Filed under: Ramblings
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Rime of the Maligned
Black is my heart, blacker still my soul.
Black are my eyes and mind that have turned cold.
‘Twas a time I rode lightning and flames, then I was burned.
Life unfair. Dream-fostered nightmare.
A man scorned. A man spurned.
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Soul’s Midnight
In the cover of darkness
Three into the witching hours
Wading in the depths of despair
Death, so close, so thick in the air
This way it comes
And one’s heart, it doth drum
A beat so frantic
It approaches, it comes
Ice in one’s veins
Enter Panic
Below are some of my quips, random ramblings and a few favourite quotes. Some people have requested to have a read at my pet writing project (which is loosely based on some of these statements), but all I can offer right now are these. Enjoy!
On Life.
Life’s a journey, and the road is indefinite. Some make u-turns all their lives, others are stuck in a roundabout. Some go through it like a breeze, riding cars or hopping on buses, and some ride bicycles and others just walk. Still the road is there, it won’t go anywhere. It’s up to you to move yourself. Don’t stand still.
I dont know where I’m going in life. All I know is that I’m not there yet.
Regret has no place in life. The only salvation is within one’s self. (overheard from Warehouse 13)
A hard life calls for hard decisions..
In life, you win some, and lose a whole lot more. That’s why your supposed to treasure the little things in life. Most of the time, that’s all you’ve got.
Life is a roller-coaster ride. I’m not on it. I AM the ride.
Life story of Man: Man is born. Man lives. Man dies. All else is Vanity. Life story of a different man: A man is born. The man lives. He tries. He fails. The man dies. All else is Futility.
Things happen for a reason. Shit happens. Therefore, shit happens for a reason.
My soul is not mine to give away and not yours to keep. Whatever may happen in our lifetime, whatever that makes, or breaks you, things that shape or alters you, may not count for much when all is said and done. In the end, only the soul matters. Protect your soul.
I’ve faced demons, bastards, tough guys, hard times and certain death before, but the hardest thing to face is reality.
He who knows that enough is enough will always have just enough. He who wants more than enough will usually get less. He who expects less than enough will most of the time get more.
The suicidal procrastinator: I wanna die… but maybe later.
Everyone should have a near death experience so we could appreciate life better. Self-help (or of the self needing some help, and the such)
Pain is the sensation u feel when something’s wrong with ur body, but there’s no sensation to warn u when ur soul’s going black. (adapted from Dresden files)
Wise fool, there is no wisdom so deep as that which always questions. Do not fear your doubt. (adapted from Belisaurius series)
Trying to regain myself, one small step at a time. Wish I had better footing, though. I’m a slippery road.
Trying not to look at the past as a loss, but instead, as a gift (overheard from a movie)
You can’t look forward to anything when your eyes are stuck in the past…
I counter escapism with pragmatism, negative tendencies with realism, sorrow with stoicism, emotions with platonism. Now all I’m getting in return is a headache. If you ever have the chance, don’t take up philosophy.
I don’t go through a door ’cause it’s open. I do it ’cause that’s how get to where I’m going. Question is, where do i wanna go?
Neglect begets bitterness..
Thing about the past is, since it’s over it never goes away & you’re always stuck with the damned thing. (read it somewhere)
Wherever you go.. there you are.. (Buckaroo Banzai)
Passion undercuts credibility. Immature minds too often substitutes passion for reason. Tamper with thought.
Sometimes I feel like I’m drunk behind the wheel… then I remember, holy crap. I can’t drive.
Thunder No Rain. Bleed No Pain. Pain No Gain. Glory No Vain. I No Sane.
I excel at getting outta FUBAR situations alive. Unscathed is a different matter.
I would never be happy, unless the One who created me was happy with me. (from a Muallaf brother)
When in doubt, buy both..
I know. I’m nutty. That’s why I taste better when dipped in fudge and chocolate.
When all the world is out to get you, when no one’s left to lend a hand and you’re all alone, if you can still muster enough strength to stand up,keep moving and get through things, that is true strength.
When there’s no other way, and you’re out of options, there’s only one thing left to do. Hope.
I’m my own best friend. I’m also my worst enemy. Am i messed up? Well so are u.
To kill the wanderlust, one must first kill wonder. Be not surprised.
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On People.
Different face, different place. Same shitty attitude.
A fat tiger is still a cunning predator. A thin cobra is still a venomous snake. Appearances sometimes don’t amount to anything, especially where it counts.
Young guy, smart-ass. Old guy, wise-ass. Different guys. Same old shit.
I value intelligence and wit, but airheads have their own charm too.
Don’t let them know that you know that they’re lying. When they do, then you lose your control of the situation.
“Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society,” said Twain. It’s obvious that he hasn’t seen a smokin’ hot naked lady in public. Then again, neither have I.
