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3 months ago
Jeez! my best friend is being featured for this HCG weight loss supplement!!!!
She dropped 32 pounds in one month! I am so jealous!!!
Damn im getting some of this stuff before spring break comes.
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Notes: 1 / 1 year ago
Society? Narrow-minded, or just plain stupid?
Publishing this will probably get me into a damn load of trouble.
But I’m just going to do it anyway. Peace.
I’ll admit.
I’m 100% BISEXUAL. When I mean I’m bisexual, I mean I can swing both ways.
Get it? Okay good.
Now for the homophobes.
What are the reasons why there are people hating/trolling/avoiding people just because they’re homosexual?
Is homosexuality a disease? Is it a virus? Can you contract it?
Nope. Obviously, it isn’t.
Gay people are nice. Honestly. What makes you think that homosexual is wrong in the first place?
If your upbringing in your family is primitive about the thinking of sexuality, love, preferences, and other possible relationship-related scenarios,
ITS TIME YOU MOVED ON.
Here’s a REALITY CHECK for homophobes.
If your closest friend suddenly tells you he’s gay, would you avoid him? If your answer is yes, read First thing’s here first.
First thing’s here first. :D
If you’re close to your friend, you’re usually been with him for a long time. The only thing that changed is the fact that he admitted his sexual preference. Its not as if he made a direct confession saying that he loves you that’s why he’s getting close to you. However I’m not saying that your close friend might be in love with you either.
Moving on, if you’re not understanding, you’re going to really upset your friend. It’s just a small change to your idea of his sexual preference.
If your close friend is understanding that, maybe, you might be experiencing it for the first time that someone told you about his or her sexual preference and you’re in a shock, then he will give you time to slowly let it sink in.
People are DIFFERENT.
And that applies to every single, possible aspect of DIFFERENT.
Difference in size, difference in facial expressions, difference in feelings, difference in perspective.
That doesn’t exclude sexual preferences either.
1. Religions and sexuality.
Okay this is a rather sensitive topic, but I’ll thread lightly on this. It may offend people who are rather devoutly religious, but just bare with it.
If you’re brought up by a family that is very religiously devout, you may be living under the comfort zone TOO MUCH.
Not everyone is, for that note.
Here’s why I think so.
Some Christians (I’m not pin-pointing anyone or everyone) are not very understanding towards the homosexual society. They give deference towards others because they’re out from the norm.
It may be the teachings of the Bible, it may be from the parents.
I’m not violating the Bible, but what i can say is that if, IF the bible actually clearly states the homosexuality is blasphemy and taboo, then WE would have to look back as to WHO wrote the Bible.
Two possiblilities.
FOR YOUR INFORMATION, I’M A ATHEIST.
And I’m speaking directly to Christianity, not because i have hatred/grudge/preference or any other negative/positive feel on them, but because that is the group which i can easily pinpoint out the more profound attributes in Christians when it comes to dealing with homosexuals.
Humans.
The first people that actually wrote the book is the humans. Teachings, preachings and others found in the Bible, are eventually written by Man.
In the past, people had primitive set thinking. Even now in society, not many people can accept homosexuals.
“God”
If God created this world, and he knew there would be homosexuals, then would that be God’s fault?
But if it’s God’s fault, whatever happened to him being the perfect being?
So religiously-inclined people who are homophobic.. STOP.
THINK. FROM YOUR OWN HEAD.
Don’t let the teachings of others affect what you would think.
Stop. Slow things down.
Nobody choose to be homosexual. Nobody chose their sexual preference. People are born the way they are, and it stays that way.
Why can’t you be more open-minded? Is it that hard to widen your horizon to think further then primitive people? Would you rather stay in the past thinkings and preachings? We have to move on.
Time and tide waits for no man. If we need to move, we have to move.
2. Friends.
Friends are people who are always around you, always helping you, in whatever you do.
They care, and if they understand, they won’t mind you being gay/straight/lesbian.
The truly caring friends are those that actually know that, “Hey, sexual preference isn’t a choice.” They want to be friends with you, for who you are, rather then what you’re not. That’s having and being true friends.
They’ll lend you a shoulder, whenever or whatever happened. Those that oust you from their clique just because of your sexual preference, aren’t your friends.
Discriminating homosexuals, avoiding them, treating them with deference, is no different from being less understanding than a barbarian.
3. Society.
Society in the majority sense are not able to accept homosexuality, is mainly, yet again because of their thinking.
It is because they are not able to widen up their scope, and to think further ahead.
How will having homosexuals affect the well-being of males and females?Do you think that if a gay couple was to walk down the street, they would influence straight people’s kids and they might be homosexuals in the future?
The answer is no. Like i said before, SEXUAL PREFERENCE IS NOT A CHOICE, ITS INSIDE A PERSON.
So please, accept those who are around you.
For homosexuals, think for yourself. You are who you are, do not push yourself into what you’re not.
For homophobes, widen your thinking, broaden your horizon. Think beyond, not from before.
