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| I took this little chunk from the book I'm reading right now. Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working, feeling at peace. A lot of people are frightened because, when it appears, it demolishes all the old things it finds in its path. No one wants their life thrown into chaos. That is why a lot of people keep that threat under control, and are somehow capable of sustaining a house or a structure that is already rotten. They are the engineers of the superseded. Other people think exactly the opposite; they surrender themselves without a second thought, hoping to find in passion the solutions to all their problems. They make the other person responsible for their happiness and blame them for their possible unhappiness. They are either euphoric because something marvelous has happened or depressed because something unexpected has just ruined everything. Keeping passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it---which of these two attitudes is the least destructive? I don't know. After reading this, I had began thinking to myself some more as to which might be more destructive. Just as it had stated at the end though, I simply did not know. Both involved destroying the relationships with the individuals around you as well as destroying yourself internally. It is a very, very dangerous thing, and I guess the safe, sane bet would be to find the very, very thin line that plays cards from both decks equally. The only problem is that very, very few people find and manage to remain on that very, very thin line. Which leads me to my next thought... A while back I had asked if you had to be crazy to be in love. If you did not read this blog but would like to, there's a link at the bottom of this entry that'll get you there. Maybe love is, is being weak in one's presence? Okay maybe not being weak, but literally dropping your guard and disarming yourself in the presence of someone. Making yourself vulnerable to someone and trusting that individual that they will not inflict any harm on you, abuse you, hurt you. Obviously that'd take a tremendous amount of time, patience, and trust to do so, but I think that, that's what it'd take to achieve that level of status with another individual. Although we all differ in trust issues, on how quickly we're willing to pull down the walls of our defense and literally disarm ourselves, it's all generally the same concept. But then again, there are individuals who seem to want to find others who are willing to spend the time, have the patience, and have the determination to tear down one's walls. But that seems unfair almost, almost as if the relationship were never 50/50, like one side has to do more work for the relationship to work. That's complete crap to me. Even if someone did get hurt a bunch and does it as a defense and to see that if someone truly wanted them, that they'd work for it. That's crap. We're not in high school anymore. I asked a friend if her relationship with her boyfriend was a solid 50/50. By 50/50 I meant if they had liked each other mutually without one individual doing more 'liking'. She had honestly told me that it was like a 55/45 with her boyfriend donning the extra 5 points. I asked why. She said she didn't know, but her grandmother told her that it was important in the relationship for the boy to like the girl more...? Superstitious old people thoughts or truth? You tell me. | | |
| "We're so busy watching out for what's just ahead of us that we don't take time to enjoy where we are." - Calvin (Calvin & Hobbes) It's true. We're so rushed on accomplishing things right now so that our futures are filled with more ease, or at least we think, that we don't take time to just stop, and experience the prime moments of our lives right now. I don't think anyone's past their prime, well maybe if you're married, but that's uncharted territory for me so I won't speak on it. We've exhausted ourselves to a point where our eyes burn late into the night trying to understand information we'll never remember eighteen months later. The world seems so stressed out these days, including myself, indicating that yes indeed, it is time to take a small break. I hope you enjoy the 6-day period of sunshine that will grace the city of Seattle as much as I do, the weather hasn't been helping the majority of our moods. "People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world." - Calvin (Calvin & Hobbes) A while back on the phone with a close friend of mine, she had told me that she had thought of herself as a super genius, only that much of the world would disagree with her, because they would never be able to understand her. Instead, individuals might see her as crazy, mainly because they could never understand her thought process, her understanding of symbolisms in this world, her perception upon the events that take place in peoples lives. They see her as crazy only because they can't understand her, and that her thought process or the way she perceives things may seem a little far off the median of what everyone's thoughts are of what the 'normal' is. What's normal? There is no normal, normal is a median, a majority of the same thought of how something should be by the majority of the population. Are all crazy people geniuses? No. I think some are misunderstood individuals who may have a hard time explaining why they believe in the things they do, or how their thought process works, and so forth. Do I think she's a genius? Sadly, yes. Why? Well, you'd never be able to understand. You'd think we're crazy. | | |
