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MohammadHanif
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stress anger laughter joy
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Stress, anger, laughter and joy. These four feelings basically have one thing in common. They can be spread, easily. Laughter and joy. These two are like, good stuffs. Spread them around. Make the world a better place. However, its not laughter or joy that caused the reaction for me to post this. If you realise, my previous posts have been in the rather negative side of my life. And so will be this post. As contagious as laughter and joy are, so is stress and anger. When someone is stressed and/or angry, they're similar to that of a ticking bomb. It might sound a bit exaggerating, it might be, but you get the point. Basically that bomb will explode either in time or if you do anything wrong, and i mean anything. Of course i did not realise that my actions was wrong. In fact, i still don't think it is. So after what you did, the bomb blasted. Then, the bomb became a plush toy while the person who got blasted obviously got burnt and if in real life would have most probably died. But we're speaking metaphorically now. Anyway, blasted person now becomes the bomb. . . . . . . I'm just too lazy to continue with this. fuck fuck fuck. the point , it is a cycle. either the bomb will explode back at the plush toy or to another person. haizz. I'm sorry that you have to go through whatever you go through, but i'm a person and you can't expect me to take the heat and expect it to go away just like that. I'm sorry.

and i guess those words are for me. haizz. whatever it is, DON'T include my mom into this.
Type-d by; m.hanif


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