Some time ago, I've opened up to and got disappointed by a person who felt OK with opening up to and got disappointed by another person. Neither me nor that person have seen it coming.
My best friend has a microwave oven called "Candy". So do all the kitchens inside a few dormitories my faculty owns.
I went driving the other day and, when I was driving past the church entrance, The God that failed burst out of the speakers inside the car. Funny, considering my background :-).
While on my way home, I've found out that Never enough is Never enough indeed. Two different perspectives, on a shuffled playlist, with zero manual intervention, out of a few hundred songs...
That's about it on this topic for today. I don't consider they have any significance whatsoever.
"In the end we're all just chalk lines on the concrete, Drawn only to be washed away."
Cheers!
Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
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Monday, June 7, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Emotional dyslexia
I guess that's what we tend to see so often out there, around us, today. We get pounded with "what do you like? what do you get pleasure out of?" and whatnot? so... we become emotionally blind to those in front of us. Should the way each of us transposes their feelings into actions, attitudes and vibrations (be it word, be it touch or simple gestures) be considered a form of written communication, most of those I know are practically dyslexic.
What concerns me most, however, is that a lot of the same folks I know gradually develop a more and more potent form of alexia... like... when someone breaks your trust and turns the one you were into a defiled form of your own self? And then you hear people "no, you can't feel something, anything just like that, for anyone!" - then, I wonder, how the fuck can one plummet from a decent person into a cold hearted humanoid? I mean... if that's possible - and we all know it is, since we've seen it with our own eyes, most likely - why isn't the opposite allowed to happen? Ah, no, wait... it takes time to build, right... :-) It takes mere instants to obliterate, however.
All those days we spend waiting won't come back, just as the title song claims, for time is no boomerang to turn tail and run back into our arms. Would've been nice, though. :-)
Is it perfection or vanity to be able to lie to ourselves and talk ourselves into whatever we feel like becoming? I don't know and I don't really care... or that's what I'm trying to talk myself into. I can barely spot a few glimpses of success, however.
What concerns me most, however, is that a lot of the same folks I know gradually develop a more and more potent form of alexia... like... when someone breaks your trust and turns the one you were into a defiled form of your own self? And then you hear people "no, you can't feel something, anything just like that, for anyone!" - then, I wonder, how the fuck can one plummet from a decent person into a cold hearted humanoid? I mean... if that's possible - and we all know it is, since we've seen it with our own eyes, most likely - why isn't the opposite allowed to happen? Ah, no, wait... it takes time to build, right... :-) It takes mere instants to obliterate, however.
All those days we spend waiting won't come back, just as the title song claims, for time is no boomerang to turn tail and run back into our arms. Would've been nice, though. :-)
Is it perfection or vanity to be able to lie to ourselves and talk ourselves into whatever we feel like becoming? I don't know and I don't really care... or that's what I'm trying to talk myself into. I can barely spot a few glimpses of success, however.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
May rant - 'crazy nice'
I guess love in its early stages tastes like May cherries. Indeed, who asked for my opinion but... why do people have blogs anyway? :-)
Neither sour as green cherries, nor sweet as those blood-red cherries one can indulge upon during June, but fresh and somewhat juicy. Just like an almost ripened cherry, flooding your senses with its sweet, then mildly sour parts.
How would it be like, past the month of May, one would wonder...
Neither sour as green cherries, nor sweet as those blood-red cherries one can indulge upon during June, but fresh and somewhat juicy. Just like an almost ripened cherry, flooding your senses with its sweet, then mildly sour parts.
How would it be like, past the month of May, one would wonder...
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Just a little bit longer
Took part to an interesting event on Friday evening. It's been much more pleasant thanks to the company I was fortunate enough to enjoy. I've never really thought atmosphere may be mimed. However, I was proven wrong during that event. It's really flabbergasting how a couple (well, 5 couples) of fingers may direct, diverge, determine and dose the vibrations in the air so that they all contract, expand yet fit snuggly all together right inside your mind.
Think of a metal worker, casting a fragile steel filigree. No, you're not there yet. This mime has only thin air to work with and no mold for his work. Moreover, after all his work, there's nothing left of it. Nothing, if you discard the applause one gets after such a performance.
