Life in Third-Person-View

There are many instances in life where we seem to regret the choices we made. Where to eat on your first date, What to wear on your dinner party and even what to say when you are sitting next to the girl/boy you fancy. Watching as your own life unfolds in the third person perspective helps us gain the reality of our choices by simply not thinking too much about it. Since the wrong idea will almost certainly hurt the first person, mildly affects the second person who might be the one to introduce the idea, but who could blame the third person who is just watching everything from afar like Victorian war royalties with their woman and silly umbrellas. 

Too bad that the idea of making your life choices in third person makes you somewhat a reckless person since it takes you almost no time to decide whether or not to have spicy food for dinner when you know you have an early class tomorrow. Its not all bad of course as you start to get a grip of how to accept the choices you made and stand by it, the less time you spend on deciding whether or not to put some hot sauce on your fried chicken and more time enjoying the chicken itself.

Sometimes we worry ourselves to death by small things in life when actually we play no part in the grand scheme of things. We worry whether or not we are going to pass the test, or is there a possibility of getting into a relationship when virtually everything you do is lie down on your bed and reading other people's blogs or laughing at ridiculous clips of babies and cats. At least that is a start.

Nasty long entries with no solid fixed point at all. In the end, it boils down to the way you react to these choices and not pondering around thinking if you got it right this time because there are no good or bad choices, there are only hard choices since no choice has a simple outcome and the ability to accept the choices you make helps you become the people that someday may have a place in the grand scheme of things. For now, just sit back and enjoy as the baby bit his brother's finger.

"There are no lefts or rights in this life, only you and a bunch of people who think you're you"

Opening Night

You have a thought that lingers in your mind for so long, you just had to get it out. i mean just tell someone about it so that you could ease some of the load off. i'm not talking about damn-she's-hot thoughts or is-she-the-one-for-me thoughts. that kind of thoughts i would gladly share with anyone within my circle of friends. too bad my circle has a radius of a peanut butter. enough of that. The thoughts that you really need to convey to someone. These are negative thoughts in mind. incriminating and even expose yourself as a possible killer, rapist, shoplifter, teaser, or even a bieber-hater (who doesn't). Not really that serious, its just that these thoughts could make other people define yourself in another way. but you don't want them! you just want to say it and then leave it at that. i don't know if anyone gets a picture of what i am saying here, but i'll just go on.

I guess i am very lucky that within my circle of friends i have another circle of friends in which i could confide all these thoughts without the fear of judgment. The ability to say anything i want, eventhough how wrong it is and how sick it is, they will not judge me for they know who i truly am. eventhough sometimes it's about them. yeah sure i said some things in my life that i am not proud of. but hey, i have needs and so do you. deep down inside you know it. So it's best if we all have someone who we could confide just to ease the burden eh?

Help me to carry the fire.

Dickhouse

edward cullen. first thing that popped into my mind writing this blog. not really strange if your ipod is blaring with a playlist full with twilight soundtracks. somehow my favorite is satellite heart. wonder why she called it satellite heart. i guess its all due to the loneliness a satellite has to endure everyday watching us from outer space while we use them to google our own home and show it to our friends.

weary. sleepy. tired from the journey to mt wellington. yet i still find time to get this blog started and a post to follow. i guess this is all my fault for being so determined in googling other people's blogs thus making me more motivated to revive the old typewriter. no harm done there.

no matter how i put it, i think i am hooked up with twilight (and other chick flicks). there is a certain allure to the story. where other people wanted to be ordinary, i would always put myself in their shoes and imagine what i would do if i was a vampire. one things for sure, its not bella swan i would be doing. being immortal sucks. it means you have to go to countless funerals before you realize none of them really matter anymore. ranting and more ranting....


i guess i'm done here, out of ideas. if there is anyone reading this and would want me to rant about anything, just put it in the comment section below. if not, then shut your trap. you know better.

"Love is a proof that Hate exists."

damn thats heavy....

Fresh Start

After four attempts of trying to start a functional blog, i still think that i am not ready for this nonsense. However, i am ready to try and fail a fifth time if this could help me put my thoughts into words. funny how fast thoughts could dissolve into nothingness.. one minute you had these cool ideas for your blog and the next second you're fiddling through blog templates deciding which color suits the background of your title. and then its gone. damn sewer rats.

if there are those who are reading this have read my last blog, the one with all the religious stuff and me dying and whatnots, i was going through my emo-slit-my-wrist-shit-the-world-is-cruel phase. i'm better now. so rest assured that none of that is going to pop up anywhere soon.

if you realize it or not, i am writing this in a sense that i am talking to you. yes, you with facebook on the other tab, skype on another window and yahoo messenger minimized on your tray. you who are somehow waiting to get lucky with someone or just trying to make a point that you have a life or at least you have something to do by posting nonsense status on your social networking profiles, poking everyone you know and playing those social networking sites games that claims that you are now more popular than paris. rest assured once again that a post like this will only occur once in a while where i am delusional that someone is even reading this blog. in case no one is reading this, i blame you, excessive eating.

enough for the introduction post. it's time for some heavy stuff.