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Oldboy
By Min-sik Choi, Ji-tae Yu, Hye-jeong Kang, Dae-han Ji, Dal-su Oh
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OldBoy Seriously disturbing, but very, very well crafted. The man's a genius, I'd throw him a freakin' bone. Dog Search So I've been on the look for a dog to buy. It'd be nice to have a companion, although the one I seek, I am unable to have. Why? Because the dog weighs damn near close to me (which is a hell of a lot for those of you who don't know me), stands like 3 feet off the ground on all four's, but is a pretty big pansy of a dog. Yes I want a Bull Mastiff. Although I'd wrestle with it on a daily basis and let it sleep next to me in bed at night, I couldn't let it just walk through the halls of my house, pushing my miniature sized mother around onto the sidewalls unknowingly. So I reccomend to my mom, an English Bulldog, preferrably a white one just like "Meaty". I'd probably name him Junior, short for Dave Jr. or Snuffy short for Snuffleupagus (The Wooly Mammoth off of Sesame Street that always looked high). The motherly unit looked at googled pictures of the dog, said it looked too pudgy and looked like it would smell real bad. My last desperate attempt was for a pug. A solid black one in specific. My mom thought the dog was cute, and might go with it although I think she has her heart set on one of those Yorkshire Terriers... If we got a Pug I'd have to definately name him "Coltrane". If you don't know where that name is from, well sucks for you then doesn't it? You know what though, at least we're not getting some teacup chiuaua or something that I'd probably not see napping in my bed only for me to jump in bed crushing it. Chaos Touch I truly believe now that some individuals need some sort of strife, or conflict in their life for them to feel alive. Whether it be conflict within themselves, or surrounding themselves with accquaintences who constantly pepper the individual with problems or stress, some people need that to remind them that they're still alive. Maybe that they even view a life without a little turbulence is merely a boring life. So they have the drama, the problems, the days and nights of confusion and hurt to keep them on their toes and to constantly remind them that life isn't some dull experience that just simply needs to be rode out. They'll speak of how hard life is and how much stress comes from the result of it, but sub-consciously they probably desire it. Of course this is just a bunch of babble coming at three in the morning, but it sure has been something I've been thinking about for the past few days. I'm having a hard time putting down what I thought about, maybe another time. The Travelers and the Plane-Tree
Two travelers, worn out by the heat of the summer's sun, laid
themselves down at noon under the widespreading branches of a
Plane-Tree. As they rested under its shade, one of the Travelers
said to the other, "What a singularly useless tree is the Plane!
It bears no fruit, and is not of the least service to man." The
Plane-Tree, interrupting him, said, "You ungrateful fellows! Do
you, while receiving benefits from me and resting under my shade,
dare to describe me as useless, and unprofitable?' Self-Life Facts Probably something I'll update more often as I figure out more, but here's a new one. My middle school crush was this girl who actually about as tall as me, which was kind of weird because I was pretty tall for my age and the girl was Asian as well. Anyways, I remember her telling me she wanted to become a cheerleader in high school, go to college so that she could work in the journalism field because she wanted to travel the world writing about the interesting cultures that she had seen with her own eyes. She's currently married with three kids and no longer living in the state of Washington. Granted this isn't as bad as my kintergarden crush who happens to be in the porn industry now, but it's definately a huge turn off the road from what was said. I know people change as time progresses, but I think a lot of people still stick to the most basic of the plan. I always told myself I'd graduate from high school, go to college, find potential wife in college, graduate college, get married, MAKE THAT BANK, and probably put out a few Dave Jr's and a couple of the miniature miss's. Yeah that plan has a hell of a lot more time to take into effect, but at least I'm in college.