Man, I got such an unhealthy life style... 6PM at work, 7PM at the concert. 9:30PM strolling in the park, 10PM got home... walked all the way to my place. Pretty neat, considering it was the second time I think when I do that at night. Recently, I began skipping the bus and taking a walk back home from work. Same shit - as far as time span is concerned. I only hope I don't get a lot of rain going on. And I really must minimize whatever I carry along with me, otherwise my back is gonna get toast.
I keep on going back and forth between the two perspectives the song in the title of this post and this one present... "Just a little bit longer"... I ought to sleep just a little bit longer! that's what I should be pondering on... :-) But... I don't want to talk about it.
Good luck and good hunting!
Think of a metal worker, casting a fragile steel filigree. No, you're not there yet. This mime has only thin air to work with and no mold for his work. Moreover, after all his work, there's nothing left of it. Nothing, if you discard the applause one gets after such a performance.
Man, I got such an unhealthy life style... 6PM at work, 7PM at the concert. 9:30PM strolling in the park, 10PM got home... walked all the way to my place. Pretty neat, considering it was the second time I think when I do that at night. Recently, I began skipping the bus and taking a walk back home from work. Same shit - as far as time span is concerned. I only hope I don't get a lot of rain going on. And I really must minimize whatever I carry along with me, otherwise my back is gonna get toast.
I keep on going back and forth between the two perspectives the song in the title of this post and this one present... "Just a little bit longer"... I ought to sleep just a little bit longer! that's what I should be pondering on... :-) But... I don't want to talk about it.
Good luck and good hunting!
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Saturday rant
If you are not aware of the average value for human cells division, please, avoid this blog and whatever social network profile you got here from - or do a bit of research; since you're reading this, the Internet is right at your fingertips so why not move 'em and use it toward your knowledge? If you don't know that much about yourself, why bother trying to unravel me? It's absurd. :-)
If the first paragraph convinced you that human cells only divide for a given amount of times, please know you're wrong. If you don't know what HeLa stands for, do some research or avoid this blog. :-) It's not necessarily relevant to life, but what if you met an alien and (s)he asks you this simple question: do you divide forever or for a while? ;-)
If you check your mouse, looking for an extra button when you hear "bubble click" instead of throwing a giggle or putting on a nice little smile, go sell that mouse and buy yourself some humor, then return to this blog. :-)
If you can't control yourself and if you're only willing to do whatever you want, understand that those who live by the sword, die by the sword. Attempt to want to control your inner animal and try to only claw and rake at those whom really threaten your integrity, not just anyone coming along your path. For not anyone is a threat and maybe some of those you wreck mental & emotional havoc upon, just maybe a few of those do care about you in a way you can't figure out. Once you've achieved that, tag along me and let's discuss. What? The world entire, why not?
Our bodies are designed to self destruct at some given point in time. If I live to my 66th birthday, I still got left around 1 636 363 636 heart beats. And one more, while you read this. So instead of tampering with my pulse and stealing the ticks of my tiny clock, either try to tune our clocks and see what can we achieve together, replenishing each other's ticks, or spare yourself the hassle and listen to your own tick-tock by yourself. Alas, music sounds better when you listen to it on your own... not.
We each have a whole life behind us. It takes yet another life to intimately know the life behind the other one. Instead of wasting another life trying to get to know me, let's take a leap of faith towards tomorrow and see what happens next. One only needs to see where one is heading so they may take the leap... tomorrow is a spot pretty interesting and good enough for me, for today is already behind us and tomorrow is just a couple of heartbeats away.
I'm not here to offer answers. I'm here to raise questions and grant alternatives. If you got this far reading this post, what's on your mind? Why not get in touch with you and me? Fear keeps one alive, when fear has a reason to exist. Otherwise, it slowly serves one a cunning death, one spoon at a time.
Started this on Saturday... it still feels the work of a mad man.
