Revamping a new look Baby.
New theme for my blog is Fresh, New and Unadulterated.
I'm going through a metamorphosis period in my life, and this blog is my decoy diary meaning I have to make-up her up too..
Ciao, bellas.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
:*: Semi-Hiatus for a new Look :*:
This blog will go on a semi-hiatus for the time being.
Revamping a new look Baby.
New theme for my blog is Fresh, New and Unadulterated.
I'm going through a metamorphosis period in my life, and this blog is my decoy diary meaning I have to make-up her up too..
Ciao, bellas.
Revamping a new look Baby.
New theme for my blog is Fresh, New and Unadulterated.
I'm going through a metamorphosis period in my life, and this blog is my decoy diary meaning I have to make-up her up too..
Ciao, bellas.
Monday, September 18, 2006
:*: He says Love is Bullshit :*:
But this is what I think Love is.
Perfect love is rare indeed - for to be a lover will require that you continually have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain.
Agree?
Sidenotes:
I want it more than That baby.
Perfect love is rare indeed - for to be a lover will require that you continually have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain.
Agree?
Sidenotes:
I want it more than That baby.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
:*: Contented :*:
Today is back to basic.
For the past week, I've been writing of daily life soap operas I've seen from my point of view. Well, today is something different.
Today is back to Me.
I'm feeling very love sick.
Is it love or infatuation?
I don't really know.
But this is what I think.
Infatuation is instant desire, like one set of glands calling to another.
Love is friendship that had caught fire. It takes root and grow's, one day at a time.
Infatuation is marked by a feeling of insecurity. you are excited and eager, but not genuinely happy. There are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, little bits and pieces about your beloved that you would as soon as examine too closely. It might spoil the dream.
Love is the quiet understanding and mature acceptance of imperfection. It is real. It gives you strength and grows beyond you to bolster your beloved. You are warmed by their presence, even when they are away. Miles do not seperate you. You have so many wonderful little films in your head that you keep replaying. But near or far, you know they are yours, and you can wait.
Infatuation says, "We must get married right away. I can't risk losing them."
Love says, "Be patient. Don't panic. Plan your future with confidence."
Infatuation has an element of sexual excitement. Whenever you are together, you hope it will end in intimacy.
Love is not based on sex. It is the maturation of friendship, which makes sex so much sweeter. You must be friends before you can be lovers.
Infatuation lacks confidence. when they' re away, you wonder if they're cheating. sometimes, you check.
Love means trust. You are calm, secure and unthreatened. They feel your trust, and it makes them even more trustworthy.
Infatuation might lead you to do things you will regret, but love never steers you in the wrong direction.
Love is upper. It makes you feel whole. It completes the circle. It fills the empty space in your heart. love is elevating. It lifts you up. It makes you look up. It makes you think up.
It makes you a better person than you were before. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things you don't have. If there is no love in your life, whatever else there is has a lot less meaning.
Sidenotes:
You never knew how you made me feel Contented.
For the past week, I've been writing of daily life soap operas I've seen from my point of view. Well, today is something different.
Today is back to Me.
I'm feeling very love sick.
Is it love or infatuation?
I don't really know.
But this is what I think.
Infatuation is instant desire, like one set of glands calling to another.
Love is friendship that had caught fire. It takes root and grow's, one day at a time.
Infatuation is marked by a feeling of insecurity. you are excited and eager, but not genuinely happy. There are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, little bits and pieces about your beloved that you would as soon as examine too closely. It might spoil the dream.
Love is the quiet understanding and mature acceptance of imperfection. It is real. It gives you strength and grows beyond you to bolster your beloved. You are warmed by their presence, even when they are away. Miles do not seperate you. You have so many wonderful little films in your head that you keep replaying. But near or far, you know they are yours, and you can wait.
Infatuation says, "We must get married right away. I can't risk losing them."
Love says, "Be patient. Don't panic. Plan your future with confidence."
Infatuation has an element of sexual excitement. Whenever you are together, you hope it will end in intimacy.
Love is not based on sex. It is the maturation of friendship, which makes sex so much sweeter. You must be friends before you can be lovers.
Infatuation lacks confidence. when they' re away, you wonder if they're cheating. sometimes, you check.
Love means trust. You are calm, secure and unthreatened. They feel your trust, and it makes them even more trustworthy.
Infatuation might lead you to do things you will regret, but love never steers you in the wrong direction.
