Though the hearts of men are filled with venom most times of the year, there will be a few days, or moments where the heart is sincere.
Its odd. You does not even have to know what time of year it is when you wake up, even after a long and tiring day. You just know its Christmas, and there is always an odd feeling that comes with this day. There is a combination of many mixed feelings, a fuzzy kind of warmth feeling that rarely comes to one at any kind of day of the year when you open your eyes to greet the morning sun and not be greeted by it instead. And if the feeling doesn't come, you can still tell its Christmas by waking up to the sounds of numerous sms being received so early in the morning that even the owls are asleep. And what is odd about it is you actually like to be woken by the sounds of the annoying repeating tone you set as an sms. It becomes a delight to one to receive an sms at 3 am in the morning that even the sensible do not put it to silent mode or switch it off. It could happen at any other time of year, but it always happens on the same date every year. The joy of waking up so early.
Waking up, you just feel like smiling all the time. Even greeting the wall with a smile to appreciate that it is there to protect you from such menace like the weather, which you also smile at because the weather has been relatively good to you so far that you are still alive. Still having that feeling of loving everything within reach of men or not, you go out on a bicycle to deliver some late Christmas presents, smiling at every man, beast or plant that comes into view. And you feel that they are smiling back, whether true or not doesn't bother you. Delivering the late presents, your heart if filled with joy as you see the wide grin on the faces of those people accepting the gifts. The grin on your face widens as they give you their presents, big or small. Even as you cycle back home uphill on a bike so rusty and broken after years in the rain and many times the bike experienced torture by the owner, it managed to take you back home, all sweaty but your heart filled with joy to the brim.
After wishing the world Merry Christmas using the normal means of communication this generation has to offer, you had to celebrate a Christmas lunch with family friends. On a normal day, you think of drunk uncles with either red wine or whiskey in hand and ankle bitters so numerous that stacking them up, though small, would be the size of a four storey house. But this special day, you see jolly men with rosy cheeks dancing to no music and small angelic kids who brings joy to those they play with. Carving a 6 kg turkey, you sit down and just talk about your year, though repeated numerous times to many, it did not seem boring today. You ended up playing babysitter(God know how) to the little 'angels' in the still standing house, and the moment you enter the room full of children, shouts erupted from left and right, not to mention teddy bears and stuffed dogs flying to your direction. Thinking that the only way to survive them would be to join them, you start playing with them. BIG MISTAKE. You find yourself being torn apart by 2 kids on one side, and 2 on the other. By the time they let go, they started jumping all over you, demanding piggy backs while making a few fly around like superman. One of those little 'angel' some how managed to drag you into another room, sat you down, and started to play teacher and student. You learned that day what a mangostein looks like, not to mention the 'ugly' dinosaurs are extinct and pikachu is the 'teacher's' favorite pokemon. Dragged back into the room full of children, they sat down quietly as they watched the lamest clips on YouTube. The little 'angel' of a 'teacher' dragged you away and started playing husband and wife with kids so soft and furry. You try to escape by going back downstairs to bond with now the red cheeked so-called responsible adults(all were going to drive back), but the 'angel' followed anyway. And for a 5 year old, she could already pose in front the camera with her 'husband'. You finally escaped the house, escaping your 'wife' who you left with a frown on her face. Thankfully your dad could still drive back safely, as your mum could not walk in a straight line after all those glasses.
All in all, the day you feel was enjoyable seeing you spent it differently, able to bring some sort of joy to the people around you, and though there were many '..' today, you thought it was a day well spent. Especially the smiles of the younger ones as they used you as a punching bag, it oddly fills you inside. Apparently it is true, that happiness comes when you make others happy, that Christmas is about giving something, whether something of material or time and attention. Or to the first giving on Christmas day, the gift of the Son to humanity, the beginning of the journey where sin of men would be erased.
HOPE THAT A GREAT AND MEMORABLE CHRISTMAS WAS SPENT FOR ALL IN THEIR OWN SPECIAL WAY
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
Plain Random
Life philosophies comes to mind during the oddest moments.
