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I wanted to type something today.Something close to heart.But i typed halfway and deleted the whole post.The lucky ones might have seen it being posted for about 10 minutes or so.I guess,its just another moodswing of mine,concerning someone in particular i dont even know of.As i typed,i felt that i was utterly crushed under the reflection of myself.This particular someone has got no relations to me,and appealed to me merely by looks.Ive always thought that judging and liking someone by looks,is a shallow thing to do.The hollowness of your mind and heart is laid out before the eyes of all once you tell people how you feel about how you like that person because she;s "cute" or "pretty".That sonorous sound made by your empty head,just like an empty vessel being banged on.Hollow,shallow,and thats what i thought of those people.But what makes me?Whats so different between me and them?I find myself flawed,so flawed that I havent realised it myself.That's the biggest flaw of flaws.Not being able to realise one when it slaps you in the face.You smile at it and leaves it under your bed.I dont see that line being draw anymore,as if being blurred by my self desire.Please fill this empty vessel of mine and let me sink to the bottom of the ocean,where the light of day only just brushes my hull,and brainless lifeforms as my passenger.Where even the biggest hammer cannot make a any sound with this empty vessel.I feel so hollow,because i realised that once in my life,i am the type of person i hate.Dont you just hate to realise things like that sometimes."Hey,arnt you the type i hate?".Yeah.It stinks.But,just sometimes i guess?Sometimes.

Just a sudden thought.Yeah.

Song of the Moment---Forgetful Lucy by Adam Sandler from the Soundtrack of "50 First Dates"

The Hukilau was the place
Where I first saw your face
We liked each other right away
But you didn't remember me the very next day
Forgetful Lucy
Has got a nice caboosey

I used to trick you into pulling your car over so we could chat
But my favorite time was when you beat the shit out of Ula with a bat
Then we drove up to see Dr. Keats
And found out why Doug always has to change his sheets
Forgetful Lucy
Cracked her head like Gary Busey

But I still love her so
And I'll never let her go
Even if while I'm singing this song
She's wishing I had Jocko the walrus' schlong
Forgetful Lucy
Her lips are so damn juicy

How about another first kiss