Toes part 2...

From the previous post I realised there is much to rant about my odd feet..

For starters my shoe size is a healthy eleven thanks to my GIGANTOUR TOE! Yup ladies and gentleman gather round at the marvels of a toe that makes your shoe one size bigger!

My housemate was exclaiming that generally the second toe would be longer or of equal length to the first but NOOO i had to be the special one with the extra large toe. (No its not to overcompensate for anything)


Exhibit A

Also,if there are any aspiring doctors reading this (or well informed would-be dentists) i have a blood clot under my nail that keeps bleeding and i fear will cause my toe to be gangrenous,therefore rendering my toe a viable candidate for amputation.
Which woudn't be such a bad idea seeing as it would keep me down a shoe-size.Wait, that's on only one foot. Fug.

Exhibit B

And marvel number three. My foot has NO ARCH whatsoever!I suffer from flat feet(also called pes planus or fallen arches). As i have pointed out (and have been victimised for) my foot has no arch. This would be my excuse as to why i suck at football (How can you excel at something that has foot in the name when yours are deformed). Apparently flat feet is a disability (Yay i get parking spots) and is one of the few reasons to be exempted from the military (JOY!) so yeah I'm not saying it doesn't have perks.

"Studies analyzing the correlation between flat feet and physical injury in soldiers have been inconclusive. A recent study of Royal Australian Air Force recruits that tracked the recruits over the course of their basic training found that neither flat feet or high arched feet had any impact on physical functioning, injury rates or foot health. If anything, there was a tendency for those with flat feet to have fewer injuries."

SWT!WTF-lah..

So yeah I'm cacat. But owh well these are the feet that i was born with and although it gives me as much prowess in football as a worm, leaves my legs aching after a measly 2 hours of walking around trailing women on a shopping spree, or might cause me to have rheumatic arthiritis at an older age. Well i woudn't have it any other way.

Flatties unite!!! (Legs only)


Exhibit C

Wait so that explains the feet fetish...

Toes...

If toes were an extension of fingers,

Then weddings would be costly (I hear toe rings cost more),

Kids would have more to use to count (screw the bloody abacus),

"Main kaki" woudn't be such a disturbing thing (especially when observed sneakily under AIMST cafe tables),

but hell,they're just another form of useless bodily appendages that sets us apart in this myraid world or conformity.

Just ask those of us with toes shaped like baby fingers (morbid) or whose toes are the same length as my fingers (not so morbid).

Why the sudden fascination with toes? I have an internally bleeding toe with collected blood under the nail that i pray does not go gangrenous...GAH!





Sorry for the horrendously sappy video..That's the only one they had of this song..

EDIT:Gees I'm gagging at the pictures in the vid..please just close your eyes if you will..the songs good i swear..no offense mi amour..

Mistakes...

I'm caged in indifferent bars,
Clutching perpetual scars,
Trying to avoid mistakes,
While passing these speeding cars.

The bridge is not to far away,
But will I make the leap?
I've made so many mistakes before,
It haunts my halted sleep.

I sat at crossroads long before,
An image I've always abhorred,
The roads that I have taken,
Have only sown discord.

I've only given tears,
Fuelled her every fears,
Spent my life a-wasting,
My mirror filled with smears.

So at the bridge I'll hesitate,
But I will crash at the bend,
And as i fall straight down below,
Then my mistakes will end.

-To those of us who have always made the wrong choices;hurt the people that we love-

Regards,
Jeremy Ryan De Silva

How juvenile are you?

I was randonmly having a thought yesterday. Most of us have the most juvenile of email addresses. Examples? oreolover@,juicyducks_tasty@,tricky_boogie@, and the kicker my own mercybringer@ (gees i was at a really holy point in my life,give a guy a break)(Shut up boys i was holy,i was a altar server for pete's sake!) (EDIT:AM not WAS)

so yeah..

Then i got to thinking. How did i end up with an email add like that and i realised just how much i've missed from when i was a kid. Well not exactly a kid it was probably around form 2. And i realise ghow thankful i really am for having an email add that has the magical power of digging up my past. I mean I've grown. We all. But it's nice being reminded of times when people were less matured (some still are,you know who you are,don't deny it,liar)or perhaps when you were.

Pretty soon were all going to make a new more (gah) professional email add. I already have mine. Beacuse god-forbid 30 years from now you go

You:Yes Mr. Gates I'll have my people contact your people via tele conference next thursday GMT. Owh my email add? penis_wilder@gmail.com..............

HELLO?

HELLO?
MR GATES??

SO yeah. But it's a nice reminder. So if you have a goofy MSN email add. Wear it loud and wear it proud =) Have a great weekend..

Owh song of the week?

