I do not admire anyone and dont have anyone to follow,
no one is my hero and i lived my life a solo.
Don't mistake it as a boring person you see
I do love to have fun and for a girl i am free.

I like every music and am not into the books,
I don't like big mouth and thick headed crooks.
This is all about me now let's shake our hands,
you will see when i get to it we can be good friends.

He works for a famous sales and marketing design company. It's not that much a glamorous job but his private life is totally the opposite of glamorous.
He lives alone, and when he isn't working he's mostly lazing about his house in training wear. He's not interested in skirt-chasing yet. In fact, he isn't interested in anything. "I'd rather lay around than fool around," is his life motto.

Love is patient with a life
That brings its share of pain.
We know sometime there is an end
To the most stubborn rain.
We know the sun comes out again
On a world that's fresh and new,
And all the gifts we freely give
Somewhere, sometime accrue.

We know sometimes we have to wait
For life to come around,
And sometimes that it won't, but still
There's some good to be found.
And even when things happen that
Your soul can hardly bear,
Know that I'll be next to you;
My love is always there.

One day, when I re-visit this place, I want myself to sniff and think, yes this is me.

God, I love late nights, makes me think, think and rethink. On what? Old times, old days, maybe on what I used to be and have become since. Sometimes, at night, I cant seem to fall asleep, maybe cause to me, the night frightens, but I want to embrace it.

Back then, I used to enjoy the laughter, the sounds and frequency of the outside. The smiles I see, the joy I feel, when I see the eyes of those I met every week. But now, at this present time, I am sick of all these. Feeling depressed, like a prisoner of these four walls. I've forgotten who He is, and God forgive me. Everything is swirling around me, feeling the stench of hate and deceit, all the stares, the jealousy and the whispers of meaningless gossip lingers on the bus, the train station. I wanted to scream out loud, get the hell out of my head, but i cannot. It feels like I am no longer in control of myself, of my personal well being. I do not know if its stress, or hallucations boiling up in my head. I feel, no peace, no quietness in the day. Night is when I do not wish to be awake, but I could not sleep. Literally I am calling out for help, but no one hears me as my mental screams are muffled by the ruthlessness of the twisting nether.

I love the arts, of all sorts. Paintings, cinemas, comedies etc. I loved being creative, let my mind run wild. But we just do not click. I do not like to show the weak sides, the fact that I am a human like everybody else. As vulnerable to the bullet shot from a gun.
The thing is, why does nobody ever understand this? Expect more from me, the pressure is on me to perform better. But i have my misgivings. Like a pre-caution.
I have yet to fall, but God, please do not let me fall, for i know, one day when it finally happens, I will not just fall, I will be broken; and not just my physical being.
Its just about every little piece of me that is alive right now will be..

Gifts come in many shapes and guises:
Apples meant to nurture seeds
Wind up in many strange disguises,
Ministering to other needs.
Life's a gift beyond what we
Can know or understand or say:
There's a nonstop ecstasy
Beneath the hum of every day.
There's a love so radical
That nothing can escape its glow,
Luminous and magical,
Everywhere we are or go.

What’s really interesting about some of the best quotes from it is the fact that the Joker is completely insane, yet most of his comments make complete sense.
I believe whatever doesn’t kill you simply makes you… stranger.

Where do we begin? A year ago, these cops and lawyers wouldn’t dare cross any of you. I mean, what happened? Did your - did your balls drop off? Hmm?

See, I’m a man of simple tastes. I like gunpowder…and dynamite…and gasoline! Do you know what all of these things have in common? They’re cheap!

It’s a schemer who put you where you are. You were a schemer. You had plans. Look where it got you. I just did what I do best-I took your plan and turned it on itself. Look what I have done to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple bullets. Nobody panics when the expected people get killed. Nobody panics when things go according to plan, even if the plans are horrifying. If I tell the press that tomorrow a gangbanger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will get blown up, nobody panics. But when I say one little old mayor will die, everyone loses their minds! Introduce a little anarchy, you upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I am an agent of chaos. And you know the thing about chaos, Harvey? It’s fair.

I use a knife because guns are too quick. Otherwise, you can’t savor all the emotions. You know who people are in their last moments.