For about a week now, I've been wanting to play Anberlin songs on the drums, especially their song "Breaking" and "Paperthin Hymn". But no matter how I try, I don't feel like I'm playing right on the drums and the beat sound confusing to me. I watched drum covers from Youtube, and I wonder, "How come they can play it? Perhaps I'm not cut out to be a drummer...". I felt down and my confidence as a drummer went to smokes.
But I can play the songs now.
Why? Well, lemme start one of those "motivational speeches" everybody is doing on the TV and on self-help groups, but unlike theirs, mine is better (heh.)
It all boils down to this: Use your brain, you retard.
Okay, lemme be specific here. Use logic, you dumbass.
You can't play a song on the drums? Two words: Study and Practice. Watch covers from the internet and try to copy the way they play, then adjust according to what you feel is right, then practice it until you get it.
Girlfriend left you? Evaluate whether she is worth it or you're better off without her. If she's worth it, do whatever it takes to take her back. If she's just a slutty fuck-buddy that steals money from you, find yourself a more decent one.
You're fat? Exercise and quit the Twinkies and donuts. (Btw, sex is a good exercise because it builds up almost every part of your body and it burns calories faster than the thread mill. Just got this from readers digest, so don't look at me for more explanations.)
No money? Then get a fucking job, asshole.
Simply put, if you want 5, but you have 2, its obvious you add 3. Do what it takes to do it. The problem with us is we tend to rely too much on emotions like fear, hate, love, etc. I'm not saying having emotions are bad, when as a matter of fact its the thing that protects us from killing each other, but we should not let it blind us into making good decisions and improving ourselves.
Here's a good 4-step thought process.
-First, assess the situation, let say you got pregnant and you expect your parents to be mad and your guy to leave you.
-Next, think of the logical actions needed, like either talk it out with your guy then talk to your parents and look for support, or go the easy way out and do abortion.
-Only at step 3 should emotions, which are also affected by one's morality, be applied, like though your parents will be mad for a while, they'll soon understand, instead of killing the baby and harming your own body (yes, abortion is bad for the health.)
-Fucking DO IT! No matter how good an idea or how great your decisions are, it doesn't fucking work if you don't do it.
By the way, I can now play "Breaking" and I'm nearly perfecting "Paperthin Hymn", because mainly I'm awesome, and partially because I didn't give up. Fuck you, depression!
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Death
Everybody hates the word... well, except for those poser emo basterds. Nobody wants to die. Simple as that. Nobody wants to fade away. Nobody wants to be forgotten. Nobody wants to know what's on the other side.
"Nobody" seems to want a lot, but this Great Nobody is better than just any nobody (or anybody?)
I just finished the epically-winning novel "Have a Little Faith", and the last of the four chapters in the book tackled Death. *Spoiler Alert* At that part of the novel, Mitch's rabbi, Rev. Albert "Reb" Lewis, is dying. He was in a semi-conscious state where he can barely mutter words, a sad thing to happen to the Reb who always love to sing. Truthfully, everybody (including I, the reader) expected that the Reb will die soon. Thankfully, the doctors were able to counter the disability and he soon returned to his energetic state, always with a mouthful of songs and wisdom. *Spoiler End* After a wonderful discussion, Mitch told his rabbi not to scare everyone again. The Reb quipped to "take it up with my Boss".
Why do seek more out of this life, when we have enough time to waste? Some people hated life, claiming it's too short, while some hate it for not ending sooner. But who are we to ask more? We were given something, and we have no right to ask more. Beggars can't be choosers, right? We also don't have the right to complain about our lives. I know some of you are saying that we didn't chose to live, but still, you did. It's not like you could just accept car, use it, then return it when it's used, saying you didn't want it.
Some people out there are even lucky to be born. In a Jewish myth, Adam, who was destined to live a thousand years, asked to see his future descendants. Out of many flames that signifies each soul, he found a warm, beautiful, orange flame, full of wisdom and valor. Adam asked God when that soul will be born, but God said it was decided that that soul will never be born, because it will soon commit sin and defile himself. Adam, who pitied his other descendants who will be deprived of knowledge from such a wonderful soul, begged God to take some years from his life and give it to that soul. Adam died at the age of 970, and many centuries later, the wise and powerful King David will die at the short age of 70. Without Adam's sacrifice, the world would have been deprived of such an amazing king. Isn't it better that we knew a person, even if it's just for a short moment, than not meeting him/her at all.