Augustana - Sunday Best http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rz5F0SARWyo

(I have a poem swimming in my head about juvenile addresses that probably will be up soon)(I blame it on pre-finals stress,gah tons of microbio left to do and all i can think of are witty email address's please O' body of mine do not self combust in horror....haaaaah)

I owe myself seven years of pain..

I owe myself,

Sixty years of sorrow,
Seven years of pain,
Twenty years to loathe myself,
The shame that is my name.

A year for all the times I wasn't by my sisters side,
A year for never being there,
For things she tried to hide.

A year for all the things i said that hurt my mothers heart,
The guilt of which will stain my face,
And tear my soul apart.

A year for all the friends I've lost,
Their faces now a ghost,
Who stood by me when I fell down,
When I needed them the most.

A year for every tear I've shed,
A wasted piece of art,
I never had the strengh inside,
To stop them from the start.

And ten more years of sorrow,
For the times I failed myself,
I let some people walk away,
That never should have left.

I stopped what I had started,
Broke down and left the road,
Gave up on things I shoudn't have,
Left people in the cold.

Was selfish with my words,
Was taken up by pride,
Yet let my insecurities,
Claw out from deep inside.

Hung on to self pity,
Walked blindly in my bluff,
I owe myself seven years of pain,
But still that's not enough.

Katy Perry...JIMP

I'm posting because i cant get the Katy Perry website. There's too much traffic. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!No I'm not joining her fan club if thats what your thinking.Heh.The new vid is out and I'm not checkin it out for the bloody song(Though it's good).But HELL she's hotter than AIMST in the month of July.(Or any other month that isn't raining for that matter).

Well after careful observation, most of the girls i know can't live a day without ranting about one hot guy after the next.Ranging from that guy in Slumdog to that guy in Infernal Affairs to that guy from some bloody Korean Drama. Hence,the quest to see if it works for guys.

So yea Katy Perry drool drool gurgle gurgle. Doesn't seem as much fun for us does it? Hmm another gender-bender issue perhaps?Or maybe we cant be obsessed about one women long enough before moving on to the next?Sorry boys but you know it's true,there was Lilly Allen and then poof Katy Perry shows up HELLO DOLL!!

Apparently celebrity obsession doesn't work so well for men? I mean there are some who obsess over 'em.Perez Hilton is one of em,but uh yea thats on a different page of men altogether.Or maybe it's just me? I need to do my homework.Dude's up for a survey? :)



Boy's her face is up there.I know,i know.Me too.

Alone in a crowded place..

Have you ever had the feeling that your alone in the world?
Caught me by surprise. A hot saturday afternoon in the freakin' study area.(Always overcrowded,jeesh).

And boom! it hit me like the stench of the dissection hall. I felt like i was alone in the world. Fuck!! I rarely curse here. But yeah.

And it's not like a feel-good midnight contemplative feeling that makes you think. It's this depressing,overwhelming feeling of loneliness. Like your the last person on earth and the only person you can really talk too are the thoughts in your bloody head. Damn.

I actually panicked and looked around to see if anyone else noticed the feeling. I imagined it would be an epidemic sort of feeling. Expected to see everyone looking around wondering what was this crappy feeling. To justify my sudden bewilderment at this onset of depression.

But no,everyone looked peachy fine studying,chatting (the term STUDY area means nothing anymore),trying to score some foundation chick,trying to impress some random guy. Hmm. And yet every person there seemed detached from the big picture. Like in the movies where the protaganist is standing and everyone is passing him by in a blur. Through my eyes at that moment the place looked like a canvas and i was the painting and everyone else was just background colours. I panicked and left for my room.

As i type i still feel detached from the world. Maybe its been the depressing week. Too many disappointments,too much work,too little satisfaction once it's done.

Hell i don't know. I hope everyone has these I'M-ALONE-IN-THE-WORLD bouts or I'm in trouble. I hope it lasts into the night so at least then i can relish in it.

I need an understanding Marge Simpson(Why marge simpson?Ah,but that needs to be explained in another post) to sing me Jumper. Is that asking too much?

He understands..

Misinterpret,misread,
The look on your face,
My feelings of dread,
You see me as if I were dead.

I cry out,no fault of my own,
I need Your strengh,I cant do this alone,
I need some peace,the cold like a stone,
It shatters the bone.

But listen He calls,
Your never alone,
Misread,misunderstood,no longer in tone,

I'm with you He says,no matter the thoughts,
I'm with you He says,no matter the cost,
They will not listen,but I am ever attentive,
I gently call when you get defensive.

When emoness comes,and you feel alone,
Remember that I never have left you out on your own,
When most vunerable,never you fear,
I give you my strengh,for I put you here.



An aurora,one of the most beautiful things I have yet to see.