Time.

Sometimes you just wonder back to the time of your life when you were actually enjoying stuffs without even have to think of Governmental issues, environmental and health problems, or even tests.
How i wish i could just turn back the clock and forget all of the stress and such that has accumulated these past few years.
But tis' will never happen as time is still moving forward. Thus, we'll have to do out best even though we yearn for something lost in the flow of time.

Current view of life.

Social Network.. A connection of unknown people bound by social connections where one leads to infinite possibilities. And because of that there'll bound to be probabilities in which i get to meet moronic assholes...

The more i understand life.. The more i despise life.

Tis' begs the question of myself wondering how can some people actually be happy living in this dissociating world of Despise, Hate, Fear, Greed.

But tis' to be said. That i myself is a person living in this world.

Therefore I myself also i quite despicable to even i myself.

But the fact remains. Although you sometimes might question me on why am i thinking too negatively/pessimistically.

My answer would simply be: I myself enjoy this dysfunctional view of the world as it is what i perceive this world as. As a place filled with sadness. As a place filled with dark/otherworldly intentions.

Something cheesy...

Let's see if i can write anything cheesily stupid today...
hmm...


Drunk

Snowdrops falling on my head
As i lay on snow
Yellow in Color
It smelled Horrible.
It was Urine.

Writer's Pox pt.3

Boredom+Creativity=Something odd.

As you may have heard of the term' An idle mind is the Devil's plaything'
Well, As for myself of course, I'm still idling around and i have still yet to think of any evil thoughts.
So far i'm still miles away from being insane... as far as i could tell.
Anyways, I'm bored. Really really bored, can anyone please save me from this phantasmagoric nightmare?

Nevermind, Point being that i'm bored and my thoughts are a little bit under the weather.
in a way i kind of hate myself for being myself.

Boredom, Relate, Assertive, Multiplying, Hunger, Thirst, Benevolence, Bane, Vain, Sane, Mane, Dane, Brain, Cane, Pain, Grain, Same, Train, Rain, Drain, Jail, Mail, Frail, Trail, Sail, Braille, Stale, Tale, Tail, Tamil, Grail, Holy, Mole, Sheet, Sit, Shit, Slip, Trip, Bleep, Flip, Dip, <~ (Writing random words that crosses my mind)

Writer's blog pt.2

As you all know, I'm still unable to write anything due to myself not having any fantastic imagination(Maybe i should try tripping myself.)

Boredom's a constant word heard from teenagers around my age. And why is that true?
Well. This is because I SAID SO! ^_^

Anyways, another day's gone by and i'm actually feeling the same old loneliness that was always constant. Unable to do anything about it, was i then decided to leave the a space that i felt secure and just get out for a quick breather.
After driving around and stopping somewhere was i able to find a slight tinge of uneasiness and not knowing where should i head to. At the same time was i thinking of two random thoughts. One was regarding what i should actually be doing with my life and another was what'll happen to myself if i were to change something. Could my life get any worse or could it get better than what i have now. Thus i concluded to myself that i myself never thought of changing myself. Clinging back to the same old me as i did for 15 years was another one of my flaw as a human being.
Adept as i seem to be dealing with emotions, Have i yet to reveal my true self even to myself.
laying deep within my tainted, wretched soul lies a seed that is Self-sabotaging, Rebellious, Unmotivated, Greedy, Hostile, and most of all, a dependent parasite that feeds off the knowledge of another. <~ (Maybe tis' a wise choice to be used in one of my essays ^_^)
Back to writing*

And I'm unable to continue writing.. Marvelous =.=ll

Writer's Block pt.1

As i am currently running out of materials to write on,
I'll just write some random stuffs to fill out my boredom ^_^

