I'm pissed off.

I shouldn't be. It's not that big a deal.

But, if there's one thing I loathe, it's people enroaching on my territory.

Now my territory, and how sensitive I am about it depends on a ton of factors. And most of the time, I'm the only one who sees it as my territory....and most people don't see any type of territorial stake at all.

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I'm pissed off.

I don't like losing, either. Especially, when I'm off being religious while the end of the contest goes on. Add to that, the contest was something I identify myself as. It's my fucking name....
I'm pissed off.

And now I'm being told after being nice, sucking it up, moving on, that pft, I should just give up on what I tried...and go with what I'm being told to by the one who won?

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I'm pissed off.

Move out of the way, bitch.

Played nice for long enough. Time to face how much I don't like you.

I'm pissed off.

But am I just jealous?

Dance Like Nobody's Watching....Though They Always Are

I've been getting an obsession for the emotion dance potrays lately. Just the way you can release so much while dancing, how people can relate to you when they see you dance, the sheer scope, everything. Music, dance, emotion. It goes around like a carousel. Interconnected, you know?

There's so many different types, salsa, tango, ballet, bharat natyam, contemporary, hip hop, need I go on? Yet they all strive to connect to the music, to those who watch, and especially to the one who dances. Some are for fun, some send out a message, some depict and add to something else....but dance, in that movement is meaningful, is amazing. Dance is music in motion. Music for the sight....

Little repetitive ode to dance, sorry.

Anywayz, happy last day of 2008 to those who are already at December 31st.

Can you believe 2008 is already over?

Warm and Fuzzy

What makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside? As if everything is so perfect that you want to freeze the moment and keep the feeling forever? When you pay special attention to everything, just so you can dig the memory out later and relive it in your mind?

What gives you joy?