Directed into a room by a woman behind a mask, i looked around to see instruments that had been used on many others like me. Sitting down, the woman tied a piece of string around my neck, attached to it some kind of absorbent. Pictures on the wall drawn by children, stick figures holding hands with a dog beside them. Pictures of peoples with false smiles, next to each other supposedly one big happy family. Then at another corner, pictures of the sick, pictures of the diseased. Why would one put these pictures up? It seemed to be more suitable not to be shown to others, more for an individual who understands the importance of the pictures. Then, my seat lowered itself.
Staring up into a light, i heard voices in the next room. Laughter erupted, the sounds of the old exchanging comments in a language that seemed so familiar. Behind me, another masked woman joined the other, looking at me behind their masks, they started to giggle and whisper in a language that was foreign to me. I just sat there and waited, and waited, and waited...
i opened my eyes to see another woman with dangerous looking instruments in hand. Seconds later, 4 of the instruments entered my mouth. Avoiding the woman's eyes, i changed the view from there to the celling. And the question just came so suddenly, what am i going to with my life when we don't know the one answer to the meaning of life. Sitting there with sounds the instruments made ringing in my ear, i racked my brain for an answer. But try as i might, none came. I guess one reason is that i had things in my mouth. Another reason i guess would be these answer just come as unexpectedly as the questions itself. And the more we think about the question, the further we are from getting an answer. Although, again that may be wrong and the answer may only be found after years and years of research and funding with most probably lead to no where and waste valuable time and what not. So i think i will just sit and wait for a sign that will show what i need to do and from there just work on it. And by the way, sitting down and wait isn't a bad thing, you can use that time to venture into other areas of life.
As i finished thinking of all that, the woman was done with what she was doing. As the chair rose, i stared at the light, and just cleared my mind on that thought. Odd how a simple trip to the dentist can bring questions on life, i wonder why....
Directed into a room by a woman behind a mask, i looked around to see instruments that had been used on many others like me. Sitting down, the woman tied a piece of string around my neck, attached to it some kind of absorbent. Pictures on the wall drawn by children, stick figures holding hands with a dog beside them. Pictures of peoples with false smiles, next to each other supposedly one big happy family. Then at another corner, pictures of the sick, pictures of the diseased. Why would one put these pictures up? It seemed to be more suitable not to be shown to others, more for an individual who understands the importance of the pictures. Then, my seat lowered itself.
Staring up into a light, i heard voices in the next room. Laughter erupted, the sounds of the old exchanging comments in a language that seemed so familiar. Behind me, another masked woman joined the other, looking at me behind their masks, they started to giggle and whisper in a language that was foreign to me. I just sat there and waited, and waited, and waited...
i opened my eyes to see another woman with dangerous looking instruments in hand. Seconds later, 4 of the instruments entered my mouth. Avoiding the woman's eyes, i changed the view from there to the celling. And the question just came so suddenly, what am i going to with my life when we don't know the one answer to the meaning of life. Sitting there with sounds the instruments made ringing in my ear, i racked my brain for an answer. But try as i might, none came. I guess one reason is that i had things in my mouth. Another reason i guess would be these answer just come as unexpectedly as the questions itself. And the more we think about the question, the further we are from getting an answer. Although, again that may be wrong and the answer may only be found after years and years of research and funding with most probably lead to no where and waste valuable time and what not. So i think i will just sit and wait for a sign that will show what i need to do and from there just work on it. And by the way, sitting down and wait isn't a bad thing, you can use that time to venture into other areas of life.
As i finished thinking of all that, the woman was done with what she was doing. As the chair rose, i stared at the light, and just cleared my mind on that thought. Odd how a simple trip to the dentist can bring questions on life, i wonder why....
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Greed's Tentacles
Greed of men will lead to the downfall of others, and the end will see to his demise.
