Other than Paul, I haven't come to know anyone else (personally) who attempted to do world-travel on a shoe-string budget. And he has some pretty amazing stories to tell. What I do know is, if given a chance, I don't suppose I would ever just up and leave. The problem with me is convention: I'm too rooted in it. As much as I would like to think of myself as a radical riot, I can never be, because of my conventional family. Well, not all that conventional but enough.
Supper the other day with Paul, Daniel and Rasheel. Probably one of the funniest conversations I ever sat through. I wanna do this again!
The main point of this post is to say that the blog will now see some revamp, hopefully in a better direction, somewhat inspired by the shutdown of my
bloggoddess's blog (i think she's considering a comeback). That, and also my interest in keeping up a blog is fast burning out no thanks to annoyances that can't seem to leave me alone.
Further on hatemails, besides the millions that
Xiaxue is getting for her unwise SPG sliming (as we're all aware what horndogs Singaporean men are). I was honestly appalled and disgusted to hear that people get hatemail about the worst parts of their lives. Recently risen-to-fame blogger Kenny Sia got a hatemail when reminiscing about father's day and his late father.
IP Address: 219.93.174.106
Name: jenne
Too fucking bad. Your dad died. Big fucking deal. I bet he committed suicide knowing he spawned a retard of a son.
Shocking. Even
Mr Brown had hatemail jeering at his little daughter's autistic condition.
These people, I swear to God, will one day have their balls ripped out and throwing into a chemical fire, preferably nuclear, and along with their eyeballs.
On a heavier note, I have recently found that many others are dealing with the same kind of pain that I am. I guess I found the answer to the question I was asking myself last night in the middle of all that swollen-eye crying.
How does anyone deal with so much pain? Of course I'm not alone. Of course there are others out there who understand what I'm going through who might be going through much worse. A.R, I know you probably won't be reading this, but I really hope your mother gets well. And it's not impossible. Nothing's impossible if you have faith.
Lord, don't give up on him yet, please. I pray desperately. And maybe if you're reading this post, and even if you're not that staunch, maybe just utter a short little prayer for all who are ill and battling to live.