If the first paragraph convinced you that human cells only divide for a given amount of times, please know you're wrong. If you don't know what HeLa stands for, do some research or avoid this blog. :-) It's not necessarily relevant to life, but what if you met an alien and (s)he asks you this simple question: do you divide forever or for a while? ;-)
If you check your mouse, looking for an extra button when you hear "bubble click" instead of throwing a giggle or putting on a nice little smile, go sell that mouse and buy yourself some humor, then return to this blog. :-)
If you can't control yourself and if you're only willing to do whatever you want, understand that those who live by the sword, die by the sword. Attempt to want to control your inner animal and try to only claw and rake at those whom really threaten your integrity, not just anyone coming along your path. For not anyone is a threat and maybe some of those you wreck mental & emotional havoc upon, just maybe a few of those do care about you in a way you can't figure out. Once you've achieved that, tag along me and let's discuss. What? The world entire, why not?
Our bodies are designed to self destruct at some given point in time. If I live to my 66th birthday, I still got left around 1 636 363 636 heart beats. And one more, while you read this. So instead of tampering with my pulse and stealing the ticks of my tiny clock, either try to tune our clocks and see what can we achieve together, replenishing each other's ticks, or spare yourself the hassle and listen to your own tick-tock by yourself. Alas, music sounds better when you listen to it on your own... not.
We each have a whole life behind us. It takes yet another life to intimately know the life behind the other one. Instead of wasting another life trying to get to know me, let's take a leap of faith towards tomorrow and see what happens next. One only needs to see where one is heading so they may take the leap... tomorrow is a spot pretty interesting and good enough for me, for today is already behind us and tomorrow is just a couple of heartbeats away.
I'm not here to offer answers. I'm here to raise questions and grant alternatives. If you got this far reading this post, what's on your mind? Why not get in touch with you and me? Fear keeps one alive, when fear has a reason to exist. Otherwise, it slowly serves one a cunning death, one spoon at a time.
Started this on Saturday... it still feels the work of a mad man.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Wednesday rant
I love this song... Really crazy about it. :-x
Cherry blossom; exercise; sun; smile; singing; grin; hug; black; cross; wait; think; wonder; attempt; return; mount; sway; jolt; ponder; answer; hope; descend; walk; expect; cross to the other side; gaze; lean; remember; gulp; smell; daydream; step; hope.
Came across this short-hair-cut guy, wearing a green t-shirt, having "Sex without love is just exercise" across his chest. Made me think a bit about it and, while I was walking with the scent of the cherry trees all around me, I walked down my path toward home. Thanks to the big smile and a hug from a cute person, I was able to actually notice a few birds singing amidst the cherry trees. Black, velvet-like coat. Cute :-)
Back on my path, the light was right so I crossed, backwards, looking after a bus. Waiting there, I've noticed a cab driver pushing by himself his cab. All alone. I thought I'd walk the 100m to him and give a hand, despite him being a gypsy or any other reason. I've wondered what if I'd miss the bus by doing so. I took a few steps toward him, when a couple of other gypsy teenagers parted from the armchair they were moving in a garbage bin and gave him a pair of helping hands. Funny how we see the differences now, instead of noticing the similarities. Apparently, the more we know, the less we see, unlike those who we claim to be unworthy of being called equals to us, whom have a better perspective of things. Think it this way: the bigger the chunk, the smaller your apple is when you eat it.
Turned sails and got back to my spot, just to notice the bus arriving. Good timing. Less than 15 minutes lost. Good enough. Mounted the old faithful and buckled up for the routine urban surf - sway, tumble, lean and push oneself around, just to maintain a steady body posture as the vehicle glides through both craters and smooth tracks toward its destinations. Meh... Suddenly, a jolt in my left front jeans pocket. I ponder on the meaning of it, try to answer, rephrase, reduce, think again, then finally issue a reply. Bad feedback is way better than no feedback, as long as it's crystal clear. Or close to it.
Can't help but nurture this shy piece of hope... what can I do? I'm nothing but a flawed individual. I say goodbye to my noble metal steed and carry on, by foot, to the place where one finally sees what lays before him/her. The metal skeleton next to the street crossing area is just about good enough to lean against, as I wait for the light to turn green. As I gaze around me, my sight - if the stream of photons coming from another object, reflecting environmental light towards me could be considered consistent enough to be called "mine" - is captured by the couple of tachyon vortexes some person decided to trap, steal, encase within a pair of empty crystal marbles and then display them with a tiny "iris" tag stitched to them. Walking by her, I remember having been here before. Yeah... on a Saturday. And there were some snacks involved, although I only had an apple and some chocolate, before the warm rays of the shy spring sun. *gulp* *sigh*
Take a deep breath. Spring. Yes. I wonder how sweet would it be like if only... and... maybe just a bit... Argh... Daydreams... too sweet to let go, too false to be called dreams. You're not awake, nor are you asleep. F~ing quantum physics. Keep walking... The modern fortune teller only unveils her store on the 12th. So I'm stuck with these vision layers for a while longer. At least I didn't go there tomorrow, for nothing.
I wish all around me would let their will be seen by others... nonetheless, their will lies dormant beneath thick walls made of negations and restrictions. I'll show my will... I'll let other see I want to want to make a change for the better, whatever the odds. The nifty side of odds... :-) No matter how tiny they might be, they stack up. So, a couple has more than double their individual chances. Love is synergy. I think.
Good luck and good hunting!
Cherry blossom; exercise; sun; smile; singing; grin; hug; black; cross; wait; think; wonder; attempt; return; mount; sway; jolt; ponder; answer; hope; descend; walk; expect; cross to the other side; gaze; lean; remember; gulp; smell; daydream; step; hope.
Came across this short-hair-cut guy, wearing a green t-shirt, having "Sex without love is just exercise" across his chest. Made me think a bit about it and, while I was walking with the scent of the cherry trees all around me, I walked down my path toward home. Thanks to the big smile and a hug from a cute person, I was able to actually notice a few birds singing amidst the cherry trees. Black, velvet-like coat. Cute :-)
Back on my path, the light was right so I crossed, backwards, looking after a bus. Waiting there, I've noticed a cab driver pushing by himself his cab. All alone. I thought I'd walk the 100m to him and give a hand, despite him being a gypsy or any other reason. I've wondered what if I'd miss the bus by doing so. I took a few steps toward him, when a couple of other gypsy teenagers parted from the armchair they were moving in a garbage bin and gave him a pair of helping hands. Funny how we see the differences now, instead of noticing the similarities. Apparently, the more we know, the less we see, unlike those who we claim to be unworthy of being called equals to us, whom have a better perspective of things. Think it this way: the bigger the chunk, the smaller your apple is when you eat it.
Turned sails and got back to my spot, just to notice the bus arriving. Good timing. Less than 15 minutes lost. Good enough. Mounted the old faithful and buckled up for the routine urban surf - sway, tumble, lean and push oneself around, just to maintain a steady body posture as the vehicle glides through both craters and smooth tracks toward its destinations. Meh... Suddenly, a jolt in my left front jeans pocket. I ponder on the meaning of it, try to answer, rephrase, reduce, think again, then finally issue a reply. Bad feedback is way better than no feedback, as long as it's crystal clear. Or close to it.
Can't help but nurture this shy piece of hope... what can I do? I'm nothing but a flawed individual. I say goodbye to my noble metal steed and carry on, by foot, to the place where one finally sees what lays before him/her. The metal skeleton next to the street crossing area is just about good enough to lean against, as I wait for the light to turn green. As I gaze around me, my sight - if the stream of photons coming from another object, reflecting environmental light towards me could be considered consistent enough to be called "mine" - is captured by the couple of tachyon vortexes some person decided to trap, steal, encase within a pair of empty crystal marbles and then display them with a tiny "iris" tag stitched to them. Walking by her, I remember having been here before. Yeah... on a Saturday. And there were some snacks involved, although I only had an apple and some chocolate, before the warm rays of the shy spring sun. *gulp* *sigh*
Take a deep breath. Spring. Yes. I wonder how sweet would it be like if only... and... maybe just a bit... Argh... Daydreams... too sweet to let go, too false to be called dreams. You're not awake, nor are you asleep. F~ing quantum physics. Keep walking... The modern fortune teller only unveils her store on the 12th. So I'm stuck with these vision layers for a while longer. At least I didn't go there tomorrow, for nothing.
I wish all around me would let their will be seen by others... nonetheless, their will lies dormant beneath thick walls made of negations and restrictions. I'll show my will... I'll let other see I want to want to make a change for the better, whatever the odds. The nifty side of odds... :-) No matter how tiny they might be, they stack up. So, a couple has more than double their individual chances. Love is synergy. I think.
Good luck and good hunting!
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