Tear rolls down the cheeks of a cub. Its mother hid it behind a bush when it heard footsteps. The memory so fresh in the mind of the cub, just minutes ago its mother got hunted down by poachers. The footsteps grew louder, then silence. With its ears pulled back, the bear waited for any signs of the poachers. The cub's eyes grew larger, then filled with tears as a second later a shot was fired from the rifle of the poacher, a Remington Model 7400, and the bullet just embedded itself into the skull of the bear. As it laid motionless, the cub could only watch as it's mother was dragged into the poachers jeep. The cub approached where it's mother once laid dead, now just a pool of blood. As it sat in the pool of blood, its fur changed a crimson red, it was only able to cry, with tear falling into the pool of what was left of its mother.
Greed. The desire to possess more than what we already have. And to many, not only the desire, but an action taken to possess what we constantly want. We covet what others have, the desire that is greed takes place, and the action which destroys finishes a life, man or beast. No one is spared from its hands, greed feeds its hunger with man's suffering, and recovers from thirst from the life of a beast. And greed is not easily destroyed. So tough to overcome by a resilient soul, so easily and quickly it finds another host, its parasitic tentacles wrapped so tightly around the neck of the host, slowly killing it.
Greed breads hatred. Hatred breads death. Greed is death.
The poor envy the rich and desires their life, the rich desires the life of the poor, the middle class desires what both rich and poor possess. See how no one is free from greed, though no action is taken to possess, the mere thought is enough to cause the downfall of many. We can not always see the weak as a victim of greed from the rich for the poor and the weak desire what others who are poor and weak possess. Such behavior comes from the young not only because of parents or the environment, but because we are born into a world with no escape, our brain is already programmed so that we fall and are influenced by such things, such sin.
Years passed and the cub grew, it started its own family. It returned to the spot where its mother was shot in the head, the pool of blood now replaced with a small ecosystem, plants and bugs living together in that area, though small, became such an importance to those living there. Greed can only evolve, not be eliminated.
Greed breads hatred, but those who overcome greed changes it to charity and charity becomes love.
Those who loves greed outnumber those who love charity. And greed is easier, as is destruction to charity as to building trust. Although i hardly believe now that greed is less powerful than charity, i do believe that once charity changes to love, even if greed changes to hatred and even death, love will be stronger than death. Humanity though, is weak, and the will for it to change greed to charity to even start with is weak. Try as we might, majority will chose greed over charity. We can only hope and persevere that those strong enough would influence others, and not be influence by those strong in greed.
Tear rolls down the cheeks of a cub. Its mother hid it behind a bush when it heard footsteps. The memory so fresh in the mind of the cub, just minutes ago its mother got hunted down by poachers. The footsteps grew louder, then silence. With its ears pulled back, the bear waited for any signs of the poachers. The cub's eyes grew larger, then filled with tears as a second later a shot was fired from the rifle of the poacher, a Remington Model 7400, and the bullet just embedded itself into the skull of the bear. As it laid motionless, the cub could only watch as it's mother was dragged into the poachers jeep. The cub approached where it's mother once laid dead, now just a pool of blood. As it sat in the pool of blood, its fur changed a crimson red, it was only able to cry, with tear falling into the pool of what was left of its mother.
Greed. The desire to possess more than what we already have. And to many, not only the desire, but an action taken to possess what we constantly want. We covet what others have, the desire that is greed takes place, and the action which destroys finishes a life, man or beast. No one is spared from its hands, greed feeds its hunger with man's suffering, and recovers from thirst from the life of a beast. And greed is not easily destroyed. So tough to overcome by a resilient soul, so easily and quickly it finds another host, its parasitic tentacles wrapped so tightly around the neck of the host, slowly killing it.
Greed breads hatred. Hatred breads death. Greed is death.
The poor envy the rich and desires their life, the rich desires the life of the poor, the middle class desires what both rich and poor possess. See how no one is free from greed, though no action is taken to possess, the mere thought is enough to cause the downfall of many. We can not always see the weak as a victim of greed from the rich for the poor and the weak desire what others who are poor and weak possess. Such behavior comes from the young not only because of parents or the environment, but because we are born into a world with no escape, our brain is already programmed so that we fall and are influenced by such things, such sin.
Years passed and the cub grew, it started its own family. It returned to the spot where its mother was shot in the head, the pool of blood now replaced with a small ecosystem, plants and bugs living together in that area, though small, became such an importance to those living there. Greed can only evolve, not be eliminated.