Alone in the room i sat there by myself, Staring into the vast portals of information
Not knowing what to search for, Traversed the web-like highway i did.
As boredom creeps through the very depths of my conscience,
sounds of clicking and clacking are heard from throughout the room.
Twas' Moments later that something peculiar happen to cross my very thoughts.
Peculiar as it may seem, tis' a profile from a normal site that caught my interest.
by entering the profile was i able to meet someone so uniquely remarkable that even I cannot resist not writing to, for it was a profile of great interest to me and me alone.
Dropping the persona of someone so weary, Decided that i take a look into the profile
decided that i talked to that person, decided that i also took the time to get to know of that person so unaccented that i later grew fond of.
Minutes became hours which became days that i first talked to her that suddenly i found myself growing fond of that special person whom i spake with.
"Twas' a special meeting indeed that was" thinking to myself
"Twas' a special occasion indeed. Mind if we celebrate it with a tinge of self-destruction?" my mind answered
'Self-sabotage'? or was it 'self-indulge' were the two common things that i never knew what the difference were.
Telling myself that not even a Raven who bequeathes 'Nevermore' would mess with me
nor even the tallest of Titans, Atlas would be able to signify anything compared to this feeling of euphoria of meeting someone as compassionate as her.

But alas. Tis' just another post from someone who just so happens to meet her by a chance given by fate.

Life~*

Life, in my opinion. Is like a Spider silk that's spiraling through a maze of infinite possibilities. Through time, you will encounter a dead end which you'll have to find a way to overcome. There also times when you have to go back and retry a different route.
but as you pass through the routes, There will surely be some dust sticking onto the silk. Think of the particles of different colors as different experiences you gain from crossing throughout a maze. It doesn't matter how long it took for you to finish the maze as you'll finish it eventually. When you do, you'll look back and see that it becomes a really beautiful tapestry that you weaved yourself with your own Sweat and Tears. By then, You will be proud of who you are because it's you~*

This is what i wrote in my high school's Mid-term test titled "Beauty"

Beauty

Beauty, as people say, is in the eyes of the beholder. But, other people would say that it will be only in the eyes of the Beer-Holder. The two particular statements are not completely correct but it is also not completely wrong. As the saying goes, one man's meat is another man's poison.

Beauty lies everywhere. In the form of words, in the form of an artwork, or even in the form of sound can one experience beauty. For example, the word Spectacular, pronounced S-Pec-Tac-U-Lar is a letter which consists eleven letters. Even so, no word can ever sound the same as spectacular. The same goes for art. For example, Mona Lisa, an artwork which potrays a lady sitting elegantly, is a remarkable artwork by Leonardo Da Vinci which is praised by thousands if not hundreds of thousands of people. But to me, I myself never liked that particular artwork because it is as though the lady is staring right through one's soul like the Spear of Longinus, piercing right through one's Soul and mind. I myself would prefer Van Gogh's Starry Night. That particular painting depicts a lone village which is serene and peaceful, and unlike Mona Lisa. It is devoid of human figures. Both of these pictures have one common goal, which is to immortalize that particular place and setting or to immortalize the lady in the painting.

If one says that the word beauty can only be used to refer to something pretty and spectacular, that particular statement is correct, but how does one actually define pretty as one's definition of pretty would normally differ from another person's definition so there is no way a beautiful painting can be beautiful to everyone. For instance, the Great Red Dragon, which depicts a shockingly horrid lizard which has ten wings is seen by another person as an epic artwork of Gargantuan size and proportion. Another man next to him might even depict it as an abstract art.

Another type of beauty lies in humans. Any human is beautiful, be it a child or an adult. Male or Female, Fat or slim. Just like tea, people normally tend to like sweet teas but other people would prefer bitter ones like Green tea. While other refers Green tea as earthy. But, there will always be a teacup specialized for that particular tea. In human beings, there are two specific types of beauty, one where you show it from your actions and the latter which is shown physically. A good artwork is always hard to paint and it takes time to paint it to perfection. After it is done, it will not be famous in days, nor months let alone years.. but once it is recognized, it will be a priceless treasure that everyone wants. This is the same for a person's beauty. If a person is beautiful yet has a heart of thorns, or a person who has a heart of gold but has a body so unattractively repulsive that even people will run away from her the first time they met. Do you think both of the individuals mentioned are perfect in every way? In my opinion, perfection will never be obtained by normal means but is a gift from the gods that must be cherished by the person granted with perfection.

Beauty can also be found in sceneries, The Great Savanna, the peaceful wildlands, the pale snowy field, or even the large concrete jungles all have their own aspects of beauty and painting them captures the aspects of a scenery making it last forever even if the painter has died or the place i no longer there, it will always remain in the heart of those who have seen the painting forever.