Thinking out of the box.

Creator of everything: I'm bored. ._.

His friend: Why? You created me to entertain you! o.o

Creator of everything: I'm bored of you. ~.~

His friend: Oh... How about create something again? q.q

Creator of everything: Splendid idea! *Fishes out a lighter from his pocket* *.*

Creator of everything: *Pf--pfftt* *Pulls down pants and places the lighter in-between his ass-crack* x)

His Friend: o_o

*PUUTTT -- VOOOMMMMM BOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM* ~ 'The Big Bang'!

Creator of everything: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! *Ass on fire!* >.>

His Friend: GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! *Rofl* HYAHAHAHAHAHA!! You bored NOW???? xD

Creator of everything: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! *Fondles his ass-cheeks vigorously in retarded attempts to put out the fire* >.<

-While the creator and his friend was participating in their squabbles, the Universe expanded from a primordial hot and dense initial condition (lol).-

END of Part 1

Creator of everything: Hey lookie, me fart created balls of dirt. @.@

His friend: Duh you're the creator - hey, look! One of them is on fire. O.O

Creator of everything: Yeah just like my ass was. ._."

His friend: *Pfft* =x

Creator of everything: *Stares* >:(

His friend: Hm, I like this blue one. *.*

Creator of everything: Just leave them be, they probably won't entertain me much anyway - they are just some balls of dirt! ~.~

His friend: Aw... So how do you want to get entertainment now? o.o

Creator of everything: Hmm, let's watch SouthPark! e.e

His friend: Yay! ^_^

-After a certain period of time...-

His friend: Hey, there's mould growing on the blue ball. o_o

Creator of everything: O.O! There are things running in the mould too!

His friend: Ohh they are eating one another - COOL! ^_^

Creator of everything: Ehhehehehe *Grabs some popcorn* Let's observe this piece of fine art by me... I'll name those lizards Dinosaurs... n_n

-After an amount of time of observation...-

*Creator and his friend munching on popcorn*

Creator of everything: UGH! I'm getting frustrated! Why is the same thing repeating OVER AND OVER AGAIN!? AHHH!! *Flips his popcorn* D:<

His friend: The popcorn!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! (Slow-mo!) >_>

-The popcorn flew with great force, flying towards the mouldy ball inhabited by dinosaurs. Its acceleration increased significantly as it entered the range of mouldy ball's gravity pull. The popcorn invaded the atmosphere of mouldy ball with monstrous speeds, the friction between its poppy-exterior and the air of mouly ball ignited it into a ball of flames. The flaming popcorn collided into mouldy ball at the speed of a flaming popcorn, triggering a series of historical events; the extinction of Dinosaurs and the Ice Age etc.-

Creator of everything: *Watches his popcorn collide into mouldy ball, tossing it into utter chaos, wiping out the existence of dinosaurs and creating the Ice Age*... I think I just created something else... o.o ...

His friend: *Stares with mouth hanging open* :[]

Creator of everything: THAT WAS SO F*CKING AWESOME!!! OKAY!?!?!? TIME FOR AN ENTIRE NIGHT OF MAHJONG! LET'S GO! WOOT! :D

His friend: ... ... ... (Can't believe I was created by this random idiot... I wonder what did he do to create me... A fart to create a universe and a popcorn to... I'm so scr*wed! I'm an abomination of randomness!) ... Okay... Mahjong... Right... -_-

END of Part 2

Creator of everything: This game Mahjong is so addicting! I wonder which genius created it! I never get bored of it even after some good centuries! @.@

His friend: You, know? I'm glad you're having your fun but this is causing Reality to be neglected. I need to get you some Mahjong-addiction aid, this cannot do, we've been molesting tiles for the past few hundred centuries. -.-

Creator of everything: *Pretends to not hear his friend* ... *Sounds of clashing Mahjong tiles* ^_^

