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

bands

Here are some bands that are worth listening to if you like metal:
Job for a cowboy
Lamb of god
Children of bodom
Cannibal Corpse
Arch enemy
Alesana
Roadrunner united
Deicide
Mushroomhead (newer stuff)
Slipknot
Death
Sepultura
At the gates
Chimaira
Grave
Misery Index
Amon Amarth
Dimmu Borgir
Hypocrisy
Nile
As I lay dying
Bring me the horizon
As blood runs black
Machine head
Malevolent Creation
Devildriver
Killswitch engage
Norther
Dying Fetus
Morbid Angel
Broken hope
Blood stain child
Callenish circle
Dark lunacy
Enforsaken
Excurses
In thy dreams
Mors princium est
Nearera
Serberus
The absence
Vespers descent
Insomnium
Morbid saint
Cancer bats
Macabre
Trivium
Slayer
Autopsy
Obituary
In flames
Underoath
Damageplan
Black dahlia murder
Gojira
Bullet for my valentine
Carnifex
Despised icon
Impending doom
War from a harlots mouth
Suicide silence
White chapel
My bitter end
We are the end
Catamenia
Samael
Katalepsy
Mortician
Cephalotripsy
Bathory
Cliteater
Angel corpse
Waking the cadaver
Last days of humanity
Bloodbath
Gorelord
The absence
Rotten sound
Torture killer
Atheist
Six feet under
Ten masked men
Disturbed
Tvangeste

KSO

Wow, I must sound like a loser, but these korean soap opera's from Madtv are the best thing ever. WATCH THEM PLZ!!!


Episode One;http://youtube.com/watch?v=CMvk0KqS8aQ
Episode Two;http://youtube.com/watch?v=BzoG0cLaWi8
Episode Three;http://youtube.com/watch?v=BzoG0cLaWi8
Episode Four;http://youtube.com/watch?v=2_mF1c91RGQ

From school :P

Yeah, this one is coming to you directly from school.
We have a work assignment, and being the procrastinator I am, I'm blogging.
I'm sooo bored that most of this is probably going to be blabbing with no apparent subject.
So right now, I've got a substitute teacher, Ms. Johnston, sorta nice lady, a bit strict at times, but overall, she's pretty good. I've got Jacob to my left, Becca to my right, Brendan to the front, Renee and Candace behind me, Brianna to the diagonal back left, no one to the diagonal back right, Pascal to the diagonal front left, and Brody to the diagonal front right.
The keyboard is black, as is the mouse, and the computer. The moniter is white... actually, kinda off-white. My friends are complaining about Kristen sitting at a spot she's not supposed to.
I look out the window and see the Special ED kids biking and playing around on the pavement... I feel bad for their lack of proper brain/muscular development. Pascal is talking with Brendan about some of the functions on the computer, as is Brody. Becca is bored out of her mind, and I think I can speak for everyone when I say the feeling's mutual. Now some grade 7's are playing basketball outside. And Becca just hurt herself, elbow on table.
Not a single person I can see atm is actually doing their work, so I'm not alone here.
Did you know that John Hamilton Gray from P.E.I. is scottish; from Glasgow.
Everyone is talking, and I'm guessing the first person to read this will be F.G. (you know who you are, those are your initials)
The teacher is right behind me....
She's gone, and my eyelash is twitching, it's done.
G2g, work or something should be done soon, and I think the teacher is catching on to me..... *shifty eyes*

sooo sad

this may be in mandarin, and I only understand a couple words or so, but it's sooo sad anyway

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cg0wruwlglE

Poems

Yeah, so this is just a bunch of random poems I composed over the last week or so

Sun
A watchful eye high
In the clouds, observing us
Waiting eternal

Her
A drip, a drop,
a patter, a splash,
the rain drives down
with a thundering crash.
Roaring up,
to fill my ears,
running down my
face like tears.
Drowing out the
churchbell toll,
her death, it hurts,
runs through my soul.
Standing up,
to leave her grave,
her life, it's gone,
to late to save.
I'm all alone,
left in the dark.
I walk away, and leave my mark.
A bouquet of flowers,
their petals soaked,
I part at last,
my sadness, uncloaked.

Sky
Just look at the sky,
so true,
so blue,
what a beautiful hue,
But you cannot do,
only see.

Why?
Death, it stalks,
fills me with sorrow,
for I may not live,
to see the 'morrow.

Sleep
The words,
enchanting,
slow,
deep.
I start to
sigh,
lay,
sleep.

You
As I look upon
your enchanting face,
I lose myself.
Lost in the vibrant hue
of your eyes, glistening,
shining out like beacons.
Your hair is gold and brown,
it shimmers
like silken strands of coffee
caught in the light
of a caribbean sunset.
Your body,
it is without equal,
for such beauty,
extravagant beauty,
is as rare as
your smile, lighting up
a room, heating the soul
to a point of frenzy.
You are my life,
my one reason.
For without you,
what is there left?

Twloha
To write love on her arms,
to show that you're there,
to show that you care,
to protect her from pains and from harms.
(Twloha is an non-profit organization that works toward building self-injury clinics, and to raise awareness about suicide)

Love
A colourful hue
A sunset of pink, gold, red
to make bare, the soul