’t sleep either. The bus bounced too much. And back then my arms were muscular. You just wanted to be close to me. I’m sorry I was such a lousy pillow. And I’m sorry I was an even lousier husband.”
She wanted to say something but could not.
His voice slowed even further. He spoke as if he was in a dream. “I still love you as much as I did on that bus ride. I just got worse at showing it. I’m sorry.”
She did not reply. She just stood and tried to compose herself. After a moment, she walked over and sat next to him on the couch.
“I’m going to lean on you, ok?” she whispered.
“Ok,” he replied as she rested her head against his arm.
The two sat in silence until his breathing stopped at last.
I CRYYYYYYYYY
A lump sat in her throat as she watched his fat belly rise and fall with his labored breath. In his hand, he held the last drink she would ever pour for him. He sat there for a few minutes in silence without even looking at the glass of whiskey he clutched in his fat fingers. Then, without warning, he downed the entire glass in one movement.
He let the glass hit the ground and sighed. He would go to sleep soon. It wouldn’t be painful. Nowhere near as painful as the last twenty-three years had been for her. She wanted him to leave the world peacefully. She still loved him, after all. Still, she felt he deserved an explanation. At the very least, he deserved a good-bye.
She walked around to the front of the couch. He rolled his half-opened eyes in her direction and the two stared at each other in silence.
“There was more than whiskey in your drink,” she said, her voice shaking. “I’m sorry.”
“Your black eye is healing,” he said quietly. “You know I’m sorry about hurting you. Don’t you?”
She nodded.
“You were very beautiful once. I can still see it sometimes. When you smile. You don’t smile much these days. But when you do, your eyes flash like they did when we were teenagers. It reminds me of how young and beautiful we were. Young, beautiful, and carefree.”
“Your drink,” she said with tears forming in her eyes. “You’re dying. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“I know,” he whispered and slowly nodded. “I saw you pour it.”
She put her hands over her mouth and tried not to cry.
“Do you remember that field trip we took during our second year of high school?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“We spent the whole day together,” he said as his voice became fainter. “It was the first time I really met you. There were fifty or sixty of us there but I only cared about you. On the bus ride home, we sat next to each other. Do you remember now?”
She nodded.
“Everybody on the bus slept. They were so tired. But not us. We couldn’t stop talking to each other. We had so much to say back then. When you started to drift off to sleep, I was sad. But then you said something to me. Do you remember what it was?”
“I-” she paused to steady her voice. “I’m going to lean on you, ok?”
“Yeah,” he said as a smile slowly spread across his face. “And you fell asleep on my shoulder. I couldn’t sleep the whole bus ride because I was so happy that we were having that moment. And I know you didn’t sleep either. The bus bounced too much. And back then my arms were muscular. You just wanted to be close to me. I’m sorry I was such a lousy pillow. And I’m sorry I was an even lousier husband.”
She wanted to say something but could not.
His voice slowed even further. He spoke as if he was in a dream. “I still love you as much as I did on that bus ride. I just got worse at showing it. I’m sorry.”
She did not reply. She just stood and tried to compose herself. After a moment, she walked over and sat next to him on the couch.
“I’m going to lean on you, ok?” she whispered.
“Ok,” he replied as she rested her head against his arm.
The two sat in silence until his breathing stopped at last.
I CRYYYYYYYYY
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Thursday, May 29, 2014
NEW wish list for my birthday.
So 2 years ago I made a wish list.
I crossed off the things I already got.
Stuff.
iPod - Any kind. I just want an mp3 player. :| Nothing less than 16GB though. :>
Dragon Statue - I know, hahaha, weird, 'innit? :))
Roller Blades or Skates - HAHAHA. What.
Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri - The entire set. Inferno, Purgatorio & Paradiso.
Bookshelf - Seriously. Why don't I have a bookshelf. Jeez.
Weezer Album - I don't care which album. They have 9, but one is enough.
Butterfly Knife - AKA "Balisong". I have a few, but I want a NEW one. :">
Art Of War by Sun Tzu - The book. Want.
Expensive Shit.
Subaru Impreza WRX STi 2011 - Needs to be a Hatchback.
ES C90 - If you can buy me this, you sir, are a criminal. Provided you are a member of the army.
Piano - C'est trop cher. (French)
Telecaster - And it has to be red. :>
Fender Amp - Can't play without an amp.
As you can see, I got most of the things I wanted.
So, here's a new wish list.
Stuff.
Earphones - Hmm. The color should be Black, Red, Dark Violet or Gold.
Headphones - Same color. Hahaha
5x5x5 Rubik's Cube - I get tired of solving the 4x4x4.
Another Dragon Statue - What can I say? I love dragons.
Gilbey's Gin - Like the one Jeush got me last year.
Various liqours - Because I wanna drink.
Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand - The e-book is a bore to read. I want the real thing.
Rings - Not the ones that are for women, please.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Or The Casebook, I don't really mind.
An ashtray - Want those souvenir types.
Expensive Shit.
Subaru Impreza WRX STi 2011 - Still want that shit.
A camera - Anything decent.
Zippo - Plain colored, either mettalic or glossy, don't want prints, I want engravings.
Ducati Monster S4 - 900ccs of AWESOMENESS.
FN Scar-H - Packs more punch than the FN Scar-L.
Yamaha Clavinova - Still a piano, but chose a specific one this time.
I crossed off the things I already got.
Stuff.
Roller Blades or Skates - HAHAHA. What.