Personally, I don't want fame nor power, and I desire money just for the sole reason to buy things I like. I don't desire immortality, but my goal in life is to at least inspire others and that all my knowledge and wisdom to be passed on among the living. Perhaps even if my name is soon forgotten, my legacy will make a print into this world, giving me a small piece of immortality.
I do not know if there is Heaven or Hell or perhaps purgatory on the other side, nor do I know which of those places shall I wind up into. But as long as I have breath on my tar-filled lungs, I swear to God Almighty that I shall live as long as I can and inspire others to at least achieve my personal goal of leaving behind a legacy. You might think I'm selfish, but it's what we have to do in order to survive the painful trials of Life.
May Our God bless us all.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There's such a beautiful full moon tonight, and too bad I still can't see it from my window at the moment. I want to go to the rooftop and just look up to the beautiful works of God.
I want to feel the essence of tambay again, so I'll be smoking outside for a while.
~thegreatnobody got some of his cigarettes, and left the room.
"Nobody" seems to want a lot, but this Great Nobody is better than just any nobody (or anybody?)
I just finished the epically-winning novel "Have a Little Faith", and the last of the four chapters in the book tackled Death. *Spoiler Alert* At that part of the novel, Mitch's rabbi, Rev. Albert "Reb" Lewis, is dying. He was in a semi-conscious state where he can barely mutter words, a sad thing to happen to the Reb who always love to sing. Truthfully, everybody (including I, the reader) expected that the Reb will die soon. Thankfully, the doctors were able to counter the disability and he soon returned to his energetic state, always with a mouthful of songs and wisdom. *Spoiler End* After a wonderful discussion, Mitch told his rabbi not to scare everyone again. The Reb quipped to "take it up with my Boss".
Why do seek more out of this life, when we have enough time to waste? Some people hated life, claiming it's too short, while some hate it for not ending sooner. But who are we to ask more? We were given something, and we have no right to ask more. Beggars can't be choosers, right? We also don't have the right to complain about our lives. I know some of you are saying that we didn't chose to live, but still, you did. It's not like you could just accept car, use it, then return it when it's used, saying you didn't want it.
Some people out there are even lucky to be born. In a Jewish myth, Adam, who was destined to live a thousand years, asked to see his future descendants. Out of many flames that signifies each soul, he found a warm, beautiful, orange flame, full of wisdom and valor. Adam asked God when that soul will be born, but God said it was decided that that soul will never be born, because it will soon commit sin and defile himself. Adam, who pitied his other descendants who will be deprived of knowledge from such a wonderful soul, begged God to take some years from his life and give it to that soul. Adam died at the age of 970, and many centuries later, the wise and powerful King David will die at the short age of 70. Without Adam's sacrifice, the world would have been deprived of such an amazing king. Isn't it better that we knew a person, even if it's just for a short moment, than not meeting him/her at all.
Personally, I don't want fame nor power, and I desire money just for the sole reason to buy things I like. I don't desire immortality, but my goal in life is to at least inspire others and that all my knowledge and wisdom to be passed on among the living. Perhaps even if my name is soon forgotten, my legacy will make a print into this world, giving me a small piece of immortality.
I do not know if there is Heaven or Hell or perhaps purgatory on the other side, nor do I know which of those places shall I wind up into. But as long as I have breath on my tar-filled lungs, I swear to God Almighty that I shall live as long as I can and inspire others to at least achieve my personal goal of leaving behind a legacy. You might think I'm selfish, but it's what we have to do in order to survive the painful trials of Life.
May Our God bless us all.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There's such a beautiful full moon tonight, and too bad I still can't see it from my window at the moment. I want to go to the rooftop and just look up to the beautiful works of God.
I want to feel the essence of tambay again, so I'll be smoking outside for a while.