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1 year ago
Loneliness…
It was raining again; the skies were a dark dull gray blanket against the sky. Barely a single glint of sunlight could penetrate through those thick, sad clouds that hung on the sky resiliently. The feeling of loneliness fell relentlessly, as if every drop of the rain was a multitude of solitude.
Endless platters against the window panes and walls of the buildings in rhythmic procession, told tales of the monsoon. Each droplet seemed to put even more emphasis on the weather that was to come for the next few weeks.
Sitting, I could hear the silent beating of raindrops against my window. Yet it seemed distant; my room was too quiet. One could hear the ticking from the clock even in the rainfall. Every second seem to slow down, and turn into a scene of black-and-white emotions against the weather.
Every possible pessimistic feeling seem to be emitted from this weather pattern. Yet ironically, everyone sleeps peaceful. It was as if, the rain protected us from dreamless sleeps and nightmares. It was as if, the best time to sleep, was when the sad emotions were around us, falling from the heavens.
Maybe it’s because people want to snuggle up against their blankets, or huddle together with friends or loved ones. The rain might have brought pessimism, but some have turned the rain into thoughts and actions of happiness.
Couples hugged each other on the bed, enveloped by a blanket. The other providing the warmth and love that spreads throughout the two. Another group of friends laughed and ran under the rain, as they jumped into puddles of water and splashed their friends. Joy, it seemed, came to them, in different forms, yet still optimism in this melancholic weather.
How do I feel? Perhaps, a turmoil of feelings? A whirlpool of emotions? Or even, nothingness?
No. All I felt, was loneliness. Solitude. Solo. Scared. Scarce. Of Love.
Every fiber in my body yearned for companionship. Yearned for love. Yearned to be accepted. Yearned to have those fantasies to come true.
And yet, a coward that I am, I dare not approach my infatuation. My cowardice has led me to definite solitude. Not moving, not stepping forward, meant only that I have never tried, never bothered, to do something that could bring me out of this state.
Not moving, not stepping forward, meant that I would never gain experience, never know if things will turn out the way I want it, never will the answer ever be yes.
If I tried, if I did something, it meant that I would gain knowledge, meant that I may have a chance at something, meant that the answer might be a yes.
Pathetic, isn’t it? We only have one life to live, yet I live it like a fool, not bothering, not caring about my happiness. No, it’s not that I didn’t care. It’s more like, I was too afraid to do anything, even if I did cared.
And yet, I sit here, typing out the hollow hole in my heart.
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Notes: 2 / 1 year ago
Boredom
Boredom
I never thought that school was this boring after the first semester. It felt like only yesterday when I first stepped into polytechnic, full of enthusiasm and elation to start the first few lessons and lectures lined up ahead. There we were, fools listening to seniors saying that life in polytechnic would be slack, compared to secondary education.
How very wrong we were indeed.
Barely a month started, and everyone’s interest started to waiver. A slow, dream-like plague of tiresome emotions seem to infect almost everyone. Even the enthusiasts could feel the boredom starting to set in with each passing week.
The daily routine of unanimous actions of every student since the start of polytechnic has dissipated; the distraction in classes were too irresistible. Books were no longer on the table. Notes no longer dominated the spaces.
All that was left, after the first few weeks of school, was a tangle of cables and laptops; the clear distractions that seem to attract our attention much more then the drone of the lecturers.
Even as I sat in the lecture hall, I knew that, more than half of the three classes sitting within, were probably having their attention drift off into some other non-relevant activities besides studying.
Whenever the lecturers drone, it seemed, with full certainty, that the lecturers and teachers would hardly sidetrack from their topic they were paid to teach, to re-capture our attention that we had on our first few weeks when we started school.
And yes, I sit within the lecture hall, typing out my feelings onto this document. The teacher’s sermons about secondary mathematics further increased my lack of enthusiasm towards the topic, rather than the entirety of what she generally taught. Thus, one could say that I was patiently waiting for a new chapter or a subtopic that I have not learned before.
Probability. The current chapter that she was teaching. Oh, what was the probability that we would all lose our attention span gradually after school started? A hundred percent for short-attention spanned people like me. My mom had the perfect description for me whenever something like this happened.
“You know, whenever you’re interested in something, you are always like a newly-opened can of soda; it sizzles a lot at the start, but over time it dies down to nothingness.”
A well-summarized, perfect description of her son’s attitude towards hobbies, studies, and other possible interest in years to come. Perhaps, being too hyper towards a particular interest should not be the general idea.
Rather, I should space out that excitement, so that after a long time of not doing it, I might start the crave again.
Perfect. I’m running out of ideas to continue writing. Ironically enough, it seems like I’m the one droning on and on about the boredom of studies and attending lectures religiously, like a Sunday church service without fail.
But how could I complain, when whatever I’m doing concerns my future prospects of a better life? All these is within my control, even though I sit here, typing unnecessary text about my feelings that are probably mutual amongst most of my friends.
“…probably translate all these into a tree later.”
What? What does she possibly want to translate into a tree? Oh right, the “Probability Tree”.
Apparently, my friend is stalking other people’s profiles, but without harm or intentions, even though it is an intended action when he started stalking.