Greed breads hatred, but those who overcome greed changes it to charity and charity becomes love.
Those who loves greed outnumber those who love charity. And greed is easier, as is destruction to charity as to building trust. Although i hardly believe now that greed is less powerful than charity, i do believe that once charity changes to love, even if greed changes to hatred and even death, love will be stronger than death. Humanity though, is weak, and the will for it to change greed to charity to even start with is weak. Try as we might, majority will chose greed over charity. We can only hope and persevere that those strong enough would influence others, and not be influence by those strong in greed.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
A Misunderstanding
Though we may want to escape following what others do, the perspective of absolutely not doing anything that may be similar to them is a trap many fall into.
We have either heard or learned that we should not follow some of the trends that this generation has to offer. May be taking drug, to what we wear to what we read or watch on television, with this thinking that has been implanted in our heads by some people that it is all wrong, we try to avoid, almost entirely what others do. This may not be wrong for some things, but one must understand, as humans we have different perspective on many thing and because of these, many wrongs are labeled right and right labeled wrong. And so even our perspective on things could, most probably be wrong.
For an example, fashion. Many are trying to avoid wearing clothes that are labeled too revealing or so. Some go to the extreme and just wear extremely loose fitting clothes. The thing is, its all base on perspective. Wear what you thing is comfortable to you, don't have it in your mind that wearing loose fitting is only right that by wearing loose clothes makes one uncomfortable. It does not matter what others think of what you wear. There are those ' lala's ' which we find in shopping mall who wear what they like, whether it may be hair or shoes. There is nothing wrong walking down a busy street wearing a robot suit. They are comfortable with it and they see no wrong, so they just do it. You can't avoid the stares, only ignore it. And even on drugs, with the idea that drugs are bad, some don't even take them at all when they are sick or when it had been prescribed by a doctor. Drugs are not wrong unless misused, and many mix this up.
So it all depends to the perspective of the person, whether to follows his/her own or follow the worlds, because we will not know what is right or wrong in many areas. The important thing is that when following the choice we chose, we need to take into consideration the choice we didn't take and look at both of them before making a decision on which is we think is right. And we need to know that the decision we made need not be final, that we can change it according to the situation that comes.
This was written based on my perspective which i think is right in saying what is going on in our world today. Although, if this sounds wrong to another, please still take this into consideration. Be open and flexible to everything, and life would be smoother.
We have either heard or learned that we should not follow some of the trends that this generation has to offer. May be taking drug, to what we wear to what we read or watch on television, with this thinking that has been implanted in our heads by some people that it is all wrong, we try to avoid, almost entirely what others do. This may not be wrong for some things, but one must understand, as humans we have different perspective on many thing and because of these, many wrongs are labeled right and right labeled wrong. And so even our perspective on things could, most probably be wrong.
For an example, fashion. Many are trying to avoid wearing clothes that are labeled too revealing or so. Some go to the extreme and just wear extremely loose fitting clothes. The thing is, its all base on perspective. Wear what you thing is comfortable to you, don't have it in your mind that wearing loose fitting is only right that by wearing loose clothes makes one uncomfortable. It does not matter what others think of what you wear. There are those ' lala's ' which we find in shopping mall who wear what they like, whether it may be hair or shoes. There is nothing wrong walking down a busy street wearing a robot suit. They are comfortable with it and they see no wrong, so they just do it. You can't avoid the stares, only ignore it. And even on drugs, with the idea that drugs are bad, some don't even take them at all when they are sick or when it had been prescribed by a doctor. Drugs are not wrong unless misused, and many mix this up.
So it all depends to the perspective of the person, whether to follows his/her own or follow the worlds, because we will not know what is right or wrong in many areas. The important thing is that when following the choice we chose, we need to take into consideration the choice we didn't take and look at both of them before making a decision on which is we think is right. And we need to know that the decision we made need not be final, that we can change it according to the situation that comes.
