Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Monkey Dance Melon Mamas

Catastrophic. Just what I've always wanted to avoid. It happened. She cried. After having gone for a short time, she has to do this. To cajole me into doing what I will never do partake in. It's the emotional aspect of these things that surround my every echo. Am I deserving of this? Or maybe I should ask, do I deserve this? Perhaps, I deserve this. The dead loyalty speaks for itself now. Regain the respect or lose every aspect. Fucking balls. I know where I stand now. It was never about the fire or utmost desire. It is about not ignoring ignorance. Rest on my lap and let me die. For I have chosen the path that you will never tread. I am forgiven.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Solitude

It has been creeping up inside of me for far too long. Maybe I've just pretended it was never there or maybe never gave it a second thought. But after having a chat with a friend of mine, things started to flood my thoughts. It's the constant feeling of being lonely within the four walls on your own home. Or rather, house in my case. Perhaps I was too caught up with seeking family love elsewhere. But I did attain lots of it. Too much for my own liking. Too much that it has made me reflect on my own home. The little things like having a meal together, family talk, hugging and arguing over asinine things are as good as dead. It was hardly, well, never there in the first place. My nephew is a blessing, no doubt. He brings about the love from everyone but directed to him. What about the rest of us? Has what I've done and not been doing made them nonchalant towards me? Or is it the deranged thoughts in me that is seeing things as such?

I've been told to initiate the actions. Yeah. Perform my role as a son. The thing is, this isn't a performance. I don't want to indulge in all those family related stuff if it doesn't sincerely come from the heart. I don't want to fake it. Why should I be the one to make the first move? Why not them? Contemplating on who is going to make the first move isn't going to do anything for me. Will I be ready to face their music and vice versa? Admittedly, I come from a rather, oh-so-they-believe, pious family. Is it my actions and failure to commit myself to a religion that I have no faith in that is causing the problem? I hail from a religion which believes religion is far above everything else and the rest is all secondary. I guess I'll be able to accept the hard hitting fact that if they say they're acting this way towards me for not following their religious views. But the aftermath is utter disappointment on my end. Why must religion be above everything else? Where is the humanity in us all? I know I can't change their beliefs that they're the only ones going to heaven in the end but have they been so brainwashed that they forget the essential needs of any human? Love. Am I supposed to live with their rigid beliefs and accommodate to their sickly ways?

I'm not different from anyone out there. I just do what every other person does. Question stupidity. Faith is one thing. Stupidity is another. Why are people so caught with blind faith that they fail to see that stupidity in them? The elders, we can't blame. They've been brainwashed and brought up in such an way that they refuse to change. Even if they do, they still will have difficulties to digest certain things we youngsters will say. Why brand us as modern and open-minded just because they're old-fashioned and narrow-minded? We're not futurists to be declared modern. We're just contemporary. I'm using the words in their aspect. It's upsetting to see such families where I come from that they will look at you suspiciously if you sit too close to your own cousin sisters. For fuck's sake, I'm their blood brother. I'm not going to fucking molest or impregnate their daughters. Can't a brother be close to his own sisters? Is a hug going to arouse us and make us wet and want to fuck one another? We know where we stand and how we see each other as. No need to try and separate us because your stupid fucking religion says so. When will these people first learn to be human?

I have far too much anger in me to write everything out. This is nothing. I will write out every possible stupidity that I've seen in this religion, some day. Wait for that day or keep bugging me to write more, if interested. And I just might do so. Peace.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Shit. I forgot the title of this entry.

So I decided that I'd pity myself and blabber something along the way before I start my disappearing act again. I'm doing this just so to appease my senses. But when I dwell into these things, it makes me ponder who I really am? Who am I? Rather, what am I? Am I a collection of other people's thoughts, emotions and feelings? Or am I just the result of being their punching bag? I do not remember speaking in my real voice. Everything that I utter is somehow influenced or manipulated by someone. Anyone. How does one go into the whole soul searching of oneself to discover who one really is when everything he or she has ever heard, seen, touched, smelt, felt or fucked is the result of another's dump? What is it that is original? What defines originality? What defines reality? Am I just a product of misery? Am I just here to listen to everyone wallow in their own self pity? Not that I'm concerned about it. I'm too bored to do anything else. So I just start hearing. Then I get engrossed and start to listen. Then I start to feel what they feel. Then it becomes worthy of every penny. Trust develops. Well at least for them. I wish I could just be a bitch to everyone and tell them to fuck off and quit whining about their self thought pathetic lives. I can't quite do that, as yet. Perhaps, I may have influenced their choices too. Perhaps, they want to blame me for their shortcomings. Perhaps, this is just a test. Yes, like what good old God likes. Tests. Everything is a test. Everything I do, be it good or bad is a test. So if I pass these tests, I become honoured and remembered. And if I fuck things up wholesale, I get remembered too. So I'll take the simpler and more approachable way. But I can't go on fucking everyone up. There are people I care about. People I love. People I love more than they will ever know. Okay, some of them do know. I do tell them. No, I'm not obsessed with their titties or ass. It's more than just love. An inexplicable bond. If I were to explain, I'd need to setup an entire blog site. Fuck no, I'm not kidding. It's that complicated yet it's the simplest and smallest thing that everyone tends to overlook. A bond so strong it differs from every other relationship there is. Unique. You would know what I'm referring to if you felt the 'Fuck! I know what he is referring to!' feeling. If you didn't do try to read from the beginning and try to decipher what has been said. Random things come to random people at random times. Hah. What the fuck just happened, I don't know. But one thing is for sure. I know exactly what I'm getting at here. Oh. And one more thing. I think I'm done.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Choices

Suppose you were given a choice to tread two paths. One, a life of controlled happiness where everything your parents want you to do has to accomplished by you failing which you're quick to be disowned. And the other where happiness is measured by events that occur in your life periodically but most uncertainly. Such happiness is of utmost importance to you. Which would you choose? Have we really been given a choice to decide what we want to do when we reach a certain age in our lives or has everything been predetermined?

By predetermined, I mean our parents deciding things for us to benefit their happiness. Of course, as parents they would reduce you to a nanoscale and have supreme rights over you. Not forgetting that they would jump at every opportunity to stop you from growing up and always endearingly address you as their loved ones. They blatantly will lie that they love you and care for you and want the best for you. But sure they do. No, I mean really they do. But most often they're concerned of what someone else would have to comment about you as it will affect their honor. We know parents these days are not like that except that we say that to merely convince ourselves. Parents try too hard to adapt to modernization. Everything they see that which is not within their control and advancement to them is being modern. So to curb such extra-terrestrial activities from affecting us, they mould us from ground up to ensure that we grow up according to their world. How they perceive the world to be and how everything that is evil in their eyes is automatically accepted as evil elsewhere. This is all in their benefit as I've mentioned earlier but they will deceive you with their love and say it is for your own good. Not having a choice in what you want to do is somehow good for you in their eyes. Catch is, if you realize their evil, okay noble intentions, the path that you're going to travel is going to be a bumpy one. Be prepared to be admonished for everything that doesn't concern you. Slight variations in your examination results affect their blood pressure. Cool friends are always the parent's enemy. The homely, I-will-not-masturbate kind of friends is what they would want you to have. Even your friends have to be screened before you're given full administrative rights. If all goes well and you score well with the girl in glass, exams I mean, they will love you and brag to others about how their child is God's blessing to them. One little fuck up and out comes the belt or sometimes the ever popular rattan stick. Kinky as it may seem, it's not something that you'd want to end up getting whipped with. Nothing creamy there. To add to that, if you start to fuck up, they will curse you first, and then say that you've been cursed. What's up with that anyway? They would be the embarrassment in the family and their high or low flying society. They will have nothing to say when the extravagant ones meet up for high tea. They will become ultimately humiliated. All thanks to you. Unless they somehow, by grace, realize that you're after all something called a human and can't do superhuman feats all the time. But before such realizations hit them, it is their ego that speaks to them first. In colour mind you. When everything goes down the drain, they finally disown you. Okay maybe I'm being a little extreme here but it has happened before. Not to me but many I know. And no this is not a solemn tribute to them. One should feel sympathy for a child with parents like that. It's like having all the 'luxuries' in the world and yet everything is precisely calculated. After a certain age, sleep time shouldn't exist but in certain families, practices are regimental than we can believe. No wonder the boys from these families seem to have a love for the army in more ways than one. When the time comes and you finally make it and marry someone that looks like a half baked fuck face to them, they scorn with you words your mum has never heard before. First they blame you and then they blame your spouse for the misery that you have put them through. What the fuck did we do to deserve such treatment? Nothing. Just being born in such a household. Fun at times when times are good. It is no surprise that children from such families turn to the dark side. Can't blame them. They seek solace in 'new discoveries' that they have been sheltered from for so long. That is why everything would seem so new to them. To them, this is what they've been longing for. The freedom to do what they wish. Once they have 'matured' in such a fashion, they do things to spite their parents, knowing well the effect it will have on them. Pressure rises, casualties occur and the jailbird sings. The perfect ending couldn't have been well put. But that all could be avoided. Writing on such a grand canyon of a topic will leave me here for a lifetime but I have to move on to other scenario.

So your parents are most of the modern type, well according to their definition of course. So they care about your well being and do whatever is in their power to help you attain that goal of yours even if it's against their wishes. They tend to see that what you want in life is important to you. Blessed you must be if such parents bore you. But is such freedom really beneficial to you? How much do you know about what is out there for you to make a well informed decision? This is regardless of which age group you fall in. You may seek parental advice but they will refrain from giving you advice knowing well that you don't do too well with them. They often wait for you to fall and then give you their piece of mind. Accepting what they have to say all depends on the specific scenario that you're facing. You do realize that their experience will help you but your ambitious or rather pompous nature will stop you from learning. You are determined to learn things the hard way and they don't go according to plan; you crumble and stumble upon every imaginable dead end. Still the good times exist as and when you make them to be. Misery may strike you at any time because you haven't reached the capability to overcome them. And when it does happen, you try not to appear weak in front of your parents. But if they're the intelligent sort, they'd realize but still they would leave you be. The vast difference in the concept between the modern you and your old parents may sometimes overwhelm you. Differences in opinions may result in conflicts and you worry more about yourself because you're aware that they're not going to be around for long and what they expect from you doesn't matter. You know that by doing things to momentarily appease them in their golden years isn't going to help you in the long run. Sometimes your comprehending parents wish you were the child they dreamt of but you have other matters to think of. It may seem pretty unfair that you may chuck them aside and be more concerned about your own goals. Educated beyond your ability, salary beyond your expectation and a spouse everyone would die to get hooked up with. Your life may seem fruitful to you and if it's appealing to you, your parents are prepared to understand. But what happens when you start to fuck up knowing well you have all the freedom that they have given you? What if you flirt with the dark side often and end up causing shame to them? Some situations can be avoided. Specific ones, which I need not mention cannot escape. If shit happens, you're answerable for it. As long you don't fuck up anything that causes them grief in this time, it should be okay, right?

The interesting thing about this topic is that the experience with the former is pretty fixed because the parents have been accustomed to their lifestyle and refuse to grow out of it. They have been told to live their lives in such a manner. They were also told to raise their children in order. The difference between this and the latter is that flexibility is there. If the parents understand where you're coming from and you don't do something that drastic, they would rejoice that they had a child like you. Else, they'd disown you like those damn motherfuckers out there. Choosing the second option may seem like the better choice in every imaginable scenario but it is the people who matter in the end as they make or break the choice. It is the feeble human mind that needs to adapt to the surrounding and not vice versa. It is the feeble human mind that has to learn that whatever choice that is made, it is beneficial to both parties. Don't forget to be selfish of course but let others gain as well. Stop the autocracy. This may lead to a better but never a perfect life for both parents and the child. However do not expect things to be colorful all the time. For what is life if it is mundane and routine?

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Say What?

Hello. Perhaps one of the most common greeting when you meet someone new or someone you know. Even when you acknowledge them. But the thought that has occupied my mind of late is that, why the necessity to greet someone? Have we been cultured to do so or are we just doing so that the other party won't count us in as being obnoxious? No matter the definition or rationale, it is rather inevitable that greeting someone has become commonplace. So much that when one fails to do so, one is looked at differently. However, we do at times put ourselves in predicaments where greeting someone upon first contact becomes far from mandatory. On first touch, the point is put across. Very often, in such situations, both parties are aware of the matter at hand. Unless, of course, if one of them chooses to ignore the question, then this scenario becomes null. That aside, let us assume that both parties have communicated willingly without having the need to greet one another. Let's call it mutual understanding for argument's sake. Not that we are going to argue about it but you get the drift. So when the conversation has ended, the need for the parting greet arises.

