Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Revival?
I was so much happier back then! Wow. Sometimes i just amaze myslef. Mysefl. Myself. Wow. Army does alot to a man. I was reading my old posts. Nostalgia is something I really hate. I guess it's because it keeps reminding me of simpler times. So much simpler. I'm amazed. My last post here was about a year or so ago. This blog has been here since Sec School.Wow. It's been through alot.I hate it when all the memories start drifting up, when i blow the dust of these old old archives. And yet, it's starngely gratifying. Some posts are really good. It did teach me that i am who i am inside. I'm still that crazy,idiotic, ranting annoying bastard i was. Love me or hate me, it's who i am inside. I've just been too caught up in these goddamn hormones. I'm forgetting. No wait. I'm remembering. I've gotta be happy. It's been years. I've dug a hole of pain and sadness for myself. It's gotta go. The person i love most in still in my life. She would like me out of this rut as well. Somewhere deep down inside of me, where there is that bright yellow memories and love, that small voice tells me again to never give up, to relax, to let go of the bad, embrace my loves and of course, to live. The past few years have been difficult. But they're gone that's what they are.
"Breathe out,you never appreciate how good it feels." - me
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Movin' on up!
Well, my new blog is at borndreaming.blogspot.com Look for me there. None of the original rantings seen in this blog, but merely my collected works. Have fun, and remember, LOVE,LIFE, CELEBRATION!
Monday, January 22, 2007
Back again
I hate it that blogger takes so long to load. All my inspiration drains away.
Well. Alot's been going through my mind lately. Dark,Light,Everything in between.I'm just tired. I guess this is what growing up is.Exhaustion.When you just can't give a damn anymore. I'm happiest doing lit.And, when i'm with her.I have to learn to be happy when i'm alone.With my thoughts, which are oh so prone to going on flights of fancy.Yet. I grew up in that fantasy. I won't leave it.Not even if i really grow up.Fiction without moral is pointless. For combating the dark, this is ally enough.Time i started down that path that i always wanted to go on. One void of anger, void of any ill intent.I am ready to walk it.And put childish flash anger and bad thoughts aside.I love my life.I love Life.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Annoyance
I dunno if i told you this before, but you know what i can't stand? Those schoolgirls, of course, i am not being in the least sexist,but it usually is schoolgirl, who stand at the exit of the bus door blocking the way. Now this act is forgivable with relevance to two factors.One, The vehicle of course, being too croweded, with no seats either to the front or back of the bus.Two. If the said school girl was going to alight at the stop next.In most cases, never happens.The boys are not without their faults. They're the little tyrants running all over the place.Now. I hate, no, abhorr, travelling on the bus when school's just out. It evens smells bad.Scarily enough, a scent that i know absolutely well.The scent of chalk and sweat and old bottles that substitute the rare delicacy that is the soccer ball. Now, you know i'm not just a mean old child hating dirtbag. I was one too, and i'll be darned of i ever was like that. Or worse, allow my children to face this nonsense.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Respect
I respect women. I know, i don't care if i sound fruity or un-masculine, or anything that you judge me as. I respect women. No, i'm not kissing up to the feminist movement, nor am i saying this to please my beloved(Though i do feel she will be so proud.) I am saying this, merely, because this is how I feel. Piercing my ear might have had something to do with it. I finally saw the amount of hardship women go through over the course of their lives. And i ask if the stereotypical "weaker sex" is really all that weak.
Piercing ears is one thing. It doen't hurt at first, but take it out, and you've got a glorious world of hurt. It's not the type of hurt that you get when someone punches you. The kind you can shrug off because of the testosterone. No. It's the kind that draws, invariably, a tear to your eye. It doesn't make you scream out in agony, but it simply hurts,damn it. Like a tiny tiny shrak with tiny tiny razor teeth gnawing away like there's no tomorrow,and it were chewing on a honey glazed ham.It's also a wound that isn't exactly allowed to heal. Ouch.
It only starts at ear piercings, but, trust me it gets worse.Child birth. Women are giving BIRTH to BABIES. Can you imagine just how painful that is?
The world was intended to be matriarchial. Lionesses hunt. Matriachs lead the elephant herd. Somewhere along the way, the natural order of things got screwed up.
I am man enough to respect women. You should be too.