This was written based on my perspective which i think is right in saying what is going on in our world today. Although, if this sounds wrong to another, please still take this into consideration. Be open and flexible to everything, and life would be smoother.
Attention Seeker
Attention can be seen as a drug to some, given a little and you crave for more. Once you are hooked, you do what you can to get more, whatever pain you may put somebody in.
A harmless child. That was what i thought of him. A typical child, just want to enjoy his time spent with other, running around in the school field or just hang out and do nothing. That was such a long time ago. But he started to grow up, and once a person grow up, less attention is given to him.
His mind grew, and he discovered what importance attention was to him.
His mind grew, and he observed how others attained attention from others.
His mind grew, and he schemed how he would be able to get the attention he needed.
He tested it out, his ideas on people. And as normal, the plans of a child is bound to fall at some point, only his fell faster. But he quickly got up, try different approaches to the problem. He quickly understood what he needed to do, he started to humiliate himself.
Attention to those desperate need not be positive. To them, just being known at whatever the cost and whatever the consequences, is all that matters. This child transformed, everyone could see he had changed no matter how well he try to hide it. He tried public humiliation, and that gave him the most pleasure. It satisfied his hunger, and he continued. And then when he matured, he already sold his life. His entire life because just an act. He was a pretender, how he presented himself, body movement and his actions, all an act. Those who knew just felt pity, until like a drug addict, wanted to find some other drug to give him a different thrill. The pity changed to despise and almost hatred.
From public humiliation, he changed to hurting others. His approach was smart, never physically, always mentally, and on those who he knew would never harm or hurt him him. Although one stood up to him, he continued to prey on those who were kinder. To some, he targeted more tightly. Much tears were shed, much harsh words were exchanged and many thoughts towards this person became horribly negative. Yet this was what he wanted, attention, so he continued.
For years, he intelligently avoided conflict with those who could hurt him.
Not anymore shall he do so, or at least not peacefully
He may get the attention he wants from this person who tells it to his face. But its well worth it, if by giving attention he will stop, then giving attention it will be. He hurts others with words, he will experience what he had put his victims through the years. Fight fire with fire. And so a person who craves attention can only be stopped by giving attention.
May he not break from the words to be spoken.
A harmless child. That was what i thought of him. A typical child, just want to enjoy his time spent with other, running around in the school field or just hang out and do nothing. That was such a long time ago. But he started to grow up, and once a person grow up, less attention is given to him.
His mind grew, and he discovered what importance attention was to him.
His mind grew, and he observed how others attained attention from others.
His mind grew, and he schemed how he would be able to get the attention he needed.
He tested it out, his ideas on people. And as normal, the plans of a child is bound to fall at some point, only his fell faster. But he quickly got up, try different approaches to the problem. He quickly understood what he needed to do, he started to humiliate himself.
Attention to those desperate need not be positive. To them, just being known at whatever the cost and whatever the consequences, is all that matters. This child transformed, everyone could see he had changed no matter how well he try to hide it. He tried public humiliation, and that gave him the most pleasure. It satisfied his hunger, and he continued. And then when he matured, he already sold his life. His entire life because just an act. He was a pretender, how he presented himself, body movement and his actions, all an act. Those who knew just felt pity, until like a drug addict, wanted to find some other drug to give him a different thrill. The pity changed to despise and almost hatred.
From public humiliation, he changed to hurting others. His approach was smart, never physically, always mentally, and on those who he knew would never harm or hurt him him. Although one stood up to him, he continued to prey on those who were kinder. To some, he targeted more tightly. Much tears were shed, much harsh words were exchanged and many thoughts towards this person became horribly negative. Yet this was what he wanted, attention, so he continued.
For years, he intelligently avoided conflict with those who could hurt him.
Not anymore shall he do so, or at least not peacefully
He may get the attention he wants from this person who tells it to his face. But its well worth it, if by giving attention he will stop, then giving attention it will be. He hurts others with words, he will experience what he had put his victims through the years. Fight fire with fire. And so a person who craves attention can only be stopped by giving attention.
May he not break from the words to be spoken.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Mixed Comments
Lies that are repeated will not make something true but will lead the rest of the people to repeat the lies as if it was true to give the impression that it is so.
