no one cares bout cliches' anymore rite?
we jus do it.

huh?

Road Rage

To all my friends who revels at the thrill of speed.
And engulf themselves so much in the screeching sounds of tires.

Well, theres a story. Hopefully this can serve as a reminder for all of us that all, shall, be more responsible on the road and do not abuse our wheels.
Do read on, pls. be my guest.

ROAD RAGE

" Western PA has quite a few ghost stories and legends surrounding it; the steel city saw more than its share of mysterious goings-on over the years.

I married recently and moved to the Pittsburgh area to be closer to work. I hate driving and traffic and the like, so it was welcome change to live closer. I'm a self-professed aggressive driver. At least, I used to be.

The road on which I travel to go to work would immediately bring to mind haunting imagery; a dark, twisting road in the thick of a well-forested area. So it came as no surprise to me when I learned from one of the locals of a legend circulating about that road.

It came to be that I was heading into work early (as I often do, as Pittsburgh traffic is crazy). It was dark out yet; cloudy, no moon, and extremely quiet. I'd had a strange feeling since I'd woken up that morning...like the feeling you get right after you've seen a great horror movie; you know it's fiction...but you still avoid mirrors for awhile just in case there really IS something there.

I headed out and arrived at the road in short order. This road is a two-lane one way road, so there is no oncoming traffic for the stretch of it. Since it was early, I decided to keep towards the center of the road. Deer abound in this part of town, and I had no desire to hit one.

It was really dark and some fog had gathered. I put on my high beams so I could see a little better. I heard a car somewhere behind me, but couldn't follow it because of the bends and the trees.

The wind was blowing and the fog seemed to be getting thicker. Ahead of me, I noticed some taillights. I shut off my high beams and slowed down, so as not to startle the car in front of me. Suddenly there was a squeal and tires peeling, from somewhere behind me. I looked in my mirror and saw a car flying like a bat out of hell. It was in the left lane (I was in the right) and it flew past me. I blew my horn to warn the car in front of me, but it was too late. Tires screeched as the speeding car smashed into the car in front of me.

It was a horrifying sound. The car in front of me rammed into a tree, and the speeding car spun around it and crashed into another tree somewhere ahead.

The road was too narrow to stop on. I drove past a little ways, to a point where I could stop, and rushed back. As I ran towards the crash, I heard the sickening sound of a horn, blowing constantly. I grew worried and doubled my pace. By the time I arrived, the horn had stopped. I headed to where the cars went off the road...but nothing was there. Not a trace of them. At first I thought they'd driven off; that the crash wasn't bad. But I hadn't seen them drive by.

I looked to the road where they first went off. There were skid marks, but they were faint; as if they were years old. What's more, the guardrail that they'd crashed through was intact; it looked almost brand new.

I was terrified beyond the capacity for words, and I felt like the forest was going to suffocate me. I turned around to head back to my car and nearly tripped over something. I saw what it was; a small plaque affixed to a stone, facing the road. I'd never noticed it before. The inscription read:
"In loving memory of the three lives lost the morning of July 6, 1998. May it serve as a warning to those suffering from Road Rage."

I ran back to my car and never looked back.

It was only a few months later that I recounted my tail to a friend in a neighbouring condo. Our buildings all have private, outdoor entrances, and we ran into each other coming home from work. I asked him if he knew anything about an accident about 2 years ago on that road. He invited me in for a drink and I relayed my experience.

He listened intently. I thought he would think I was nuts, but when I finished, he spoke softly and understandingly. He told me that a mother was taking her little girl to school on that road on the morning of July 6, 1998 when an angry driver, who had taken the road as an alternative to the morning traffic rush, sped by and hit their car. The mother and her little girl died instantly. The driver was hospitalized for a few weeks and released. He admitted that he suffered from Road Rage, and could not take the main street traffic; that's why he went the back way.

On the one-year anniversary of the accident, his car and body were found, at the spot where the ladies' car had been.

A new guardrail was constructed in honour of the three lives lost.

I could hardly believe this story, as it seems to have fit what happened to me perfectly. I asked him why I had never seen these things before. He told me that, as the legend has it, the tragedy is only revealed to those in danger of repeating it. Needless to say, I have never once since that day driven aggressively or angrily. It's just not worth it.

Sometimes late at night or early in the morning when I get up I can still hear the screeching tires on the nearby road. I can still hear the explosion, the horn. I often wonder how many others in our community can hear it too... "


Submitted from: PA, USA

Soul Search

Kerry, I hope u sees this.
cos Im dedicating this to you.
There are some certain things n certain songs that when we come across again, it reminds u of some ppl.
Well, everytime I listen to this song you jus inevitably springs to my mind. just like that. You became like a permanent fixture in the song to my head.
perhaps its bcos wat the songs sings about, are wat ive been tryin to say to u all along.
Just that, really I dont know how to convey them out in words to u.
I may be no good at sayin things to u now, but I think I know how bad it is to go thru wat u r goin thru now.
So,

wanna give " Save You " by Simple Plan.

when u do read this entry of mine, n when u finally listen to this song.
go find out bout its lyrics n content.





today, I found out that Im in need of some serious soul-searching.
so maybe after listening to that song, you can do some for ur own too.


Love

the End of Second Coming

she was never reali ever there all the time.
but mayb that would be for the better.
coz i wouldn know wat to do if she was there

Shemale In Your Closet

u know I learnt and hear from places n ppl that chinese songs r very beautiful in the sense that they focus more on da lyrics n the meanin in it. and that the alot of those english songs emanating around us are jz made to ryhme n how danceable it can be made out to be.

50/50 for me here.

on the chinese songs meaningful lyrics part. eventhough i dun understand them, ( but i have alwiz in my mind thought that the chinese,mandarin, is the most beautiful and delicate language of all kinds it alwiz sounds less rough than the others and u dun find a few vulgarity in it really )
umteen times i have been told from alot of ppl whether close frens or forums that jay chous songs hav reali meaningful beautiful lyrics like cai hong qi li xiang blabla. well hes the only chinese artist i reali listen to after all

but the thing is bout chinese songs r that they only have mostly those sad love soppy songs zzzzzz.


elsewhere in btween, on the english songs . not entirely true that they dont hav lyrics that make sense. thats y i mostly listen to alternative genre coz its totally diff from the likes current hiphop rnb and pop coz they usually jz want u to dance to it and make da tune be easy on ears.

of late, I really liked, note LIKED, that Shewolf song from Shakira at 1st when it jus came out.
i liked how it sounded. its catchy yea.n i dun even nit to mention how hot that colombian songstress is. but as time passes, as i got to make out wat the lyrics r all about i find it ....really stupid.
Blatantly stupid.


" .... theres a shewolf in dsguise, COMIN OUT COMIN OUT COMIN OUT.
theres a shewolf in your closet, open up and set her free.
theres a shewolf in ur closet, let it out so it can breathe , ( gaspin for air sounds )..."



WTF? let it out so it can breathe ??




fkin brilliant piece of ingenius stuff.

Shane Dawson in Flaws.

hate yourself?

flaws overfloodin ? wish you could outdo some part of yourself huh

hair dat looks like armpit, fat, small boobs, outcasts alike.

Learn.

"imperfection is the new perfection."

everyone has those days, everyones got sumthin.

even the Jonas Sisters. their eyebrows

Kurt Cobain, Nirvana :

" tryin to be someone else is a waste of yourself. but shootin yourself in the head is not a waste "

really. check it out.

Unwell Not Crazy

hahah sick d.

dai sei.

T_t