Love is upper. It makes you feel whole. It completes the circle. It fills the empty space in your heart. love is elevating. It lifts you up. It makes you look up. It makes you think up.
It makes you a better person than you were before. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things you don't have. If there is no love in your life, whatever else there is has a lot less meaning.
Sidenotes:
You never knew how you made me feel Contented.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
:*: Stop trying to change Me :*:
Lately I've decided to write more on my personal views of what I see or hear in my daily life, rather than telling the whole world about my dramatic day. This is the small steps I'm taking to be a writer. So discuss and yell at me if you have to.
It seems there's a lot of talk with teens and individuality these days. With the ads and everyone saying to be yourself, you think everyone is completely distinct and different. After all you should always be unique and not be influenced by other people right?
What a load of bullshit.
First of all let me explain influence. Many people think you shouldn't let other people influence you because it will change who you are. Manipulating someone will take away their freedom and their own choices right? Well if you really believe that, answer this.
How did you pick what kind of clothes you like to wear?
Go to your drawer and pull out your favorite clothes. Look at them and ask yourself why do you like them.
Is it the color?
The designs?
Those cute frills or cool patterns?
Now ask yourself this question. Did someone influence you to like them? You're probably thinking "What are you talking about? No one told me to like these, I told myself that."
Well think of it this way, you like those clothes because you were influenced to. Look around you. Are people wearing clothes similar to you?
Chances are they're wearing jeans and so are you. You don't actually like them because of your own choice, you were influenced to have a liking toward your clothes.
It may be hard to grasp the idea so I'll try to give an example. I am an average teenager. Like all teenagers, I want a lot of stuff. Recently a lot of my friends bought the new iPod. Seeing that almost everyone has an iPod, I now wants one too. It doesn't matter if the iPod is useful or not, or the fact that everyone thinks its cool. Whatever the reason, it doesn't change the fact that I was influenced. I was manipulated into wanting the iPod.
Manipulated sounds like a harsh word, huh? Well technically I was manipulated, although you can use the word "influence" for a less brusque tone.
Even if people stopped trying to change you, its impossible to not be influenced in other ways. Anything can be an influence to anyone. Every action in this world results in some kind of change, even if its the slightest. Action turns into reaction, causes create effects.
Examples of influences and their results:
The child talks like a wannabe because the older kids talk like that.
The girl wears revealing clothes because she likes the fact guys check her out more.
(I know I always do that..)
Now there's nothing wrong with being influenced. After all everyone is being told to do things, or their surroundings are telling them. You can't escape it either. All around you things are telling you something.
The shopping mall is telling you to shop there. The health commercials are telling you to be more conscious of your health. Your group of peers are telling you to be more like them.
The world is constantly telling you something. Each living thing or object is talking to you. Everything in the universe wants to tell you things: they want to have a conversation with you.
These conversations can happen any where and at any time. In fact they do happen everywhere, every time. They may be saying things that you don't believe but the more they talk, the more you listen. And the more you listen, the more those crazy things sound perfectly right.
That my friend is what influence is.
The world tells you something and you either choose to listen or not. Once you listen to enough of the conversation, you slowly start to accept is as your values or beliefs. You absorb these conversations into your head, which turns into values because you refer back to it. What makes you you is your collection of these values and beliefs.
In this world, you are nothing: there is no such thing as being yourself.
Your personality and values: these things that make you you were already created a long time ago. You are just combining these materials, fabricating them into an unique creation. Wearing jeans isn't something new, and neither is being nice.
Your values were thought of already, you don't have anything original to offer. The only original thing you have is the unique combination of someone else's beliefs. You are a collection of influences and values, and you are constantly changing. That is what you are.
So now you understand why I don't like it when people say "Stop trying to change me!" or something like that. Remember you're just a vessel for storing different beliefs. Those beliefs will always change. It's not your will or choice. You are going to be different , you are going to adapt to your surroundings, you are going to change.
You are going to listen to those conversations, and you will believe them.
It seems there's a lot of talk with teens and individuality these days. With the ads and everyone saying to be yourself, you think everyone is completely distinct and different. After all you should always be unique and not be influenced by other people right?
What a load of bullshit.
First of all let me explain influence. Many people think you shouldn't let other people influence you because it will change who you are. Manipulating someone will take away their freedom and their own choices right? Well if you really believe that, answer this.
How did you pick what kind of clothes you like to wear?