His friend: ... ... ... -.-

Creator of everything: ... ... ... ^_^

His friend: ... ... ... -.-

Creator of everything: ... ... ... ^_^

Overall atmosphere: Awkward... ... ... ~

His friend: Create something. -.-

Creator of everything: What? ^_^

His friend: Make something so Reality ain't that neglected! Best, make something that can make yourself stop playing Mahjong! D:<

Creator of everything: What can I make that can do that? o_o

His friend: HOW THE HELL DO I KNOW??? YOU'RE THE CREATOR!! Try something you've been wanting to try since you were somehow created! >.<

Creator of everything: *Thinks really hard* Hmm... I KNOW! YES! I've been wanting to create something like this for a looong time! *Gets really excited* :D!

His friend: Great! Lets get started! What idea do you have? o.o

Creator of everything: I'm going to make a retarded mutant of an organism! :D!

His friend: Right... ... ... At least that's not mahjong. Okay, get started. -.-

Creator of everything: Mmmmm, let me see. First I'll need a vessel but I can't quite think of one that will fit into the theme 'retarded'... *.*

His friend: ... ... ... Right. Since it's for Reality it'll need to be balanced somehow. :\

Creator of everything: 1 leg 3 heads? Na... 3 legs 1 head? Na... Hmmm... Those dino-things mostly have 4 legs... There were some with 2 legs, 2 really small claws and a really big head... LOL HAHAHAHAHA! Now that I think of it, that's pretty retarded. Hmm, I know! I'll let it have 2 legs, 2 very long claws and a very small head! HAHAHAHAHA! xD

His friend: Okay then, it's settled! You made your choice on the vessel now think of what to add in as its contents! =.=

Creator of everything: What??? Do I have to??? It's done already! :(

His friend: WELL DUH YOU HAVE TO OR IT'S INCOMPLETE! >:[]!

Creator of everything: FINE! *Tosses everything into the vessel* :3

His friend: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?!?!? >:[]!

Creator of everything: ADDING THE CONTENTS!!! ARE YOU BLIND???? ^_^

His friend: WHAT KIND OF HALF-ASSED CREATION IS THAT??? >:[]!

Creator of everything: MY KIND!! *Shakes the concoction of 'everything' vigorously* Just watch how it'll turn out, OKAY? -_-

His friend: I'm sure that organism is just going to get itself pwnt with zero abilities of survival. :\

Creator of everything: NO THEY WILL NOT! I'll just add in a huge dose of something cool! Like power and strength! D:

His friend: Try intelligence, or I'm sure it'll just turn out like those dino-thingies again. :\

Creator of everything: Good idea! Hmmm. It's so boring if they all look the same though. I want to make them vary... o.o

His friend: Think Reality. They can vary in size, weight, alot of things! -.-

Creator of everything: Good idea! But I thought out of something better! ^_^

His friend: What? o.o

Creator of everything: I'll give them different COLOURS just for VARIETY! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Now that's retarded! xD

His friend: Whatever makes you happy... ... ... -.-

Creator of everything: I KNOW! I KNOW! I'll give those who live in hotter regions... Uhm... ... ... HAIR!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! LOTSA HAIR! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! This is turning out to be so fun! xD

His friend: Some creation is that! I'm sure that if you continue doing that, that blue ball's going to get destroyed! =.=

Creator of everything: *Pfffft* Don't worry? There's more from where that came from? *Points to his ass* I'll name these, HUMANS! GYAHAHAHAHAHA!! xD

END of Part 3 (I added lotsa emotes to amplify the effects)

Holy or not?

Living on is the courageous thing to do; bullsh*t. Sacrificing yourself for somebody else is an act of honor; bullsh*t. Helping others who are in need is the correct thing to do; bullsh*t. Killing people is wrong; bullsh*t. Moral values; a whole bunch of bullsh*t. A good person is someone who -INSERT BULLSH*T HERE-; bullsh*t. Life is meaningful, vibrant, fresh; seriously, go suck a d*ck.

