KHAI :D Ironically the Metaphor is a Pun.

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Wednesday, July 25, 2012 If money is bad then it doesn't matter which side of the coin is better. It shouldn't even have been made. What if one day you woke up. Notice that you are a victim of a despicable crime. There're witnesses to back you up. So you're certain of who did what to you. And you remember the suspect. And you know the suspect. And you decide to give him a chance to turn himself in. But he doesn't. And when you're done waiting and cannot take it anymore. You confront him. It is a despicable act. Life changing definitely. You cannot forgive someone of doing something so foolish. Especially if its someone whom you've had thrust your trust upon for years. A chance was given for him to plead guilty. But he did not take that chance. He has to pay for not realizing his mistakes. For the stab wound on your back. For all the nice facade he's been showcasing to everyone. Behind this mask is a fucking culprit. Oh, where is the justice. Time to unmask this villain and let come to light what ought to be brought, to light. Period. What if one day you woke up. Noticed you're being accused of a despicable crime. There're witnesses to go against you. You only have a sorry ass excuse of, "I swear I don't remember this happening." And you really, really don't. But everything is pointing towards the direction that the crime is true. And for a few days prior to this realization that you might actually, really be a suspect, you haven't a single clue someone's been expecting you to turn yourself in. To admit to your mistakes. To acknowledge that you know you're in the wrong. Everyone talks to you and asks you to give it up. This act.. And plead guilty. But no matter how you want to.. you cannot bring yourself to plead guilty. Because you.. apparently have got a sorry ass excuse of... "I swear I don't remember this happening." And you really, from the bottom of whatever heart you have left, really don't remember any of this happening. Period. I don't know if it matters which story you read first. Go ahead and read the second one first, then the first one, second. We shouldn't even be in the courtroom in the first place. The difference between a victim and an absolute victim. The former has fewer rights. The latter ought to have more. Here's your gavel. Your jury. What's my offence this time? You're not a judge, but if you're gonna judge this, well, sentence me to another life. - Paramore Thursday, July 19, 2012 When the larger portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant. When all that is relevant doesn't make sense or is unfortunately, never enough. We seek what is beyond what we thought was the end. My venture into the realm of irrelevance has always been fleeting. As if I have no control over it. A risk, a gamble. Whatever you call it, the point is to never make a bet that you know you will instantly lose. But lose over time? Now, that is something I'll only start to realize later on. The potential of success, succeeds, albeit in blinding me from the potential of failure. The future looks bleak when even the now is starting to look worse than the past. But if a seemingly irrelevant bet will show me what is truth. Then it is a good bet. One that I probably would've eventually made, no matter what. But, fuck. How do you close Pandora's box? Speaking of the seemingly irrelevant, indulge. So sentimental. Not sentimental no. Monday, July 9, 2012 I used to be smarter. It's crazy how I can stumble upon a random blog, love reading almost every post typed in that space, and then realize the stranger has been alive in this world, for only as long as... well, I have. Kinda makes you muse over how wide the intellectual gap can stretch between two random people of the same age. I mean, how do you feed a child with so much desire to achieve more and more knowledge. I know education bored the fuck out of me in Secondary school. And that probably set the benchmark on how smart I'd eventually (want to) be/am. I simply was more interested in things that fun would bring. Oh, Naiveté. Whatever. If there is such a thing as an inferiority scale, I'm saying that mine sky-rocketed upon the 3rd post I had read. At an age where I'd rant about a useless outing that had temporarily made my day, others blog about how they are appalled at the capriciousness of the society they live in. Clicked on 'Archives', hoping that the earlier posts would be less intellectually-crafted, only to find out they are equally as interesting, if not even more so. What a Benjamin Douchébag Button.
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