~thegreatnobody got some of his cigarettes, and left the room.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Divine Knowledge, Fallen Angels, and Marlboro Black
Recently, I borrowed from my sister a copy of Mitch Albom's most recent magnum opus, "Have a Little Faith", which is about Mitch's personal account when his Jewish Rabbi, Albert Lewis, asked him to do him an eulogy. In the early chapters of the book, the author mentioned his background on his religion, where he said he studied more complicated materials like the Talmud and the Mystic Kabbalah.
The Jewish Kabbalah. Easy, right?
As I read on through the book, the author mention that though he has tons of theological knowledge inside his brain, he somehow found himself running away from God. The more you learn as life goes, you come to a slow realization that you don't need much from God, and as long as you're not doing harm to anybody, He doesn't need anything from you too. It's like that guy you met since first grade that, either through fate or coincidence, becomes your classmate all throughout until high school, and though you start out as buddies, you get into another group and only get to talk to that guy once every blue moon. You know the guy, you get along with him, but its just that you don't have enough (or maybe don't) make time to be with him. That's how the author's spiritual life went so far in the book.
And I also noticed that that's also how my spiritual life is slowly turning out to be.
Ever since my childhood, I've been reading picturebook bibles and learned much from them. By the time I started to read a real Bible, I pretty much already knew how the stories and tales would turn out to be. While the other kids are being thought and are trying to comprehend, I slowly developed a case of elitism where I always think "they are so slow" or "isn't it obvious?"or "they claim to know God, but not know of his works? Losers..." or even "I'm pretty sure they'll go to Hell". It's funny that the most knowledgeable on Holiness thinks of the most evil thoughts.
By the time I got to my last year in high school, I was looking for materials to make interesting plot lines when I hit the jackpot: Gnosticism, Mystic Judaism, and the Kabbalah. Did my research on them to use them for a story, and soon I got dragged into the world of the Gnostic Texts. Learned of the Archangels, Levels of Heaven, Magic Circles to Invoke Spirits... hell, I studied it so much to a point when I stuck a magic circle to invoke harm to somebody as a prank, he soon fell down a flight of stairs and almost broke his neck, not if I did it on the specific day the spell is at its most powerful. True magic or not, I soon engrossed myself in it, and I didn't notice it was taking over me.
When I went to a Encounter-God Retreat last April (or was it May? Can't remember), I felt hatred for every person there, thinking they will oppress my belief and preach to me their inferior knowledge on God (I still had traces of my elitism then). All I could think of at the time was protecting my beliefs, and that night, me and my other self (read my old posts, I'm sure I already told you about my split personality) fought over what to believe, and that night was when my other self felt most materialized. That whole retreat was a battle against myself and my beliefs, and it turns out that all I'm doing is not bad in itself, but my mindset was what's making what I'm doing evil. I got it all out of my system, and I managed to defeat my inner demon, but the war in me is still not over.
I believe in God, and I'm as theistic as any other out there. But I smoke. I curse. I still study some mysticism in my free time. I never lie, but still avoids the truth. I'm greedy. I masturbate in a frequent intervals to materials I'm never shy of talking about in public (It's porn). I make it my personal tandem to understand everybody, think of every standpoint, and not just loathe them for what I see them as, but I sometimes still judge people according to appearance and surface matters. The only thing I could be proud of out of all this is that I can say I'm not a hypocrite. I won't tell you what you should or shouldn't do, but I can only tell you to believe what you think is right, for everybody has the right to do so.
Personally I have only 2, no, 3 sins that makes a person legible for damnation:
Uselessness, or what Christians call the "sin of omission", meaning you failed to do what you the current situation calls you to. An example is premature ejaculation because, seriously, you're pretty much useless when you realize your partner is still horny and you already shot your load and can't get it up.
Cruelty, or the "sin of emission", things that hurt other people, either mentally, emotionally, or physically.
Well, the last one is stupidity, which is doing what you obviously should not do, but count that one as a joke. If your stupidity is done when you're not obliged to do anything and nobody is hurt, its not really a sin. Lighting up a 7 month old Marlboro Black Menthol falls under this one.
