Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
{A Return To Love}
I feel that as women we've allowed ourselves to be deluded by certain ideas that hold us back, such as the over- glorification of masculine consciousness. To me, liberation doesn't mean that I can think just like a man. Real liberation means that I can think, act, and be like a woman and receive equal respect, honor, and compensation. Liberation also means that even though I'm a woman I have masculine parts of my temperament which I can safely explore and integrate into my experience. In the same way, real liberation for men means that they can explore and integrate their feminine aspects of consciousness.
{Kindred Spirit}
- Marianne Williamsom
Tuesday, April 24
Saturday, April 21
Discarded Despairs of A Soul Destined For Depression
The grief that looms in the other room, across that paper-thin wall.... it's overwhelming. It catches you by the throat as you fall from twenty stories high and it won't release until you can no longer gag. When finally you give up the fight and exhaled your last breath, it let's you fall again into the despairing darkness.
It's an endless pit. You can fall for a million years, you can even grab hold of branches sticking out from the walls and hang on for dear life. But your arm can only support you for so long; Eventually, even your own body will disappoint you. And you continue falling.
Doesn't matter who you are, where you're from or even what you've seen or done. Be a saint, an angel, a psychotic serial killer. You can even call yourself God, it really doesn't matter. Because you'll still fall.
You can keep your secrets: your hopes, dreams, failures and those wet dreams you've had of your best friend's girl. When you're lying in that wooden box, your silence will be eternal and no one will ever hear a word of it again. Or you might choose cremation, spare your remaining kins the trouble of having to tear themselves away from their selfish lives to come clean your grave every once in a blue moon. Considerate, aren't you? Still, it doesn't matter. As you ashes grace the earth, the wind whispering to the world what remains of your glorious life, you'll disappear for forever more. Gone. From then on forth, you will be referred to in the past tense.
Love will kill us all. Torture your heart, milk your body dry of whatever nonexistant soul and embrace you in the fires of damnation.
It's an endless pit. You can fall for a million years, you can even grab hold of branches sticking out from the walls and hang on for dear life. But your arm can only support you for so long; Eventually, even your own body will disappoint you. And you continue falling.
Doesn't matter who you are, where you're from or even what you've seen or done. Be a saint, an angel, a psychotic serial killer. You can even call yourself God, it really doesn't matter. Because you'll still fall.
You can keep your secrets: your hopes, dreams, failures and those wet dreams you've had of your best friend's girl. When you're lying in that wooden box, your silence will be eternal and no one will ever hear a word of it again. Or you might choose cremation, spare your remaining kins the trouble of having to tear themselves away from their selfish lives to come clean your grave every once in a blue moon. Considerate, aren't you? Still, it doesn't matter. As you ashes grace the earth, the wind whispering to the world what remains of your glorious life, you'll disappear for forever more. Gone. From then on forth, you will be referred to in the past tense.
Love will kill us all. Torture your heart, milk your body dry of whatever nonexistant soul and embrace you in the fires of damnation.
Embrace Eternity
Yesterday is history, leave it for the kids to study.
Tomorrow is too far ahead, I'm sorry I'm not wearing my specs.
Today is the present, the greatest gift of all.
Tomorrow is too far ahead, I'm sorry I'm not wearing my specs.
Today is the present, the greatest gift of all.
Thursday, April 19
I Forgot To Say This
PonZi is sooooo cute!!!!
I remember very clearly when I first started using liquid body soap. I mean not the exact date and time but the scenario, all thanks to my *roll eyes* awesome Dad.
Note: For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, read the following passage.
Back in the time when the sky was blue and the ocean was a few centimeters lower, we had this slippery bar-like thing that we called soap. It's solid and when put into contact with water for a long period of time, becomes a gooey disgusting thingey. It comes in all different colors and cavewomen back in those days used to spend endless hours trying to find the prettiest soap-holding box-like thingey for it.
Anyway, my Dad. Yes. Him.
