"Everything that humans can imagine, is a possibility in reality." -Physicist Willy Karen.
Something I found worth remembering while reading a manga.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
NTS
This shows how much I have no life, but I need to write it down or I might lose track of them.
TV Shows-
House
HowIMetYourMother
BigBangTheory
Bones
NCIS
Fringe
Dexter
Manga-
Fairy Tail - UTD
Mirai Nikki - UTD
FullMetalAlchemist - UTD
Naruto - UTD
One Piece - UTD
Zetsuen no Tempest - UTD
Monster Soul - CH XX
Yu Yu Hakusho - CH 10
Flame of Recca - CH XX
Law of Ueki - CH XX
Mahou Sensei Negima - CH XX
Ayashi no Ceres - CH XX
Bleach - CH XX
Darker Than Black - CH XX
I'll add more once I remember them.
* UTD = up to date
TV Shows-
House
HowIMetYourMother
BigBangTheory
Bones
NCIS
Fringe
Dexter
Manga-
Fairy Tail - UTD
Mirai Nikki - UTD
FullMetalAlchemist - UTD
Naruto - UTD
One Piece - UTD
Zetsuen no Tempest - UTD
Monster Soul - CH XX
Yu Yu Hakusho - CH 10
Flame of Recca - CH XX
Law of Ueki - CH XX
Mahou Sensei Negima - CH XX
Ayashi no Ceres - CH XX
Bleach - CH XX
Darker Than Black - CH XX
I'll add more once I remember them.
* UTD = up to date
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Double Poems :)
Seeing as I haven't updated in a while, I present you with TWO poems :)
Enjoy !
To Be Human.
To be human is to be imperfect, little quirks and flaws.
To look past the imperfection, and portray patience.
To be human is to error, make mistakes, and take the fall.
Or place blame on someone else, and sneak around the truth.
To be human is to lie, exagerate the truth, alter what it really is.
Adjust it, tamper it, adapt it, turn ignorance into bliss.
To be human is to understand, see past the walls insecurity put together.
Because judging one's insecurities is like disregarding a well thought out letter.
To be human is to feel the emotions set free regardless if it's sincere.
Regardless if it was faked, isolation is what humans really fear.
To be human is to protect what one holds dear.
To throw their life away to keep their loved ones away from fear.
To be human is to love, and feel that love given back.
To know guilt, regret, pride, lust and whatever you lack.
To be human is to smile, ear to ear, regardless of the pain.
To be human is to smile, ear to ear, to hide away the pain.
To be human is to feel guilt, and repentance when you've done wrong.
To be human is to break apart, lose pieces, only to come back up, strong.
To be human is to give away your heart, regardless of the future up ahead.
To be human is to take risks, regardless of the future bleeding out red.
To be human is to grow up, living the adventure of the real world.
Fill out dreams and goals, and find that perfect girl.
Raise a family, grow old and pass away.
Live life to the fullest and still live with regrets of that one day.
To be human is complicated, and simple at the same time.
But I don't want to be human, because they never have enough time.
The Monster Inside Me.
I was walking in the depths of my mind.
I came across this room with a cage inside.
I saw a figure in the cage before me.
He was bound by weights on his shoulder.
He turned his head and his eyes shined red.
He growled at me and muttered a few words.
I must've misheard and he walked towards me.
Stood right in front of me.
He smiled at me and my body shuddered at the glance of his crooked grin.
As I stared into his dark, shallow eyes, I could feel my body trembling at the thought that this monster is inside of me.
You could feel the evil seep through.
I wondered what created it and how could I undo this monster from being born.
But its like I was staring into a mirror.
Except every scar, bruise, pain and thorn was visibly present.
And in the abscenece of acceptance, this evil in front of me was born.
I could see the events that made him stronger flash before me.
Every time I felt alone.
Every moment I faced depression.
Every night where I am left alone wtih thoughts.
Every opportunity my heart was crushed before my very eyes.
