F*ck the eureka, I had a reality check.

Love is hard, love is tough, and love, why would you want to TRY to love when you don't?
I was trying to do that, trying to love again.
Love is strong, but it is completely powerless and pointless when you don't mean it.
Love is honest, and is only meant to be when it is the truth.
I guess that phrase, "love is all that matters," is really true.
Well, not in life, no, other things matter.
But when it comes to love, love IS all that really matters.
Love can't exist unless it's just her and him, him and her, and the whole world passes by as the two are lost in each other, but never want to be found.
Lost, now that's a key word I've been stuck on for quite a while.
But it wasn't fun to be lost the way I was.
I just wanted to find my way out immediately, but I wanted to be found.
Fuck that, I'm hackin' through this garden labyrinth.
You wanna know why?
I'll tell you:
She's the garden, the beautiful garden.
She drags you in with her seductive roses that just seem to stare at you.
At the entrance, she looks so alone, deserted, there seems to be no one in the garden.
So you enter, and so far are constantly amazed by her beauty.
At first it is fun, exciting, and you wish you could stay forever.
But you never get to forever before things all go to hell.
You encounter your first dead end, and you are heart broken.
At that point all you want to do is chop your way out of this garden and go home.
But soon you recuperate yourself and are back on your feet, though you feel a little uneasy.
You start to feel sick, so you try to find your way to the exit.
But she takes you back, the farther you try to get from her, the closer she gets to you.
So you give in and try to find your way to the middle of the garden.
However every direction you take, it ends up leading somewhere else, as if there is a constant bipolar indecision.
This beautiful garden suddenly turns into a confusing maze.
Along the way, you discover other people in the maze, walking around, trying to find the nucleus of this garden of Eden.
After a while, you begin to get really lost, and you don't know what to do.
You are stuck, lost, and just hanging, not sure what to do.
Then you hear a beautiful blue bird singing in the distance.
It's coming from the center of the garden.
You want to go back to the center of the garden, where that lovely blue bird has been calling you forth.
But you are lost, so you try your best to make your way there, even though you don't know how.
Just as you're about to make your arrival toward the center of the garden, you notice something move out of the maze.
It is the blue bird, and it is flying away, making its descent out of the garden.
You are lost again, all alone, and that inspiring bird of love is gone, and you have no reason to go on.So don't go looking for love, even when you once lost it before.  Love is a powerful thing, don't just love someone, love them honestly, truly, and with all of your heart and soul.

Wanna tell her how I feel, those three words...

Pink Panther Sandwich

One example of why you’d want a bf/gf

I think that the one thing that distinguishes a relationship (besides honesty, that should be the reason to go into a relationship) is dedication and devotion.  To many people, being single is a good thing, and I think people tend to enjoy the single life after one or some failed or hard and confusing relationships.  But what happens when you really need someone right then and there, right now, and there's no one to run to?
When I'm being crushed by subways and torn apart by dinosaurs (I know, weird combo,) who can I call up real quick to make 'em go away?  Who's gonna be there for me and whisper, "it was just a dream"?  I'm trying to enjoy the single life just like everyone else, but everything has a downside, and this is it, not having someone to run to, to make it all go away and say, "I love you."
I'm gonna go back to bed now.  I better not have another painful awakening again because if I do I just might run off a cliff!

Drunk Love

When love is confusing, it's kind of like getting drunk.  Yeah, drinking is fun, when you are drunk, you feel like you have the whole world, you feel like the best, everything feels amazing, kind of like love.  But when you have too much to drink, it's an overwhelming feeling of nausia, confusion, dizziness, and everything seems to be out of control!  Now that you're too drunk, and you seem incomplete, and you're taking a piss every fifteen minutes, you have some more to drink because the previous drinks, all the way down to the very first drink, seem to have left you, the ones you've been pissin' off, and because they have left you, you need something else, and more of it to satisfy your satisfaction, your love.  Very soon you're tripping balls, and all you ever wish for is the way it felt during the very first drink, one love, one brew (or liquor.)  You throw up, and all of that time you put into all of those other drinks, wasted, out in the gutter, and as you look at your wasted night, your wasted love, you have a heavy hang over, and you are very lonely,  you regret everything, and all you ever wanted was to go back, go back in time, and feel like the way you felt with your first drink.  What's the worst part, tripping balls, or the cold and lonely hangover.  My love, I could handle being drunk, I have the guts, but this hangover is killing me.  I love you, and if I can't stay with you, I'm just going to get drunk off my ass next weekend.  Please stay with me.  Will you be my one drink for the night?