Like King Solomon said:
And I also noticed that that's also how my spiritual life is slowly turning out to be.
Ever since my childhood, I've been reading picturebook bibles and learned much from them. By the time I started to read a real Bible, I pretty much already knew how the stories and tales would turn out to be. While the other kids are being thought and are trying to comprehend, I slowly developed a case of elitism where I always think "they are so slow" or "isn't it obvious?"or "they claim to know God, but not know of his works? Losers..." or even "I'm pretty sure they'll go to Hell". It's funny that the most knowledgeable on Holiness thinks of the most evil thoughts.
By the time I got to my last year in high school, I was looking for materials to make interesting plot lines when I hit the jackpot: Gnosticism, Mystic Judaism, and the Kabbalah. Did my research on them to use them for a story, and soon I got dragged into the world of the Gnostic Texts. Learned of the Archangels, Levels of Heaven, Magic Circles to Invoke Spirits... hell, I studied it so much to a point when I stuck a magic circle to invoke harm to somebody as a prank, he soon fell down a flight of stairs and almost broke his neck, not if I did it on the specific day the spell is at its most powerful. True magic or not, I soon engrossed myself in it, and I didn't notice it was taking over me.
When I went to a Encounter-God Retreat last April (or was it May? Can't remember), I felt hatred for every person there, thinking they will oppress my belief and preach to me their inferior knowledge on God (I still had traces of my elitism then). All I could think of at the time was protecting my beliefs, and that night, me and my other self (read my old posts, I'm sure I already told you about my split personality) fought over what to believe, and that night was when my other self felt most materialized. That whole retreat was a battle against myself and my beliefs, and it turns out that all I'm doing is not bad in itself, but my mindset was what's making what I'm doing evil. I got it all out of my system, and I managed to defeat my inner demon, but the war in me is still not over.
I believe in God, and I'm as theistic as any other out there. But I smoke. I curse. I still study some mysticism in my free time. I never lie, but still avoids the truth. I'm greedy. I masturbate in a frequent intervals to materials I'm never shy of talking about in public (It's porn). I make it my personal tandem to understand everybody, think of every standpoint, and not just loathe them for what I see them as, but I sometimes still judge people according to appearance and surface matters. The only thing I could be proud of out of all this is that I can say I'm not a hypocrite. I won't tell you what you should or shouldn't do, but I can only tell you to believe what you think is right, for everybody has the right to do so.
Personally I have only 2, no, 3 sins that makes a person legible for damnation:
Uselessness, or what Christians call the "sin of omission", meaning you failed to do what you the current situation calls you to. An example is premature ejaculation because, seriously, you're pretty much useless when you realize your partner is still horny and you already shot your load and can't get it up.
Cruelty, or the "sin of emission", things that hurt other people, either mentally, emotionally, or physically.
Well, the last one is stupidity, which is doing what you obviously should not do, but count that one as a joke. If your stupidity is done when you're not obliged to do anything and nobody is hurt, its not really a sin. Lighting up a 7 month old Marlboro Black Menthol falls under this one.
Like King Solomon said:
"The greater my wisdom, the greater my grief.
An increase to my knowledge is an increase to my sorrow"
-Ecclesiastes 1:18
An increase to my knowledge is an increase to my sorrow"
-Ecclesiastes 1:18
Protip: Ignorance is a bliss, and don't smoke old cigarettes. Not only do they taste bad, but they give you weird inspirations.
I fail to kill enough zombies for my zombie contingency plan, so I'm gonna keep delaying it until I get enough knowledge and experience. Peace out.
~thegreatnobody proceeded in killing more zombies with his authentic, magic-enhanced Wakizashi-Ken
I fail to kill enough zombies for my zombie contingency plan, so I'm gonna keep delaying it until I get enough knowledge and experience. Peace out.
~thegreatnobody proceeded in killing more zombies with his authentic, magic-enhanced Wakizashi-Ken
Sunday, November 29, 2009
A Zombie Contingency Plan and A Pack of Crappy Cigarettes part 1
As said on my last article, I'm inspired to make a Zombie Contingency Plan because of the awesomeness of Zombieland. All zombie movies I watched involved fast-paced ones, so I'm gonna make a plan involving them, because when you're surrounded by slow-moving, "brainzz"-mumbling zombies with hands in "I'm gonna strangle you" position, the only thing to be wary of is being mobbed and the urge to dance to some dead pop artist's "Thriller" music.
