|
LunaticRR
|
read my profile
sign my guestbook
Name: Ruhullah
Birthday: 11/6/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: I like to sleep alot, eat stuff, drink Zapple, disturb people, play my PS2, read good books, wacth comedies and action movies. I hate beaches i have no idea why though, but i just do.
Expertise: Useless Advice Giving, Heart-Broken Listening, Joke Making/Fun Having, Tease Master, Info Finder.
Message: message meEmail: email me
MSN: raular_r87@hotmail.com
Member Since:
5/12/2004
|
|
| Whoohoo!!! (Multiple use of the exclamation point(!) to signify extreme
excitement) (Explanation of use of symbols in case of low user brain
capacity average) (That could be you) (Sidenote-I have never used this
many sub-notes in bracket in a consecutive string of sentenses.
WHOOHOO!! Double excitement)
But anyway, these pages of the ol' blog have been recently graced by
the words of an author other than me. This is quite an acomplishment on
my part as I can't even get a decent number of visitors here just to
READ.
I have to say I am rather confused about this. I've done everything
right. I blame marketing and management. Damn my manager. He/she hasn't
been managing my assests properly. This may lead consumers (sheep-non
literally) into believing that mine is a sloppy and unorganized
establishment and I at the helm of sloppyness and disorganization.
Can't have that.
So I'm riding all my company blog value on that one post that could
force a market turnover in terms of general acceptance of product.
Maybe once the shee...consumers(thats you) read that they will think
that the whole blog is filled with posts of that standard and recomend
it to thier friends and families, and come on guys, what a blog or two
among enemies?
On a closing note enjoy this post and all the previous ones. Enjoy the
best one that maybe you can guess which one it is. I have been giving
serious thought into a company relocation to the friendster.com blogs.
It seems they have better marketing plans and better traffic. Hollar!!
| | |
| WE see love in fairy tales and are often so bounded by its magical atmosphere that we too are brain washed to think of love in that manner. And I mean, every time the prince will get his princess and the princess will always be very pretty, elegant and what not…sometimes these stories can be so superficial and yet we still fall it, hoping that one day we will experience the same thing…yes “one day”!
It’s so sad to see people dreaming about their perfect partner when in actual fact that person is right in front of them. Which brings me to my next point; we never fail to take things for granted, especially the people around us.
Have you ever looked into someone’s eyes and feel that all your troubles are insignificant and that both of you are in a world of your own – perfect and serene!
Have you ever heard a person’s voice - so gentle and charming that clams you, especially when you have had a rough day.
Have you ever felt your heart is pounding so fast when you are reminded of a person that makes life worth?
If you have, Congrats! You are in love!
| | |
| Okkey, I've had it up to HERE(since you can't tell where here is,
imagine me holding my hand up to neck height) with rubbish music being
churned out at top speed just to sell and get money. Yes sure thats the
ultimate goal of everything in this world, make music-get money, make
clothes-get money, wax other peoples legs/back-get money, but for the love
of God, at least stop openly treating us like the fools we are and
shoveling rubbish music our way all year long.
For one, I'm getting very sick of this Avril Lavinge character. She's
the biggest poser in th music industry to ever walk the face of the
earth and it pisses the shit out of me!! (don't think about that sentence
properly. Trust me)
Another God-forsaken "musician" would be that wierd wanabe called J Lo.
Clearly she is the benchmark for music gone to the dogs. If you can
call whatever she does singing, then she does one hell of a crappy job
at it. I could create garbage like that, add a few rhythmic beats,
dress in a skimpy outfit and shake myself silly in front of a camera.
Then there are the whiny losers called Simple Plan, who whine and
complain about everything in just about every song they can fit into a
whine filled album, with track likes "God Must Hate Us". Seriously
guys, I'm sure he does, I know I do, and Satan is probably hating you
too, so either way things arent looking to bright for you.
Oh and I swear, if ANYONE spells out B-A-N-A-N-A again, I'll scream.
God can you believe anyone making a song like that? Gwen didn't make
much use of herself in a band, and clearly solo efforts aren't faring
too well either. Darn her and her garbage music...
| | |
| Well the way things are going these days, life is looking very good,
and I'm actually quite pleasant now. Much more cheerful, and happy. So
much so in fact, that when spoken to by mother figure, I no longer grunt in
a displeased manner in reply. I actually take time to half-smile
when I grunt in reply nowadays.
Yesterday was a pleasing day. So pleasing in fact that Ammityville
Horror didn't even register on my mind when I was bathing sometime after 12 and the
light went out and the two red eyes blinked in front of me in the
shower. I attempted to introduce myself and make conversation, but
there seemed to be some exasperated demonic voices that at some point,
became what I thought sound like "HELL! It's HIM?!"
All in all, a very nice day yesterday. My grandmother seems to be
sulking about not being in India mourning over the passing of her
husband. I say send her off if she wants to be there so badly. We can
manage quite well I believe.
| | |
| So, I may have lost my resolve the last time, and I may have said that
the next time I might "reveal all", to put it simply, but keep your
hopes down. Nothing like that here today. I still haven't recovered my
lost resolve. Sucks to be you if you are dying to know.
Come to think of it, I believe I am the only person who visits my blog.
To read AND to write. How sad is that? How I know this? Well my Visitor
Counter shows 403 now. It was 402 the last time I came to admire my
work. Through my powerful powers of deduction (ie I'm hazzarding a
guess) this would suggest I am my own visitor.
In a way this pleases me. Ever heard of the term "self-love"? Well
nothing like that here either. I'll tell you why. Because I've got
someone else to love. So my self-love will have to be diverted for the
time being and my growing ego subdued.
As for today's long awaited point which I shall now come to, all I can
say is that while previously 28th of June was just another day for me,
it is now a day I shall forever cherish. Further detail on this pending
(as I see fit).
| | |
|
