One would think that emotion is an opinion.
It is merely an indicator.
Refine words to best express it.
Those who understand will see it.
But those who believe it is an indicator sees more.
Beliefs and perspectives go hand in hand,
In the strange system of truth.
Some say truth is based on facts.
In reality however, there isn't such a thing.
A questionable event occurs,
Two who witness form an understanding.
In a classic example of the glass,
One would swear that it is half empty,
The other, half full.
Both are facts.
Both are true.
Both are accurate.
And contradict too.
Beliefs and perspectives makes up facts.
They go hand in hand.
Facts make up the world.
Facts makes you.
Facts can be contradicting,
Yet still be true.
Facts can make your world,
Half empty and full.
About Me
- NeoWakko
- Words can help us grow, Like horse piss help trees. (Wonderfully btw)
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Well hello there~
I guess i'm at a point in life where my immediate actions will decide the rest of it.
Problem is, i can't tell if i'm doing what i want, or doing what others want of me and me wanting to do that for them.
I've lost myself recently. Not completely though, just enough to make it interesting.
In a bad way.
This quest of rediscovering myself raised plenty of questions and realisations. I doubt anyone can truly say what they want while believing it completely.
We seem to be driven by numbers, in a sense that humanity seems to be a system that functions as a whole. No one really points it out, since it is a point so obvious that the subconscious do not even see a point in pointing it out.
Well the obvious point here is that our minds are all linked, and at the moment, do not seem to be able to function independently as an individual.
Our likes and dislikes, hobbies and interests- they're all things that we find we need to have at least one other person to agree with less we find ourselves strange. Cultures and sub-cultures, beliefs and religions, normal and abnormal.
If there were no goths/emo/punk in this world, what would they do to be different? Start playing golf? Some of them chose that way of life, to be different. But different from whom exactly? It doesn't seem to be different, special and/or unique in anyway it seems. They do not seem to want to be different, they just want to be out of the majority or norm. Hence one would go to a sub-culture supermarket and just pick a new lifestyle.
The point is that joining a sub-culture does not make one unique. It is simply an act of refusing to conform to the majority by conforming to the minority.
The only decent reason i believe for one to make such a convertion, is simply for the fun of it.
_____________________
What was the point of all this........
Ah yes, how do we find out what we really want.
1. I like whisky. I like drinkin it straight, or mixed with water. Just plain water. I don't like mixing it with flavoured water because i actually like the taste of it. Mixing it with water stretches the glass i guess its better for health.
Other ways:
- Drinking it with coke.
- Drinking it with ice.
However, adding water dilutes it, which is wrong. But somehow it's okay if it's Coke.
I'm sure that there are others who can enjoy drinking it with just plain water. Give it a try. If you do, what would those around you say?
Why is it that drinking it with coke or ice is okay, but people would disagree to a point of even giving you a short lecture on why you shouldn't drink it with water? (Using the reason that it dilutes the goods)
Society finds it in their right to actually tell you what you want/should/shouldn't do at a level far beyond your realisation. It's a part of humanity. But right now, all i want is some time off. I mean, come on.............gimme a break. Gimme some space to find out what i like, and how i like doing it. I'm stubborn i know, which makes me more sensitive to being told what to do/think. It's suffocating!
Shit. Even I myself think my entries are getting as dull as haze.
Problem is, i can't tell if i'm doing what i want, or doing what others want of me and me wanting to do that for them.
I've lost myself recently. Not completely though, just enough to make it interesting.
In a bad way.
This quest of rediscovering myself raised plenty of questions and realisations. I doubt anyone can truly say what they want while believing it completely.
We seem to be driven by numbers, in a sense that humanity seems to be a system that functions as a whole. No one really points it out, since it is a point so obvious that the subconscious do not even see a point in pointing it out.
Well the obvious point here is that our minds are all linked, and at the moment, do not seem to be able to function independently as an individual.
Our likes and dislikes, hobbies and interests- they're all things that we find we need to have at least one other person to agree with less we find ourselves strange. Cultures and sub-cultures, beliefs and religions, normal and abnormal.
If there were no goths/emo/punk in this world, what would they do to be different? Start playing golf? Some of them chose that way of life, to be different. But different from whom exactly? It doesn't seem to be different, special and/or unique in anyway it seems. They do not seem to want to be different, they just want to be out of the majority or norm. Hence one would go to a sub-culture supermarket and just pick a new lifestyle.
The point is that joining a sub-culture does not make one unique. It is simply an act of refusing to conform to the majority by conforming to the minority.
The only decent reason i believe for one to make such a convertion, is simply for the fun of it.
_____________________
What was the point of all this........
Ah yes, how do we find out what we really want.
1. I like whisky. I like drinkin it straight, or mixed with water. Just plain water. I don't like mixing it with flavoured water because i actually like the taste of it. Mixing it with water stretches the glass i guess its better for health.
Other ways:
- Drinking it with coke.
- Drinking it with ice.
However, adding water dilutes it, which is wrong. But somehow it's okay if it's Coke.
I'm sure that there are others who can enjoy drinking it with just plain water. Give it a try. If you do, what would those around you say?