Don't dream, don't EVER dream.

Just do what you can do.

Doubt...

There are many difficulties in life.  One of the hardest things in life for me is doubt.  Many people who know me think I am a 100% happy-go-lucky positive guy.  Don't get me wrong, I am.  However, a lot of the time, I am very doubtful, and I have been like this far too long in the past.  For all of those who don't see this, I try to hide it, I'll be positive anyway.  There is always some kind of doubt in my mind, it's there right now.  There are a few things I am beginning to doubt, but I will not tell you because you know me as the guy who always has a positive outlook in life, and I don't want to change that.  Sometimes they are little things: right now, one thing is bugging me that is little, I think, I hope, I doubt...  Sometimes they are big: another doubt is big for me right now, and there is only one person who knows about it, besides me, God, and my professor.  My advice to my fellow blog readers, [cricket noises] don't doubt anything in life.  Always look for the best, fuck the worst, don't regret anything, and if you do, fix it right then and there.  If school is bugging you and you are doubting where you are going in life, do what it is you want to do and dig out of the hole you are in right now.  If you are learning a second language and you doubt yourself, don't; speak that language everyday, and who cares if you say something wrong, you only learn from your mistakes, your mistakes do not hurt you.  If there is a boy or a girl you like and you doubt how he or she feels about you, stop that now and keep this mentallity, "he/she wants you right now and you are gonna have him/her tonight!"  Doubt is a painful thing, and living with it only makes life a boring hell.  Make the best of life right now and everyday, before it is too late.

Life as Paul Skinner

Everyone says that I see the glass half full as apposed to half empty...



But I am quite aware that the glass contains 50% air and 50% liquid!

care for you child

To love someone is something else
But to care is something better
Physical contact is nothing without
An honest, thoughful letter
With words of love compasion
And small phrases of joy
A therapy much more needed
Than having around her boy
She comes seeking attention
Doors are open, house the homeless
And whenever she is cold
Donations open, take our blankets
Whenever she is hungry
The kitchen's open, help yourself
Whenever she is lonely
We're always open, I'll be here
Troubled, stressed, out of control
"She's sick," the doctor said
Two full spoons of friendship
And one capsul of "hopes ahead"
My patient comes with many complaints
Emotions pile on me
But it's my job, and I love it well
In response to care for thee
She cries at night, what's the matter
She wants it all to end
But can't you see, it's not too much
She only needs a friend
Love is just a game
But to care is something more
To be there for her every day
Throws love right out the door
"Go to the sink, wash your tears'
Sounds cliche, but I'm right here'
So you know you got nothing to fear"
My child, I don't just love you, I care

Fauget-Abotit!

The best way to forget about something is to make it better than it is.

'Member, to forgive is to forget.

