His left eye behaved and stayed composed
but the rain tends not to stop at one drop
15 February 2010
14 February 2010
Because you don't know how much he is willing to sacrifice
One morning, like every other morning he woke up dazed. The sun shun brightly through the gap of the blinds he created, due to his clumsiness, a few years ago. Like every morning he woke up with the sound of the birds, overshadowed by the sounds of construction near by. However, today of all days was a special day.
He woke up right after reaching for a hand, holding it firmly, stroking it gently and gazing at the soft smooth skin. The moment he woke up he knew who's hand it was. Though he did not know why he dreamt of such a thing, and the feeling he had after remembering the dream. Sweat broke as his concentration increased, trying to remember the details of the intriguing dream. His heart slowed to an abnormal pace and his breath - soundless and growingly less frequent.
Might I add, it wasn't because of this dream that made the day special.
His body motionless trying to make sense of the image he saw, trying to remember what happened before the uniting of hands. And without progress he gave up and returned to his reality and daily routine.
Brushing of teeth,
He knew his mind was in shambles after what happened earlier. He needed to distract himself. Distractions. Distractions...
Eating of breakfast,
Whenever his mind is free it strolls to the irritating unknown, the certain and the uncertain.
Switching on of computer.
"How much longer will this day take to pass by?" Doing his best to distract himself, time does disappear.
However, eventually the purpose of the distractions seize to work effectively, and soon his mind wanders without restriction and without care. Crossing borders from insanity to sanity, logical and emotional, stupidity and wisdom. In the end... well to be honest, there is no end =]
He woke up right after reaching for a hand, holding it firmly, stroking it gently and gazing at the soft smooth skin. The moment he woke up he knew who's hand it was. Though he did not know why he dreamt of such a thing, and the feeling he had after remembering the dream. Sweat broke as his concentration increased, trying to remember the details of the intriguing dream. His heart slowed to an abnormal pace and his breath - soundless and growingly less frequent.
Might I add, it wasn't because of this dream that made the day special.
His body motionless trying to make sense of the image he saw, trying to remember what happened before the uniting of hands. And without progress he gave up and returned to his reality and daily routine.
Brushing of teeth,
He knew his mind was in shambles after what happened earlier. He needed to distract himself. Distractions. Distractions...
Eating of breakfast,
Whenever his mind is free it strolls to the irritating unknown, the certain and the uncertain.
Switching on of computer.
"How much longer will this day take to pass by?" Doing his best to distract himself, time does disappear.
However, eventually the purpose of the distractions seize to work effectively, and soon his mind wanders without restriction and without care. Crossing borders from insanity to sanity, logical and emotional, stupidity and wisdom. In the end... well to be honest, there is no end =]
26 January 2010
20 mins and the tiles are still warm
Ha, how great would i be as a doctor. Not intellectually.. i mean i would never be able to be a doctor for that simple fact but emotionally and i guess mentally [in a way] How easy it is to turn on and off. how simple it is not to fear. All great qualities doctors would learn.
However, it is a strength of character that allows them to return to becoming human. Let's find out.
Anywho, everyone must think how weird and strange I can be huh? I HIGHLY doubt anyone reads this anymore but... before you judge you must understand a few things.
- do you trust yourself as much as I trust myself? and I mean not now.. but in the past and in the future? let me clarify myself later.
- Do you consciously "feel" the notion of a memory? For me they are like dreams. They happened but it doesn't seem like it did. It is a blur.
- How much do you think about these memories?
Ok clarification:
As tomorrow is as a blur as it is yesterday I can only trust yesterday me to have made the right decisions to guide me through today and aid with tomorrow. Still don't get it?
Nothing is on my first level of my mind. In order to remember something I have to try hard to remember. So when I am feeling lazy or put on the spot I rely on yesterday me to have made the correct decisions.
dame da na.
I guess in away I am talking to myself. I know many people won't read this junk today. but in maybe a few months or years later I will come across my blogs and say DAMN this bloody guy has some crap in his head but understands me. *sigh* this notion of me.
ma ii darou...
hehe I must have a ninja body or something. I heal mega quick. so fast that i cant even show off the war scar.
それでまたね。
However, it is a strength of character that allows them to return to becoming human. Let's find out.
Anywho, everyone must think how weird and strange I can be huh? I HIGHLY doubt anyone reads this anymore but... before you judge you must understand a few things.