When we first started using liquid soap, he was very smug bout it. He beamed as if he was the first person to have discovered that the earth is round or smoething huge like that. He came to us and couldn't help laughing at us and saying, 'Hah, look! City people like us, descedants of the (*calls himself some royal family's name, most probably the king of England*) family use liquid soap like this *holds up the bottle*. I don't know how you Neandertals use such bruttish bar soaps but we (*calls himself another royal family's name, most probably not the same as the first one he used*) only know how to use these high class liquid soaps*laughs to himself*.'
You might wonder how I remember all these things but actually I don't, I just remember he did something dumb like that and knowing him, it's not that hard to guess what he would've said.
He loves calling himself some kinda royalty and reminisce about the time he used to sit under a strawberry tree over the hill and eat grapes. Yes, strawberry TREE as in a hard trunked type. I wonder how he ever became a doctor. It's a great relief to everyone that I'm not as crappy as him.
I remember very clearly when I first started using liquid body soap. I mean not the exact date and time but the scenario, all thanks to my *roll eyes* awesome Dad.Note: For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, read the following passage.
Back in the time when the sky was blue and the ocean was a few centimeters lower, we had this slippery bar-like thing that we called soap. It's solid and when put into contact with water for a long period of time, becomes a gooey disgusting thingey. It comes in all different colors and cavewomen back in those days used to spend endless hours trying to find the prettiest soap-holding box-like thingey for it.
Anyway, my Dad. Yes. Him.
When we first started using liquid soap, he was very smug bout it. He beamed as if he was the first person to have discovered that the earth is round or smoething huge like that. He came to us and couldn't help laughing at us and saying, 'Hah, look! City people like us, descedants of the (*calls himself some royal family's name, most probably the king of England*) family use liquid soap like this *holds up the bottle*. I don't know how you Neandertals use such bruttish bar soaps but we (*calls himself another royal family's name, most probably not the same as the first one he used*) only know how to use these high class liquid soaps*laughs to himself*.'
You might wonder how I remember all these things but actually I don't, I just remember he did something dumb like that and knowing him, it's not that hard to guess what he would've said.
He loves calling himself some kinda royalty and reminisce about the time he used to sit under a strawberry tree over the hill and eat grapes. Yes, strawberry TREE as in a hard trunked type. I wonder how he ever became a doctor. It's a great relief to everyone that I'm not as crappy as him.
Tell Me More, Tell Me More
You know you've got the exam virus when:
1) You try to screw on the bottle cap on a cup and wonder why it doesn't fit after 10 seconds of wrist-twist.
2) You decide to play minesweeper, switch on spider-solitaire and halfway through the game wonder why you haven't stumbled on a single mine.
3) You think it's time to update your Frenster photos so go downstairs to take your camera, bring it upstairs, wonder why you're holding a camera and return it back downstair and then realize what you've been doing after you're back upstairs.
4) You absent-mindedly add sugar into the cup of green tea you're making. FYI, green tea DOES NOT require sugar unless you're trying to get diabetes.
5) Hear the phone ringing and stare at the TV remote wondering what's going on.
6) Not study at all the whole day due to the fact that you know you're gonna suck at it, get extremely stressed and swear to yourself you're going to hell for all the bad deeds you've done, decide you want a bunny but you don't want your fish to die and then think cream puffs are beautiful, realize your train of thought is really messed up and forget you were supposed to study.
Happy Exams.
PS: I don't have any pets. Don't ask me bout the fish.
1) You try to screw on the bottle cap on a cup and wonder why it doesn't fit after 10 seconds of wrist-twist.
2) You decide to play minesweeper, switch on spider-solitaire and halfway through the game wonder why you haven't stumbled on a single mine.
3) You think it's time to update your Frenster photos so go downstairs to take your camera, bring it upstairs, wonder why you're holding a camera and return it back downstair and then realize what you've been doing after you're back upstairs.
4) You absent-mindedly add sugar into the cup of green tea you're making. FYI, green tea DOES NOT require sugar unless you're trying to get diabetes.
5) Hear the phone ringing and stare at the TV remote wondering what's going on.
6) Not study at all the whole day due to the fact that you know you're gonna suck at it, get extremely stressed and swear to yourself you're going to hell for all the bad deeds you've done, decide you want a bunny but you don't want your fish to die and then think cream puffs are beautiful, realize your train of thought is really messed up and forget you were supposed to study.