faithful someone, I am grateful

I hope to be grateful
Am I grateful?
I don't know
Should I ask for it?
Hmm, not sure
Is it fate, or is it probability?
It's probability: Should I be grateful?
Shit, it happens, then it happens
Step on gum, the odds are high
Clearance sale
Well, a week later, it's gone
Do I choose?
I choose to bargain
But I could choose to walk away
That sale could not have been there at all
But why was it there in the first place?
There must have been some reason
Some reason that same time
I strolled in
The one time
And I never come in
There it is,
"One time only, CLEARANCE SALE"
But how could I ever
Rely on the probability
Of life?
Who could guess?
You never win
At a slot machine
But would if rather
You and I
Were assigned our own jackpot
In life
We all knew, we all know
That we will win
No, it's fate: Yes, I should be grateful!
There's something ahead for me
It's there, it was there all along
I stepped on gum, well, I need new shoes
And what a coincidence, there's a clearance
What a fateful outcome
. . . I met fate today
Faith, faith is her name
But as fate would have it
I have known her for very long
And I had a feeling
I had a feeling that I knew her
What is that?
Magic?
Super powers?
Stomach gas?
Who knows
Can science proove it?
I don't think so
But all I know
Is that I knew
All along
Fate brought me to her
And fate kept her near
Well, what about this?
How is it that when faith was waiting
I didn't know
And when I knew about fate
Faith was waiting no more
Did fate walk up and leave?
When I found out
Of fate's existence
I could not wait for faith to return
When I met fate again
She went off to hide from me
To hide from the world
But is this our decision
Or fate again
Maybe the whole world
Will come together
And everything will make sense
As always and for now
I must rely on faith
So I will wait
Wait for the win
So should I be grateful?
There is no answer
If I believe in faith
It will all come together
So I believe in faith
I met fate today
But she took off hiding
One thing is for sure
As I wait in the grass
As long as I met my fate
I will wait for her to come again
I am grateful she was there
I am grateful I saw her there
And I am grateful for the faith
Which will never leave me
So here's a note for faith:
Untill next time
Now I know your name
'Till we meet again
I am thinking just the same
So when you, faith, are ready
Just call my name, and fate will appear . . .

The Revolutionist's Hymn

The Revolutionist's Hymn

Today I listened to the lost sounds of the past
They were cut up and dirty, but their scars and stains will last
They were memories or feelings of harmony
There is no peace today, and there's not much to see
    Or listen to, that's what I'll do from now on
    And make a soundtrack of my own since nobody's doing one
    This day I'm making a change for the world
Today the sunshine had a hard impact on me
It was burning, but I did not complain you see
'Cause I was comf'terble, and I could take the heat
Like a man, and the sun reached out it's hand and he was greeting me
    And saying hello, cause no one ever says it at all
    Or makes a compliment, so I'll fill in since no one's filling at all
    This day I'm making a change for the world
    But if the world doesn't change, I'm making a change for you and me
       And those who understand
       Hopefully you can see my intentions, and understand my direction
       And those who haven't a clue
       Will you get past my disguise and see into my eyes and plot my destination
       A shrinking resolution, small secret revolution, our shit silly reactions that are taking us God know's where
Yesterday I lectured and failed to get the pass
I was no where near there, I walked them off the path
But I didn't command enough bricks for this road
Someday more will gather and together we'll go home
    Or to another country where others will need the definition of what I am talking about
    Bring this world to another time and they'll know my intentions to shout
    On this day, and I'm making a change for the world
    Making a change for the world
    Making a change for the world
    Come join me on this day and we will go...

Love.

Love has been a very special thing to me lately.  To most people, it means attractions, dating, making out, sex, commitment.  In some casses, that may be what love means to you, especially commitment, that's always an important love symptom.  But something else has brought me to love the ones I love.  When I'm with the one I love, I feel a sense of assurance that I don't get from anything else; a temptation that draws me to wanna be with them, even when she's away from me; a strong feeling, a feeling that I know she'll be there for me when I need her, or want to be with her.  And often times, the one I love may come to me when she needs me, or wants to be with me.  When you love someone, it's a great feeling, a feeling you want to feel all the time.  But when you love (as a verb), when you feel love for someone, that's even better; and when that person, or a person, someone you love, feels love for you back, that's the best feeling, a feeling you want forever.  This person that you love may be out of reach, but you still love that person.  And they may be with someone else, but deep inside,  that person does love you, and someday, both sexes will discover their love for each other, and some other day, both will be able to share it together.  Like I said, love doesn't have to be about attractions, dating, making out, sex, etc.; it's just a feeling of need, a feeling of assurance, a feeling of wanting to be together, that's it.  For the one I love, I need you and I wanna be with you right now.  I love you.

Wut about North Korea?