These statements that restrict your actions, blockade your consciousness, forcefully shape the way you percept the world and how you stereotype others. They may be right to a larger extent in the past, but, not now. Now, everything is hollow; life ain't as simple as it is in the ancient times. Everything isn't what they seem they are. The life right now may be filled 'luxuries' and 'opportunities', but are these truly luxuries, are these truly opportunities? There's always another side to things, like how there'll forever be 2 sides to a coin - and it's not 'heads' or 'tails', it's 'heads' and 'tails'. You can flip the coin and say it's 'heads', but you can never deny the existence of 'tails' behind that very piece of metal. The 'heads' that's above is just like statements I mentioned - it's simply on top of the coin, where most of the people will be able to see it. Flip the coin over, and you see the other side, whether you like it or not.

Lie to yourself, tell yourself that it ain't true. Believe in what you want - humans only believe in what they want to believe in anyway. However, the facts are the only things that'll be left behind after you run out of lies to cover it up. It was a realistic world that we lived in, in the ancient times, but, it's an extremely realistic world that we live in now. Sometimes, so realistic, materialistic, that life ain't just as magical as it was depicted to be in the past. Life just ends up simply not worth living, sometimes. This 'sometimes' is just going to keep feeding on this reality, grow, evolve, mutate, into 'almost everytime', and then into 'life's not worth living, at all'.

Life will continue to deteoriate. Soon, life will be death and death will be life. Life will be unholy and death, will be holy. Then, to rid of the pains of life, death will become salvation.

-GreyKliche

F*ckers

These few days I keep seeing news about Jack Neo's affairs... I like his movies. No, wait, I f*cking love them. These news' titles break my heart even when I only took a glance. The movie this genius and his team churns out never fail to achieve its objectives - be it to make you roll on the floor laughing, or spam tissues.

What was that word? Ohh, yeah, 'respect'. Respect, dude.

He is having some personal problems; in my opinion they are. I'm not that much of a nosy-tard to read those articles on his problems and thus do no possess in-depth knowledge of what is really going on. However, those happenings makes me feel really sympathetic towards him. Even though he may be at fault, but because he is some sort of a celeb, he is having it way harder with those news spreading about like forest fire and those cruel, harsh, have-nothing-better-to-do, inconsiderate, insensitive gossipers talking behind his back.

Yeah so, I think that gossiping is bad, yeah? (duh) Especially when it has completely nothing to do with you and it is of personal matters. Yeah, those gossips don't matter, they arn't important. What's important about Jack Neo is that he has admirable achievements unlike 99.9% of the gossipers.

Peace.

GreyKliche

New theme?

Alright so, I reached home today late in the evening, from a long, long day of school (f*cking hate filing).
Then my cute little brother greeted me "Hello, "Grey""(not, duh...) and my mom wasn't very happy with it. She began a gentle lecture with him, teaching him to greet me as big brother (to display respect), which then sparked a dilemna within me (even though it is none of my business)...
Okay, so, I was wondering, why is it considered 'rude' to refer to an elder in the family with his or her name/full name.
What I can think of is:
1. It is rude because it is considered rude by alot of people.
2. It is rude because it is a tradition.
3. It is rude because you should not refer to an elder with his or her name.

What made me doubt this seemingly illogical tradition:
1. It is illogical. (To me, at least)
2. It does not make sense.
3. AT ALL.

I admit that I too agree by heart that it is rude but my my logical side says "NO. Scr*w that r*tarded tradition - it makes no f*cking sense!" I do not dare refer to my parents with their full names; or my grandparents; or my relatives.

So, what do you think of this tradition? Leave your comments in the tagboard.

Shift

16 years or less,
I've lived without stress.
Now I have to try my best,
Put myself to the test.

Looks affect me focus,
I don't know how it does it.
Like some hokus-pokus,
I can't concentrate; no shit.