Why is it that drinking it with coke or ice is okay, but people would disagree to a point of even giving you a short lecture on why you shouldn't drink it with water? (Using the reason that it dilutes the goods)
Society finds it in their right to actually tell you what you want/should/shouldn't do at a level far beyond your realisation. It's a part of humanity. But right now, all i want is some time off. I mean, come on.............gimme a break. Gimme some space to find out what i like, and how i like doing it. I'm stubborn i know, which makes me more sensitive to being told what to do/think. It's suffocating!
Shit. Even I myself think my entries are getting as dull as haze.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Proving a point~
Today i post in order to prove a point.
A simple and true point.
True, in a sense that is easily generated. Thankfully.
All i need to do is put up an entry.
The point proven will be that i still can blog.
Not as well as before i admit, but still capable.
What would really help me now is that i test out how well my imitation skills are. I think i got rusty.
Ahem.
Let's start with no:1.
To dream a dream that favoured the impossible, i awoke and reflect. As how i do when thrown into the conscious so suddenly. To long love for a love long lost, i chose the form over the substance, the name rather than the smell, the title over the feel of it. It never ends like the starlights that lights our sky with its gentle gaze. It never ends even though it is much needed to do so.
Thank you.
2.
Pride.
I had plenty. I remember fights long ago. Just among school members fortunately. Shopping mall staircases, mops, brooms, you name it, we've used it. The things we used as excuses to fight for was never honorable or proper, we just convinced each other that it was.
I loved it. Not at the time, but now. As i get older and life gets more repetitive, I long for it. The past, the thrill. The fights that started because an individual looked at you with a hint of disrespect.
One can only linger so much.
3.
I hate the people here.
They have this ridiculous "air-of-superiority" that bloody shows even in the way they walk. When they get to a certain area or around certain people they suddenly start believe that they need to be walking on air. I mean, what.the.hell, the world is big, and not everyone was raised by a single mother that your dad managed to impregnate just because of 7 shots of tequilla. There are more things outside the borders, where love meant something. Respect meant something. Responsibilities meant something.
Imitation end.
They're short.
Very short.
Cause i'm seriously getting rusty.
Ah well.
At least i can still blog.(ish).
And i've still got something i can call a skill(ish).
Adios!
A simple and true point.
True, in a sense that is easily generated. Thankfully.
All i need to do is put up an entry.
The point proven will be that i still can blog.
Not as well as before i admit, but still capable.
What would really help me now is that i test out how well my imitation skills are. I think i got rusty.
Ahem.
Let's start with no:1.
To dream a dream that favoured the impossible, i awoke and reflect. As how i do when thrown into the conscious so suddenly. To long love for a love long lost, i chose the form over the substance, the name rather than the smell, the title over the feel of it. It never ends like the starlights that lights our sky with its gentle gaze. It never ends even though it is much needed to do so.
Thank you.
2.
Pride.
I had plenty. I remember fights long ago. Just among school members fortunately. Shopping mall staircases, mops, brooms, you name it, we've used it. The things we used as excuses to fight for was never honorable or proper, we just convinced each other that it was.
I loved it. Not at the time, but now. As i get older and life gets more repetitive, I long for it. The past, the thrill. The fights that started because an individual looked at you with a hint of disrespect.
One can only linger so much.
3.
I hate the people here.
They have this ridiculous "air-of-superiority" that bloody shows even in the way they walk. When they get to a certain area or around certain people they suddenly start believe that they need to be walking on air. I mean, what.the.hell, the world is big, and not everyone was raised by a single mother that your dad managed to impregnate just because of 7 shots of tequilla. There are more things outside the borders, where love meant something. Respect meant something. Responsibilities meant something.
Imitation end.
They're short.
Very short.
Cause i'm seriously getting rusty.
Ah well.
At least i can still blog.(ish).
And i've still got something i can call a skill(ish).
Adios!
Sunday, September 23, 2007
God's love~
I believe many religions have deviated.
The mistake they made was to believe its for the best.
"We should give more, suffer more, for our God"
But i don't think God sees it that way.
He doesn't even need that capital "G" in his name.
Cause it doesn't mean jack shit.
People do it as a show of respect.
Respect or not, it changes nothing.
He still loves you no less.
God loves you as a parent loves a child, but deeper.
His love has no boundaries.
He has no ego.
He has no pride.
He only has love for you.
His love so full there's no room for ego nor pride.
He is the perfect father.
He is the perfect mother.
He feels the pressure of raising you.
He feels the pain of your birth.
He needs no sacrifices.
He needs no commitment.
He needs no obligations.
He only needs whats good for you.
He is love in its' purest of forms.
He is love in loves' raw nature.
Would he give up his existence for your good?
I believe he would. If you deserve.
God loves you.
He gave us a privilege, one that is his weakness.
He allows us to ignore him.
To choose not to hear him.
He allowed us to choose the sweetness of ignorance.
God doesn't want you to suffer.
Especially not for him.
He would want you to honour and respect yourself.
And to die without regrets.
He tries every day, to make women and girls the world over to realise their value.
He tries every day, to make men recognise those values.
So they could serve each other accordingly.
For they were created to serve one another properly.
God has no ass for you to kiss.
He has no ego for you to boost.
He only has his love for you to honour.
For you to uphold and respect.
Love another unconditionally,
So you may understand god's love.
Love one another,
And understand how he suffers.
He needs no sympathy from us.
But he has mine.
I know what it is to love.
To love those who do not deserve.
The mistake they made was to believe its for the best.
