Friday, 06 November 2009

Sunday, 01 November 2009

Monday, 12 October 2009

Thursday, 01 October 2009

Saturday, 19 September 2009

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Thursday, 10 September 2009

  • Long day.

    image33964417.jpgOh gosh, today was far too long and I'm still exhausted. After sleeping for two hours, it made my total 5 again. Just like last year. At least my short term memory is getting better.

    I also think I'm improving with my speaking too. Public speaking, at least. My French has gotten clearer and easier to say when I slowed down.

Monday, 07 September 2009

Friday, 04 September 2009

  • 1343 Days..

    image1320831658.jpg1343. Apparently, it's been 1343 days since I've joined Xanga.

    Haha, since then.. obviously many things have happened. Good and bad, but perhaps more fortune than not.

    I'm afraid to look at my old posts, reading over my immaturity seem to be embarrassing to no end. Then again, two years from now, I imagine that this wouldn't change. Shows a lot. Perhaps too much, but definitely enough to say: Time does change people.

    The wonderful uncensored thoughts of the past has somehow buried itself inside of me, and yet, I can't say that it's bad. A long time ago, yea, a long time ago, before him, I remember how my thoughts used to be filled with abandonment. About how no one really cares, about loss of hope, about... other emo stuff that I was too sensitive to talk about to another person.

    Now? I dearly hope they are not. Sarcastic is reaching a limit, but I do like being sarcastic.

    When did I make this Xanga? Why did I make this Xanga? I can hardly remember. Something happened to the past entries, haha. Perhaps to escape a painful loss of friendship. Perhaps to move with the changing times, the changing self, and hell, the changing life.

    I just had Pikachu do my calculations for me. More than three years I have owned this Xanga. I don't have the exact numbers since he didn't do it. Okay, never mind. Three years, two hundred and forty-eight days. Haha, that's really long.

    I'm thinking of writing a visual novel. I already have a program for it on Linux... just need a good way to present my settings and whatnot without words and use as much dialogue as possible. Hah, impossible.. Well, I've been playing a lot of visual novel RPG's. I wouldn't call them that since you can move around quite a bit... just that the format of the things are like visual novel.

    I've been fairly busy these days... Lest there be a day when I shall sit down and analyze what has happened to me for the past two years... I shall be reading tonight.

Sunday, 23 August 2009

Sunday, 16 August 2009

Friday, 14 August 2009

  • My Take on Taboo

    I've had plenty of interesting thoughts lately. Yesterday, I finished reading this psychological manhwa about a relationship between a brother and his sister. Excellent novel, I must say. I can't say I was disturbed though, some of the readers thought it was disturbing.

    The premise of the novel is basically: To succumb to society or follow your heart. Set upon the question: If you had to choose between being loved by many and being loved by one, what would you choose?

    The battling issue was--Incest.

    The sister suffered from a brother complex to the point where she was afraid of everyone else and was incredibly attached to her brother. While he enjoyed such a relationship, after being exposed that his sister was in love with him, he started to detach himself from her. Even going as far as to getting a girlfriend and sleeping with her. His sister, hurt, becomes friends with another person. The next few chapters go on about their distancing apart and how the brother was actually jealous that she has found someone else to depend on. It is later found that many of those who she comes in contact with were hurt by him, such as the guy who was pushed down the stairs and the girl who was stabbed in the eye. Yes, disturbing? I found it strangely... ironic. That he would push her away when she wanted to be close to him, and yet, he would do all these things to be close to her again after doing such a thing. In the end, after they slept together, he went into confession. Despite that the words "Are you sick man? You're in love with your sister? Don't kid with me" sound like normal tunes to the ears of society, I found it strangely ignorant.

    They soon ran away, and then she died. The way that the brother perceived this event made me feel like the author was saying that incestous relationships never work. You can go all the way, but in the end, it'll end badly. Well, after all, it was a tragic manhwa. Beautiful plot, beautiful drawing.

    It's called Flowers of Evil, if anyone wants to read it or dares to read it.

    And that's my first issue:

    The one question that has never been given an absolute answer, mainly because either personal opinions or foolish anthropological (I suppose it still is reasonable to an extent) try to overshadow this lack of answer. What is wrong with incest?

    I, personally, have no problem with the issue. It's not as though I will go and engage in a romantic relationship with some of my family, simply because I've never thought of them that way. That is what one calls an individual's belief. However, when the entire society is in on it. You wonder how it starts. I'll tell you how it started. When one individual tells everyone why they think it's wrong to be in a relationship with your kin, and that eventually spreads to someone with power and believes so too. And then, we have a law.

    In Germany, apparently, there's a law that makes it illegal for two brothers and sisters/ or family members in general, to be together. While they say that there's a health consequence about being disabled, there's also a social consequences. That the two people and their children would be shunned from the society for creating such a forbidden relationship. I, for one, don't see anything wrong with this. Because, it's simply two people in love with each other. What a coincidence it is for them to share the same blood and parents.

