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Friday, July 19, 2013

Holla back mudabitches. Ha, just joking. Guess it's starting to get more interesting now.


Ok today I am going to narrate a story and my dearest readers, you can add your own pinch of salt and pepper to add the desired flavour. See I'm quite fair, I'll give you the opportunity to add your own twist until it catches up real bad on me.

The murderer and the murdered murderer


There was a murder on Vague Street. Jelebi was walking down the street and she saw the streets cordoned off by the police and she knew there was a murder. All this while she hated murders and even the murderers. Well, at that juncture, she could never understand why people would want to murder another individual. Hence she always had this deep-seeded hatred. She used to share her hatred to the trees whom she considered her friends. But she never told anyone the reason behind her hatred. She was just too sure that she will never be pushed to the limit of murdering someone else. 

(Fast forward to 5 years later.) One day, a cuckoo bird flew to the nearest tree that it could locate and decided to "lepak" (chill). The cuckoo bird decided to lepak at one of Jelebi's friend's branches. The cuckoo bird got into a conversation with the tree and sooner, cuckoo bird revealed to the tree that Jelebi had murdered someone before. The tree got a shock of its life and it started to sway left and right and it even tried to sway backwards. The cuckoo bird got scared and it flew high into the sky. The tree then decided to drown in its own sorrow. Well the tree never thought that Jelebi would ever murder someone. 

Jelebi was walking towards Vague Street to meet her friends and all of a sudden, the siren of a fire engine pierced through the silent evening. Jelebi ran after the fire engine and to her horror, her friends were burning. Jelebi screamed her lungs out. Her knees grew weak and she dropped to the ground due to severe exhaustion. Suddenly, a piece of paper flew towards her right cheek and she flipped it over to glance at its contents. "Jelebi, we're disappointed that you could actually murder someone. How could you ?. Didn't you speak ill-ly about murderers and murders and so how could you do the same thing ?. We're so disappointed and so we decided to burn ourselves. We will take a rebirth and we will never want to be your friend ever again. Thank you for playing with us and stealing our apples, Jelebi". At that juncture, all Jelebi do was to look at the remains of her late friends. 


So at this juncture, I would love to ask who was the murderer and who was the murdered murderer. 

1) Jelebi was a murderer yes. But was Jelebi truly a murderer ?

2) The trees self-sacrificed to attain a new birth but by all honesty, did they murder Jelebi aka, the alleged murderer ?

3) So is knowing something and understanding it, the same thing ?. Hell no. As per Mitch Albom, even he thinks that knowing something and understanding it is not the same thing. So at that juncture, who gave the trees the right to assume that what they know is probably what they actually understand and murder the poor Jelebi ?.

Well this is the main reason why I am against such 'smart-alecs' or even the 'smart-alec-wannabes'. Makkal, if you cannot be smart, at least try not to act smart la. Or even if you cannot stop yourself from acting smart, at least have the self control to stop your "naarae vaayi" from yapping about. You deliberately spin stories about people without understanding what you actually know and you think that naturally elevates your position to that of a Pope (supposedly someone who is so pure because he promotes celibacy). Please la, you're simply spoiling other people's happiness la dei. No man can be elevated and placed on a pedestal based on his/her own assumptions alone. You should technically not deprive another human being of what he/she has access too. So when you behave that badly to a fellow human-being and ruin her own happiness, you got the cheek to assume that your values are bringing you to places ?. Even if the veins beneath your skin doesn't twitch with that ounce of a guilt, I am here to tell you on your face that, bitch, "knowing something and understanding it is not the same thing". So as long as you never made that decent attempt to understand, your position as per my POV is seriously downgraded. If you don't become a Christian just by going to a church. You got to uphold the values. Simply said.


Anyways, I was chancing upon Aarthi Sankar's defunct blog by accident and strangely, her 1st entry made 3 years ago makes so much of sense now. I am going to copy and paste snippets of it. Aarthi Sankar, please don't sue me dei :P

"I mean, cliques are crazy. Lets say you fall out with one person, that inevitably means a good half of your clique isn’t going to talk to you and the other the other person. Worst still, cliques that involve a few romantic relationships as well. Those are even more complicated and the minute a pair breaks up, there is so much of mudslinging or side-taking. No offence to all those of you have a huge circle and love them. I respect the fact that you guys are able to manage some dainty and fragile relationships and juggle them. I have always never been able to have such luck and for some reason I have come to wean my life off all these crazy big circles."

I figure having individual friends works a lot better for me. Somehow, its always easier to let a friendship/bond/relationship stand on its own feet when its just about you and that particular person. That way, both of you and not external parties control how the relationship moves, what is private and what is to be shared. Intimate moments are truly intimate and non-intimate moments remain within your private sphere. When relationships sour (don’t mean to be a pessimist but they always do), at least both parties can pack their bags and walk off.