"We should give more, suffer more, for our God"
But i don't think God sees it that way.
He doesn't even need that capital "G" in his name.
Cause it doesn't mean jack shit.
People do it as a show of respect.
Respect or not, it changes nothing.
He still loves you no less.
God loves you as a parent loves a child, but deeper.
His love has no boundaries.
He has no ego.
He has no pride.
He only has love for you.
His love so full there's no room for ego nor pride.
He is the perfect father.
He is the perfect mother.
He feels the pressure of raising you.
He feels the pain of your birth.
He needs no sacrifices.
He needs no commitment.
He needs no obligations.
He only needs whats good for you.
He is love in its' purest of forms.
He is love in loves' raw nature.
Would he give up his existence for your good?
I believe he would. If you deserve.
God loves you.
He gave us a privilege, one that is his weakness.
He allows us to ignore him.
To choose not to hear him.
He allowed us to choose the sweetness of ignorance.
God doesn't want you to suffer.
Especially not for him.
He would want you to honour and respect yourself.
And to die without regrets.
He tries every day, to make women and girls the world over to realise their value.
He tries every day, to make men recognise those values.
So they could serve each other accordingly.
For they were created to serve one another properly.
God has no ass for you to kiss.
He has no ego for you to boost.
He only has his love for you to honour.
For you to uphold and respect.
Love another unconditionally,
So you may understand god's love.
Love one another,
And understand how he suffers.
He needs no sympathy from us.
But he has mine.
I know what it is to love.
To love those who do not deserve.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Vincent~
Starry Starry night,
Paint your pallete blue and grey,
Look out on a summers day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on hills,
Sketch the tress and daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chill,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand,
What you tried to say to me.
How you suffered for your sanity.
How you tried to set them free,
They would not listen the did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry starry night,
Flamings flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in VIncent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue,
Morning fields of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand
And now I think i know,
What you tried to say to me.
How you suffered for you sanity.
How you tried to set them free,
They would not listen the did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen nowFor the could not love you,
But still your love was true,
And when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night,
You took you life as lovers often do.
But I could of told you Vincent,
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Starry starry night,
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless heads on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and cant forget.
Like the strangers that youve met,
The ragged men in ragged clothes,
The silver thorn the bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
And now I understand,
What you tried to say to me.
How you suffered for your sanity.
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen they're not listening still,
Perhaps they never will.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
How my country progressed~
I was unable to trace back the origins of this story.
Its not by me, just to clear things up.
Its a lil something i received by mail.
Independence day is such a joke.
A good example of how its gone starts below:
Its not by me, just to clear things up.
Its a lil something i received by mail.
Independence day is such a joke.
A good example of how its gone starts below:
Start with a cage containing five monkeys. Inside the cage,
hang a banana on a string and place a set of stairs under it.
Before long, a monkey will go to the stairs and start to climb
towards the banana. As soon as he touches the stairs, spray
all of the other monkeys with cold water. After a while,
another monkey makes an attempt with the same result - all the
other monkeys are sprayed with cold water. Pretty soon, when
another monkey tries to climb the stairs, the other monkeys
will try to prevent it.
Now, put away the cold water. Remove one monkey from the cage
and replace it with a new one. The new monkey sees the banana
and wants to climb the stairs. To his surprise and horror, all
of the other monkeys attack him. After another attempt and
attack, he knows that if he tries to climb the stairs, he will
be assaulted.
Next, remove another of the original five monkeys and replace
it with a new one. The newcomer goes to the stairs and is
attacked. The previous newcomer takes part in the punishment
with enthusiasm! Likewise, replace a third original monkey
with a new one, then a fourth, then the fifth.
Every time the newest monkey takes to the stairs, he is
attacked. Most of the monkeys that are beating him have no
idea why they were not permitted to climb the stairs or why
they are participating in the beating of the newest monkey.
After replacing all the original monkeys, none of the remaining
monkeys have ever been sprayed with cold water. Nevertheless,
no monkey ever again approaches the stairs to try for the
banana.
Why not?
Because as far as they know that's the way it's always been
done around here.
That's why we celebrate independence day. At least the people around my age.
Monday, August 20, 2007
The dark path~
Scream...
Suffer.
The blade is your friend, as the pain is a reminder.
The blood is your sorrow, your shame, your regret.
So bleed it all away.
The scar will remind you, what you have done today.
The day you let it all flow away.
The scar will remind you, what you should have done,
Instead of what you did today.
Suffer.
The blade is your friend, as the pain is a reminder.
The blood is your sorrow, your shame, your regret.
So bleed it all away.
The scar will remind you, what you have done today.
The day you let it all flow away.
The scar will remind you, what you should have done,
Instead of what you did today.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
NeoWakko~
You're irrational as always.
Its always about wants, but never needs.
"Needs can wait.
There's still time to have wants."
It does not work that way anymore.
You're right, i have aged.
I will continue to do so.
Maybe one day you will too.
We have grown our separate ways.
We have conflicting ideals.
Huraira had chosen mine over yours.
There is nothing more to argue about.
NeoWakko the never-changing.
It is time you do.
Its always about wants, but never needs.
"Needs can wait.
There's still time to have wants."
It does not work that way anymore.
You're right, i have aged.
I will continue to do so.
Maybe one day you will too.
We have grown our separate ways.
We have conflicting ideals.