    I'm not saying I support the relationship between that father and his daughter--the one where he locked his daughter in the restroom and fathered some kids with her. That's not consensual. I'm saying, if two people love each other enough to want to marry and have kids, why stop them?

    Unfortunately, if I was in the place of a friend who knows that two siblings are in love or something, I would tell them to think really hard on it before going through with anything. Because of today's stance on this taboo, the children will grow up being picked on, and thus future family problems. And of course, possible disabilities. There is even an anthropological theory saying that marriage is the act of bonding two men together, because one man gives up his sister to another, and thus, they become friends, binded with a commonality: the woman. Before I scream sexist, I would like to say that it's probably the same for women, giving up their brothers so they can be with their best friend or something. That theory was a basis as to why an incestous relationship isn't recommended or wanted. Ironic, huh?

    "Love is between a man and a woman (and/or man and man and/or woman and woman for those who support those)."

    And yet, they condemn them because of something they can't control.

    I don't know if this kind of openness is considered gullibility. Frankly, if there weren't social consequences, I wouldn't hesitate to say: "Go for it. Break a leg." Hypocrites we are to say that we accept all kinds of love yet scorn when family members share an expression of affection.

    So perhaps we're on the brink of overcoming this shunning of homosexuality... where are we going next?

    On second thought, I have suddenly rejected the theory of disabilities. Now that I think about it, it's like a natural selection thing. When the unhealthy ones die off, the healthy ones will reproduce and eventually, they'll be healthy. Well, ignore me on that one. I sound weird. But that's my thought. Anything I say up there regarding the health issue, consider it erased. I'm too lazy to go back and edit.

Thursday, 13 August 2009

  • Twinkle, twinkle star, won't you grant my lonely wish?

    I saw 5 meteors last night. That means I should get 5 wishes, right? Sure, it's a little greedy. But heck, what can I say? I'm a demanding person. I'll restrain myself if I ever see meteor showers again.

    It was beautiful. A shame it is that I've left early due to an inclination to annotate my book and other things. Laying there on the cool tiles lining the small pool, staring up at the sky, reflecting this earth. I've never felt more at home. The stars were brighter than ever, shimmering at a rather suspicious rate and color, and yet, they were all there. Besides the bright specks in the sky, I couldn't tell if I had actually seen it or imagined I saw it.

    No, not meteors. I've over that.

    This is something more beautiful.

    I've never really appreciate the true value of being able to lay down and look at the sky at night. The clouds seem to cloak the earth, leaving an open darker circle, revealing a larger ocean of stars. No, this isn't another one of my story excerpts. I truly am hoping that my tiredness hasn't gotten to me--after all, one should not always see traces of one's hand in the sky nor should everything appear to have a rainbow outline. It was like being inside of a snow globe. Fun, yet torturous because of the curiosity of what's outside that globe. A larger world? A better world? Nothing? Those people are blind to think that the earth is flat. It would be a shame to not be able to see the sky curving in around you.

    And yet, this peace never came easy. During the short hour that I was outside, gazing at any of the five that zipped past my view--as far as I know, I didn't miss much because of my full view. I've longed for a peace like that.

    To want to do nothing but exist. Exist for what? Why, for the moment that felt like you're the only person in the world experiencing such an emotion. I don't know how to describe it. Sure, I didn't get to see a lot of meteors zipping through the sky, but I didn't get bitten by mosquitoes either. I actually considered swimming in the middle of the night had it not been for the risk that my mom would come outside and yell the living daylights out of me.

    Well, anyway, back to the main subject. Hahaha, I made five wishes. The first one is fairly obvious. Maybe the second one is kind of obvious too. I'm not quite sure about the third and five one. I made those up on the spot because I was unprepared. The fourth one... ah, yes, I'm sure I'd want something like that.

    Despite my desire to share my wishes with everyone, I probably won't. Won't come true if you say it. =/

    I had this interesting thought about the Book of Revelations. Hell, if I didn't know better, I'd say this war is another excuse for a genocide. Pardon my ignorant, any one who is religious out there. That there is some kind of judgement to decide whether or not a person could go up to heaven or better yet, live with god, sounds a lot like "If you're the same race as this person, hell, go ahead, sit at the front of the bus."

    If not, then, hah, forget about it. Back to those concentration camps. Well, that is fairly offensive, I will apologize. But I won't erase what I've written, because I meant it. I don't consider it a grudge from an Aetheist, because I was interested in religion at one point in my life. There were just some sparks that led to my dislike. I'm sorry, I still don't understand why I need to be forgiven for who I am. Not trying to be ignorant. If you take the right steps, and be true to yourself, you'll get to the place you need to be. Sounds idealistic, but frankly, I've been living my life like that for a while now.

    Eh, it's enough. Before I get into some anti-religion rant. I'll come back with a little more addition to my research of the Revelations. I'll somehow enjoy reading it again for the hundredth time.