That begs the question, why the utmost necessity to say a parting greet to someone when they're leaving but it is optional to greet someone upon first contact? Are you able to properly end a conversation without having the need to bid farewell to the person? Are you able to leave without saying anything and performing any form of gesture? Seems pretty impossible when you put yourself in such a situation. One may claim that such a feat can be done but when you're the person involved, are you able to do so? Would you take the risk of being called snobbish? What is true is that people are going to end up being alarmed at your actions. This is one social behaviour which has been recognized everywhere that failure to comply with these rules and regulations makes you a hardened criminal.

When the time comes and you meet anyone you know, just walk up to them and get straight to the point. Wait for the lengthy pause that will occur to signify the end of another (fruitful) conversation. Then just walk away without saying anything to them. Let someone else be there with you observing every reaction that is released from the one you're making contact with. Let your friend tell you, if possible take snapshots, of how alarmed and lost they may look when you just leave the place. Sure you may have a chuckle or two but in the long run, you're going to have a lot of people question your new found self. Lectures and advice will also be sailing your way, though far from being smooth. You may even upset and hurt quite a few people but you're not supposed to feel for them. Rather, question their need to maintain such a cultured society. Tell them some kind of bullshit that you're breaking away from traditional beliefs. Tell them that you've attained nirvana in a way that only you and your kind can understand them. In short, they will end up being irritated. Good news for you, isn't it? Well, you should be rejoicing when others feel miserable. Okay maybe I'm taking this a little too far.

So the next time someone like me is going to walk up to you to say something, be wary. Prepare yourself for extreme shock. Don't end up being the last to laugh. But when you've been there and you know how it feels like, you could do yourself a favour and return the kindness to someone else. Show them how much you love them by being as conceited and obnoxious as possible. They would love you, for sure. If they don't, think of it as their loss. Everyone wants someone else to be different. So make that change today. In time to come, you will realize that 'hi-bye' friends will no longer exist. The world will be a safer place. Trust me. I only speak the truth but I seldom express it in words.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Grandma's Blueberry Pie

