valentines day

its valentines day! yae! what does that mean to me? not a damn thing, to me its just another commercial hallmark holiday; meaning exploited by greeting cards to make great profit from pathetic people who convinced themselves they are in love...love what a gip, i believe the greatest loves are those found in books. though they sound like a beautiful thing I don’t think it really exist, and if it does i believe people have grown to make it something horrible, something they think they cant live without, but are miserable in. people constantly search for it, and when they find it they hardy recognise it, and expect to much from it, well at least its sweet in literary text...i guess at this point that’s all we can hope for.

things Ive learnt

There are so many things I’ve learnt in a short period of time. like for example I’ve learnt that I hate my name, its been worn out by the number of times its been called. now i dread the next time someone calls me, for i know it is with great expectation of a new task. I’ve also learnt that nothing is free, everything comes at a price, the price of money; hard work, the price of love; a broken heart, and the price of life is the heaviest, for we pay for it with our very existence. I’ve also learnt everything has a limit, like the very oxygen we breath, with each breath we are one step closer to our last. These are only a few of the millions of things I have learnt, yet I am no closer to being any wiser.

things ive learnt

There are many things I’ve learnt in my short period of time. like for example I’ve learnt that I hate my name, its been worn out by the number of times its been called. now i dread the next time someone calls me, for i know it is with great expectation of a new task. I’ve also learnt that nothing is free, everything comes at a price, the price of money; hard work, the price of love; a broken heart, and the price of life is the heaviest, for we pay for it with our very existence. I’ve also learnt everything has a limit, like the very oxygen we breath, with each breath we are one step closer to our last. these are only the few things of the millions of things ive learnt, and yet I am no closer to being any wiser.

reflections

have you ever felt that you’ve turned into someone that even you dot recognise. that when you look in the mirror you see someone completely different then the person really there, someone that is not who others see? so who is the real me? the person I see looking back at me in the mirror, or the person who others see, or what if it is someone else completely, someone that no one recognises? and if such a person existed, how would i recognise myself when I finally break free?

war...the value of life

I don’t think i can ever fight a war. war...war a horrible thing…completely useless, no one won the last war, and no ones gunna win the next one, its pointless, nobody wins in war, everybody just loses. so then why do people do it. does the ends justify the means? I think not, I think all life is equally valuable, to kill one to save millions to me doesn’t make sense, there are no guarantee that that one would live to be a million or that million only live but one day. even if that life does nothing but just live without harming others, maybe its not a great epic love story, or the next world leader, what makes one life more or less valuable than the other

hope

we know that real life isn’t a fairy tale, and there’s are no princes or fairy godmothers, we know that there’s no magical world that will take us to a kingdom far away, a place where there are no worries, no sorrow, no grief, no pain. and thou we know that such a place doesn’t exist, we never stop hoping, or at least wishing that there is something out there. is this so wrong, to wish for something more, something better?

Sorrow

you never know sorrow, until it passes you by, just as you never know the grief, the pain, the suffering... you may read about it, watch it on TV, or hear about it, but you never truly know... not till you feel your heart explode into a thousand pieces, and each piece seems to inflict its own kind of pain, not until you cry so much your eyes are left with no more tears, not until you feel the blood boil in every inch of your body until it feels numb... no you don’t truly feel sorrow until you hate your very existence for causing this.

Time

Time is a fickle thing, it beats its own rhythm, yet it feels like it speeds up in the best moments, and slows down when u wish it to speed up. all that is certain is that it passes, and it passes the same. it passes even when it feels like there is no reason for it to do so, and it passes even when we wish it didn’t. time what a fickle thing you are.

doomed?

have you ever heard the saying that there is a purpose to life... a reason to exist, so basically I’m alive because someone out there needs me... I realise that thou i may not know this person, or what they need, or the impact this person would have on life, this does not matter to me, all i know is, i hate this person with every fibre of my being... whoever this person(s) is i hate them! because of them i am forced to live a life of eternal damnation

1st blog

ok first blog, so bare with me while i figure out what to do, i think i will use this page to write crtisim and rant about books, movies, songs and anything else that pops in my mind. ooo also to write awsome quotes i come across.

it is now feb 17th 2009 and i have been writing thoughts that randonly poped into my mind, unfortunatly i did not have access to the interent for a short time period so i have saved it up. read, review, write opnions but dont crticize...its my mind and my thoughts...Im free to think these thinks whether u think it is right or not. after this i will post directly online instead of saving them. I call these collections the rantings of a crazed lunatic.