Thursday, August 12, 2010

Perfection: A Wall of Text

I am insecure I am clingy I grew up ridiculed I grew up having a pretty bad self perception I grew up without any real friends I get irritated by most people I know I worry too much I care too little I'm doing it all for the wrong reason I hate others too easily I am suspicious of those who love me I'm inapprropriate I'm rude I'm an elitist I'm proud in the bad way I am too trusting too fast I don't deserve the respect and love people give me I push those who come close to me I'm afraid I'll disappoint people's expectation I sometimes hate the way I look I want to be left alone I want to be adored too much I am an attention whore I'm a mean bitch I'm hateful I'm hated I'm fake I know nothing but will never admit it I judge people too quickly I am insulting to people I care about

To me, I, sometimes, am the worst person on Earth

I have the world's greatest mom. My dad is proud of me. My sisters love me. My brother and I are having an almost incestuous bromance. I have friends who take the day off from work just to spend the whole day with me without anything specific in mind. I have friends who can sit with me and crap for literally 6-hours straight and still feel that we've not spent enough time together that day. I have more bromances than enough for two men. I have friends that I know I can talk to about anything and everything. I have internet people, who I've never met or even talk to verbally, who adore me, flaws and all. I am appreciated by too many people. I've felt romantic love and infatuation once each. I have people who are comfortable enough with me to tell me things about themselves and what they do, things that society would frown upon.

My life is perfect. Envy me.

Sunday, August 01, 2010

Life Lessons: Lesson #1

It's annoying to hear a 24-year old talking about life as if he knows everything there is to know about it.

In truth, he's still learning about life. All of us are. Even your 93-year-old grandfather, who went through two world wars and that robotic invasion from the future is still learning about life even as his mind turns to mush.

That person, who claims to know a lot about life, however is usually and ironically one of those who knows less compared to others.

So, if by the cosmic scale we all hold more or less the same quantity of the mysteriae vitae, why not start sharing whenever you can, be you a 93-year-old war veteran, a 24-year-old struggling not to care about people's thoughts and expectation or a 6-year-old, who for the first time in his life went potty all by himself?

I try to always remind myself that even touched fools know something I do not. I do this especially when I'm dealing with mentally-not-challenged retards. Why not learn from them?

So, Lesson Numero Uno: When you're in a good mood, maximize it.



one happy geek. by ~poop-art on deviantART


It might seem pretty obvious but hear me out. When sorrow comes a-knockin', we feed it. Consciously or otherwise, we feed it by brooding over it. We try to distract ourselves but more often than not, we suck at it.

It's pretty hard to stop doing that, I know. If that's the case, why not spend as much focus when euphoria's home?

Even if your singing annoys your siblings; even if your dancing draws scowls and jeers; even if your ear-to-ear grin earns criticism - do whatever keeps you in the mood.

This is vital. You never know when your next high is coming. It might be hours, it might be days, it might be years in some cases.

So, why not enjoy it while it lasts?

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Let's Do It


Let's Do It [Let's Fall In Love]

But that’s why birds do it,
Bees do it,
Even educated fleas do it,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

In Spain the best upper sets do it,
Lithuanians and Letts do it,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it,
Not to mention the Finns,
Folks in Siam do it,
Think of Siamese twins.

Some Argentines without means do it,
People say in Boston even beans do it,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

Romantic sponges they say do it,
Oysters down in Oyster Bay do it,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

Cold Cape Cod clams ‘gainst their wish do it,
Even lazy jellyfish do it,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

Electric eels, I might add, do it,
Though it shocks ‘em I know,
Why ask if shads do it,
Waiter bring me shad roe.

In shallow shoals English soles do it,
Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

The dragonflies in the reeds do it,
Sentimental centipedes do it,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

Mosquitoes, heaven forbid, do it,
So does every katydid do it,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

The most refined ladybugs do it,
When a gentleman calls,
Moths in your rugs do it,
What’s the use of moth balls?

Locusts in trees do it,
Bees do it,
Even overeducated fleas do it,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love.

Let’s do it, let’s fall in love,
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love


I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Oh, Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love

Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate...

I don't care if Mondays black
Tuesday, Wednesday - heart attack
Thursday, never looking back
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday, you can hold your head
Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday - watch the walls instead
It's Friday, I'm in love

Saturday, wait
And Sunday always comes too late
But Friday, never hesitate...

Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise

Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a sheik
Spinning round and round

Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night

You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's Friday, I'm in love

I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's Friday I'm in love

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Cabin Fever

Day #3 of staying alone in this apartment:

All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
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All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
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All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
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All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
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All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.
All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.

That is all.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Homophobia

I get why you don't agree with homosexuality. I really do. You think it's against God's Laws, it's unnatural, it turns you on even though you're straight: WHATEVER.


But why must you hate gays, though? 


I don't agree with your views. 


I don't agree with your actions.


I don't agree with your sense of style.


Do I have to hate you then?

Remember Kids: