Last one of the day

This is my last post for today, and I just want to clear up a few things before the day comes to an end.
NO, you do not look fat in that.
You do not need to thank me because I do what I should
Peer pressure suckes [an "e" for a friend]
We DO care about you
No, we DON'T make fun of you
I appreciate your differences
Live life as you want to
Murder suckes
Peace should reign free
War is something the world could do without
If you're sad, think about how much worse someone else has it, then try to help them
AND PLEASE REMEMBER
LOVE YOUR FELLOW HUMAN BEINGS <3

Until tomorrow,
jm

Daily quote 1

I forgot to mention in the previous post that I'm going to be posting a daily wisdom quote...

Thought for Thu, 03 Jul 2008
By means of meditation we can teach our minds to be calm and balanced; within this calmness is a richness and a potential, an inner knowledge which can render our lives boundlessly satisfying and meaningful. While the mind may be what traps us in unhealthy patterns of stress and imbalance, it is also the mind which can free us. Through meditation, we can tap the healing qualities of mind.
- Tarthang Tulku...

Apology

So sorry faithful readers... for I am unable to post my poetry tonight, my poetic inspiration is currently running low. I would greatly appreciate it if you could write some good ideas or themes for poems in a comment on this article. Now for some of my favourite lines from songs on the Alesana album "On Frail Wings of Vanity and Wax"

Black engulfs the dying light as he falls on frail wings of vanity and wax

In my perfection I have no want yet eyes still glint with greed untold, a folly as fatal as sin has now become the end of me

In dreams I've seen her silhouette dance across golden light and autumn...in my dreams...

I would not close the casket; I'm so consumed by your pain

Why would you leave me to die after you had buried the dagger hilt deep?

Dearest love, I hope this message finds you well, as these endless thoughts drip from my soul, every single word secretly paints a fairytale

In my mind blood drips from your eyes, a beautiful last goodbye

Emptiness has darkened my eyes as I hopelessly beg for my life to end

I can't see why you'd run and hide excluding such complacence as tears rain from bloodshot eyes

My envy can't describe how I loathe you for having all the stars, leaving my eyes to marvel at the sky knowing it should be mine

A thousand sails approaching, sent here in her name to reclaim the one I stole and destroy the walls of Troy

Sorry again, and I hope to make it up to you readers out there at some point... it's been too long since my last poetry post.

Goodbye for now,
jm

*Gasp*

Multi-tasking is something that we often overlook. Stop whatever you're doing right now and just think, what were you doing a few seconds ago? Probably on the computer, music, talking with friends, maybe tv, maybe something else. Just imagine how powerful our brains [which are the size of our two fists put together] is to accomplish all of this at once.

Right now I'm blogging, listening to music, talking with 5 people on msn, looking at facebook, talking with parents, and watching tv... definetly stretching the abilities of my multi-tasking. It's feasible to most, but to others, it's about as possible as reviving the titanic single-handed.

And I'm planning to have a long poetry blog for tonight... might be one of my longest poems yet.

Until tonight
jm

Smoothie=yummers

I just made myself a homemade smoothie:
2 cups of mixed fruit
1 cup of cranberry juice
1/8 cup of orange juice
1 cup of milk
1 cup of vanilla yogurt

And I have decided that homemade can beat store-bought any day. It taste infinitly superior, as well as coming with the satisfaction that YOU were the one who made it, dramaticaly improving the pleasure from the drink/food/anything.

I, personally, can bake, do simple cooking, and enjoy making beverages both of alcoholic and non-alcoholic content. I enjoy the content that I experience when something comes out of the oven/blender/fridge which tastes and looks as good as perfection.

Taking joy in such simple things is good for the soul, I believe, for it allows us to find the potential joy in so many day to day activities that we all too often take for granted. Take time of your busy schedule, readers, and think about how happy some of these things that we do can make you. Do it, and I'm sure you'll rejoice.

And for my blogging, I much enjoy listening to metal music, or anything of a similar genre. I feel it allows my brain to think clearly. Next time you have a mental block, try using some good music to get rid of it, and keep the music playing while you write. It truly does work, you have my word as a blogger, and as a "refined" citizen [joke].

jm

Interesting experience...

Well, today my friends, my friends friends, and I were hanging out and something.... interesting happened. We went over to one of their houses, and they had a pool. One of them got pushed in the pool, so he was soaked. Then someone threw his necklace in the bottom of the pool, so he borrowed the wet guy's shorts to jump in and get the necklace, then he got it, got out of the pool and took the wet guys shoes, shirt and celll phone, which he then ran away with. In the end, the guy spent about an hour running around in the street looking for his clothes, wearing nothing more than a pair of completly wet boxers... it was pretty funny, but it would suck to be him.

