Your vocabulary is an insult to my lack of intelligence.

Paintball match today. Like I predicted, full physical recovery, 6 weeks, full psychological recovery 6 months. Well, not really. Maybe for Sanjay(shot in the forehead, swelled up after bleedout) , Ian(shot twice in the kidney), Julian(shot in the neck, looked really really painful) and Euch(shot in the arm twice, both shots within an inch of each other).

We didn't play in the regular place cause it was closing early and the rain was starting. Played in the ridiculously overpriced Danga City Mall one(350 bucks for 2000 bullets? Bulleshiteze)



I got shot very close to the crotch. Lucky. All other hits were to the helmet and one on my elbow.

I think I have to retrain my system to sleep early. Otherwise blog posts get THIS bad.


I have come curiously close to the end, down,
Beneath my self indulgent pitiful hole.
Defeated I
Concede and
Move closer. I may find comfort here
I may find peace within the emptiness. How pitiful.

It's calling me

And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping.
The moon tells me a secret:
"My confidant. As full and bright as I am,
this light is not my own
A million light reflections pass over me"

The source is bright and endless.
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting.

And as I pull my head out
I am without one doubt
Don't want to be down here
Soothing my narcissism I
Must crucify the ego
Before it's far too late
I pray the light lifts me out

Before I pine away.

So crucify the ego
Before it's far too late
To leave behind this place so
Negative and blind and cynical

And you will come to find
That we are all one mind
Capable of
All that's imagined and
all conceivable

Just let the light touch you
And let the words spill through
Just let them pass right through,
Bringing out our hope and reason.

Before we pine away.

Not my favourite song, but the best lyrics I've ever heard. Especially since the song is almost un-Tool-like.

I know I shouldn't be posting lyrics on this blog. Posting lyrics is probably just as bad as posting a comic strip(or reblogging). It's almost lazy, except for the whole process of formatting.

So from tomorrow onwards, all things lazy and more diary oriented will be shoved into the Junk Yard, so that it doesn't end up unused.

Also, goodbye Gurdave and Brendan(if you're reading this).