The 26th of August. Mere date, insignificant it really is, and yet, comparisons were made. Reflective thoughts stream through like white waters, only thing is there really isn't calmness claimed to be seen in hurried and violent waters. This is not a impulsed depression of words, it is just a measure of a phase anyone would give time to. Creation of mutuality; they're lies I say. No one has to be bothered by my methods of relief, that of course, would usually pass off as "emo". Strange as it is that "emo" has little impact to lead to judgement and stereotyping, it is a step to discrimination and a superiority-reflex.

Well sadly, this is all going no where. Other 26th August to come, this year's spent pinning this down.

"The bridge to Terabithia", fiction at it's best, but I was taken aback. So much so that I've decided to blog a post about it. And somehow I am saddened by it all.

It is more than just a story for minors, it is a story about realism versus surrealism. A story about idealism. A story that dwelt with heavy emotion unconventionally portrayed; silently given. Who would have thought the translation of script to film would have fed such immense provocation. I am in awe of the film. Then again, the film has a root grown into slight sadistic intentions I must say. The forming of a cliché relationship, the climax that seems to draw closer, and the sick destruction of it all through death.

My overall take is a show worth the time.

A million things to be said, one word to describe - hypocrite.

It's a pity as to how I was so oblivious, and well, naive enough to think that I'd fit in. It's also a pity as to how I would have never thought I'd be mindfucked by mere words. And it is disgusting and an utter waste of my time to have bothered. It was an amazing feat to have asked for mercy and show gratefulness to people who have mere ideas of your taste in social lifestyles.

Sadly, what I would never raise a victor of is to be champion of my beliefs - "it's a fuck waste of time to even bother myself with negativity".


So why thank you, and congratulations, I could never be more earnest and truthful when I say, "fuck you, kan ni xi peh bu".

Go fuck yourself, seriously. Disgusting ungratefulness.