A day so many waited for,
a day so many yearned to come,
a day so many thought dreams will come.
With all these thoughts in mind, these people could not wait to finally experience what in their mind would be wonderful. This was the problem, it was such a lie. What others experience, what others went through, all the supposedly wonderful memories collected, a basket full of lies. When they did not experience these things they heard from others, to avoid the humiliation and being looked at as someone hopeless, they then lie about what they been through. This cycle repeats itself over and over and over again till majority believe these lies, and they hope they will go through these stories they heard. Giving false impressions, they lead these people to nothing. These people believe they would see a diamond, all they got was a stone. They then change the stone into a false diamond, a it continues.
The journey to this place was a battle itself. The first part was smooth sailing, we thought, and hoped the rest would be too. Then as we headed to our destination, large structures could be seen from afar that emerged out from the ground, and that was when the sea of these creations of frustration flooded our view from everything else. The red lights on these creation of man grew ever so brighter after it had seen the more intimidating red light. Man's frustration increased and so did our. The battle continued for such a long time we thought of just giving up. At long last, the building where it all should take place was seen. Hearts rejoice, but still the wait was long.
Finally,as we opened the doors of the building, we were impressed with what we saw. The place was so well decorated with dozens of christmas trees and hanging ornaments everywhere. The lights shone, illuminating every dark corner. Fountains were seen shooting out from the ground and a magnificent chandelier hung from the celling. All these though, could not cover the greetings of false smiles. As we climbed the stairs, the sounds of a children's choir made the mood so calm and peaceful. People gathered, dressed to impress, to kill, and yet we all looked like replicas, thought trying to outdo each other.
We were subjected to such an excruciatingly long wait, a number of us half starving, majority of us hoping that the stories were still true. The wait grew longer and longer, the sound of hungry people grew louder, yet, the doors to the next room would did not open. Flashes overwhelmed the area for a long time, then, the doors opened. With looks of relief, people started to approach the room. Marked just like cattle, we were lead into the room, where we were greeted with more flashes. Directed to out own areas, we sat down with anticipating hearts of what would come.
The lights went off. When it came on again, our eardrums were being tortured with such noise it seemed unbearable. One by one, more appeared. Then from behind was heard the voice of a banshee. It walked closer, with ear piercing noises coming from its large mouth. A few people clapped, either because they are deaf or just polite. It just continued, and the only thing that made me go on was the thought of food arriving. But disappointment hit me hard. The food served was not horrible, although below expectation. People ate and gave more than deserving comments on the food. The banshee left and was, thankfully, replaced with someone who could sing well, though many said there was a wrong choice of song. When he left, another group consisting of apparently deaf performers started dancing without following the rhythm. Flashy moves could not cover up their deafness towards music. Now hesitating, less people clapped until asked to do so. Disappointing moments...
It was then time to crown the new king and queen, through a process so carefully hidden away from the people. The candidates were named, and odd facial expressions were shown, although some were predictable. The process of crowning the new king and queen was a long and tedious process, and the last test they had to sit through was degrading and insulting. Many stared at the acts of the king and queen, most of them out of curiosity. Only a hand few looked away from the shame and humiliation befalling on the heads of the king and queen. The queen crowned was expected, but the new king was a surprise to all. The people cheered and clapped, some giving confused looks.
Then it was the part many dread. It was something to look forward to for few, but for others, it was a lonely moment, surrounded by sad comments and sympathy. As the people approached the place of the king and queen, eyes of curiosity followed the few who were on the floor. Many just wished that they could take the place of those there. Then, the noise started to become louder and louder, soon eardrums were being punished to a point of tearing apart and the heart was beating harder and the body was somewhat at resonance with the noise. Shouts abrupt, as people got in the middle of the floor challenging one challenger after another. The battle was long and heated, with people taking the normal humiliation with pride. The court jester, as usual, made a fool of himself, and laughter erupted from every corner of the room. The chaos was enjoyed by many, but those with right minds left the room early to protect their sanity.