Huraira had chosen mine over yours.
There is nothing more to argue about.
NeoWakko the never-changing.
It is time you do.
Layodante~
You've overstayed your welcome. You've aged.
You've turned down a bottle of flame for a bottle of water.
We rot inside with you.
We've finally grown apart.
Your ideals are no longer tolerable.
They used to be.
They used to be needed.
You managed us, shaped us, not constrict us.
Now you're a leash around our throats,
and chains around our wrists.
If it were possible to put you away, i would.
So what now you wonder?
Now i silence you.
You've turned down a bottle of flame for a bottle of water.
We rot inside with you.
We've finally grown apart.
Your ideals are no longer tolerable.
They used to be.
They used to be needed.
You managed us, shaped us, not constrict us.
Now you're a leash around our throats,
and chains around our wrists.
If it were possible to put you away, i would.
So what now you wonder?
Now i silence you.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Broken~
"It seems that, when a man finds the right woman,
he can suffer through anything.
Lose her and he will suffer in everything"
-Layodante
he can suffer through anything.
Lose her and he will suffer in everything"
-Layodante
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
I've been Tagged¬
Aite, i've been tagged by the majestic and bitchy AwfulViolet.
So this means seriousness maximus.
RULES: People who are tagged should write a blog post of 6 weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog...
Boo ya. Can't think of anyone yet. But i know afew noobs who've never heard of tagging before. i'mmagonnatagem.
1. Shit. You ate raw onions like apples? DAMN that's freaky! I thought onions could kill me! Anyway, i'm a last minsute person. Seriously last minute person. If my assignment's due tommorrow, i'd get drunk tonight and worry about it tomorrow. The kind of assignment that requires 1 or 2 months in advance to work on. So far, i've done em all in 24 hours. Thank gawd i'm so gawddamn smart.
2. I wake up in the morning, go to my housemate's room, let out a big-ass fart to wake him up. Then i'll just sit there and wait to see if he wakes up. If he wakes up, he'll respond with a fart. If i've got any left over, i'll beat that one. It's the unwritten rule that whoever gets the last fart wins.
3. I'm a sucka to kinkiness. Anything's hot shit. ANYTHING.
4. I piss in the shower. (Yea... all guys do.. just don't let my female housemates find out.)
5. I go crazy when i sleep with a fever. Seriously. Dead serious. I get insane dreams that wakes me up and make me bang my head on the floor to get it out of my head.
6. I don't give a damn about alot of things. If you have a dick, i don't give a damn about you.
DONE! time to tag!
I would like to thank you all for being such loyal fans to my work. I'd like to thank gawd an all... his commies and such...
yea... tagging.... shit... I'd like to tag the lovely Avra Kaige of wordpress!! SurrealismX me brother and... the sweet sweet Gingermilk. Thankyas!
So this means seriousness maximus.
RULES: People who are tagged should write a blog post of 6 weird things about them as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog...
Boo ya. Can't think of anyone yet. But i know afew noobs who've never heard of tagging before. i'mmagonnatagem.
1. Shit. You ate raw onions like apples? DAMN that's freaky! I thought onions could kill me! Anyway, i'm a last minsute person. Seriously last minute person. If my assignment's due tommorrow, i'd get drunk tonight and worry about it tomorrow. The kind of assignment that requires 1 or 2 months in advance to work on. So far, i've done em all in 24 hours. Thank gawd i'm so gawddamn smart.
2. I wake up in the morning, go to my housemate's room, let out a big-ass fart to wake him up. Then i'll just sit there and wait to see if he wakes up. If he wakes up, he'll respond with a fart. If i've got any left over, i'll beat that one. It's the unwritten rule that whoever gets the last fart wins.
3. I'm a sucka to kinkiness. Anything's hot shit. ANYTHING.
4. I piss in the shower. (Yea... all guys do.. just don't let my female housemates find out.)
5. I go crazy when i sleep with a fever. Seriously. Dead serious. I get insane dreams that wakes me up and make me bang my head on the floor to get it out of my head.
6. I don't give a damn about alot of things. If you have a dick, i don't give a damn about you.
DONE! time to tag!
I would like to thank you all for being such loyal fans to my work. I'd like to thank gawd an all... his commies and such...
yea... tagging.... shit... I'd like to tag the lovely Avra Kaige of wordpress!! SurrealismX me brother and... the sweet sweet Gingermilk. Thankyas!
Monday, January 15, 2007
Timekiller~
In the concept of perspectives.
Its very essence.
The concept of its existence.
The concept of its essence,
the essence of its concept.
Play with me it said.
It is the reason of my being.
To be played with.
I am everything.
I am nothing.
I can't be right yet i can't be wrong.
I think i'm always right but i think i think i'm thinking i'm always right when i could be wrong.
I am in an invisible area for all to see.
I am on top of what everything is over.
Almighty yet powerless.
I am not the past nor future.
But the present.
Play with me.
You lost me at "It".
There's alot of things in this world i'd like to play with.
Most of them out of curiosity, most followed by regrets.
Many regrets.
But i'd say they're all educational.
It teaches me things i could put to good use in the future.
That would eliminate the regrettable part.
All of a sudden, nothing seems a waste of time,
my mistakes became my advantage.
It filled up my library of knowldge,
adds layers to my defenses,
sharpens my blades and boosts my cannons.