You have committed that act, yet again. You do it with such religious fervour. It was as if paper cuts were exhilarating to you. You have chosen this path and promised yourself not to look back. Your conscience begs for your fullest attention. But all you do is allow yourself to be penetrated deeper and harder. It was as if he was smitten by your gargantuan breasts. Spellbound and asinine, he knew not where he was headed. Maybe he knows. You would want him to know. You lured him to you with your empathy. You loved everything about me then and now you despise everything about me. Yet you had the heart to allow yourself to make the same mistake. You do not think of me. Perhaps you do. Perhaps thoughts of hatred surround your lower body. Disgusted you may be in having me in you again. I deserved it but I no longer deserve it. I am only human. You have always sought after the imperfect perfection or was it perfect imperfection? It doesn't matter anymore. You have travelled the choppy roads before. Do you deny what you have become? Do you seek to hide that in the end sex was all you wanted? You live a life of denial and lies and yet you fault me for being a bastard. You expected the perfect imperfection. What you ended up with then was no more than a fulfilment you thought you had found. You concluded that was the end. That your miserable life had some meaning to it. Where were those words which you held onto so dearly? Do they not prick you anymore? I reckon it doesn't. You have found for yourself a new prick. Orgasms aplenty? Better be if not he isn't the best choice. You should seek the bigger, harder and stronger one amongst us. I wasn't your Sex God. Never was. Scrawny and puny I am. You've always had better. Thanks for stroking my ego then. The ride was fun but the obstacles were overwhelming. You claim to have forgiven me but truthfully you have not. You are one who lies to yourself to appease yourself. Do not speak to me about truthfulness. Didn't you stereotype men like how you always have? Have you found the perfect man? Jesus would be happy if you had found him but you completely missed because he doesn't exist. Just what on earth were you thinking that you even allowed him to touch you so soon? Mishaps occur. Does that really justify another man being in you in such short span? Do you feel the itch and miss being pitched? Finally ended up getting hitched not realizing you will be ditched even before the real orgasms start. But that you will never see. It is your hatred for me that has brought you to such a volatile state. I gladly accept the blame. Do you enjoy many manly parts on you and in you? Are you finding one who fits perfectly into your black hole? The perfect man doesn't exist. Stop looking for one and quit thinking you have found him. You have only found someone who succumbs himself to your utmost brilliance. He is enjoying every tissue in your body more than you will ever imagine. Who doesn't mind a free fuck in the name of a relationship? I did. You did. You always used that to want me back yet you vehemently deny that it wasn't about sex. Well, there you go. Face the consequences now. It is you who put up the act of suffering in that period and now you're oozing with ecstasy? When will you learn to think for yourself and stop being so naive? You claim I'm irresponsible and immature when it is you who fits those qualities. Failure to co-operate in your wants and needs doesn't qualify me as a prick. So fuck you. I wish I could but I wouldn't. You think you're enjoying life now? You have yet to see what is going to come to you. History has this habit of repeating itself. I will then see what you and him will do. What you will do to him. What he will do to you. It will almost be fun. Sadistic as I am, if you turn around and want me, I will fuck you and leave you again. I have done it before. I fear not repeating myself once more. Re-enactments are always welcome. Just spread the words and I will spread your legs. Fucking sex hungry bitch. Quit your decent one man woman love affair. If you're a one man woman, you'd stick to one cock and not many. They're all waiting out there somewhere for that opportunity to fuck you. You've wanted to fuck them too. That's why they love to fuck you because you're a fucking horny bitch. Yes, you're fuckable. Tits and ass. A cock hungry blowjob queen. Kudos to you. Fuck you bitch. Fuck you. Fuck.

I'm kidding. I still love you. Bitch.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Life Signs

Expose yourself to others and let them know who you really are. That is what many of us fail to heed. We put on many facades in our lives, far too many times. We often have our personal reasons or vendettas but sometimes it may result in us doing so just to spite someone. But we still go ahead and do it. Do we not care? Looking at one perspective, we don't. Very often, if not always, we only care about ourselves. Who will come forth and deny this factual statement? We do things purely for our own benefit. The altruist doesn't exist. Well, it wouldn't be too far fetched to say, never existed. If they do, they're lying. Yet, we often try to prove to others that we're being selfless. Unfortunately, a lot of them believe you. They trust your genuine nature. A minor percentile of those you know will see through you. But it is we who make ourselves out to be who we want to be. How is that in any way natural? Each path will result in us being different. No matter what the directive or objective, we're still selfish. But doing so isn't a sin. Everyone does it and why must it become something carnal? The one who mocks your selfish nature is being selfish too. He or she wants to prove to you that he or she is being the greater person since they're unlike you. But it is you who is unlike them.

As much you try, you're being yourself. Isn't that what everyone is raving out and about? For someone to accept who you really are, isn't it about accepting all their flaws? Isn't that what all of you want? Well, you have to learn to grow with it. But being selfish isn't a flaw. As a matter of fact, it's human nature. Feel free to disagree. Only you know what you're really hiding. So what use is being selfless? Just to make yourself and the other party feel good for that period of time? Perhaps, it does have some benefit for others. You're at the losing end. Try being selfless for a long time to come and see what happens to you. You start to feel less appreciated and more wanted. Wanted in the sense, where people love to take advantage of your sensitive nature. Try that with being selfish. You stand to gain. Never mind that the other party is feeling the pinch. They too will slowly come to their senses without realizing it. They too will become selfish. Then they will point their fingers at you to fault you. Have you become the sole reason for their change? You may choose to gladly accept it. It is, in fact, what you wanted them to become. But aren't they really being themselves now as compared to putting on a false front all this while? They will choose to blame you for their transformation as long you're around. Perhaps, even after you leave. They will always reflect that they've become an animal like you but they will never comprehend that it is they who have been lying to themselves.