And yet with all these disappointment that many faced, it was still a very memorable night for some. These few experienced and went through events that will be remembered throughout their life. To some, they would say they actually enjoyed it, which they actually did. To others, they would repeat the same cycle again, lies will come from their mouth. And to few, these people wont share about the main event, for it was such a let down and a disappointment that they forgot about it, but they would tell about the other events they went through, which is truly more memorable than what was planned by others because it was these people themselves who took the depressing event and changed it into a fairytale which would be remembered by them until death.
A day so many waited for,
a day so many yearned to come,
a day so many thought dreams will come.
With all these thoughts in mind, these people could not wait to finally experience what in their mind would be wonderful. This was the problem, it was such a lie. What others experience, what others went through, all the supposedly wonderful memories collected, a basket full of lies. When they did not experience these things they heard from others, to avoid the humiliation and being looked at as someone hopeless, they then lie about what they been through. This cycle repeats itself over and over and over again till majority believe these lies, and they hope they will go through these stories they heard. Giving false impressions, they lead these people to nothing. These people believe they would see a diamond, all they got was a stone. They then change the stone into a false diamond, a it continues.
The journey to this place was a battle itself. The first part was smooth sailing, we thought, and hoped the rest would be too. Then as we headed to our destination, large structures could be seen from afar that emerged out from the ground, and that was when the sea of these creations of frustration flooded our view from everything else. The red lights on these creation of man grew ever so brighter after it had seen the more intimidating red light. Man's frustration increased and so did our. The battle continued for such a long time we thought of just giving up. At long last, the building where it all should take place was seen. Hearts rejoice, but still the wait was long.
Finally,as we opened the doors of the building, we were impressed with what we saw. The place was so well decorated with dozens of christmas trees and hanging ornaments everywhere. The lights shone, illuminating every dark corner. Fountains were seen shooting out from the ground and a magnificent chandelier hung from the celling. All these though, could not cover the greetings of false smiles. As we climbed the stairs, the sounds of a children's choir made the mood so calm and peaceful. People gathered, dressed to impress, to kill, and yet we all looked like replicas, thought trying to outdo each other.
We were subjected to such an excruciatingly long wait, a number of us half starving, majority of us hoping that the stories were still true. The wait grew longer and longer, the sound of hungry people grew louder, yet, the doors to the next room would did not open. Flashes overwhelmed the area for a long time, then, the doors opened. With looks of relief, people started to approach the room. Marked just like cattle, we were lead into the room, where we were greeted with more flashes. Directed to out own areas, we sat down with anticipating hearts of what would come.
The lights went off. When it came on again, our eardrums were being tortured with such noise it seemed unbearable. One by one, more appeared. Then from behind was heard the voice of a banshee. It walked closer, with ear piercing noises coming from its large mouth. A few people clapped, either because they are deaf or just polite. It just continued, and the only thing that made me go on was the thought of food arriving. But disappointment hit me hard. The food served was not horrible, although below expectation. People ate and gave more than deserving comments on the food. The banshee left and was, thankfully, replaced with someone who could sing well, though many said there was a wrong choice of song. When he left, another group consisting of apparently deaf performers started dancing without following the rhythm. Flashy moves could not cover up their deafness towards music. Now hesitating, less people clapped until asked to do so. Disappointing moments...
It was then time to crown the new king and queen, through a process so carefully hidden away from the people. The candidates were named, and odd facial expressions were shown, although some were predictable. The process of crowning the new king and queen was a long and tedious process, and the last test they had to sit through was degrading and insulting. Many stared at the acts of the king and queen, most of them out of curiosity. Only a hand few looked away from the shame and humiliation befalling on the heads of the king and queen. The queen crowned was expected, but the new king was a surprise to all. The people cheered and clapped, some giving confused looks.