But i don't get what you were talking about.
Like I said, you lost me at "It".
That's an excellent start, child.
You would do well.
Wait.... wattheflyinfuck?
Its very essence.
The concept of its existence.
The concept of its essence,
the essence of its concept.
Play with me it said.
It is the reason of my being.
To be played with.
I am everything.
I am nothing.
I can't be right yet i can't be wrong.
I think i'm always right but i think i think i'm thinking i'm always right when i could be wrong.
I am in an invisible area for all to see.
I am on top of what everything is over.
Almighty yet powerless.
I am not the past nor future.
But the present.
Play with me.
You lost me at "It".
There's alot of things in this world i'd like to play with.
Most of them out of curiosity, most followed by regrets.
Many regrets.
But i'd say they're all educational.
It teaches me things i could put to good use in the future.
That would eliminate the regrettable part.
All of a sudden, nothing seems a waste of time,
my mistakes became my advantage.
It filled up my library of knowldge,
adds layers to my defenses,
sharpens my blades and boosts my cannons.
But i don't get what you were talking about.
Like I said, you lost me at "It".
That's an excellent start, child.
You would do well.
Wait.... wattheflyinfuck?
The Sun~
Mommy, tell me again about the days of old..
What would you like to hear about my dear?
I want to hear the stories about the things that grow, the things that fly, like tiny birds you said. Have you ever seen one?
Yes, when i was a very little girl. Even smaller than you now.
You were smaller than me mommy?
A very long time ago my baby, in the times even before the great darkness.
Tell me...again, about the sun...what was it really like mommy?
That was gone long before me my dear. Before the end of the growing ones, before the end of the flying ones, even before the end of the tiny ones.
Bedtime stories.
What would you like to hear about my dear?
I want to hear the stories about the things that grow, the things that fly, like tiny birds you said. Have you ever seen one?
Yes, when i was a very little girl. Even smaller than you now.
You were smaller than me mommy?
A very long time ago my baby, in the times even before the great darkness.
Tell me...again, about the sun...what was it really like mommy?
That was gone long before me my dear. Before the end of the growing ones, before the end of the flying ones, even before the end of the tiny ones.
Bedtime stories.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Sequee Deed~
Everyone in this life likes to think of themself as someone that is special. Someone has something within them that sets them apart from the rest. But in actual fact, what is the benchmark that you use to consider yourself superior than others?
Opinions. Your own or those of others. Knowledge accumulated since one learnt to walk and talk. But there should be no benchmark for considering oneself more superior. In the topic of self development, superiority is irrelevant.
Even in self development, there comes a point where you see someone else who is leading a more extraordinary life and achieving more in their life. By noticing that difference, doesn't it already form superiority?
Great things normally come at a great price. The cost of their extraordinary achievement could be unbearable to most of others.
What do you look for in a person...
Stability in emotions and character, responsible, understanding, loving!
I'm looking for Nana..
Typical guy. Have you ever thought that it's better not to know the truth, especially the reality of something that you've dreamed up and fantasized about? Because the reality of it may just be so dissapointing.
Its in the back of every guys' head. Everytime they consider approaching a girl, every time they decide to hit on someone, every moment before they decide to make a move. It's not easy. Males have to do the "courting" an stuff. Females don't. The pressure's on the guy. Nature. Yeay.
Ah, getting sexist are we? Have you considered, what if no guy goes after the girl? Then what?
Then the girl would be single. So would the guy. Humanity would end. But you know, feminism and whatnots, equal rights nyadda nyadda, why don't girls make the first moves? besides shyness, which is, these days, obsolete.
Since when has shyness become obsolete? Probably because of the way our minds have been stereotyped. If a girl goes after a guy, she could be perceived as things other than being bold. It takes more courage for a girl to approach a guy than a guy to approach a girl. The possible rejection that she faces is also much worse.
Boldness in a woman is a trait few men can appreciate. But i think, for the sake of security, bold women who find the men who could appreciate them are luckier than most. Some guys don't want a girl for them to babysit.
Perceived as things other than being bold. If she's perceived as bold, good for her. What if she's perceived as being skanky?
I think, that unlike most other girls, you know what you want, you are aware of your desires and how to get them. But, you can't be bold about it, you perceive the way others perceive your boldness as a possible "skankiness" or being "cheap". But in the end, whatever you get from your boldness is all yours to keep, and you will be known as someone whose desires should be respected. Bold people tend to make those who go against them regret their actions, and get their decisions respected/honoured.
True. But what if you don't get whatever it is that you wanted from being bold?
If failure intimidates you, then your boldness wasn't genuine.
Not every outcome is in your hands.
Opinions. Your own or those of others. Knowledge accumulated since one learnt to walk and talk. But there should be no benchmark for considering oneself more superior. In the topic of self development, superiority is irrelevant.
Even in self development, there comes a point where you see someone else who is leading a more extraordinary life and achieving more in their life. By noticing that difference, doesn't it already form superiority?
Great things normally come at a great price. The cost of their extraordinary achievement could be unbearable to most of others.
What do you look for in a person...
Stability in emotions and character, responsible, understanding, loving!
I'm looking for Nana..
Typical guy. Have you ever thought that it's better not to know the truth, especially the reality of something that you've dreamed up and fantasized about? Because the reality of it may just be so dissapointing.