Rule 1: Don't be stupid
Seriously this is a major rule where violation of this rule automatically kills you. Your family/girlfriend/bestfriend/dog is infected? Kill them. No matter how sane they are in the moment, if they're bitten and the zombifying virus/bacteria/nanomachine is transferable via biting, say your last goodbyes and blow their brains out. The place his riddle by zombies? Don't get their attention and just run. Your fellow survivor tripped and is telling you to leave him and save yourself? Don't be a hero and just do what he/she says, damnit.
All basic knowledge is stored up in that brain of yours, so use it wisely. Anyone can survive if they just use that gray matter that everyzombie is crazy about.
Rule 2: Avoid Crowds
Most zombie movies have this scene where there's a bunch of people begging to cross some border/fence that the government/local officials put up to avoid contamination. Then its either somebody carries a bite-redden corpse of a love one that soon zombifies, bites, then infects everyone or somebody is already infected and starts biting everyone. Either way, it always end up nasty, so you better find a better way in to the safe zone (if there is any) or a way out of the vicinity.
Also, avoid places that everyone will think of going, like the gun store or grocery, because chances are everybody went there, somebody got infected, then everybody there is now a zombie. I'm sure you have a gun or lethal weapon at hand at the moment, and you're not gonna run out of bullets any time soon, so unless you really need to restock, just stay out of them crowded places.
If the zombie apocalypse started on a non-work day like Sunday or holiday, I suggest you go to a school or small office because I'm sure the most you have to put up with is about a dozen zombies or, if you're really lucky, none.
Rule 3: Travel Light
The tip is so good there's no way I can say that I didn't copy this off Zombieland or other good contingency plans. Personally, I plan on taking just one sports bag (the long type you usually put badminton rackets and shoes in) packed only with ammunitions and chocolate bread bars. Why Chocolate cake? Sweets give you boosts in energy and you need to run fast, plus it's good for the heart.
Carry just one large weapon, like a shotgun or machine gun. Miniature versions like the sawed-off shotgun and submachine guns are more preferable. Also carry a pistol and a midrange melee weapon. Don't be stupid (remember, rule 1) to chose something like knives and chainsaws. Contrary to what video games tell us (*cough* left 4 dead 2 *cough*), chainsaws are pretty heavy, and you're gonna do a lot of running now. For melee, I'd recommend a Japanese katana or a machete, because they have pretty decent range, plus they are easy to handle. Also, don't carry clothes, because you don't have the luxury of changing now.
I'm gonna put clothing under this rule also. Think, what part of your body will be most likely bitten? Limbs are the most common targeted parts in movies, where the other parts only comes next after they get you down. I suggest you wear padding (elbow pads, wrist bands, shin guards, you know, the stuff skaters and bikers forgets to wear) beneath your clothes so you have a split second chance of getting the zombie off you before their teeth sinks in to your flesh. Wear about 2 layers for the top, then top it off with a thick layer of clothing like a leather jacket of a motorist overall jacket (the one that covers everything). Always make sure that all those clothes are easy to remove, because when charging through a flood of zombies, all those grabby hands will start stripping you and the worst case is that the clothes gets stuck and you're trapped among zombies. Procuring clothes will be easy, so don't worry about your clothes and focus on surviving.
Rule 4: Sure-kill
A more general version of the double-tap. You're just one man, and there's millions of zombies out there. Every bullet counts, so make sure you blast a head with every shot. Also, if the zombie is down and you're gonna deliver the final blow, use melee weapons instead of wasting bullets on an already downed guy. Remember I didn't recommend knives? Its because the goal is to avoid any contact with the contaminant, and getting bit while trying to stab its head is really a bummer. Isn't chopping its head off with an axe or a machete way more convenient?
More rules to come, probably tomorrow. I'm gonna do more research.
~thegreatnobody left again into the zombie-filled streets for more information.