Every brick that I covered myself with.
Every soul that abandoned me.
Every smile that was faked.
Every word that inspired deciet.
Every tear that drops
Every line I write.
Every poem I compose.
Every picture I capture.
Every breath I take.
I gave life to this monster.
I shuddered once again at the thought that this monster is inside me.
No, this monster is me.
Enjoy !
To Be Human.
To be human is to be imperfect, little quirks and flaws.
To look past the imperfection, and portray patience.
To be human is to error, make mistakes, and take the fall.
Or place blame on someone else, and sneak around the truth.
To be human is to lie, exagerate the truth, alter what it really is.
Adjust it, tamper it, adapt it, turn ignorance into bliss.
To be human is to understand, see past the walls insecurity put together.
Because judging one's insecurities is like disregarding a well thought out letter.
To be human is to feel the emotions set free regardless if it's sincere.
Regardless if it was faked, isolation is what humans really fear.
To be human is to protect what one holds dear.
To throw their life away to keep their loved ones away from fear.
To be human is to love, and feel that love given back.
To know guilt, regret, pride, lust and whatever you lack.
To be human is to smile, ear to ear, regardless of the pain.
To be human is to smile, ear to ear, to hide away the pain.
To be human is to feel guilt, and repentance when you've done wrong.
To be human is to break apart, lose pieces, only to come back up, strong.
To be human is to give away your heart, regardless of the future up ahead.
To be human is to take risks, regardless of the future bleeding out red.
To be human is to grow up, living the adventure of the real world.
Fill out dreams and goals, and find that perfect girl.
Raise a family, grow old and pass away.
Live life to the fullest and still live with regrets of that one day.
To be human is complicated, and simple at the same time.
But I don't want to be human, because they never have enough time.
The Monster Inside Me.
I was walking in the depths of my mind.
I came across this room with a cage inside.
I saw a figure in the cage before me.
He was bound by weights on his shoulder.
He turned his head and his eyes shined red.
He growled at me and muttered a few words.
I must've misheard and he walked towards me.
Stood right in front of me.
He smiled at me and my body shuddered at the glance of his crooked grin.
As I stared into his dark, shallow eyes, I could feel my body trembling at the thought that this monster is inside of me.
You could feel the evil seep through.
I wondered what created it and how could I undo this monster from being born.
But its like I was staring into a mirror.
Except every scar, bruise, pain and thorn was visibly present.
And in the abscenece of acceptance, this evil in front of me was born.
I could see the events that made him stronger flash before me.
Every time I felt alone.
Every moment I faced depression.
Every night where I am left alone wtih thoughts.
Every opportunity my heart was crushed before my very eyes.
Every brick that I covered myself with.
Every soul that abandoned me.
Every smile that was faked.
Every word that inspired deciet.
Every tear that drops
Every line I write.
Every poem I compose.
Every picture I capture.
Every breath I take.
I gave life to this monster.
I shuddered once again at the thought that this monster is inside me.
No, this monster is me.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Christmas Wishlist !
Okay, normally, I'm not the materialistic type. It's quite rare that I want a bunch of things all at once. But I thought I'd indulge my greedy nature and show my readers what kind of things I desire. But some of them aren't that materialistic. So...here we go !
HIMYM Seasons 1-5
No Country For Old Men DVD
Nikon SB-400 Speedlight Flash
More enthusiastic and not busy models
Borderlands (PS3)
A great part time job
Better photography skills
More photoshoots
Better sleeping habits
Better educational habits
Better writing skills
Commitment, dedication and motivation to my stories
A new video card so I can dual screen
XBOX 360 ELITE (With HALO 3)
;)
Inspiration
That wish that I wish for every 11:11 to come true.