= This radical blog is a response to the newspaper article from the 5th of July titled "North Korea launches missiles"

Everyday we keep hearing about the Middle East on the news, well alot of the time it's regarding our troops, and I'm not putting that down, just the entire issue in general.  There are so many other problems going on in the world that we are giving no attention.  Like activities in North Korea.  I think they could be a possible threat in the near future, and they have been heading in that direction.  A couple of days ago they began testing their long-range missiles which they claim could reach as far as the United States...........................
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuhhduh... anyone would be stupid not to sense a threat there.  Uhh, stupid!  You redards (nothing personal) understand they were testing their missiles, duh, hoping they would work, duh, how do they work, duh, they are supposed to fire halfway around the world, duh, when testing the main goal is to pass and succeed, duh, where else are they going to test it, duh, WE are halfway around the world, duh, if they got it to work the first (get this: how many times they tested it...) ten times it would result in the deaths of million(s) American guinea pigs for their test.  This is a huge threat, this is where the biggest should have been focused, at least for a day.  And, if unstopped, they will get it to work, just like any other human being evolves to new technology.  In the mean time we need to research a defense strategy as they are researching a way to get the missile to work.  If the Bush administration is going to say they are too busy, that's bull!  The priority they are making for the war in Iraq takes no more time and effort than making a DiGiorno pizza.  Only someone stupid would stand and stare at the oven for the entire fourty minutes.  There's plenty of time to watch TV and take out the trash; there's plenty of time to fight (FROM AMERICA, not personally fight) the war in Iraq and run a defensive program against Korea.  I wanna touch on one last thing before I settle down.  While Bush has been sending out troops for years to look for nuclear weapons in Iraq, Korea has admitted that they have nuclear weapons and are still making them!  I mean, throw me a freakin' bone here!  The Bush administration knows this, don't they?  I mean, they should.  But I suppose Bush is more--he, OMG, he is just stubborn!  If he has the slightest clue that he's screwed up, he is too stubborn to show it, and he dows not want to be wrong, he won't, he won't let it happen.  He was too concerned about finishing his daddy's pursuit to catch Sudam, and now he's making more excuses to keep troops overseas, but the truth is that he can't bring them home.  Our troops are like Jenga pieces: if we are removed, everything will fall apart.  This is the real truth (which is partially why I fully support my troops) and Bush just doesn't want to admit it.  We and the war and ...stuff is like a quarter ride at Toys R Us; we need another quarter or the baby will cry, but we still gotta deal with that spoiled baby, and Bush and the war is the quarter.  Hopefully, the baby will be satisfied soon,
God I hope...

Good info about every human being

     Five days ago I discussed how everyone is different.  I envy how great it is, how it makes each and every one of us special.  But every jedi has its dark side.  Our differences also lead to dispute, to argument, and ...stuff.  Sometimes they make a person dislikable, or hard to understand, or something like that.  What one person wants is not what everyone elso wants, and can not be what another wants at all.  Forgive me for rambling, but I feel like I'm trying to get a point out... somewhere. 
    Pop culture: I explained it alot in my blog a few days ago, but it can also do other evils, like bad habits.  Bad habits are usually triggered by pop culture.  It's like the darkside taking control and pulluting the mind with evil, and after awhile, the wetland that was once clean and thriving is now near extinction and cannot be saved.  This is sad.  It ruins personality and reputation, portraying others' point of views to be somethings you don't want them to be. 
    Bad habits are parasites that feed on every human, and they are usually influenced by an outside source, usually a popular one: gambling, drugs, driving, lying, porn, etc.  Since, one more time, habits are feeding on every human being, there is no point in letting it affect social life (unless the habit does cross that line radically, I will not intervine).  We all have em', and we usually can't do much about em'.  All you can do, unfortunately, is say, "hey, that's 'so-and-so,' and he/she'll never change."  That person will always be that way, but it doesn't make them a bad person.  In fact, that person prolly knows it was a mistake they made in the past that caused them to have this habit.  A mistake. 
    Most importatly, not everyone's actions acurately tell a person who we are, only the person themself.  People make stupid actions, they do things that they never meant to do, and would give his left nut (or her right ovary, wow, wieord) to change what they did.  Don't let a simple mistake ruin a life.  Stay true to what is real, because actions aren't real, only the person inside, where we find a man, and inside the man, we find his nucleus.

