FAVORITE QUOTES BY PARKER

Looks like Parker is gonna have to crawl through the air duct again. God forbid anyone else would have to learn how to fricking crawl on their stomach through a tiny space. It 's not rocket science, people.

I once saw a horse kill a clown.

Look, flying isn’t really all that scary when you think about it. I mean, there are a lot more likely ways to die than on a plane: car crash, house fire, electrocution, drowning, auto-erotic asphyxiation. I mean, fact is, death haunts us every day, no matter where we are.

What I'm thinking when the air stewerdess is speaking

Place the mask over your mouth and nose and breathe normally.

In the event of a water landing your seat cushion can be used as a floatation device
But lets face it, if this thing goes down into the water more than likely the impact will kill you

Please take a moment to locate the nearest emergency exits.
Because if this plane is on fire, you would want to get out quick :) yes it will burn to over a thousand degrees. Thats hot folks.

S8945142F, Your enlistment date is on 11/06/09. Your reporting unit is TRAINING LIST BASIC MILITARY TRAINING CENTRE SCHOOL 2.

I want to know...

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Or do i have to walk by again?

YOU BELONG WITH ME

YOU BELONG WITH ME
YOU BELONG WITH ME
YOU BELONG WITH ME
YOU BELONG WITH ME
YOU BELONG WITH ME

Its raining again

It's raining.

The kind of rain that comes down so heavy it sounds like the shower's running, even when you've turned it off. The kind of rain that makes you think of dams and flash floods, arks. The kind of rain that tells you to crawl back into bed, where the sheets haven't lost your body heat, to pretend that the clock is five minutes earlier than it really is.

Ask any kid who's made it past fourth grade and they can tell you: water never stops moving. Rain falls, and runs down a mountain into a river. The river finds its way to the ocean. It evaporates, like a soul, into the clouds. And then, like everything else, it starts all over again.

Over and over

My friends once asked me, "Why do you keep watching the same movie over and over again?"

Well, I guess I just like the feeling of knowing how things turn out.

I LOVE YOU, ALWAYS HAVE, ALWAYS WILL. :)

SMILE FOR ME :)

It's raining

It's raining.

I go outside, and start walking. I head down the street and past the elementary school and through two intersections. I am soaked to the bone in about five minutes flat. That's when I start to run. I run so fast that my lungs start to ache and my legs burn, and finally when I cannot move another step I fling myself down on my back in the middle of the high school soccer field.

Once, I took acid here during a thunderstorm like this one. I lay down and watched the sky fall. I imagined the raindrops melting away my skin. I waited for the one stroke of lightning that would arrow through my heart, and make me feel one hundered percent alive for the first time in my whole sorry existence.

The lightning, it had its chance, and it didn't come that day. It doesn't come this morning, either.

So I get up, wipe my hair out of my eyes, and try to come up with a better plan.

FISH

Once, when I was a kid, I flushed my pet goldfish down the toilet. Keeping it cooped up in that tiny bowl somehow didn't seem right to me, and I wanted it to be free. Maybe someday finding his goldfish parents. It wasn't until years later that i found out the water from the toilets didn't lead to the sea. (Thats when i got to learn about the sewers and all)

At that moment i thought about what my goldfish would think. Expecting to emerge in the deep blue sea but ending up swimming in deep shit.

Vampire?

About three things I was absolutely positive.

First, she is not a vampire. Short, clumsy, and her skin is definitely not pale white and ice cold. Hmm her breath is kinda sweet though but the other stuff don't match so I'm sure.

Second, there was a part of her - and I didn't know how dominant that part might be - that did not thirst for my blood. Well I bet she wouldn't drink my blood unless there was no more water left on this earth.

And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her.

DON'T READ MY BLOG LOL

A Love Letter

I've always kept it secret, but I'm constantly thinking of you. I ignore you, but I'm constantly thinking of you. The truth of the matter is I'm always thinking of you. I like you because you are honest, like a clear blue sky. I like you because your kindness is as boundless as the sea. The day I cut my hair too much, I was embarrassed to meet you. I was secretly looking at your profile. I wondered what I would do if you came to hate me.

What colours do you like?
What music do you like?
What kind of clothes do you like?
What hairstyle do you like?
What kind of person do you like?

I really wanted to ask you. You are where you can hear me, but I don't say anything to you. I say everything inside my heart. I like you. I like you. I like you. A hundred times, a thousand times, I can't say it enough. The night is over now. The sky is growing brighter. The light coming through the curtains is falling on this letter. Knowing that all I have to do is stretch out my fingers a little and you are there makes me smile. With you this close, I fall in love.

I've never seen a shooting star. I've never made a wish on a magic lamp. I don't need a dream. I have nothing to wish for. I only want to be with you. So don't let go of me. I'm actually not strong. I become lonely easily. So please don't let go of me. Please don't ever let go. "I wonder if I will be discovered one day. I wonder if she'll figure me out." When I thought that it made my heart race. Like a precious treasure to a child I hid my feelings. I've always kept it secret, but I'm constantly thinking of you. I ignored you, but I'm constantly thinking of you. The truth of the matter is I'm always thinking of you.

Happiness

Being happy is not just about one day. Happiness might not be about what you have, or what just happened, but rather... How should I say this.. Happiness is pursuing something. Please look after her. Not just when she is a bride, not just one day, but now and for a long time ahead, please stay with her and watch her pursue her happiness. I... I want to pursue it with her too. I will make her happy. I will definitely make her happy.

Don't Discriminate

Any one who has common sense will remember that the bewilderments of the eyes are of two kinds, and arise from two causes, either from coming out of the light or from going into the light, which is true of the mind's eye, quite as much as of the bodily eye; and he who remembers this when he sees any one whose vision is perplexed and weak, will not be too ready to laugh; he will first ask whether that soul of man has come out of the brighter life, and is unable to see because unaccustomed to the dark, or having turned from darkness to day is dazzled by excess of light. And he will count the one happy in his condition and state of being, and he will pity the other; or, if he has a mind to laugh at the soul which comes from below into the light, there will be more reason in this than in the laugh which greets him who returns from above out of the light into the den.

Parting Words

I am like the little rice cracker shop. One that you get used to always seeing. But then one day you notice, the place that my little shop used to be at is under construction. And you think to yourself, 'eh? what was the shop that used to be here?' You took for granted it was there, but now you can't remember it. Eventually you too... You will eventually... forget me just like that, not be able to remember, so it's alright.

THIS POST IS FOR YOU NELLL

IM WATCHING YOU


Antidaephobia

Antidaephobia is the fear that somehow and somewhere, a duck is watching you.

Haha quit stalking people ._.

JH's GAY ABOUT ME

I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award winning operas, I manage time efficiently. I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, I was scouted by Manchester United, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. After school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.

I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal force demo. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me.

I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Harry Potter, and David Copperfield in half a day. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA and FBI. While on vacation in Israel, I successfully negotiated with terrorists who had seized a small bakery.

The laws of physics do not apply to me. I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid.Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis.

Who I Want to Meet:
I hate people. I am a petulant misanthropist and a maverick ruminator. I am hiply cynical and make supercilious, snide remarks. I am a sly hypocrite, a cunning scammer, a dauntless agnostic, a stalwart of skepticism, an acrimonious and resentful being. I am not bound by social constraints or euphemisms, I liberally enthuse my impressions of people, and I am not shackled or confined by daily ephemerals of public perception.I am antipathetical towards misologists, an advocate of misotheism, and I hate miso soup.

Glow of a Firefly

A long, long time ago. A memory from many summers ago. I held a tiny firefly in my childish hands. Looking as if it's almost about to dissapear, such a tiny fragile glow.