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| The Laborer and the Snake
A snake, having made his hole close to the porch of a cottage,
inflicted a mortal bite on the Cottager's infant son. Grieving
over his loss, the Father resolved to kill the Snake. The next
day, when it came out of its hole for food, he took up his axe,
but by swinging too hastily, missed its head and cut off only the
end of its tail. After some time the Cottager, afraid that the
Snake would bite him also, endeavored to make peace, and placed
some bread and salt in the hole. The Snake, slightly hissing,
said: "There can henceforth be no peace between us; for whenever
I see you I shall remember the loss of my tail, and whenever you
see me you will be thinking of the death of your son." Nobody enjoys being in the presence of someone only for them to constantly rub salt in your wounds, even if they don't know they're doing it. It's not good on the heart or mind to be constantly reminded on your failures and regrets by the individuals who had caused them. Well, It Sucks Now Do you remember a long time ago, when you used to have a crush on someone, you'd get that fluttery feeling and your breathing started going into irregular patterns? When you'd fumble your words out even when you weren't speaking to that individual. Just the whole thought of being so lovestruck that half your cognitive functions freeze up and don't cooperate with your body making you look like somewhat of a stroke victim? I remember that. I remember coming home with a grin on my face, or getting off the phone at night and going to sleep smiling, when everything used to be so simple and effortless. It's sad those days are long and gone. Now it's all a ruckus. Trying to be chivalrous is looked at in confusion and even questioned. Hell, it's even sometimes considered pathetic. Doing things for someone that's considered 'old-school' should never be called 'old-school'. There's no more fluttery feelings. There's no more squirming because the crush sat next to you unknowingly. No more going to sleep smiling because you feel like you're on the moon.There's just confusion, miscommunications, and a hell of a lot of stress. I sure do miss those days. When a girl makes me feel that way we used to, at least I'll know she's a keeper. | | |
| The Golden Question for the Week is... 
http://www.howmanyfiveyearoldscouldyoutakeinafight.com/ This short survey will tell you approximately how many five year old children you could fight at once. Results are based on physical prowess, training, swarm-combatting experience, and the flexibility of your moral compass. Here are the ground rules: - You are in an enclosed area roughly the size of a basketball court
- There are no weapons or foreign objects
- Everyone is wearing a cup (so no kicks to the groin)
- The children are merciless and will show no fear
- If a child is knocked unconscious, he is "out." The same goes for you.
So, besides the fact that this is quite possibly the most ridiculous thing I've been asked all year, it's also quite the funniest thing because I've been coughing up all sorts of multi-coloured phlegm because everyone and they momma is sick from some kind of super-ninja-stealth-secret-ultra cold/flu/plague. So I took the test and here are the results I got. 32 Five-Year Old kids. I'd demolish 32 5-Year Old kids before I'd eventually get overran and beaten to death by long sticks of sidewalk chalk and play-doh let out in the sun to dry into hardened blunt weapons use for bludgeoning. Personally, I think I could take on more than just 32 kids...Yes there's always that possibility of having like nine of them jumping on me and having them overpowering me, but I figure with one swift kick or one solid punch, I could take a kid out. (I just realized how disturbing it was for me to talk about how I'm strategizing on how to defend myself against a horde of 5-year old children attacking me on a basketball court...) But the number sticks with 32 according to this. Reminds me of Adam Sandler playing Dodgeball in Billy Madison. Scratch Tickets So I've discovered the real reason as to why some of us buy scratch tickets. The majority of the time when you buy a scratch ticket and win, you only win your money back, yet you feel some sort of victorious glee that puts a smile on your face because you won. The problem with it is you didn't really win, you just spent seconds of your life for a temporary joy scratching away at some piece of paper to reveal that you've earned your money back and made the odds slightly worse for anyone else who chooses to play in that field of scratch ticket. We don't buy scratch tickets in hope of winning that "GRAND 10,000 DOLLAR CASH BONUS PRIZE". We buy em to add small bouts of temporary joy and happiness that we can actually win at something... I'll just stick to spending my dollar on a pepperoni stick instead of the scratch ticket. The Cheesecake Factory Hostess Girl OH SWEEEEET JEEEESUSSSSS........... | | |
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