Happy Exams.
PS: I don't have any pets. Don't ask me bout the fish.
Tuesday, April 10
Crap Time!
After studying all day I think I'm warranted the luxury of crapping a tiny bit right?
Well, I've told you guys bout Azumanga Daioh, the epitome of funny lame jokes anime, before. In it a character said, ' Since I studied for so long today, it's OK for me to eat this cake right?' In case you're wondering, she's very weight conscious and takes of her clothes bras and specs when she goes on the scale.
This has got me thinking really long. Does it work? Is that why Stephen Hawking is so freaking thin?
Cause I mean the brain is basically just a fat ball of.... fat. Right? And using it needs energy right? So um... Maybe I'm on to something big here! Cause I mean all kinds of activity takes up energy. Studying is an activity. It takes up energy. Studying is done using the brain. Brain is fat. Body can't allow brain to be depleted. Fat from other parts is used to supplement and voila~ A whole new theory on who to lose weight!
I asked my dad bout it and he gave me 2 replies:
1) In theory it might lower the glucose level regionally. Nobody has ever cared bout doing a research on it.
2) Next time you decide to take up my time with something disguised as intelligent conversation, at least use something other than an ANIME as referance.
I feel so insulted! In case you didn't realize, animes and mangas are highly informative (I see no need to explain further on what info it provides).
Well, I've told you guys bout Azumanga Daioh, the epitome of funny lame jokes anime, before. In it a character said, ' Since I studied for so long today, it's OK for me to eat this cake right?' In case you're wondering, she's very weight conscious and takes of her clothes bras and specs when she goes on the scale.
This has got me thinking really long. Does it work? Is that why Stephen Hawking is so freaking thin?
Cause I mean the brain is basically just a fat ball of.... fat. Right? And using it needs energy right? So um... Maybe I'm on to something big here! Cause I mean all kinds of activity takes up energy. Studying is an activity. It takes up energy. Studying is done using the brain. Brain is fat. Body can't allow brain to be depleted. Fat from other parts is used to supplement and voila~ A whole new theory on who to lose weight!
I asked my dad bout it and he gave me 2 replies:
1) In theory it might lower the glucose level regionally. Nobody has ever cared bout doing a research on it.
2) Next time you decide to take up my time with something disguised as intelligent conversation, at least use something other than an ANIME as referance.
I feel so insulted! In case you didn't realize, animes and mangas are highly informative (I see no need to explain further on what info it provides).
Neko-mimi Mode-do ne~
YOSH!! So semangat right now! Time to change to EXAM MODE!!!
It's a bit rusty though cause it hasn't been used since... 19 years ago (=_=") There's always a first time right?
I go kinda wacko when I change modes though. Maybe it's all the nanobots in my body being released and everything else having to adapt to it. For example, today I actually sat at my desk for 20% of the day doing maths and mechanics. Seriously. I've never actually spent more than 10 minutes at my desk for no reason at all except secretly reading mangas while my mom is downstairs thinking I'm studying. I bet Slur is soooooo jealous of me right now cause she probably spent it doing something unproductive.
Unlike the great me who is 1 paper away from finishing Pure Maths P3 Internal. Again, I'm serious Slur. You better buy a Lamborghini if you plan on catching up V(^3^)V hehe. Gosh, I'm so full of myself.
Exam Mode: Activated!
It's a bit rusty though cause it hasn't been used since... 19 years ago (=_=") There's always a first time right?
I go kinda wacko when I change modes though. Maybe it's all the nanobots in my body being released and everything else having to adapt to it. For example, today I actually sat at my desk for 20% of the day doing maths and mechanics. Seriously. I've never actually spent more than 10 minutes at my desk for no reason at all except secretly reading mangas while my mom is downstairs thinking I'm studying. I bet Slur is soooooo jealous of me right now cause she probably spent it doing something unproductive.
Unlike the great me who is 1 paper away from finishing Pure Maths P3 Internal. Again, I'm serious Slur. You better buy a Lamborghini if you plan on catching up V(^3^)V hehe. Gosh, I'm so full of myself.
Exam Mode: Activated!
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