Divided Emotions

Raya's approaching. This coming Sunday to be exact. But it's different this time around for my family. The reason's are not to be blogged about but it's just not the same. Life is hard. It's sometimes unfair. I'm sure many people have gone through their ups and downs. And I'm sure I have a long way to go before I can sit down on my rocking chair and just chill while I see my kids struggling, studying for finals, last minute assignments, failed love life. So many things. I would like to quote Renton of Trainspotting.

"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?"

This doesn't mean I'm gonna get addicted to heroin or anything. I've not poked any drugs into me mind. I just find that movie "Trainspotting", awesome. I watched that movie and "Snatch" recently, and I find that I love British movies. Or atleast movies with British actors/actress. I guess their type of humor is a little bit different than the norm. I loved "Run Fatboy Run", "Hot Fuzz", "Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels". I think I just love their accent. Ah, life.