Its in the back of every guys' head. Everytime they consider approaching a girl, every time they decide to hit on someone, every moment before they decide to make a move. It's not easy. Males have to do the "courting" an stuff. Females don't. The pressure's on the guy. Nature. Yeay.
Ah, getting sexist are we? Have you considered, what if no guy goes after the girl? Then what?
Then the girl would be single. So would the guy. Humanity would end. But you know, feminism and whatnots, equal rights nyadda nyadda, why don't girls make the first moves? besides shyness, which is, these days, obsolete.
Since when has shyness become obsolete? Probably because of the way our minds have been stereotyped. If a girl goes after a guy, she could be perceived as things other than being bold. It takes more courage for a girl to approach a guy than a guy to approach a girl. The possible rejection that she faces is also much worse.
Boldness in a woman is a trait few men can appreciate. But i think, for the sake of security, bold women who find the men who could appreciate them are luckier than most. Some guys don't want a girl for them to babysit.
Perceived as things other than being bold. If she's perceived as bold, good for her. What if she's perceived as being skanky?
I think, that unlike most other girls, you know what you want, you are aware of your desires and how to get them. But, you can't be bold about it, you perceive the way others perceive your boldness as a possible "skankiness" or being "cheap". But in the end, whatever you get from your boldness is all yours to keep, and you will be known as someone whose desires should be respected. Bold people tend to make those who go against them regret their actions, and get their decisions respected/honoured.
True. But what if you don't get whatever it is that you wanted from being bold?
If failure intimidates you, then your boldness wasn't genuine.
Not every outcome is in your hands.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Echo~
There's something about the look in your eyes
Something I noticed when the light was just right
It reminded me twice that I was alive
And it reminded me that you're so worth the fight
My biggest fear will be the rescue of me
Strange how it turns out that way, yeah
Could you show me dear... Something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
Could you show me dear... Something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
Theres something about the way you move
I see your mouth in slow motion when you sing
More subtle than something someone contrives
Your movements echo that I have seen the real thing
Your biggest fear will be the rescue of you
Strange how it turns out that way, yeah
Could you show me dear... Something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
Could you show me dear... Something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
Something I noticed when the light was just right
It reminded me twice that I was alive
And it reminded me that you're so worth the fight
My biggest fear will be the rescue of me
Strange how it turns out that way, yeah
Could you show me dear... Something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
Could you show me dear... Something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
Theres something about the way you move
I see your mouth in slow motion when you sing
More subtle than something someone contrives
Your movements echo that I have seen the real thing
Your biggest fear will be the rescue of you
Strange how it turns out that way, yeah
Could you show me dear... Something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
Could you show me dear... Something I've not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Fluffs~
"I've heard of your kind before"
I smiled and gave a nod.
"It's just so rare to see one"
He stood his ground although he was being pulled away.
"Greetings, my name is Aleste"
"Hello Aleste"
"Oh i'm so sorry! i think my dog likes you! His name is Bob"
"....and Bob is my other name..." said the dog, without even a hint of embarassment.
Won't be surprised if he's used to it.
"What about Aleste ma'am? Why not call your dog that?"
"Why Aleste?"
"Because that is his name" I said and smiled to loosen up the tension from her confusion.
"Well...okay..."
"No wonder the babies around here are smiling in their prams. I've heard many tales of how the young ones can never resist the winged humans"
The young woman looked at me, with doubt in her eyes, "he's talking to you isn't he?"
"Sorry ma'am, you must be nuts."
I smiled and gave a nod.
"It's just so rare to see one"
He stood his ground although he was being pulled away.
"Greetings, my name is Aleste"
"Hello Aleste"
"Oh i'm so sorry! i think my dog likes you! His name is Bob"
"....and Bob is my other name..." said the dog, without even a hint of embarassment.
Won't be surprised if he's used to it.
"What about Aleste ma'am? Why not call your dog that?"
"Why Aleste?"
"Because that is his name" I said and smiled to loosen up the tension from her confusion.
"Well...okay..."
"No wonder the babies around here are smiling in their prams. I've heard many tales of how the young ones can never resist the winged humans"
The young woman looked at me, with doubt in her eyes, "he's talking to you isn't he?"
"Sorry ma'am, you must be nuts."
Monday, November 13, 2006
A trip to the sea~
And so a cat crept through the bushes towards the sea.
He sniffed around and picked up its ears to make sure no one was around. Eyes don't work much under poor moonlight.
He tested the grounds-
not too hard, not too soft.
He sat dow and gently wrapped his tail around his body.
"Chilly tonight, isn't it?" asks the owl that floated down next to him.
"I can't imagine how you could do it, owl".
The owl just gave a knowing look, she had no choice, she's used to flying in the cold. Cozy is hardly a part of her dictionary.
"The dirty air doesn't make it any better" said she.
"I feel for all the fishes that lives in that sea." said the cat.
"Sympathy for another? we have quite abit in common" replied owl.
"The water, it is so dark, even during the day..."
"Human buildings spew it out every day"
"It is disgusting..."
"It is somewhat comforting, to know that there are creatures inferior to us". The owl perk up and looked beyond the horizon, "this sea is proof that they do not deserve any land to set foot on. This sea is our symbol of superior wisdom and of the downfall of man"
The cat gently leaned forward, and rested on his front paws.