All that aside, I think any friendship can last if both parties remain non-judgemental. Anyhow, back to my initial point – good, sturdy friendships work on the premise of non-judgements. You know you have a true friend if you can come to him/her anytime and say what you feel at that exact point in time and not be judged for it 2 years later. 


I just love the way Aarthi put it so aptly. But the major problem is, I do understand that alot of stupid people exist but sadly, some dimwits believe that telling others within their surroundings about what is meant to be within an individual's private sphere is justifiable or else, they simply got to say "sorry" to the members of their surrounding or pout for a few days and naturally, their sentiments would score higher. Like seriously ?. Who gave you the permission to bring an individual's private sphere to light ?. Trying to manipulate the minds to reverberate likewise ?. Please, saying "sorry" or "pouting" for a few days isn't going to reverse the damages. NEVER. You should have exercised sheer caution. Not that I am so hard-up about the stuff that was revealed. But my only burning fury is that, you believe that what you know is probably what you had understood but I am here to say that hell you mudabitch, that isn't the fact at all. Hence at this juncture, who is to be blamed ?. Or else, who is getting the brunt of a bad decision-making from a very matured individual ?. uh huh ?.


Sometimes I wish that there would be a confrontation because I have some 'naakai-pudunkuraan' questions to ask more than 1 soul. I wish I wish.






Well, as long as people think and assume that what they know is what they understand, such intelligent probes would be omitted. Tsk.






Well this is 101% true !  Well at least this was revealed at that McCafe when some people decided to betray their old friend by choosing to tell another member of the group what they think they understood from what they got to know. I mean at least if that particular friend whom I explained briefly spoke about it, I wouldn't have labelled it as a betrayal but then again, she didn't say anything. Well, if they had been decent friends, they would have known that his queries were touching my own private sphere and would have directed his queries to me but no. My private sphere became their public rant. I am still wondering who gave them the rights to talk about me when I wasn't even there and when they knew only peanuts about the whole situation. So who ah ?. Please explain leh. Still wondering lor. Where art thou, betrayers ?. Don't look far, just look infront of you because they love to don the friendship veil. YUCKS.




I finally decided to get this book because I wanted a slap on my face. A slap of reality.I want to know how I had wasted so much of my time on unnecessary idiots. I think I need an invisible time keeper. I mean can you believe how I used to sacrifice some Friday, Saturday and some Sundays just for pure friendship from the heart only to get betrayed and having my own happiness stolen. Very deserving, right ?.


Anyways, last night I chanced upon some pictures and it kinda brought back some old memories. Memories that always manages to tear me down. So I ended up chatting to N for like 3 hours on 'Whats App' and I realised that I HATE MESSAGING on my S3. It was alot easier to messgae on iPhone. Anyways, even R was sharing his own stuff with me. I was kinda down. Messaged Cow in the morning and somehow, she managed to like you know pull me back up and she just understood it all. Like you know, you would want someone to like really really understand and not just know ... well she did it. She literally understood because she went through her own fair share of brutality and she knows and UNDERSTANDS. Such a beautiful friendship and it all started from words first. Hmmm. Will be meeting her tomorrow and I promised to be less shy (HAHAHAHAHA) and we got to transform into camsluts. Oh anyways, I am horrendously disappointed with V. So all those that you told me was just a wipe-out ?. Fuck you, V ! Thank God, I deleted you and sent you that FB message. Seriously I cannot believe you actually decided to have those people around for an important event. REALLY ?.




All right, this will be the CAR ! Wish me luck people. I am kinda nervous especially since I would need to like learn the "biting point". 


To be honest, I know myself really well enough. I place alot of value on memories - people who create those memories. Like if you're my friend and I do prioritise you, I would even want to be there by your side as you pluck out your teeth (unless you don't want me there). Because those are events that can give me good memories - memories that I bring to my grave. Yes. Well even if you do not graduate with flying colours, I would still be there as your personal unpaid photographer. That is me. But once you rattle my feathers alot more than I can handle, trust me, I will become a major bitch. A bitch whom you cannot handle. A bitch who wouldn't think twice about murdering you. I didn't change - I just ran out of my threshold for tolerence. I know deep down that I would fight the motherfucker who hurt you if you really mean alot to me but don't expect that once you've crossed my threshold for tolerence. Me taking the bullet and me pulling the trigger depends on you, yourself. But have the decency to paint the accurate picture of me. Not a picture that you would want to world around you to see and "jing-jak" to. YUCKS.



To all the awesome ones - even from that surroundings - Have a chilled frozen strawberry margarita. Oh last but not least ah, "Goom thalakadi giri-giri, lala pettai vada-giri".


Oh have an awesome stolen moment/happiness ! Adioz.




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