Joyful, joyful thee abhorr me, cathartical persona..
I think that successful people are very, very lucky. Just ask any failure. Thoughts are funny little things; they can make paupers or make kings.
Many people seem to have the brain capacity of a turnip and the maturity of a carrot. Put cabbage into the mix and we have coleslaw. Just add mayo.
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On Love
If she won’t love you when you’re poor, you shouldn’t love her when you’re rich.
Leaving is easier than being left behind.
I heard that guys are dumb ’cause we get led around by our loins easily. I wonder what that means for a eunuch. Are they better at decision making?
Getting advice about love from an unmarried 40-something is like getting dieting and slimming tips from Bob the Cheeseburger eating contest 2nd runner up. You still give him the benefit of a doubt, cos he ain’t the champ, nor did he get last place, but still, you take a look at what he did, you can’t help yourself but doubt.
Sometimes, happiness means being alone.
Going out with Miss Ery is painful. Kinda feel like I’m Abu Sed.
Withdrawal symptoms can and have been known to result in death. They say that love is a drug. Do the math.
Women don’t really wanna hear a man’s opinion. They wanna hear their own opinion in a deeper voice. (From: Are you smarter than a 5th grader?)
Life, has many nuances and connotations for different people. Varied definitions exist, but at some points in time in our lives, many of those definitions intertwine. What’s yours?
To the traveller, life is a journey.
You either walk, ride, drive, maybe even crawl through it. Some seem like they were born with a Ferrari, others have to walk first, then work themselves up to a bicycle in order to trudge forth on the eternal highway.
To the actor, life is a stage.
And we are all actors in it. Some will shine, others will get bad reviews and criticisms. Some acts are uber grandiose and others are so small scale so as to be independent. Quite a few couldn’t act at all that they perform to only a ghostly audience.
To the player, life is a game.
Tactics and stratagems are the name. Cash, career, the other gender and fame. Winner takes all, winning is everything. Losing is not an option, but when it happens, you don’t show it, and don’t let anyone know about it. Self-indulgence is a pre-requisite. It’s all about you, and you must win.
To the predator, life is a hunt.
All else is fair game. You must be at the top. Be it the corporate ladder or a social circle, up there among the Alphas is where you want to be. Weakness is shunned, and anything that signifies weakness is abhorred.
To the pious, life is faith.
Belief runs deep in your vains, and in your daily life. Not one to miss routines, but there lurks a deep corner in your heart that despises the unfaithful. Your world revolves around your faith, and you surrender everything in it’s name.
To the gambler, life is a wager.
The grass is always greener on the other side, and the more bleak your patch of grass, the greener the other side gets. Sometimes that doesn’t matter. The thrill of putting everything on the line is what gets you through going another day. Not knowing the outcome, making a decision based mostly on hope and questionable probability, you revel in the waiting.
To the artist, life is a canvas.
To be stretched and primed as only you can see fit. Splash it with rainbows or a little dotted Alsatian, abstract or fine, it’s your own expression. Oil or pastel, crayon or pencil. A brush, a finger, a scraper. Visions brought forth in monochrome or colour.
To the escapist, life is a dream.
In brightest day or blackest night, fantasies all around, such a sweet delight. Delusion too, to the point of reclining, but that’s ok, ’cause you’re always smiling.
To the enchanted, life is a story.
And it never seems to end. An adventure or two, waits for you, on some nights and almost every weekend. Experiences are never wasted, people are never hated, you live out loud, you laugh out loud, every little thing goes your way, then you’re sated.
To the musician, life is a song.
Everything that happens in it is a note, an expression. Sounds are arranged to voice out your inner passion. Feelings and moods churn out modes and scales. You make people wonder how tones can tell tales. Events transformed to chords, trills, legatos and arpeggios, it moves people so much they bleed through their nose.
To the dancer, life is a dancefloor.
There may be people on it, or there may be none, but you think of nothing except for one. Move. Move it. You like to. You want to. You love to. Poetry in motion, expressive locomotion, when you dance, there is nothing left, except for what you really are.
To the downtrodden, life is misery.
Yet hope still flourishes, no matter how forlorn. What you have left is tattered and torn. Yesterday may be bad, but tomorrow may be worse. You wonder if you’ve lived your life throughout, cursed.
To the terminal, life is a gift.
Not one day should be wasted, for there aren’t much left. Joy seems so fleeting, ofttimes bereft. Still you cling to that one moment in time, when all was right, happy and sublime. Time is precious, and happiness a treasure, ’cause you know you won’t live forever.
To the soldier, life is war.
Every day is a battle, with very little respite. There’s always something to sacrifice for, there’s always a fight. Deep is your belief in doing what is right. I hope you keep kindness and humanity in sight.
To the planner, life is a project.