Go to your drawer and pull out your favorite clothes. Look at them and ask yourself why do you like them.
Is it the color?
The designs?
Those cute frills or cool patterns?
Now ask yourself this question. Did someone influence you to like them? You're probably thinking "What are you talking about? No one told me to like these, I told myself that."
Well think of it this way, you like those clothes because you were influenced to. Look around you. Are people wearing clothes similar to you?
Chances are they're wearing jeans and so are you. You don't actually like them because of your own choice, you were influenced to have a liking toward your clothes.
It may be hard to grasp the idea so I'll try to give an example. I am an average teenager. Like all teenagers, I want a lot of stuff. Recently a lot of my friends bought the new iPod. Seeing that almost everyone has an iPod, I now wants one too. It doesn't matter if the iPod is useful or not, or the fact that everyone thinks its cool. Whatever the reason, it doesn't change the fact that I was influenced. I was manipulated into wanting the iPod.
Manipulated sounds like a harsh word, huh? Well technically I was manipulated, although you can use the word "influence" for a less brusque tone.
Even if people stopped trying to change you, its impossible to not be influenced in other ways. Anything can be an influence to anyone. Every action in this world results in some kind of change, even if its the slightest. Action turns into reaction, causes create effects.
Examples of influences and their results:
The child talks like a wannabe because the older kids talk like that.
The girl wears revealing clothes because she likes the fact guys check her out more.
(I know I always do that..)
Now there's nothing wrong with being influenced. After all everyone is being told to do things, or their surroundings are telling them. You can't escape it either. All around you things are telling you something.
The shopping mall is telling you to shop there. The health commercials are telling you to be more conscious of your health. Your group of peers are telling you to be more like them.
The world is constantly telling you something. Each living thing or object is talking to you. Everything in the universe wants to tell you things: they want to have a conversation with you.
These conversations can happen any where and at any time. In fact they do happen everywhere, every time. They may be saying things that you don't believe but the more they talk, the more you listen. And the more you listen, the more those crazy things sound perfectly right.
That my friend is what influence is.
The world tells you something and you either choose to listen or not. Once you listen to enough of the conversation, you slowly start to accept is as your values or beliefs. You absorb these conversations into your head, which turns into values because you refer back to it. What makes you you is your collection of these values and beliefs.
In this world, you are nothing: there is no such thing as being yourself.
Your personality and values: these things that make you you were already created a long time ago. You are just combining these materials, fabricating them into an unique creation. Wearing jeans isn't something new, and neither is being nice.
Your values were thought of already, you don't have anything original to offer. The only original thing you have is the unique combination of someone else's beliefs. You are a collection of influences and values, and you are constantly changing. That is what you are.
So now you understand why I don't like it when people say "Stop trying to change me!" or something like that. Remember you're just a vessel for storing different beliefs. Those beliefs will always change. It's not your will or choice. You are going to be different , you are going to adapt to your surroundings, you are going to change.
You are going to listen to those conversations, and you will believe them.
Friday, September 08, 2006
:*: Be in Control : Don't Retaliate :*:
Today I read this article about a murder. A man killed his friend, who molested his girlfriend. He couldn't control his anger and just stabbed the guy.
I'm not going to talk about molestation today by the way. It's a hard topic for me to discuss by the way.
So let's think about this situation. If your girlfriend were molested or hurt in some way, would it be right to kill the one who assaulted them? This is basically a question about values. Is it right to kill a man who has wronged? Is it even right to kill a man? After all, he did hurt your life in a drastic way. Don't you have the right to hurt him back?
This is the thinking of an avenger. An avenger wants to get even with someone who most likely has disrupted his/her life in some way. Revenge is usually considered bad, but the media portrays it as part of being a hero. The bad guy hurt the good guy so now the good guy has to get even with the villain.
As you can see, we live in a very vengeful society. Revenge is around us, from gang fights to getting even with your boss. If someone harmed you, harm them back. But is revenge really the answer to problems?
Let's look at an example. Boy A is a mildly violent middle schooler; he's basically a bully. Boy A feels like beating someone up so he picks the nearest kid, Boy B, and promptly lands a punch to the face. Now Boy B has two choices here. He could either retaliate and start a fight, or just do nothing and wait for an adult.
Now society tells us that not attacking means you're a coward. Frankly it's the opposite. If the other person keeps fighting, it means he can't control himself. He's weak. You're strong if you can tune out the peer pressure and the encouraging crowd. If he keeps attacking, you can keep blocking without causing harm.