Weezer Album - I don't care which album. They have 9, but one is enough.
Expensive Shit.
Subaru Impreza WRX STi 2011 - Needs to be a Hatchback.
ES C90 - If you can buy me this, you sir, are a criminal. Provided you are a member of the army.
Piano - C'est trop cher. (French)
As you can see, I got most of the things I wanted.
So, here's a new wish list.
Stuff.
Earphones - Hmm. The color should be Black, Red, Dark Violet or Gold.
Headphones - Same color. Hahaha
5x5x5 Rubik's Cube - I get tired of solving the 4x4x4.
Another Dragon Statue - What can I say? I love dragons.
Gilbey's Gin - Like the one Jeush got me last year.
Various liqours - Because I wanna drink.
Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand - The e-book is a bore to read. I want the real thing.
Rings - Not the ones that are for women, please.
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Or The Casebook, I don't really mind.
An ashtray - Want those souvenir types.
Expensive Shit.
Subaru Impreza WRX STi 2011 - Still want that shit.
A camera - Anything decent.
Zippo - Plain colored, either mettalic or glossy, don't want prints, I want engravings.
Ducati Monster S4 - 900ccs of AWESOMENESS.
FN Scar-H - Packs more punch than the FN Scar-L.
Yamaha Clavinova - Still a piano, but chose a specific one this time.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Why I changed my mind on Weed.
(CNN) -- Over the last year, I have been working on a new documentary called "Weed." The title "Weed" may sound cavalier, but the content is not.
I traveled around the world to interview medical leaders, experts, growers and patients. I spoke candidly to them, asking tough questions. What I found was stunning.
Long before I began this project, I had steadily reviewed the scientific literature on medical marijuana from the United States and thought it was fairly unimpressive. Reading these papers five years ago, it was hard to make a case for medicinal marijuana. I even wrote about this in a TIME magazine article, back in 2009, titled "Why I would Vote No on Pot."
Well, I am here to apologize.
I apologize because I didn't look hard enough, until now. I didn't look far enough. I didn't review papers from smaller labs in other countries doing some remarkable research, and I was too dismissive of the loud chorus of legitimate patients whose symptoms improved on cannabis.
Instead, I lumped them with the high-visibility malingerers, just looking to get high. I mistakenly believed the Drug Enforcement Agency listed marijuana as a schedule 1 substance because of sound scientific proof. Surely, they must have quality reasoning as to why marijuana is in the category of the most dangerous drugs that have "no accepted medicinal use and a high potential for abuse."
Dr. Sanjay Gupta is a neurosurgeon and CNN's chief medical correspondent.
They didn't have the science to support that claim, and I now know that when it comes to marijuana neither of those things are true. It doesn't have a high potential for abuse, and there are very legitimate medical applications. In fact, sometimes marijuana is the only thing that works. Take the case of Charlotte Figi, who I met in Colorado. She started having seizures soon after birth. By age 3, she was having 300 a week, despite being on seven different medications. Medical marijuana has calmed her brain, limiting her seizures to 2 or 3 per month.
I have seen more patients like Charlotte first hand, spent time with them and come to the realization that it is irresponsible not to provide the best care we can as a medical community, care that could involve marijuana.
We have been terribly and systematically misled for nearly 70 years in the United States, and I apologize for my own role in that.
-Dr. Sanay Gupta, CNN
I traveled around the world to interview medical leaders, experts, growers and patients. I spoke candidly to them, asking tough questions. What I found was stunning.
Long before I began this project, I had steadily reviewed the scientific literature on medical marijuana from the United States and thought it was fairly unimpressive. Reading these papers five years ago, it was hard to make a case for medicinal marijuana. I even wrote about this in a TIME magazine article, back in 2009, titled "Why I would Vote No on Pot."
Well, I am here to apologize.
I apologize because I didn't look hard enough, until now. I didn't look far enough. I didn't review papers from smaller labs in other countries doing some remarkable research, and I was too dismissive of the loud chorus of legitimate patients whose symptoms improved on cannabis.
Instead, I lumped them with the high-visibility malingerers, just looking to get high. I mistakenly believed the Drug Enforcement Agency listed marijuana as a schedule 1 substance because of sound scientific proof. Surely, they must have quality reasoning as to why marijuana is in the category of the most dangerous drugs that have "no accepted medicinal use and a high potential for abuse."
Dr. Sanjay Gupta is a neurosurgeon and CNN's chief medical correspondent.
They didn't have the science to support that claim, and I now know that when it comes to marijuana neither of those things are true. It doesn't have a high potential for abuse, and there are very legitimate medical applications. In fact, sometimes marijuana is the only thing that works. Take the case of Charlotte Figi, who I met in Colorado. She started having seizures soon after birth. By age 3, she was having 300 a week, despite being on seven different medications. Medical marijuana has calmed her brain, limiting her seizures to 2 or 3 per month.
I have seen more patients like Charlotte first hand, spent time with them and come to the realization that it is irresponsible not to provide the best care we can as a medical community, care that could involve marijuana.
We have been terribly and systematically misled for nearly 70 years in the United States, and I apologize for my own role in that.
-Dr. Sanay Gupta, CNN
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
180 Thomasian Seniors.
I made this back when I was still a Freshie.
It's a collage of the DPs of the people who were active in our group.
Time flies so fast.
It's a collage of the DPs of the people who were active in our group.
Time flies so fast.
That's me (Vendetta Mask) and Admin Alan (Jersey #20) in the middle.
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
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