And, that's it, I suppose.
kristine, dianne says (11:18 PM):
kinda miss your voice
just a tad bit
^ :P
HIMYM Seasons 1-5
No Country For Old Men DVD
Nikon SB-400 Speedlight Flash
More enthusiastic and not busy models
Borderlands (PS3)
A great part time job
Better photography skills
More photoshoots
Better sleeping habits
Better educational habits
Better writing skills
Commitment, dedication and motivation to my stories
A new video card so I can dual screen
XBOX 360 ELITE (With HALO 3)
;)
Inspiration
That wish that I wish for every 11:11 to come true.
And, that's it, I suppose.
kristine, dianne says (11:18 PM):
kinda miss your voice
just a tad bit
^ :P
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Oh.
Toothless
To dream that you are toothless, signifies your inability to reach your goals and advance toward your interests. Gloom and ill health will be part of your setbacks.
I dreamt that I was the one pulling my own teeth.
What's wrong with me.
To dream that you are toothless, signifies your inability to reach your goals and advance toward your interests. Gloom and ill health will be part of your setbacks.
I dreamt that I was the one pulling my own teeth.
What's wrong with me.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Canadian.
So, I just wanted to randomly write a short blog before I head to bed.
I was on the phone the other night and I recited five poems off the top of my head. Sad to say, all five were better than anything I've ever written. Or maybe it's because they were all improvised and made up on the spot. Hm, who knows.
I'm going to rewrite them or something...or start recording what my improvised poems.
Anyways, there's a snow storm happening at the moment. The wind is so strong that I can hear it inside the safety of my room.
Okay, on to dishes, then sleeeep.
I'll be back with some poetry.
I was on the phone the other night and I recited five poems off the top of my head. Sad to say, all five were better than anything I've ever written. Or maybe it's because they were all improvised and made up on the spot. Hm, who knows.
I'm going to rewrite them or something...or start recording what my improvised poems.
Anyways, there's a snow storm happening at the moment. The wind is so strong that I can hear it inside the safety of my room.
Okay, on to dishes, then sleeeep.
I'll be back with some poetry.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Interpretation.
Self expression's love.
Photography's life.
Writing's inspiration.
Honesty's lies.
Sloth's death.
Gluttony's fear.
Pride's self-esteem.
Lust's joy.
Greed's charity.
Wrath's kindness.
Envy's truth.
They say life is an adventure. But that's just one way to interpret it, is it not?
Photography's life.
Writing's inspiration.
Honesty's lies.
Sloth's death.
Gluttony's fear.
Pride's self-esteem.
Lust's joy.
Greed's charity.
Wrath's kindness.
Envy's truth.
They say life is an adventure. But that's just one way to interpret it, is it not?
Friday, December 4, 2009
Lost Inspiration
I was inspired to continue my previous stories. But youtube distracted me. Curse you Natalie/CommunityChannel. Curse you.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Writing Angrily.
I don't like you.
That's just stating it lightly.
You piss me off.
And if you're wondering why that might be.
Why don't you take a fucking minute.
Evaluate yourself before you reply.
Thinking you're so slick with your shit talk.
Please.
Keep your childish nonsense to your self.
I couldn't care less about what the fuck happened at some gay ass party you happened to creep into.
And I wasn't eavesdropping.
You're talking so fucking loud, it's hard to not hear you !
You're such a fucking drama queen.
And yes, I know you're a guy.
But you know, I hear shit too.
And from what I hear, you're a fucking queer.
Thinking you're the fucking best out of everyone out there.
Acting like you own the motherfucking place.
Criticizing everyone like you know how everything's suppose to be done.
I'm sick of you looking down on everyone.
Frankly, I'm pissed off about everything you are.
And at least, I won't go talking shit and saying your name out loud, making it everyone else's business.
You're nothing.
You're nothing but a gossiping, cocky son of a bitch who doesn't know when he's crossed the line.
If I had a temper, I would've punched the shit out of you by now.
But quite frankly, I don't give a shit about you.
And sure, go ahead, say that I do give a shit because I posted this post about you.
Well, I just want to straighten every fucking body.