Always more things to do, dreams to achieve, nonlinear approaches, a multi-faceted life to live. Deadlines and quotas to meet, wondrous accomplishments and feats, for glory or fame, or whatever it is you wish to gain, you’ll set out and do it.
To the fool, life is a joke.
And most of the time, the joke is on him. Sometimes he knows it, oftentimes he does not. When he say that life is a joke, he does mean HIS life, does he not?
To the teacher, life is a lesson.
To the student, life is a never-ending series of lessons.
To the defeatists, life is no use.
And for them, I will not write anything. Only they can get themselves out of their own picklement. Inspiration can only go so far. I proffer Divine Help. Hahaha.
To the opportunist and also the rest of us…. life is what you make of it.
Care to add some more?
In the immortal words of First Officer Spock, “Live long and prosper.”
Once, I heard somebody pose a very good guestion.
If 4 out of 5 people suffer from diarrhea, does that mean the fifth one enjoys it?
The runs. I could never spell diarheoa, I mean, dierhia, erm, die-rear? Gosh darn it, we’ll just call it “dysfunction bowel movement” or indigestion or simply put, the runs. (There’s a song me and my buddy parodized, to the melody of Heavy Chains, by Loudness. Goes something like “He has the runs, going on, point of no return. No looking back, hope is lost, just a slow burn.. oooh.. )
The storekeeper at a cornershop near my house gave me some advice once when he knew I had the runs. He said to buy a can of ice-cold A&W rootbeer and to drink all of it, with no ice. Yup. Cold, but no ice. Must be A&W rootbeer, not any other brand. I wonder if it’s just a marketing gimmick that’s spread around for a brand that’s slowly losing it’s marketability. Then again, ever heard the cough remedy that uses Coca-cola as a key ingredient?
Put one can of Coca-cola in a pan. Squeeze a little lemon and add some ginger. Mix all the ingredients and heat it up. Boil the mixture. Let it cool down and drink the mixture. One can of Coca Cola is enough. If you want more, go ahead. This will make you feel better. The cold will go away. (Excerpt from http://library.thinkquest.org/C004510F/cough.htm)
Hmm.. maybe root beer works just as well?
Now I can’t verify this, but I have actually heard that Coca-cola is used in the west to treat the runs and indigestion, just like how that shopkeeper uncle swears by A&W.
Another marketing gimmick?
Who can say?
And who can say that this post isn’t a piece that’s commisioned by A&W Rootbeer (Copyright © 2010 Dr Pepper/Seven Up, Inc. Visit www.rootbeer.com)?
Did you know that Coke (the drink, not the other stuff) was actually originally sold as a hangover cure? Guess many people didn’t buy that. But there are advantages that Coke has.
Even though drinking cola can affect bone health (high levels of caffeine and phosphoric acid), you can actually bake a miost ham using it. How? Easy.
Empty a can of cola into the baking pan, wrap the ham in aluminum foil, and bake. Thirty minutes before the ham is finished, remove the foil, allowing the drippings to mix with the Coke for a sumptuous brown gravy.
Where did I know this?
Ask a guy named MacGuyver.
He didn’t teach me that, but he did teach me how to do other cool stuff, like how to escape from a meat locker.
Back to root beer.
You know, some say that drinking root beer can increase the milk supply for mothers who have just given birth. I’m just glad it doesn’t do the same for fathe rs who birthed brown babies too.
Root beer debuted as “the greatest health giving beverage in the world,” at the Philadelphia Centennial Exhibition in 1876. Yup. Philly. The cradle of US liberty.
Originally known as “root tea”, it is a carbonated concoction originally brewed with sassafras.
Yes, my friends. You heard that right.
Sassafras.
Just like what Muttley (Wackey Racers Car #00, Driven by Dick Dastardly. Drat and double drat! Khee hee hee. Quiet, Muttley! Sassafras sumfrassum fras..) used to say, back in the day.
Anyway, the key ingredient in root beer, “Sassafras albidum” (roots ; note that the flavor comes from the oil within this ingredient) is believed to be carcinogenic. Artificial versions are generally used instead. Goshdarnit.
One night, after a few mugs of sassafras infused soda, me and my buddy we driving around, going nowhere in particular. I saw an intriguing figure by the sidewalk and I pointed and told my buddy, “Quick, move, drive by the side!” He, having nothing better to do, promptly swerved the car to the sidewalk and proceeded to slowly stalk the victim.
I rolled down my side of the window, and we looked at that surpised person who just noticed us.
Me and my buddy each put up a hand, smiled and waved like mad.
Then we drove off and laughed like maniacs.
Drive-by bye-bye.
Bye.
Oh, and if you drink, don’t drive. Not unless it’s root beer.
Drink Root Beer! It’s cheaper, healthier, and helps to produce milk!