- do you trust yourself as much as I trust myself? and I mean not now.. but in the past and in the future? let me clarify myself later.
- Do you consciously "feel" the notion of a memory? For me they are like dreams. They happened but it doesn't seem like it did. It is a blur.
- How much do you think about these memories?
Ok clarification:
As tomorrow is as a blur as it is yesterday I can only trust yesterday me to have made the right decisions to guide me through today and aid with tomorrow. Still don't get it?
Nothing is on my first level of my mind. In order to remember something I have to try hard to remember. So when I am feeling lazy or put on the spot I rely on yesterday me to have made the correct decisions.
dame da na.
I guess in away I am talking to myself. I know many people won't read this junk today. but in maybe a few months or years later I will come across my blogs and say DAMN this bloody guy has some crap in his head but understands me. *sigh* this notion of me.
ma ii darou...
hehe I must have a ninja body or something. I heal mega quick. so fast that i cant even show off the war scar.
それでまたね。
21 November 2009
Because I can't, I'll let you figure out how I feel.
It is hot. Hot enough to raise anyone's temper.
The taunts from her brother continue. He prances around, making horrible faces only in the eyes of a four year old. Just another hindrance in an adults eyes. His arms and legs swing succinctly, adding to the intensity of his taunts. She is about to cry.
searching for consolidation, she tugs at her mother's hem. The mother picks her up holding her, despite the heat. As if too hot to scold the boy for picking on the daughter. The child continues his prance spinning around his mother, attempting his worse faces while his mother was not facing him. Tears start trickling down her face, but no squeal was heard. The emotions just halted and she was quiet and resound.
Maybe the mother said something. But now she stroked her mother's long ponytail. The little girl's fingers slid in and out of the silky smooth hair. Almost patting the back of her mother's upper back, as if consolidating her mother. She was calm. No attention was given to the young boy, and now he stood quietly by his father, who was reading the newspaper.
The mother - unchanged [emotions], waits patiently for the train.
Still stroking her mother's hair, it presents the image of how a mother would stroke a daughter's. In a caring and consolidating way. Almost playing with the hair yet, soft and gentle.
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yeah.. apologies. No time to blog just go go go. Haha not really... just going out a lot, sleeping little - when i have the chance and enjoying my time. Also, thinking very little. i will not go through my 2 weeks of craziness. It is boring ;)
Instead, I gave you 2 minutes of my day.
19 October 2009
Another love ;)
Introducing!!!
Okay.. it isn't what you were expecting. NOT a GIRL!? =O You must be devastated. I know they are pretty and all however, THIS one just blows my mind! Well it isn't really a girl.. but seriously.. DAYUM!
Yes I understand that I should not be blogging, HOWEVER, I am resting my arm from writing 3 intense essays under 35 mins each. [separate] I have been meaning to blog about this for ages too ^^| Ok here it is.
Nuttelex - 100% Australian owned and made - [with some imported ingredients ==" ]
dairy free [yay] no artificial additives and cholesterol free [yay]
bahahah it is vegan's margarine!
- Free from Milk & Lactose
- Free from Nut Oils
- Free from Gluten
- Free from Soy
- Free from Artificial Additives
- Vegetarian & Vegan
lolol ok this is all nice and good yeah? What is so good about it??
The taste!!!! The bloody taste... mm.. it is very difficult to describe this. HOWEVER, just one day when you are out of margarine buy this one =] it is a little more expensive... 1 dollar? but you wont regret it. Once my mum bought this, she went nuts. Lols.. whenever it was on sale she bought 2 extra boxes.. even though we had not finished the one at home =P
It seriously is... awesome. Bahaha my persuading powers are crap. I am definitely not gonna be studied for in module B in the future :L
My problem with this, [and I am brutally critical] is that it claims 100% Australian but has something about imported goods... how is that 100%? Also, the heart foundation tick. If it is that great shouldn't it have the tick? Not some dodgy made up heart?
=D still ain't gonna change cos this stuff is addictive :L anywho! back to searching the depth of my brain (Y)
GOOD luck everyone.
Let's show Crappy ruse how shatty they are! I mean compare how much crap/cow pats per meter they have compared to us ;) they shove their 8 cows or something in one small paddock, I wont be suprised if one dies.
Let's do this. Bring it HSC.
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