Anyways, I've always found it weird how one person's suffering can be so funny to others, when if they were the ones suffering, they would be mad at the others for laughing or getting enjoyment out of it. I guess we all like the feeling that we are somehow better than others, even though we aren't. We just like that fleeting moment where we can make fun of someone, and it makes us feel better. It sort of shows just how low a person is willing to go to make themselves feel superior. Sad stuff, it truly is.

Well, it was never a surprise that human are social cockroaches. We do stuff that animals would never think of even doing. Humans are just... awful, buy hey, we are people, so we may as well try to change our habits and say we tried to make a difference. Be nicer people, save yourself. And I don't mean that in a religious way at all.

jm

Waking up, it seems, is no meager accomplishment

Hello again, well, it turns out that I just woke up... so my mind is not exactly working at an optimal level. But right now, I want to talk to you about waking up.

Many people relish the opportunity to just wake up, and sit/lie in bed, enjoying the comforting warmth emenating from their bed. Other just can't wait to get up and move on to the next task or activity. I feel that people should learn to just sit there and be happy, no so pressured to move onto the next task. I, myself, sleep for a while then wake up, and stay in bed for about 2hrs after I have woken up. Now, that may just be me, but I feel that is the way to get the most out of your day, by relaxing as long as you can in the morning.

Anyways, I wake up, stay in bed for a few hours, then proceed downstairs for breakfast [or lunch, like today when I woke up at about 12:00pm] and eat for a bit. I then work my way back upstairs to get my laptop, which I bring downstairs onto the couch so I can blog, facebook, msn, whatever seems to be the most necessary at the time.

Facebook. I bet you got a flood of thoughts when you read that word. [Ouch, don't you hate that past-tense read {I have read something} and the present-tense read {I'm going to read this book} are spelt exactly the same? It's extremely irratating for me to read {<-- again!} something and to suddenly question their grammar. It irks me when incorrect grammar is used regularly, {small mistakes are fine once in a while} and so that combination of read/read has plagued me since I began reading... many years ago. Now to get back on track] Well, facebook is something that most of my readers probably think about and work on everyday, possibly multiple times a day, or like me, who has it open constantly in a seperate tab on my internet explorer. It is a social networking place that consumes you, and pulls you into a vortex of which there is no return, ever.

Msn, or "instant messaging" is a type of chat most people use [by people I reference kids and teenagers] to talk with eachother without running up phonebills. A chat with instantly delivered messages almost eliminates the use of the phone in my generation.

I'm listening to a song right now on the radio [magic 100.3, not that I like the station, but my parents left home 3hrs ago, and left it on, and I'm blogging, and when I get going, I don't like to stop] and it's kind of whiny, with the male singer a bit nasaly, and it's annoying the heck out of me, because I'm not really all for the happy/life rocks socks lyrics. They can be a nice change of pace from time to time, and anyways, the song is a ballad, and ballads aren't really my thing [with the exception of the third temptation of paris] because my musical tastes lie around metal, death metal, deathcore, screamo and those sorta genres. But to get back on track, the song isn't all that great, but that singer probably has legions of adoring fans... oh well, people's interests can vary widly I guess. I just wish people didn't shoot down so many genres/artists/songs before giving them a chance.

This is really starting to be a rant, isn't it? Ah well, I'm just the sort of person to look at things and see multiple views on the same topic/object. And so that's why I like to rant, it becomes alot of fun, just to write down your opinions and your thoughts, so that other people can read them and give thought about them.

Well, I must depart, for what mind can produce work at such a rate without proper rest, and rejuvination? None, that is how many. So zai jian, aurevoir, chiao and farewell until later today.

jm

Well, you know....

Well, this is a short post, just a couple quick poems I had written, but they're kinda depressing, that's why they aren't already posted. But even though they are depressing, I still really like these ones.

Pain
People surround us,
living in pain.
With nothing to lose,
and nothing to gain.

Tomorrow
I sit here, in pain,
in sorrow,
as I wait,
for tomorrow.
I cry to myself,
about what shall await,
for what can there be,
but anger and hate?

End
I despair,
in fear,
for now,
the end is near.
Creeping up,
to kill us all,
we all shall die,
big and small.
We'll break,
we'll bleed,
lose blood,
we don't need.
The devil's head,
raised high,
laughs at souls
who will die.

And then it hit you

As the title references, this is about something that comes along and, BAM, hit's you right where it hurts. Yes, ladies and gentlemen [never got that expression, men aren't exactly gentle], I am talking about boredom. Boredom is that feeling you get when you have nothing to do, haven't done anything recently, and have nothing to look forward to doing. It's a gaping hole in your mind, that suckes [that "e" is for my friend] all interesting thoughts into it, to be lost in that massive chasm of darkness, like in that wonderful emo song, my life is a dark abyss, spiralling downwards, etc, etc.

Anyways, boredom is something that many of you, if not all of you, have encountered over the summer, or are possibly experiencing it as you read. Music helps to alleviate it, but only temporarily, as does facebook, or msn. My personal boredom buster is my blog, but other people have different outlets to reduce boredom, such as reading, friends [another one of my favourites], going to see a movie, exercise, and many, many more.