"I see it differently though, in my heart i wish to save thos fishes, clean the sea, but i am just a cat."
"Why do you bother, cat? You've tried your best yet death and destruction still roam here"
"Why, wise owl, we sit here every night and each night you have much to say about this sea, yet you have never tried to do anything"
"I enjoy our conversation, but you must see that we should waste no more time trying to make the others understand."
"Why they associated you with wisdom, i may never understand, owl."
"knowledge, my dear cat. To be honest with you, i haven't a clue what wisdom is truly all about."
"And that, i know. Which is why our opinions may never come eye to eye. I speak in the hope of pointing out the failure of others so they could better themselves, but you speak only of the failure of others to feel better yourself"
"Where did you hear that from?"
"My mind, dear owl. I do not speak from the mind of others, i do not berate others to feel better, and that is what seperates us. You and I, and the sea of human failure."
He sniffed around and picked up its ears to make sure no one was around. Eyes don't work much under poor moonlight.
He tested the grounds-
not too hard, not too soft.
He sat dow and gently wrapped his tail around his body.
"Chilly tonight, isn't it?" asks the owl that floated down next to him.
"I can't imagine how you could do it, owl".
The owl just gave a knowing look, she had no choice, she's used to flying in the cold. Cozy is hardly a part of her dictionary.
"The dirty air doesn't make it any better" said she.
"I feel for all the fishes that lives in that sea." said the cat.
"Sympathy for another? we have quite abit in common" replied owl.
"The water, it is so dark, even during the day..."
"Human buildings spew it out every day"
"It is disgusting..."
"It is somewhat comforting, to know that there are creatures inferior to us". The owl perk up and looked beyond the horizon, "this sea is proof that they do not deserve any land to set foot on. This sea is our symbol of superior wisdom and of the downfall of man"
The cat gently leaned forward, and rested on his front paws.
"I see it differently though, in my heart i wish to save thos fishes, clean the sea, but i am just a cat."
"Why do you bother, cat? You've tried your best yet death and destruction still roam here"
"Why, wise owl, we sit here every night and each night you have much to say about this sea, yet you have never tried to do anything"
"I enjoy our conversation, but you must see that we should waste no more time trying to make the others understand."
"Why they associated you with wisdom, i may never understand, owl."
"knowledge, my dear cat. To be honest with you, i haven't a clue what wisdom is truly all about."
"And that, i know. Which is why our opinions may never come eye to eye. I speak in the hope of pointing out the failure of others so they could better themselves, but you speak only of the failure of others to feel better yourself"
"Where did you hear that from?"
"My mind, dear owl. I do not speak from the mind of others, i do not berate others to feel better, and that is what seperates us. You and I, and the sea of human failure."
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Had a dream~
About you.
About loving you.
You who do not love me.
Whom i don't think will ever read this.
But of all people, why you?
I hardly think of you, and yet, you appeared in my dreams.
You created my world and my emotions as you saw fit.
You moved and manipulated my heart, with your innocence.
A spacious city on a beautiful day,
The toxicating candy that we ate,
We lost our minds and sense of logic,
We were vulnerable, so vulnerable,
and you disappeared
In my dream i walked for 2 days to look for you.
Worried. So worried.
I carried my intoxicated self a great distance for your sake.
Why am i writing all this...
No one who reads this knows who you are.
And you will never find out.
Love and lost in one night.
NeoWakko
About loving you.
You who do not love me.
Whom i don't think will ever read this.
But of all people, why you?
I hardly think of you, and yet, you appeared in my dreams.
You created my world and my emotions as you saw fit.
You moved and manipulated my heart, with your innocence.
A spacious city on a beautiful day,
The toxicating candy that we ate,
We lost our minds and sense of logic,
We were vulnerable, so vulnerable,
and you disappeared
In my dream i walked for 2 days to look for you.
Worried. So worried.
I carried my intoxicated self a great distance for your sake.
Why am i writing all this...
No one who reads this knows who you are.
And you will never find out.
Love and lost in one night.
NeoWakko
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Extra Smooth~
I'm gonna lean back on my chair and do this with one hand.
I'm gonna do this with the purpose of testing how well i can focus.
It has come to my attention that i'm losing the control i have over my own mind.
It tends to blur out when i'm thinking too hard.
It used to be able to keep me up at nights...
...now it just puts me to sleep.
Fuck it. Both hands.
Let's start with a story. We havent had stories here in awhile no?
Once upon a time, in a faraway place, a place far from most of you at least, there was a young man who, has a rather peculiar ability. An ability that is far greater than any machines and more dangerous than any weapon. It is as sturdy as a river-splitting boulder, but also as sensitive as a fat woman. This incredibly strange ability was one that he called "boredom".
A double-edged sword it is, the greatest achievement could come from it, but it also eats the user inside out. He once saved a local village girl from bad people by boring them to death. Yes.....to DEATH!
"A misterious death indeed..." says one coroner...
"How can you tell, master?" asks the young padawan.
"Well you see here, if you study each body from head to toe, you will find no trace of any damage whatsoever. Untouched. But, my young padawan, if you would take note of the slimy goo that comes out of the ears and noses..."
"Poison?!" the young padawan reaches over for the poison-check tool.
The master held up one hand, gently, motioning the padawan to stop, yet still keep his cool, "Nay, young knave, for it is not poison, but brains. Mushy, mushy, mushy brains."
