I'm screaming out in silence
I'm screaming to be heard
I'm daring to dream
To fly like a bird.
Please God
Let me succeed
Give me the courage
I don't have but I need.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Truth
The truth cannot set me free.
The truth only keeps me remembering what I long to forget.
It keeps my tears flowing like the cuts still fresh on my heart
and the scars remaining in my happiest memories.
I cannot change my past.
But you could have.
The truth only keeps me remembering what I long to forget.
It keeps my tears flowing like the cuts still fresh on my heart
and the scars remaining in my happiest memories.
I cannot change my past.
But you could have.
The Silent Sufferer.
It's on now.
You've got to show yourself, kid.
You've got to brave yourself and your fears.
Live through your tears.
Become who you never thought you could be.
Who they said you would never be.
Do what they said you could never do.
Do it for yourself.
Survive.
Even though you're dying inside.
The Silent Sufferer who smiles on the outside.
Forget the past, it can only hurt you.
Forget the ones who made you die.
Forget the ones who killed your dreams.
Murdered your ambitions.
Slaughtered twinkles in your eye.
Memories of tortures past. Horrors inside.
No one can see them. No one can ever see them.
And you can't survive them again.
Take them as the glue that shaped you.
But not the shape that forever binds you.
It's up to you. It's time to choose.
The path you'll take. The end you'll make.
Give in to the dreams that your beginning denied;
live forever free.
You've got to show yourself, kid.
You've got to brave yourself and your fears.
Live through your tears.
Become who you never thought you could be.
Who they said you would never be.
Do what they said you could never do.
Do it for yourself.
Survive.
Even though you're dying inside.
The Silent Sufferer who smiles on the outside.
Forget the past, it can only hurt you.
Forget the ones who made you die.
Forget the ones who killed your dreams.
Murdered your ambitions.
Slaughtered twinkles in your eye.
Memories of tortures past. Horrors inside.
No one can see them. No one can ever see them.
And you can't survive them again.
Take them as the glue that shaped you.
But not the shape that forever binds you.
It's up to you. It's time to choose.
The path you'll take. The end you'll make.
Give in to the dreams that your beginning denied;
live forever free.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
love in the movies.
I am increasingly aware that the perfect man does not exist.
Yes, I am perfectly aware that all humans, by default are not perfect, but I need to articulate my idea of perfect more clearly.
By perfect, I mean the type of perfect that most men in the movies or television are; they have flaws but these flaws are usually so miniscule that the good outweighs the bad and they are in a sense perfect.
They know just what to say. What to do. How to touch to make any girl swoon. They have the perfect combination of bad boy, sweetheart, and passion to be irresistable.
My generation, being the technology generation, has grown up in front of the television, movies, and internet. Is it really fair that our ideals of the perfect man are based off of something as fake as Pamela Anderson's breasts?
Take Edward from Twilight for example. Finally women around the world have found the perfect man...and then we discover he isn't a man at all, but a vampire who wants to suck your blood...or, from another perspective, such a perfect man/vampire isn't Edward at all, but just someone who knows how to read a script.
Or what about Noah from The Notebook. Kyle from Kyle XY. Nathan from One Tree Hill.
Where is the man that would rather cuddle than have sex? Where is the man who doesn't care who is watching when you're together? Where is the purely unselfish man who loves you unconditionally, no matter what? Where is the man who thinks you're beautiful make-up or not, night or morning after?
I understand the perfectness that goes into these Hollywood roles are exactly what gets so many viewers, and each perfect word uttered by the perfectly perfect, tanned, manly, muscular hearthrob of the minute has been carefully constructed by a room of people who write and script the show for a living...but it's not fair.
It's just not fair.
I hate cinema magic for making me crave something so perfect and magical that can never be.
Yes, I am perfectly aware that all humans, by default are not perfect, but I need to articulate my idea of perfect more clearly.
By perfect, I mean the type of perfect that most men in the movies or television are; they have flaws but these flaws are usually so miniscule that the good outweighs the bad and they are in a sense perfect.
They know just what to say. What to do. How to touch to make any girl swoon. They have the perfect combination of bad boy, sweetheart, and passion to be irresistable.
My generation, being the technology generation, has grown up in front of the television, movies, and internet. Is it really fair that our ideals of the perfect man are based off of something as fake as Pamela Anderson's breasts?
Take Edward from Twilight for example. Finally women around the world have found the perfect man...and then we discover he isn't a man at all, but a vampire who wants to suck your blood...or, from another perspective, such a perfect man/vampire isn't Edward at all, but just someone who knows how to read a script.
Or what about Noah from The Notebook. Kyle from Kyle XY. Nathan from One Tree Hill.
Where is the man that would rather cuddle than have sex? Where is the man who doesn't care who is watching when you're together? Where is the purely unselfish man who loves you unconditionally, no matter what? Where is the man who thinks you're beautiful make-up or not, night or morning after?