But did you know that humans and the only living beings on our wonderful planet earth that can experience boredom? Monkeys, insects, fish, dolphins, elephants, anything you can name does not feel the crushing pain of boredom, with the exception of us, humans. I personally think that it is because humans have the constant need to be doing something, we have lost our natural ability to just sit and be, to wait, or to do nothing, and to relish the moments of freedom we have in our over-crowded schedules. We constantly bustle from one activity to the next, never resting, always slowing down with fatigue hacking away at us like a lumberjack chopping away at a particularly difficult tree. That's why I take time off of my daily schedule to meditate, and to clear my mind.

And, although this may seem a bit off-topic, I just realized that I hit my spacebar on my laptop exeedingly hard, although it is quite unnecessary.

Well, to get back on track, I think that animals don't feel boredom because they don't have a need to be doing something. They are programmed to do something when it is actually needed to be done, no sooner, no later, and they can just sit and wait for something to happen. They won't think about how to react to the new situation before it happens, but only when it does. That is why I think that humans are so busy, our superior intellect is truly our downfall.

But now, I must leave, for at 2:15 am, my ability to blog is already commencing to deteriorate. I'm sure that if someone edited this blog post, they would find a multitude of spelling, punctuation, and grammatical errors.

Chiao for now,
jm

A colour of life, and the soul

I think that colours represent alot about a person's personality, and are extremely important to us, so I decided to make a quick haiku about a few of them.

Blue
Like the sky above
And the sea surrounding us
Envealoping calm

Red
The fire and the
Passion of the soul are bared
In love, anger, lust

Green
Leaves slowly open
To reveal their vibrant hue
A glowing emerald

Yellow
Awakening the
Senses, rejuvenating
A bright light that lifts

Orange
A warmth, consuming
The darkness, leaving behind
Only purity

Black
So dark, it covers
And allows the the truth to seep
Out into the light

White
An innocence, so
Young, so revealing, just like
The divine angel

Pink
Love displays itself
A manifestation of
Our true desire

Purple
Of bruises, of near
Darkness, but of childlike
Innocence and thought

Ahhh, another late night

So here I am, just lying here in bed, with my laptop on my lap, and my lower back supported by a mini-mountain of pillows. I've had the same cd looped on my Windows Media Player for the last... 3 hours or so? Anyways, I've come to realize that I need to continue updating my blog, for what use is a blog without regular check ups and posts? Not much, I can tell you that with certainty.

I was talking with alot of people today, and it crossed my mind that most people you know can be categorized into groups of common mindframe, personality or other traits. Not that I want to assimilate those groups into by-products of conformity, but it is something interesting to try out for the fun of it... if boredom ever sinks into such penetrating levels.

Talking with Teemers, I realized that she has slightly altered my perspective on life, if not, at least a few situations. I now read "contraptions" as "contraceptions", I do not think of celery in the same way as before, playing mind games with people is about as fun as life can get, and many more. Tyvm Teemers for many an... interesting conversation.

And with all the crazy weather recently, combined with my constant biking around the neighbourhood with my friends, it was only a matter of time before the question of exactly why the weather was so wacky here in ottawa arose. It may have something to do with the fact that we get the lesser extremities of the air off of the great lakes, as well as being the fact that most of ottawa and the surrounding region is in a valley. But really, 35 degree weather, with crazy humidity, I must add, and then going down to 25 degrees with humidity and pouring rain, then the next morning with amazing fog as thick as a chinese opera singer's makeup. I cannot explain it, although I'm sure that someone out there has the answer, it just hasn't happend to reach me yet.

Have you ever noticed just how fast your fingers start moving when you get really into typing? As I was typing the above articles, it struck me that my finger we're flying across the keyboard at a good 75 or more wpm [words per minute]. I'm sure that if any of you reading this were to start typing a good essay/poem/writing assignment, you would find that your fingers were seemingly taking a life of their own on your keyboard. Try it, it may have some interesting results.

Your bedroom's wall colour can describe alot about you. The shade that you wake up to each morning, fall asleep to every night, and see multiple times each day, is something very personal and unique. It must be chosen with the utmost precision so that you can feel comfortable with your main living environment. Well, mine is bright yellow, and I'm getting quite tired of it... a bit too happy/in your face for me, it's the colour of those dandelions, the wonderful bit of biological engineering they are, with leaves that cover the ground around them so no other plant can take over their space, to the unique shape of the blossom that makes it so attractive to pollinating insect, all the way to the wonderful way they spread their seeds. Oops, went a little off-topic... so I want my room colour changed and I don't know what to. And please remember, in Canada, it's colour, not color.

Another succesful post of nothing more than random rants and observations of the environment around me.

I bid thee adieu
jm