Me haircut on Friday,
Me have it me own way.
On Monday me test me luck,
Me'll bet meself and probably get fucked.

Dragged out of the crowd,
My hair fucking loud.
Yay.
I know it's not rhyming,
Coz I can't be fucked,
Into thinking
- Hey! It rhymed.
Whatever.

-GreyKliche

This is life

Your life begins:
*You are born (with parents/without parents/with disabilities/healthy/rich/poor/dead)

You grow up to find out that:
*Your parents are (loving/uncaring/capable/parasitic)

From your grades you find out that(if you go to school):
*You are (gifted/retarded/hardworking/lazy)

From your experience with people(friends/family/strangers):
*You are (a person loved by many/hated by many)

From living, you find out that:
Reality is (a bitch/fucked up)
___________________________________

Part 2.
In the middle of your life:
You manage/fail to find (your girl/your guy)

If you found your partner:
You (fail/pass) in sustaining the relationship

If you fail:
You decide to (look again/give up)

If you choose to:
Give up, (congratulations)

If you choose to:
Look again, (good luck, be prepared)

If you sustained the relationship:
You are (happy/unhappy)

You are then a (happy/unhappy) married man/woman.
________________________________________

Part 3 coming soon...

OH ****

I was supposed to print the chem notes,
By Monday for chemistry lesson.
I went to the photocopy shop and it crushed my hopes,
For it was closed; on vacation?

I called some friends,
And asked for solutions.
But they too were out of plans,
I'm in for damnation.

I should have got it done on the previous dates,
But my mind was blank on those days.
Now I'm drawing closer to the shitty fate,
Of being raped on Monday.

Why must you close today?
I've prepared the money to pay.
Oh, this is just my luck.
Tomorrow, I'm fucked.

-GreyKliche

Wrong direction

I'm heading in the?
Wrong direction.
Why is that so?
The temptation.
What is the source?
My accommodation.
How is it to be solved?
My determination.

In the wrong direction I head,
Wondering where would it lead.
Even when I know shit,
That it leads to hell's pit,
I convince myself I don't know,
And I continue going with the flow.

I say I am comtemplating,
The truth is?
I'm procrastinating.
I know it is contradicting;
I know it sounds unconvincing.
But I know those similar feels something;
That what I've said ain't no bluffing.
You know as well this shit's annoying.
You hammer it down and it comes back,
As though you did nothing.
You put up some impressive mental-fighting,
No matter how energy and time-consuming.
But at the end of the struggling,
You will still give in,
To this unbeatable curse of delaying...
You still end up surrendering.

I know what this leads to, too.
I ain't no bloody fool.
Despite that, I still do what I do.
I am a complete fool.

It's time to fill in what I lack;
Harsh determination to put me back on track.
My schedule shall be fully packed,
To bring my lost time back.

The wrong direction's destination,
I show no appreciation.
For what I want, is achievement;
What I want, is self-satisfaction.
I do not seek annihilation;
I do not like disappointment.

So what shall I do?
Seek motivation.
Why motivation?
To breed determination.
With determination?
I change my direction.
With a change of direction?
I have changed my destination.

-GreyKliche

The tagboard [Random post]

I got the URLs from 'the yellow thing',
Which went to stop procrastinating.
From the URLs I obtained something,
Which I then coloured to make it sting.

Next to my posts lie a tagboard of mine,
Black and yellow - its coloured fine.
Some say yellow is too feminine,
But I say "Please don't waste my time."
I have already said that it is mine,
Thus you can suck my meaty limes.

Others say black is too gothic,
But I say "Stop being a prick."
I am one you don't wish to tick,
Or else your balls I shall kick.

Why did I say it stings, you see?
Because it's coloured like a bumble bee.
Black like my hair, yellow like my pee,
Both are colours from a part of me.

Coloured it for I was bored,
And made this glaring tagboard.
Flashy now it seems, my blog,
But don't worry, I am the lord.