Even music seems to be boring. The continuous, endless loop of songs seem to bore the senses out of me. The only thing that I have been an activist at, is reading novels from world-wide acclaimed writers. The plots, twists and turns of the story lines keeps me, although not literally, on the edge of my seat. The reluctance of putting down my book is definitely apparent whenever I get distracted or I have something else to attend to, especially when the it gets more and more exciting.
Oh, whilst searching for the meaning of “unwonted” I came across the longest word, for “an obscure term ostensibly referring to a lung disease caused by silica dust, sometimes cited as one of the longest words in the English language.” “ Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanokoniosis” it was.
Honestly, the only reason why I clicked on the link was because I wanted to try and pronounce the word on my first try, only to fail spectacularly even before the sixth part of the word.
To be continued (?)…
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1 year ago
Winter
The leaves were falling from the great oak at the meadow’s edge. They were falling from all the trees. One branch of the oak reached high above the others and stretched far out over the meadow. Two leaves clung to it’s very tip.
“It isn’t the way it used to be,” said one leaf to the other.
“No,” the other leaf answered. “So many of us have fallen off tonight we’re almost the only ones left on our branch.”
“You never know who’s going to go next,” said the first leaf. “Even when it was warm and the sun shone, a storm or a cloudburst would come sometimes and many leaves were torn off, though they were still very young. You never know who’s going to go next.”
“The sun seldom shines now,” sighed the second leaf, “and when it does, it gives no warmth. We must have warmth again.”
“Can it be true,” said the first leaf, “can it really be true, that others come to take our places when we’re gone, and after them still others, and more and more?”
“It really is true,” whispered the second leaf. “We can’t even begin to imagine it, it’s beyond our powers.”
“It makes me very sad,” added the first leaf.
They were silent a while.
Then the first leaf said quietly to itself, “Why must we fall?”
The second leaf asked, “What happens to us when we have fallen?”
“We sink down.”
“What is under us?”
The first leaf answered, “I don’t know. Some say one thing, some another, but nobody knows.”
The second leaf asked, “Do we feel anything, do we know anything about ourselves when we’re down there?”
The first leaf answered, “Who knows? Not one of all those down there has ever come back to tell us about it.”
They were silent again. Then the first leaf said tenderly to the other, “Don’t worry so much about it, you’re trembling!”
“That’s nothing,” the second leaf answered, “I tremble at the least thing now. I don’t feel so sure of my hold as I used to.”
“Let’s not talk any more about such things,” said the first leaf.
The other replied, “No, we’ll let it be. But — what else shall we talk about?” It was silent, but went on after a little while. “Which of us will go first?”
“There’s still plenty of time to worry about that,” the other leaf said reassuringly. “Lets remember how beautiful it was, how wonderful, when the sun came out and shone so warmly that we thought we’d burst with life. Do you remember? And the morning dew and the mild and splendid nights…”
“Now the nights are dreadful,” the second leaf complained, “and there is no end to them.”
“We shouldn’t complain,” said the first leaf gently. “We’ve outlived many, many others.”
“Have I changed much?” asked the second leaf shyly.
“Not in the least,” the first leaf said. “You think so only because I’ve gotton to be so yellow and ugly. But it’s different in your case.”
“You’re fooling me,” the second leaf said.
“No, really,” the first leaf answered eagerly, “believe me, you’re as lovely as the day you were born! Here and there may be a little yellow spot. But it’s hardly noticeable and makes you only more beautiful, believe me.”
“Thanks,” whispered the second leaf, quite touched. I don’t believe you, not altogether, but I thank you because you’re so kind. You’ve always been so kind to me. I’m just beginning to understand how kind you are.
“Hush,” said the other leaf, and kept silent itself, for it was too troubled to talk anymore.
Then they were both silent. Hours passed.
A moist wind blew, cold and hostile through the treetops.
“Ah, now,” said the second leaf, “I…” Then it’s voice broke off. It was torn from it’s place and spun down.
Winter had come.
From Owl City blog.
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1 year ago
D:
lessons ended…. at the corridor on level 5 playing left 4 dead 2… boring arh these few days…
miss him so much. wonder when i can finally see him ):
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1 year ago
2:32am…he’s gonna kill me ><
woke up just now…>< saw my dearest sms me…he’s so sweet…not sometimes, but all the time (:
anyways, day 2 tomorrow… boring? maybe not.
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1 year ago
Boring!
Boring day. Started off the semester with IP Networking. Gosh the technical terms he used was bamboozling my mind.
Mmmm. Shall try harder this semester. gambatteh with my group :)
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Notes: 2 / 1 year ago
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I don’t care what you think.
All i can think, is that i love you.
It may not be apparent now, but i will.
Don’t tell me not to treat you well because you don’t deserve it.
You deserve it better then anyone I’ve met.
I’ve always been in one-sided relationships all the time. Its so tiring do you know that?
I don’t want you to feel that way. I want you to feel loved.
You made my heart melt, you made my heart drop.
But you made my heart float, and all the other heart-felt thoughts.
Hw can i resist u? :/ I <3 u
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1 year ago
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I miss u…..
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