The Plans We Pray For

Sometimes the plans we pray for aren't what we solely pray for.

We hold on to the plans we pray for, not for conjecture but proof.

The plans we pray for strikes fear, love and bravery within.

Sometimes the plans we pray for are shadowed by the irrational.

And sometimes the plans we pray for aren't what everyone needs.

Sometimes the plans we pray for contradict and break.

Often the plans we pray for ridicules the past we bow to.

Too often we’re kept holding on to plans we often pray for.

Sometimes the plans we pray for were never really plans at all.

And sometimes the plans we pray for have to be let go.

Sometimes the plans we pray for are sacrificed for one.

That one plan we pray for, not for proof but for free will.

The one plan we pray for, with obstacles too high to climb.

Sometimes the plan we pray for is chased until our last moment.

And sometimes that one plan we prayed for was worth having for our last breath.

Mr. Brightside

One of my favourite songs with two of my favourite TV characters. Great video.

A Social Crisis

I can't remember where I read it, but there's a set date where a certain organisation wants to close the Social Networking site Facebook for a 24 hour period. It cannot come along a day sooner. Half our problems as adolescents probably wouldn't exist if it wasn't for this addictive profiling world we've manage to idolise and possess ourselves around.

We take a 'friend list' to include everyone who went to the same school as you, despite never even managing to pass them in the corridors for five years, along with those you can't stand but can't bear to have the latest details on, and then pretend we'll pass away five minutes at a time to just 'keep up to date with what's passed through the grapevine' when really we'll stutter for hours needlessly indulging ourselves on what that person has said about her housemate and create a gossiping hotbed for the 'in-group' to then feast on. Really, it's none of your concern. These people aren't even your friends and they aren't even sharing information that should interest you or ever grace your ears/eyes. It passes too much speculation, too much irony, too much jealousy, too much spite.

Long are the days when people actually spent their main focal point of their friendship through phone calls, letters and actual face-to-face engagement. It's extremely frustrating to see good people sucked into the propaganda as if they need to share, reveal and gossip as well; indeed, to the point where we all occasionally bitch.


The future generation must have some horrible addiction coming their way to profile themselves amongst the rest. Maybe they'll actually publicise who's rated as the hottest, the funniest, the most sociable and the most annoying.

Don't Sit Down

'Shifty Little Thing'

American Office

Monorail Cat