I understand the perfectness that goes into these Hollywood roles are exactly what gets so many viewers, and each perfect word uttered by the perfectly perfect, tanned, manly, muscular hearthrob of the minute has been carefully constructed by a room of people who write and script the show for a living...but it's not fair.
It's just not fair.
I hate cinema magic for making me crave something so perfect and magical that can never be.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Fire?...you're dead.
Did anyone ever stop and look around at the tools available to us on a daily basis, in case one is stuck in a building during a fire?
I did this the other day at school and I found that on every floor there were multiple fire extinguishers behind glass, multiple hoses behind glass, and even a fire axe behind glass like the one pictured above.
I seemed to be the only person to find this rather extraordinarily comical.
I am suggesting at this point, that if you find that you are somehow trapped in a burning building with such fire fighting tools as these behind glass, you should probably just capitulate to death.
All odds are against you. Think about it, not only do you have a fire to get away from in this case, but the only tools you have to assist you are behind glass. Glass that has to be broken somehow, to get the tool out that you need to escape and survive.
I seemed to be the only person to find this rather extraordinarily comical.
I am suggesting at this point, that if you find that you are somehow trapped in a burning building with such fire fighting tools as these behind glass, you should probably just capitulate to death.
All odds are against you. Think about it, not only do you have a fire to get away from in this case, but the only tools you have to assist you are behind glass. Glass that has to be broken somehow, to get the tool out that you need to escape and survive.
Those of you that are math majors probably realize now that the chances of you getting out of the fire are, we will say 50% likely. You are also 50% likely to slit your fucking wrists open accidentally while breaking through the glass, to get the tools to escape the fire.
In a fire, it is unlikely that a person will have the time or wits to meander through halls looking for a tool to open or pry this glass case open. Most likely, as adrenaline would have it, you're gonna Chuck Norris punch that shit open to save your life.
Perhaps we could keep the extinguisher being a sliding non-metal or glass door. In which you slide open during fire and take these tools out.
I understand that it is necessary to keep tools like this behind glass, to keep the crazies away from them...especially the axe.
But if someone is fucking crazy enough to want an axe that isn't theirs when there is no fire, chances are they are willing to break through the death glass anyways.
In a fire, it is unlikely that a person will have the time or wits to meander through halls looking for a tool to open or pry this glass case open. Most likely, as adrenaline would have it, you're gonna Chuck Norris punch that shit open to save your life.
Perhaps we could keep the extinguisher being a sliding non-metal or glass door. In which you slide open during fire and take these tools out.
I understand that it is necessary to keep tools like this behind glass, to keep the crazies away from them...especially the axe.
But if someone is fucking crazy enough to want an axe that isn't theirs when there is no fire, chances are they are willing to break through the death glass anyways.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
uh oh.
So I wouldn't classify how I am feeling as sick, per se, but yesterday I did sleep for a total of over 12 hours. Mind you, this was 12 neccessary hours that I needed to work on essay and such homework that the percrastinator in me insists on putting off.
However I was feeling so darned tired I laid down. And once I did this, I realized that my head was pounding too hard to actually sleep. However, once I laid down for an hour I forced myself into a sleep coma, that did not end until this morning.
I had better not be getting sick or I'm going to kick the ass of every customer that comes in the door to Best Buy, whether or not they are guilty of getting me possibly sick.
In other news I did make an exceptional salad for dinner last night. It has only about 360-400 calories (depending on how much extras you put in) and it is definitely a very manly salad. Ryan loved it and he usually hates salads.
Here is the recipe (it makes 1, so double if you're making it a date meal):
However I was feeling so darned tired I laid down. And once I did this, I realized that my head was pounding too hard to actually sleep. However, once I laid down for an hour I forced myself into a sleep coma, that did not end until this morning.
I had better not be getting sick or I'm going to kick the ass of every customer that comes in the door to Best Buy, whether or not they are guilty of getting me possibly sick.
In other news I did make an exceptional salad for dinner last night. It has only about 360-400 calories (depending on how much extras you put in) and it is definitely a very manly salad. Ryan loved it and he usually hates salads.
Here is the recipe (it makes 1, so double if you're making it a date meal):
- 1 green bel pepper (chopped up to whatever size you want)
- 2 1/2 cups spinach or salad greens
- some chicken pieces (I got one of those premade ones at Ralphs because I'm lazy)
- Cilantro (I picked off however much I wanted)
- Roma tomato (1 chopped up)
- chiles (optional...to give it some spice)
- Avocado slices (1/2 per salad)
- 1/4 cup of drained black beans (uncooked)
- For dressing, per salad pour 1 teaspoon olive oil, and 1 tablespoon lime juice
It was seriously amazing and filling! So you should try it. And I am pretty sure that it tastes even better if it is eaten out of super cute bowls, preferably pink, sparkly, or polka dotted. These said dining dishes also increase manliness and chesthair.
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