The selfish person prays to imaginary gods but sleeps with real devils. They roam around earth to make love and yet kill the ones who doesn't see eye to eye with them. They preach about peace yet they wage war. They're civilized yet they behave in barbaric fashion. They're friends with you yet they backstab you. Parables aplenty. We are such people. We may despise such things but we do them all the time. So let us cease finding fault with others. Are we not imperfect? Why do we constantly criticize others when we're not and can never be perfect? Perhaps we should learn to accept that, whatever happens around us is for a reason even if we're not capable of understanding it. I was once told, 'war destroys, war creates'. Makes a whole lot of sense to me. Sometimes we have the need to destroy something useless or outdated and make something new or improvise. That is how we have progressed. That is how it will be. If everyone was to fake selflessness, we wouldn't have moved forward in life. Everyone would be content with what they had. No one will branch forward. Civilization would have crumbled. Wars would never have happened and that would have caused a mess. Yes, a bigger mess would have happened if not for war. History may have been different but fuck that. No use arguing that it may have been different if people chose a different path. It has already happened. Quit bitching. Never mind that many lost their lives in the struggle. It's over. Don't fake your mourning for them. They probably weren't interested to fight anyway. All that manipulation to fight doesn't make you a real hero or martyr. Those that compel you to fight, want you to die for your country. Your country wasn't even yours to begin with. So who are you taking ownership and partnership with? Did your country from the ground up, come forth and told you to fight for freedom or freedom? It is men. Ruthless, selfish men who want the riches of this world. Nothing wrong in wanting and attaining such massive wealth. You always question the means of collating such wealth but is it not what you would've wanted? Would you have said no to such magnitude? Perhaps, you might deny in the current day but when you realize that selfishness is mandatory to survival, you would have gladly nodded your head. Fear not, I'm with you. I would have said yes sir myself. We're only going to live once, so we think. Might as well live an extravagant, luxurious life.

Selfishness may have divided the world but selflessness will never rectify that damage. It will always be low in numbers. Best if it stays that way. Unless you have a shit load of money to waste and you're living a uneventful life and want to start a charitable organization, selflessness is not for you. For fuck's sake, you gain nothing. Peace of mind? Fuck no. Having miserable people suffocating you endlessly with their mundane, heartbreaking life stories are not going to give you inner peace. Sitting there, listening to their pathetic tales isn't going to give you a spiritual uplift. No, the gods won't favour you for that. Admittedly, you may become renowned and famous. Were you expecting something else? You knew you were going to get the recognition anyway. Come one, quit denying it. You may try and refuse but the critics will call you names. Will that not bring you out of your seat and into the outside? All that attention and fame will get to you. You will primarily live to maintain your name. Any fuck up you do and that will end your road to spiritual enhancement. Go ahead and proclaim that you're not selfish at all here. Do try. Deep down inside, you know that you're somewhat selfish. Be it in the smallest of quantities but it is true. Nothing you can do about it. Everyone is selfish. Once you've learnt to accept that divine truth, perhaps you will know what to do. Where to go from here and how to accomplish what you've wanted. As with all things, everything needs a balance. Rather than denying your selfish self, accept it with open arms but avoid drowning into the pool of selfishness. If that happens, it may have disastrous consequences but you already knew that the moment you indulged in self-realization. Nothing you can't handle, really.

So, start today. Live a new found selfish life. At least, finish what you need to do for yourself. Never mind if it is at the expense of others. I'm sure they wouldn't mind when they have realized it too. That is how the others would have you do it. That is how others have done it. That is how others will do it. That is how others must do it. Stop denying knowledge when it has come to you. Do not be left behind. Do not be fooled. Dare to be different. Dare to break away from traditionalist behaviours and patterns. Mould yourself to accept any form of criticism. Everyone you know will be happy you've realized the real you. They will stop advising you that you're being too nice and selfless to people. Do you not remember the close ones who mention that all the time? Give them some credit. They did know what they were talking about at that time. Perhaps, not to this extend but you should get the point. If the close ones mock you, you will retaliate valiantly. You will inform them that this is what they've wanted of you. You will inform them that this is the reality. Smile at their startled look. They will smile along later on, if not now. Remember, that you have nothing to fear in that aspect except yourself.