Who thinks I give a shit about what you think about me.
I don't.
Go die.
[note; I was trying to write in another theme, instead of the morbid work of poetry that I am apparently known for. I must admit that I had a few people in mind when I started writing this, but I don't let others bother me, because they're not part of my life to begin wtih, so why care? Anyways, just trying something new for me.]
That's just stating it lightly.
You piss me off.
And if you're wondering why that might be.
Why don't you take a fucking minute.
Evaluate yourself before you reply.
Thinking you're so slick with your shit talk.
Please.
Keep your childish nonsense to your self.
I couldn't care less about what the fuck happened at some gay ass party you happened to creep into.
And I wasn't eavesdropping.
You're talking so fucking loud, it's hard to not hear you !
You're such a fucking drama queen.
And yes, I know you're a guy.
But you know, I hear shit too.
And from what I hear, you're a fucking queer.
Thinking you're the fucking best out of everyone out there.
Acting like you own the motherfucking place.
Criticizing everyone like you know how everything's suppose to be done.
I'm sick of you looking down on everyone.
Frankly, I'm pissed off about everything you are.
And at least, I won't go talking shit and saying your name out loud, making it everyone else's business.
You're nothing.
You're nothing but a gossiping, cocky son of a bitch who doesn't know when he's crossed the line.
If I had a temper, I would've punched the shit out of you by now.
But quite frankly, I don't give a shit about you.
And sure, go ahead, say that I do give a shit because I posted this post about you.
Well, I just want to straighten every fucking body.
Who thinks I give a shit about what you think about me.
I don't.
Go die.
[note; I was trying to write in another theme, instead of the morbid work of poetry that I am apparently known for. I must admit that I had a few people in mind when I started writing this, but I don't let others bother me, because they're not part of my life to begin wtih, so why care? Anyways, just trying something new for me.]
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Monster
I've been listening to Rafael Casal's The Monster LP, it's by far one of my favourite mixtapes ever because it's about this monster inside us all. And it's really the concept I've wrapped my mind around on, the whole "mankind was born evil, we're only good because we have rules for our society." Anyways, it gave me an idea. I'm going to take a snippet of the song which really spoke to me and use that as my vantage point.
Uhm, that's it for now I suppose.
Can't believe it's december already.
Oh well. Check frequently, though I'm not sure why you would.
I'll be back with some artsy stuff or somethign later.
Uhm, that's it for now I suppose.
Can't believe it's december already.
Oh well. Check frequently, though I'm not sure why you would.
I'll be back with some artsy stuff or somethign later.
Layout !
A new layout, pretty awesome, IMO.
Thanks Karl Nik ! ;)
Uhm, what else.
I guess that's it for now.
Oh, Rafael Casal's mixtape - The Monster - is a pretty sick mixtape.
Almost as dope as Lupe's Enemy of the State mixtape.
Gotta add those to my iPod before the end of tonight.
Hm, that's it for now.
I'm getting hungry, gotta go eat.
Keep checking frequently.
I have an english assignment to write a poem with the same totalitarianism theme as 1984.
It's a challenge, I must say.
And, watch out for Aaron's Life Story.
I'm almost done the rough draft of the story itself.
Hopefully, it'll be as awesome as people highly anticipate it as !
Stay safe.
Thanks Karl Nik ! ;)
Uhm, what else.
I guess that's it for now.
Oh, Rafael Casal's mixtape - The Monster - is a pretty sick mixtape.
Almost as dope as Lupe's Enemy of the State mixtape.
Gotta add those to my iPod before the end of tonight.
Hm, that's it for now.
I'm getting hungry, gotta go eat.
Keep checking frequently.
I have an english assignment to write a poem with the same totalitarianism theme as 1984.
It's a challenge, I must say.
And, watch out for Aaron's Life Story.
I'm almost done the rough draft of the story itself.
Hopefully, it'll be as awesome as people highly anticipate it as !
Stay safe.
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