Rule 1: Don't be stupid
Seriously this is a major rule where violation of this rule automatically kills you. Your family/girlfriend/bestfriend/dog is infected? Kill them. No matter how sane they are in the moment, if they're bitten and the zombifying virus/bacteria/nanomachine is transferable via biting, say your last goodbyes and blow their brains out. The place his riddle by zombies? Don't get their attention and just run. Your fellow survivor tripped and is telling you to leave him and save yourself? Don't be a hero and just do what he/she says, damnit.
All basic knowledge is stored up in that brain of yours, so use it wisely. Anyone can survive if they just use that gray matter that everyzombie is crazy about.
Rule 2: Avoid Crowds
Most zombie movies have this scene where there's a bunch of people begging to cross some border/fence that the government/local officials put up to avoid contamination. Then its either somebody carries a bite-redden corpse of a love one that soon zombifies, bites, then infects everyone or somebody is already infected and starts biting everyone. Either way, it always end up nasty, so you better find a better way in to the safe zone (if there is any) or a way out of the vicinity.
Also, avoid places that everyone will think of going, like the gun store or grocery, because chances are everybody went there, somebody got infected, then everybody there is now a zombie. I'm sure you have a gun or lethal weapon at hand at the moment, and you're not gonna run out of bullets any time soon, so unless you really need to restock, just stay out of them crowded places.
If the zombie apocalypse started on a non-work day like Sunday or holiday, I suggest you go to a school or small office because I'm sure the most you have to put up with is about a dozen zombies or, if you're really lucky, none.
Rule 3: Travel Light
The tip is so good there's no way I can say that I didn't copy this off Zombieland or other good contingency plans. Personally, I plan on taking just one sports bag (the long type you usually put badminton rackets and shoes in) packed only with ammunitions and chocolate bread bars. Why Chocolate cake? Sweets give you boosts in energy and you need to run fast, plus it's good for the heart.
Carry just one large weapon, like a shotgun or machine gun. Miniature versions like the sawed-off shotgun and submachine guns are more preferable. Also carry a pistol and a midrange melee weapon. Don't be stupid (remember, rule 1) to chose something like knives and chainsaws. Contrary to what video games tell us (*cough* left 4 dead 2 *cough*), chainsaws are pretty heavy, and you're gonna do a lot of running now. For melee, I'd recommend a Japanese katana or a machete, because they have pretty decent range, plus they are easy to handle. Also, don't carry clothes, because you don't have the luxury of changing now.
I'm gonna put clothing under this rule also. Think, what part of your body will be most likely bitten? Limbs are the most common targeted parts in movies, where the other parts only comes next after they get you down. I suggest you wear padding (elbow pads, wrist bands, shin guards, you know, the stuff skaters and bikers forgets to wear) beneath your clothes so you have a split second chance of getting the zombie off you before their teeth sinks in to your flesh. Wear about 2 layers for the top, then top it off with a thick layer of clothing like a leather jacket of a motorist overall jacket (the one that covers everything). Always make sure that all those clothes are easy to remove, because when charging through a flood of zombies, all those grabby hands will start stripping you and the worst case is that the clothes gets stuck and you're trapped among zombies. Procuring clothes will be easy, so don't worry about your clothes and focus on surviving.
Rule 4: Sure-kill
A more general version of the double-tap. You're just one man, and there's millions of zombies out there. Every bullet counts, so make sure you blast a head with every shot. Also, if the zombie is down and you're gonna deliver the final blow, use melee weapons instead of wasting bullets on an already downed guy. Remember I didn't recommend knives? Its because the goal is to avoid any contact with the contaminant, and getting bit while trying to stab its head is really a bummer. Isn't chopping its head off with an axe or a machete way more convenient?
More rules to come, probably tomorrow. I'm gonna do more research.
~thegreatnobody left again into the zombie-filled streets for more information.
