This blog has ceased to be updated and I have moved to AdamWasFoundDeadAt.blogspot.com

Nevertheless, I will not shut down this blog for nostalgic reasons.
Thank you all.
Ad@m360 | 3:03 PM |

Though I'm missing you
I'm not going through the motions
Waiting and hoping you call me
I try not to miss you
You might have had me open
But I can't go on because
My heart is with you
I know I'm usually hanging on
I really hate to see you gone
But this time it's different
Trying not to feel the distance
Though I'm missing
I try not to miss you...
Ad@m360 | 3:32 PM |

watch the video...

Won't it be kinda cool if you could actually see how much time other people have left in their lives? So if their time actually runs out, you're able to pull them out of danger. but the only ones that you cant help are those already dying.

like the old woman.

but the downside is that when you are the one being pulled out of certain death, you are living on borrowed time.
that's why the guy cant see his own "countdown".

he should be dead.

just imagine, if everyone had that gift.
or curse.

it varies on how you look at it.
but one thing's for sure,
the world as we see it will never be the same again...
Ad@m360 | 4:28 PM |

yes, you read it right.
your friendly neighbourhood sociopath is moving to a new (blog)town near you.

details will be posted soon.
but meanwhile, enjoy this little cosy corner while it lasts,
cos this may be the last time you'll ever type "adamisasociopath.blogspot.com".

and thank you for being there with me for the past 1 and a half years, and as well as sharing the highs and the lows,sorrow and joy along with me.

thank you.

and also,


adam "3hree6ixty"
Ad@m360 | 8:52 PM |

The first flush of youth was upon you when our eyes first met
And I knew that to you and into your life I had to get
I felt light-headed at the touch of this stranger's hand
An assault my defences systematically failed to withstand

'Cos you came at a time
When the pursuit of one true love in which to fall
Was the be all and end all

Love is only a feeling
(Drifting away)
When I'm in your arms I start believing
(It's here to stay)
But love is only a feeling
Anyway

The state of elation that this unison of hearts achieved
I had seen, I had touched, I had tasted and I truly believed

That the light of my life
Would tear a hole right through each cloud that scudded by
Just to beam on you and I

Love is only a feeling
(Drifting away)
When I'm in your arms I start believing
(It's here to stay)
But love is only a feeling
Anyway, anyway

Love is only a feeling
(Drifting away)
And we've got to stop ourselves believing
(It's here to stay)
'Cos love is only a feeling
Anyway.
Ad@m360 | 2:30 PM |

You Are a Creative Cook

Your cooking is unusual, inspired, and definitely one of a kind. People love your unique style, but you've had your share of kitchen flops. You have the makings of a cult chef. You may not cook at the Four Seasons, but you could have your own little funky cafe in San Francisco!

Ad@m360 | 3:58 PM |

sometimes,
u can give everything and do anything for someone and say you don't expect anything in return.
but in reality, that's not true.
you see, deep down inside, you expect at least a bit of recognition from that person.
a small favor, maybe?
or a little something to give you?
but no matter how small that token of acknowledgment may be,
you would be at ease thinking that the person had at least,
tried.

how much you expect back form that person depends on what that person means to you.
the more that person means to you, the less you expect in return.
the less that person means to you, the more you expect in return.
weird.
but it's true.

sincerity is difficult to get back once you lost it.
look around yourselves.
people do things and get something in return.
for example, a corporate organisation donates to an orphanage.
for some reason, the mass media is present at this some sort of huge event and it gets reported on the front page
the next day.
and then the next month, the organisation receives investment offers and its share value soars in the stock market.
now do you get the motive?
but you compare it to a volunteer who gives his time and energy feeding and taking care of these same orphans over time,
to who do these children turn to for a listening ear?
the corporate organisation who gets to stuff dollars bills up their mouths and noses with some to spare for the other end?
or the volunteer who after spending his free time to do something selfless, gets a "thank you" and a "see you tomorrow"?
children are very simple in nature.
it's nurture that twists and shapes them and complicates their thinking.
a child believes in his sense of touch and sight more than his other senses.
so what good is money and material comforts when that child doesn't have someone to cling on to when lightning flashes and thunder claps?
what if that child doesn't have someone to comfort them when they fall?
what if that child doesn't have someone to check under their bed for monsters and scare them away?
what good is money if that child doesn't have anyone?
Ad@m360 | 2:45 PM |