Then it was the part many dread. It was something to look forward to for few, but for others, it was a lonely moment, surrounded by sad comments and sympathy. As the people approached the place of the king and queen, eyes of curiosity followed the few who were on the floor. Many just wished that they could take the place of those there. Then, the noise started to become louder and louder, soon eardrums were being punished to a point of tearing apart and the heart was beating harder and the body was somewhat at resonance with the noise. Shouts abrupt, as people got in the middle of the floor challenging one challenger after another. The battle was long and heated, with people taking the normal humiliation with pride. The court jester, as usual, made a fool of himself, and laughter erupted from every corner of the room. The chaos was enjoyed by many, but those with right minds left the room early to protect their sanity.
And yet with all these disappointment that many faced, it was still a very memorable night for some. These few experienced and went through events that will be remembered throughout their life. To some, they would say they actually enjoyed it, which they actually did. To others, they would repeat the same cycle again, lies will come from their mouth. And to few, these people wont share about the main event, for it was such a let down and a disappointment that they forgot about it, but they would tell about the other events they went through, which is truly more memorable than what was planned by others because it was these people themselves who took the depressing event and changed it into a fairytale which would be remembered by them until death.
Friday, December 14, 2007
The Initial
Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix.
What is a 1st post? A person is judged from their 1st impression, whether it may be at school or at work. So, is that how one would judge a post on a blog? A blog grows with its creator, it matures over time, with the experiences received and events that the creator goes through. The punishment that the creator receives serves as a lesson, transfered into writing, for the world to know his mistake, acts as public humiliation so he will not repeat it again. One can learn so much of a person through a blog, so many hide their thoughts, as a means of privacy. What then does one want to tell the world through his blog if not his thoughts? A blog is a piece of art, improve on it, for it is to shows and expresses what one feels.
We all have big changes in our lives that are more or less a second chance.
A baby is born. As it starts to opens its eyes to the world it now lives in, the baby finds a pairs of eyes belonging to a hypocrite, its mother. The doctor who seen through the birth of the child, smiled at the mother, another hypocrite. Surrounding by hypocrites, what chance does this child have to not turn into one? A community dispises and insults someone when he admits to being a hypocrite, so that the entire community is protected from being called so. They are on him like a pack of wolves, eyes filled with the murder, attacking and ripping the ones who tells the truth, for doing what is right, for saving his soul. Who then would admit to being a hypocrite, who would change a hypocrite, who would change himself who is a hypocrite, upon seeing their images being destroyed by the mere thought of change. No man can escape hypocrisy, whether it may be from others or himself. We were fated to meet its charm from the day we opened our eyes. As a baby who desires its mothers attention, so does man towards hypocrisy. What we can do is either join the pack of wolves or change, admitting to being one, and just be steadfast to the thought of change and not cave when the wolves approach...
What is a 1st post? A person is judged from their 1st impression, whether it may be at school or at work. So, is that how one would judge a post on a blog? A blog grows with its creator, it matures over time, with the experiences received and events that the creator goes through. The punishment that the creator receives serves as a lesson, transfered into writing, for the world to know his mistake, acts as public humiliation so he will not repeat it again. One can learn so much of a person through a blog, so many hide their thoughts, as a means of privacy. What then does one want to tell the world through his blog if not his thoughts? A blog is a piece of art, improve on it, for it is to shows and expresses what one feels.
We all have big changes in our lives that are more or less a second chance.
A baby is born. As it starts to opens its eyes to the world it now lives in, the baby finds a pairs of eyes belonging to a hypocrite, its mother. The doctor who seen through the birth of the child, smiled at the mother, another hypocrite. Surrounding by hypocrites, what chance does this child have to not turn into one? A community dispises and insults someone when he admits to being a hypocrite, so that the entire community is protected from being called so. They are on him like a pack of wolves, eyes filled with the murder, attacking and ripping the ones who tells the truth, for doing what is right, for saving his soul. Who then would admit to being a hypocrite, who would change a hypocrite, who would change himself who is a hypocrite, upon seeing their images being destroyed by the mere thought of change. No man can escape hypocrisy, whether it may be from others or himself. We were fated to meet its charm from the day we opened our eyes. As a baby who desires its mothers attention, so does man towards hypocrisy. What we can do is either join the pack of wolves or change, admitting to being one, and just be steadfast to the thought of change and not cave when the wolves approach...
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