Love, Narcissism, Orgasmic Chin Massage, and Zombies
Noticed something missing? Yeah, I deleted yesterdays "love proclamation" article. Thanks to Jesse, I learned that what I feel is love IF and only IF I make the decision. If I tuck my tail between my legs and run away at the day I plan to talk to her, then its just infatuation. Love is a choice, and right now, I'm slowly nearing the crossroads that will tell me if what I really feel is love or infatuation (or probably the feeling of regret of what once was... i dunno). Well, for now, that's that and I'm gonna leave that topic till something happens.
Recently, I also noticed that I've been staring at the mirror too often now. I also look at my reflection in car windows, shop windows, blank monitors, and anything that reflects my image. It all probably started as a way to see if I'm maintaining a proper image, but soon, as I started to put up a "bad ass" image (unbuttoned patchless polo, black shirt, cool-looking pendant, and wild uncombed hair, plus smoking cigarettes in front of campus), I started looking at myself more and more. With all that looking at myself, I even noticed that my eyes have some femininity on them (which, according to this article, makes you way more lovable by the ladies). I know its kind of expected, but I can't help noticing girls looking with me with "you're yummy" eyes, with the combo "I'll fucking kill you" eyes courtesy of their boyfriends.
Not that I love being looked at, nor that I like looking good, but I just can't seem to stop fixing myself this way. Girls, imagine your first Barbie, the one that somebody said was so fugly you fixed it up so much that you even copied its style and you soon became THE BARBIE and everybody was amazed on how you changed from an innocent 5 year old girl to a jock-hunting blondie slut lying naked on the men's shower? Probably not, but the point is that you soon become your ideal self to the point you'll even sleep with your own doppelganger (no I won't... well... hmm.... maybe...). Did I just mentioned in my mind that I MIGHT sleep with my own clone? Shit, I'm going batshit insane here.
Well, besides my slowly creeping narcissism, I plan on growing a cool beard, and I heard that massaging parts with hair follicles promotes hair growth. I'll probably play with my chin like you tickle a cat, so I'll be going now. Btw, I just watched ZombieLand, so my next post (which will probably come later, or perhaps tomorrow) will be about my own set of rules to follow in case of a Zombie Apocalypse. There a lot of Zombie Contingency plans out there on the net, which I have to say are mostly unthoughtful and has many flaws, so I'll make sure I'll put a lot of thought on mine.
~thegreatnobody has left his room, massaging his chin as he kills zombies for research.
Recently, I also noticed that I've been staring at the mirror too often now. I also look at my reflection in car windows, shop windows, blank monitors, and anything that reflects my image. It all probably started as a way to see if I'm maintaining a proper image, but soon, as I started to put up a "bad ass" image (unbuttoned patchless polo, black shirt, cool-looking pendant, and wild uncombed hair, plus smoking cigarettes in front of campus), I started looking at myself more and more. With all that looking at myself, I even noticed that my eyes have some femininity on them (which, according to this article, makes you way more lovable by the ladies). I know its kind of expected, but I can't help noticing girls looking with me with "you're yummy" eyes, with the combo "I'll fucking kill you" eyes courtesy of their boyfriends.
Not that I love being looked at, nor that I like looking good, but I just can't seem to stop fixing myself this way. Girls, imagine your first Barbie, the one that somebody said was so fugly you fixed it up so much that you even copied its style and you soon became THE BARBIE and everybody was amazed on how you changed from an innocent 5 year old girl to a jock-hunting blondie slut lying naked on the men's shower? Probably not, but the point is that you soon become your ideal self to the point you'll even sleep with your own doppelganger (no I won't... well... hmm.... maybe...). Did I just mentioned in my mind that I MIGHT sleep with my own clone? Shit, I'm going batshit insane here.
Well, besides my slowly creeping narcissism, I plan on growing a cool beard, and I heard that massaging parts with hair follicles promotes hair growth. I'll probably play with my chin like you tickle a cat, so I'll be going now. Btw, I just watched ZombieLand, so my next post (which will probably come later, or perhaps tomorrow) will be about my own set of rules to follow in case of a Zombie Apocalypse. There a lot of Zombie Contingency plans out there on the net, which I have to say are mostly unthoughtful and has many flaws, so I'll make sure I'll put a lot of thought on mine.
~thegreatnobody has left his room, massaging his chin as he kills zombies for research.
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