- GreyKliche

Blanked out

My juices dormant,
No molecular movement.
Everything silent,
What I seek hidden in the content.

Searching in desperation,
In my own sea of information.
Battling with the rebellious currents,
Time's the limitation.

He gave me another chance,
In the 'waters' I danced.
A ray of hope and I pranced,
But I made totally no advance.

Finally I gave up hope,
Adrenaline's my dope.
In the 'waters' I begin drowning,
Nothing but 'water' I groped.
I can't cope,
But will I die? Nope.
I'm down with 50 lines,
What a joke.

-GreyKliche

The never frowning clown.

Smiles outside,
Stressed inside.

Showing my teeth smiling,
Inside blades sharpening.

A compilation of murderous intent,
Hidden inside to be vent.

I have attached the fuse,
When shall it be used?

---

It shall not be lit,
For it ain't worth my fit.
My teeth I shall grit,
and toss this bomb into the pit.

The reason of the reason stupid,
Yes I mean that piece of shit.
This oath I shall keep,
and bury this hatchet not-deep.

I will never let it go away;
It won't anyway.
I will remember this everyday,
Until the day I fade away.
But don't worry okay?
Because I'm GreyKliche.

This shit won't bring me down,
I'm the never frowning clown.

I will take it down,
From my insides.
Kick it out of my town,
Right into the wild outside.

- GreyKliche

Thoughts.

I can't stop thinking.
Involuntary like blinking.
Thoughts in my head swirling.
Returning even after dismissing.

In my head they stay,
Never going away.
Lingering day after day,
Getting in my life's way.

I don't know if this is an ability,
Or is it mankind's liability.
Thoughts never leave you alone,
They will never be gone.

They bring mankind inventions,
Unaffected by suppression.
Created by the brain's procession,
Unable to be 'removed' unless forgotten.
'Forgotten' is not deletion,
Hiding behind other thoughts causing hesitation.
Eluding your vision,
Bringing irritation.
Ignoring their existence,
You live in ignorance.

They are factors affecting your judgement,
They become the judges that conclude your action.
You become a victim of condemnation,
As you fall into slavery to them in your every decision.

Screaming in confusion,
Unable to comprehend your thoughts and action.
That is when you experience realisation,
Finding out your thoughts' achievement.

They have conquered your mind,
Pulling the strings in your head's behind.
Your thoughts now have control over your nature,
Altering your very character's structure.

That is when it is too late,
Your personality's at hell's gate.
All signs of your thinking they eliminate,
You begin to submit to fate.

You have become a being of logic,
A being that claims to be realistic.
Emotions hidden in the dark attic,
They accumulate and corrode you like acid.
The ending is apocalyptic,
You will break down in mental fatigue.

-GreyKliche

A piece of thought.

How do you appease?
By letting them do as they please?
Why do you appease?
Is it to create peace?

If you let them do as they please,
You will be the one pissed.
If you want to create peace,
You have to sacrifice something at least.

It doesn't make any sense,
Or am I the one too dense?
Mind in a trance,
Consciousness stuck in an endless dance.

Isn't peace a good thing?
It is, I think.
Then why is making peace like a self-invasion?
I don't understand the contradiction.
We leave our backs open to the opposition.
We give in to them no matter the condition.
Just so they can have a sense of satisfaction.
Is that not like a self-invasion?

When we fail to please,
We appease.
When we displease,
We appease.
Why do we appease?
Why do we seek peace?
Is peace important?
Is peace consistent?
Does it have a guarantee?
Or even a warranty?
You put your life on the line,
To achieve an ever-fragile inexistent.
If you think it's fine,
You've got guts - have a compliment.

The more questions I ask,
The faster they generate.
This is an uncompletable task,
with this ever-increasing production rate.
Behind this smiling mask,
Questions congregate.
I am still on task,
Despite my subconscious submission to fate.

-GreyKliche