Both men sat in silence, wondering of the unimaginable pain, and suffering that these young, dead individuals had gone through...
"So what of the paperwork, master"? Motioned the young padawan.
The greater of the two picked up a pen, and scribbled on the paper:
Cause of death: Boredom. Intense, unimaginable boredom.
I'm gonna do this with the purpose of testing how well i can focus.
It has come to my attention that i'm losing the control i have over my own mind.
It tends to blur out when i'm thinking too hard.
It used to be able to keep me up at nights...
...now it just puts me to sleep.
Fuck it. Both hands.
Let's start with a story. We havent had stories here in awhile no?
Once upon a time, in a faraway place, a place far from most of you at least, there was a young man who, has a rather peculiar ability. An ability that is far greater than any machines and more dangerous than any weapon. It is as sturdy as a river-splitting boulder, but also as sensitive as a fat woman. This incredibly strange ability was one that he called "boredom".
A double-edged sword it is, the greatest achievement could come from it, but it also eats the user inside out. He once saved a local village girl from bad people by boring them to death. Yes.....to DEATH!
"A misterious death indeed..." says one coroner...
"How can you tell, master?" asks the young padawan.
"Well you see here, if you study each body from head to toe, you will find no trace of any damage whatsoever. Untouched. But, my young padawan, if you would take note of the slimy goo that comes out of the ears and noses..."
"Poison?!" the young padawan reaches over for the poison-check tool.
The master held up one hand, gently, motioning the padawan to stop, yet still keep his cool, "Nay, young knave, for it is not poison, but brains. Mushy, mushy, mushy brains."
Both men sat in silence, wondering of the unimaginable pain, and suffering that these young, dead individuals had gone through...
"So what of the paperwork, master"? Motioned the young padawan.
The greater of the two picked up a pen, and scribbled on the paper:
Cause of death: Boredom. Intense, unimaginable boredom.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
NeoWakko in Bristol¬
Wow.
I finally got my ass to write up another entry.
Guilt and pondering.
I am in the uk.
I think i left quite a bit of a mess back home.
Unsettled business.
I admit it wasn't the best of all ways to settle a problem.
A problem settled in silence.
I couldn't tell what i wanted to say,
but i could tell what i didn't, by not saying it.
Its immaturity and whatnots that didn't give me a better solution.
I think i'm playing it too safe here.
Where's the thrill in life when nothing seems to be new?
When you know about everything that is likely to happen?
When there's nothing to lose...
Hell, i am still young, still far from the unconditional responsibilities, still able to learn from my mistakes- intentionally or not.
A knife, if not sharpened, will be blunt.
As blunt as my unsharpened mind.
i'm not homesick yet.
Not too sure what to be homesick about.
It's been a month.
Maybe i will be one day.
After a year or so.
I'm having problems writing.
I think it's cause i can't be honest to myself anymore.
I can't exactly write what i feel, cause i don't know what i'm feeling on most things.
Sad.
Maybe i've been lying to myself all this while.
Maybe i've been getting better at fooling myself.
On what? that, i really don't know.
Just a theory.
A theory based on the fact that i can't dig deep into my mind and emotions, to write what is in them with clarity and much honesty.
To write out the picture i see true to its original essence.
I wanted to take my heart out and place it on your screen for you to see.
But i guess i can't even do that anymore.
I can't draw a painting painted in my mind because my fingers wouldn't move as accurately, my paintbrush turned stiff from not being utilised for too long.
Therefore, fellow readers, i need more time to soften the joints, loosen the muscles, see through myself with much more clarity.
NeoWakko in Bristol¬
Nothing exciting here so far.
I finally got my ass to write up another entry.
Guilt and pondering.
I am in the uk.
I think i left quite a bit of a mess back home.
Unsettled business.
I admit it wasn't the best of all ways to settle a problem.
A problem settled in silence.
I couldn't tell what i wanted to say,
but i could tell what i didn't, by not saying it.
Its immaturity and whatnots that didn't give me a better solution.
I think i'm playing it too safe here.
Where's the thrill in life when nothing seems to be new?
When you know about everything that is likely to happen?
When there's nothing to lose...
Hell, i am still young, still far from the unconditional responsibilities, still able to learn from my mistakes- intentionally or not.
A knife, if not sharpened, will be blunt.
As blunt as my unsharpened mind.
i'm not homesick yet.
Not too sure what to be homesick about.
It's been a month.
Maybe i will be one day.
After a year or so.
I'm having problems writing.
I think it's cause i can't be honest to myself anymore.
I can't exactly write what i feel, cause i don't know what i'm feeling on most things.
Sad.
Maybe i've been lying to myself all this while.
Maybe i've been getting better at fooling myself.
On what? that, i really don't know.
Just a theory.
A theory based on the fact that i can't dig deep into my mind and emotions, to write what is in them with clarity and much honesty.
To write out the picture i see true to its original essence.
I wanted to take my heart out and place it on your screen for you to see.
But i guess i can't even do that anymore.
I can't draw a painting painted in my mind because my fingers wouldn't move as accurately, my paintbrush turned stiff from not being utilised for too long.
Therefore, fellow readers, i need more time to soften the joints, loosen the muscles, see through myself with much more clarity.
NeoWakko in Bristol¬
Nothing exciting here so far.
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