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Today is July 22, 2005, a cloudy Friday at Vancouver. David is sittig in an office, staring at the monitor, not working, but day dreaming. He has learnt the true beauty of spacing out and slacking off. Too bored to even get himself some water, he decides to update his blog to kill some time. Looking back at the last post, he sure has been acting like a lazy ass...

Anyhow, after that freakin' intro. I want to talk about the new book I just purchased, it's called the NECRONOMICON. It is considered to be the most DEMONIC piece of work ever written/found in human history. It's written by the Mad Arab, at least that's how others thought him to be, during 720AD. This book introduces many rituals, seals...etc. to summon the Ancient Ones, who are the equivelant of Devil and Satan.

I do believe in the existance of God, although I doubt the credibility of any religion existing today. He did create the world, but he is definitley not what Christians, Muslims, Buddhists...etc. imagin him to be.

This book, the NECRONOMICON is claimed to be the book of dead, the book of conjuring the demons, and the book of ultimate Evil. I, however, look it as another mythological work not any worse than the holy Bible or other Scripts. To me, they are the same. They all reveal the fear and respect people show to God, whoever and wherever he may be. However, there are differences. the NECRONOMICON teaches people to communicate with, to study from, and eventually to manipulate and control the Ancient Ones. Bible, however, tells us to blindly obay the order and will of those who dwell above us in the land called "heaven," and to fiercely hate those who lurks below us in the pit called "hell."  To certain extend, the NECRONOMICON is more daring, and of course, the ideas can not be accepted by most people. Who would have thought of controlling God?????

I am still reading the book, and have not yet finished it. As the disclaimer states, I may be in danger in the hands of the Ancient Ones, but who knows? I may be abel to conjure some sex demon out someday, lol.

So, just sit tight and cross your fingers everyone!!!

David

July 22, 2005. At empty office

it's a sunday today, a boring one.

havn't felt this way for so long.

there's nothing can be said at all,

so, that's it for today's blog

April 2

Today is a Saturday. A boring saturday just like every other one. It appears that nothing special is going to happen later, nor has any happened earlier.

Writing essays about JNJ, Johnson & Johnson...what a screwed up compnay? changes annual report all the time, manipulates data, operates in China and causes environmental there. Screw them!!

Unfortunately, I can not write any of those in the essay...This is the pressure canadian education system exerts on every students...

well, head back now...

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Poetry

I used to write poems. Poems can, and will effectively reveal my feelins. At one time, I was god damn'd good at writing them. I felt like god: gave soul to a blank sheet of paper, and created the existance of this ultra-romantic being. And yet, i stopped. Why is this true? Is it because I suck it now? nah, impossible. Is it because I have nothing to write about? nah, at least I can talk about landscape, and write an aesthetic poem. But what is the reason?

Well, the fact is, I am old enough now. When i was still a young boy, I dreamed of being able to write poems. Just like everyone else, I used to enjoy day-dreaming. Not in a dull, space-out phase, but just "dare to dream" if i may call it.

that so called "Romance" belongs to every dreaming young guys/girls. True, it gives them a sense of " love "? or "beauty." In fact, it is far from being tangible. As time goes by, I am no longer attracted to these "spiritual" or "mental" romance; rather, I usually find myself soaked in the flow of materialism. I now wish to generate "romance" by other means. To me, Wine and cracker works better...

Oh yes, another important term associated with poem is "soul mates."  I used to wish for one like that, and maybe I still do, but how often can you find one like that? Girls all love the idea of "soul mates" and that's why they are drawn into the idea of poems. But I now understand another way of express the idea of "soul mates." Therefore, poems are no longer needed.

To all my friends: If you are reading this blog, and are still writing poems, or wish to wirte one, try to produce as much as possible while you still can. After a few years, these feelings may never come back to you again.

One day, I may wake up, and decide to start writing again. Hopefully by then, my skill will improve, since i will be having new and refreshed feelings toward poems.

until then, Welcome to the Real World!