He lives

He finds home with the maps scarred on his arm, and the wounds unhealed within his subconscious.

He knows full well, that he cannot live out his hedonistic dream.

He is the dying mother of his own mental being, conceived and experiencing the world folded onto itself.

He is born out of myth, and exists by reacting with what we accept is reality.

Awaken.

Dayaan W.

This must stop 'Tree'.

Look,
I'll level with your tall, towering ass.
I know it isn't eaasy being a tree, especially with the Swedish running around.
But really, you cannot, honestly think that people would mistake you for a human being, thats just wishful thinking tree!.
Stop being such a cunt and assume regular tree behaviour, you cannot run with those legs tree!, they're just made of bark, even a chipmunk with a chainsaw could catch up to your stupid ass!.
I'll bet your tree friends think you're all that with your two legs, but you don't fool me you bastard, I know I waved at you when we met, but that was just me feeling sorry for you.
Motherfucker.
Get back to your roots tree.

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Alright so I decided to put up my own homage to the person who runs one of the most awesome blogs I've come across.
The tree I picked was one I photographed myself in an eco park at the Kandalama Hotel in Sigiriya.
Oh yes , big-ups to the 53rd Division of the Sri Lankan Military on finally putting an end to the LTTE Chief.
Thats all from me now.
Bai.

Rawr

I am a rebel
Or am I really?.
A long time ago, I used to rebel against anything that stood in the way of my pseudo-hedonistic lifestyle.
But that was me at 18, today I can admittantly say that I base my opinions on whether the information regarding the subject matter is easily accessible or not, which sounds pathetic really.
I hope that people who ever had a measure of respect in me can forgive me for this, but there have been incidents where I've come out on top without question.
I honestly have no clue why I decided to write this, I've been yearning to write about anything, for quite some time, maybe it's just me desperately wanting a magnum opus of my own, ignoring the fact that I've got a lot more time left in this world.
But I feel I've lost faith in faith itself, I could pass inexplicably, leave a trace for a year, and then be forgotten like a firecracker glorified.
A cousin of mine here in Sri Lanka recently reminded me that the emotions you show, the extreme ones that are born out of a social reaction, are the manifestations of God himself, i.e, you being as hateful and ripe with deceit, at your worst time, is but a mere measure of how vicious God can be. As for me, I've been loved and discarded, as well as loved and discarded, driven to sheer terror, madness, love, depression , each born out of each other like a chemical imbalance that can never settle.
And probably never will, but I don't really mind in a way, after all, to feel is to live.
I believe that in order to exist, to truly exist on Earth, you need to react with the environment in some way, no matter how small, or insignificant. You could bump into someone on the street that you've never even met before, and it would have some kind of effect later.

I actually typed this out a couple of days ago, thinking I'd complete it, but I honestly couldn't be arsed right now.
Sorry.

EDIT: I just got back from an awesome trip to Sigiriya last night, we stayed at a couple of hotels, the second one being the Heritance Kandalama which was just beautiful since it was built around a forest, almost everything left undisturbed
http://www.heritancehotels.com/kandalama/

Thats all from me now,

Bye <3 :)

Better than crack

I miss(ed) the 80s :(

Once held

"Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire."

-François de la Rochefoucauld

Omegle what?

So recently I came across this anonymous chatroom called Omegle, it's basically the online equivalent of being thrust into a dark room with a complete stranger and forced into conversation.

This of course irked me, for no reason other than, what is an omegle?

My failure in finding a meaning behind it, and my newfound disdain in stupid words that lack a purpose other than to describe a retarded idea that it was made for...
...led me to write out this post at 5 minutes to 5 AM :).

Now I'm sure that, like me, you guys see how this idea can go terribly terribly wrong.

So I decided to try either annoying, or freaking out my given 'Stranger' into disconnecting, this way I can be a nuisance and nobody can really do anything about it. =D

I should give up therapy.

Anywhoooo..


Stranger: How are you?
You: I'm good
Stranger: where you from?
You: Croatia
You: what are hobbies?
Stranger: cool
Stranger: capoeira!
Stranger: are you man or woman?
You: wow
You: I like to nun slapping
Your conversational partner has disconnected.



SUCCESS!
Lets try again, I think I'm getting the hang of this :).




Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: HEY
Stranger: hello
You: MOTHERFUCKER , GIVE ME BACK MY CAPSLOCK BITCH
You: FUCKER
You: GIVE
Stranger: son of a bitch fuck of
Your conversational partner has disconnected.



I'm a pro!



Connecting to server...
Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: Hi
You: *drumroll*
Stranger: Huh?
You: NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP
You: NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN
You: NEVER GONNA TURN AROUND AND
Stranger: Asshole
You: DESERT YOU
You: NEVER GONNA LET YOU CRY
Stranger: Go to hell im leaving
You: NEVER GONNA SAY GOODBYE
Your conversational partner has disconnected.



w00t RickRoll' achievement!



Connecting to server...
Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: Hey
You: POOP ON MY FACE
Stranger: HAAHHAH
You: PLZ?
Stranger: that was funny XD
Stranger: d00000000d hizzlemynizzle yo
Stranger: wazzup?
You: MY BEARD DESIRES TO BE STAINED BY YOUR ARSE NUGGETS
Stranger: take that on my ass please!
Stranger: nananan sing with meh
Stranger: comeon comeon
Stranger: dont play so cocky come on.
You: look, I want to post this as a funny conversation on a website
You: why won't you cooperate?
Disconnected.



Well you can't win them all.
Also with that last one, I realise I'm in danger of raising a few eyebrows o.o.
Call me sick at will, if theres a job to be done, I'm going to do it right.

IshouldprobablybesupervisedbyentirelifeIknow

Bai <3

iCan't Sleep

I was just telling a friend (this post is going to come off as boring to you now that you know what it is so move along, you know who you are haha) , sometime after I finally got around to watching that Benjamin Button movie,

I wish I lived in a movie, and I know I'm not the only one who probably feels this way.

That way, you'd know when something bad was about to happen because of the rise in tempo of the music, which would give you enough time to get out of the way because that killer panda moonlighting as a ninja is totally going to rip you a new one.

Some people want to know how their story ends, some would rather wait for the surprise, or for some, an anti-climax.

I'd want to know whats in store for me really, I'd have a chance to improve on it, or just be content with the way things are when current affairs go awry.

I guess for a select few, you'd really be able to categorise life with movie genres, you'd be able to tell one personality from the other that way non?.

If I had more readers here, I'd ask them to post a comment with what director they'd want their lives done by, but clearly I don't.

Incidentally, I'm loving this two sentence minimum shift thing I have going here.

Ingenious.

I've realised theres really no point, or cohesion with this entry so heres a picture of a sleepy hedgehog.