Good info for every human being

    I hate mass media, bandwagoning, Access Hollywood, ...stuff.  So many people think they don't know their interests other than those of everyone else.  They take the easy route and the popular vote because they are too lazy (or whatever it is, whether it may be that they have no interest in looking for the best route) and they feel it will be okay and enjoyable for them since it works for many other people, that is the popular interest.  This is very important: every person's mind works differently, and every single person is interested in different things.  Not everyone's interests work for other people. 
    All of this comes down to our culture today.  So many people are stuck on pop culture.  Today, two of the most listened to radio stations, KROQ and KIIS, are devoted big-brothers to the pop culture.  Pop is short for popular (duh, but that's not the point), hence the term pop culture means what the majority likes, what most people enjoy.  Even still, the pop culture is merely a definition, it is not a genre, it is not a style of music that people say they like to listen to, because pop is generated from others' ideas, some ideas that some people might not like.  These two radiostations also have no variety, and listening, we become isolated, ignorant, and dull minded.  Even TV shows, like Access Hollywood as I mentioned before.  This kind of media only promotes America's sense of ignorance by focusing on today's fashion, Britney's baby, Tom and Katie, TV shows that have only gained respect through fast money and their own promotions. 
    There are many people--no, everyone has his or her own interests and they do not, DO NOT have to relate to everyone else.  They don't have to be televised on local channels.  They don't have to be talked about on the radio.  They don't have to be part of gossip at work, or school even.  I do things that no one (not many people) does.  I encourage you and anyone you know to go out right now and find, FIND something that sounds interesting.  Cool is not a definition, it is a personal state of mind, an opinion, different for every person.

Why should we read?

    Reading is a method, a tool, a sense, a technique we use to express each others' ideas and feelings, and to communicate with each other.  The language itself does this, but it's reading and writing that enable us to do this without talking, in times when that person is not there, in times when that person is mute, in times when the other person is def (spelling issue?), in times when... well anytime one person cannot talk to another, and that's almost all of the time. 
        This is not the only reason we read however.  Why the hell do we read books?  Well, in school it's simply a tool to help us develop our reading and writing skills.  But that's a boring take on it.  What else is it?  Imagine that everytime you sit down to read that book, by the way, what author is it?  Okay, imagine that person is sitting right there next to you giving you advise, telling you a story, telling you the wrongs and the rights of the world (and the lefts!), telling you to rebel against the man, telling you to rebel against yourself, explaining the meaning of life, providing a truth, sharing ideas, getting something out to the reader so that they can use it to his or her benefit.  Don't get me wrong, this aint no daddy tellin' ya what to do and take out the garbage.  This is merely a guide through life, an influence, an angel if you may, and that angel will carry us through life and we'll tell it where to carry us.  All we have to do is pick up a book and read it, only then will the angel of art and influence give us ideas to find the real truth in life.

Why am I alive?

Why are we alive?  There are many perceptions of why.  There is the spiritual belief, in which there is a god, or God, or whatever; and mankind can live a good life to seek a wonderful afterlife.  Like a dropout high schooler, people question that theory, go flippin' nuts, because they don't know for sure: the answer.  Science and nature may suggest that we are like any other organism trying to survive and plenty theirselves as much as they can.  For most people, this theory is also hard to take in, because--why ...what is the benefit?  The outcome?  Well, why don't you go ask Mr. Cheetah?  The fish in the river?  The mold in your refridgerator?  "Pshh, IDK," is what they'll all say.  The fact of the matter is that no one knows what we live for, but shouldn't we prepare ourselves anyway?  It's like when we go shopping.  You'd like to buy something, but you don't know what, or how much you'll spend.  So, how much money are you going to bring with you?  That's all up to you, only the store manager knows what will be there when you arrive.  This is an analogy on why we live.  We aren't aware of what lies ahead of us, but we can prepare for anything, we have no clue what god, God, or Mother Nature have set for us, but whatever it is, whatever the price is, the store will be open.

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I wanna make some musik!!!

Lalalalalala cord cord ABCDEFGAGAGAGBCBED lalalalalalalala do re me fa so la ti dididideedeediooooooooooOOOOOoooooooooooooOOOOoo----

When I die, I'm gonna go to the place that's the best!

The day I die will be the day I have no pulse