So retaliation isn't the best course of action if you want to prove you're strong. If you really do have strength, use it to defend instead of attacking. Plus if you can keep blocking the blows, you'll look even cooler.
Monday, September 04, 2006
:*: I don't need a website to remember my Cliques :*:
Myspace is known for its popularity with online teens. But just because its popular doesn't mean its good. In fact Myspace is evil. Pure evil.
Because I'm feeling bored and ran out of ideas, I'm going to list reasons why Myspace should be sent to hell.
Cool New people
When logging in, Myspace greets you with pictures of random strangers. No they're not psychedelic stalkers, they're "Cool New People". Apparently Myspace thinks we want to be friends with child molesters.
Profile
No one needs to read your over-flashy and disorganized page. We don't need to know about your pointless life. Stop wasting your time updating your profile to make it look "perfect" when it was already doomed to begin with.
Profiles are also the gateway for Internet stalkers. Think of profiles as those big, flashy, Las Vegas style marquee signs. With flashy and pointless words everywhere, no wonder people are assaulted on Myspace. Your profiles practically say "Come in, its ok!".
Friend List
The friends list is the sole reason why Myspace exists. In my opinion, the friends list is highly inhumane. In Myspace, you are obligated to list your existing friends as an item or product of some sort. Adding them in your list like some crazed collector is the theme of this evil site. Funny thing is if you don't start treating your friends as products, they'll start getting mad. "Why haven't you added me yet, do you hate me or something?" I guess people do want to be treated as emotionless objects.
Top 8
Ah yes the infamous Top 8, one of the most hated aspects of Myspace. If collecting your friends wasn't bad enough, now you can label them as prized trophies. Problems arise once you have more than eight virtual friends. Friends in the Top 8 will glorify you and praise your kindness while the rest will feel resented at such a betrayal. You'll start getting flamed and your friends in real life will get pissed off because they aren't in your top 8 but a porn star is. Recently Myspace is able to view up to twenty-four friends at the same time now. Yay, we get a bigger trophy shelf now to objectify friends.
Comments
If anything can even come close to the heinous Friends list, it would be Comments. Someone needs to tell me what's the point of leaving a comment. Does "nice page" or "thx for the add" actually help you? No I don't think so, and neither does spamming smilies and those animated GIF's. I doubt comments were created for "commenting" because now they're mostly used to talk about personal lives. Well we don't need to know about how you think your face is ugly or what you were doing last night in bed. These conversations don't belong in a public website that millions around the world can view. They should remain in instant messaging, the phone, or even better, Real Life.
Popularity
Some users want to be friends with "cool" people in their school. These pitiful myspace users are stuck in the illusion that cool people actually log on to myspace. These loners think that by adding them, their popularity will go up. These desperate myspace users think they're popular now just because some lame user added them. They can't be friends with the cool kids in real life so they add them in some fake virtual online page. Yeah they're that desperate. Contrary to popular belief, adding celebrities and porn stars doesn't increase your status in society either. Frankly, it lowers it. Saying "your a frekin hawt babe" won't win over anyone of the opposite gender.
So that's my list of why Myspace sucks. Now that you know that Myspace is only for petty flirting, wannabes, and emos, get off and start living a real life. Instead of torturing yourself from the lack of comments, go and find a more productive and less evil hobby.
Thinking back, I wasted my time that night at May's house opening a new account on Friendster, cause my old one was a history.
Because I'm feeling bored and ran out of ideas, I'm going to list reasons why Myspace should be sent to hell.
Cool New people
When logging in, Myspace greets you with pictures of random strangers. No they're not psychedelic stalkers, they're "Cool New People". Apparently Myspace thinks we want to be friends with child molesters.
Profile
No one needs to read your over-flashy and disorganized page. We don't need to know about your pointless life. Stop wasting your time updating your profile to make it look "perfect" when it was already doomed to begin with.
Profiles are also the gateway for Internet stalkers. Think of profiles as those big, flashy, Las Vegas style marquee signs. With flashy and pointless words everywhere, no wonder people are assaulted on Myspace. Your profiles practically say "Come in, its ok!".
Friend List
The friends list is the sole reason why Myspace exists. In my opinion, the friends list is highly inhumane. In Myspace, you are obligated to list your existing friends as an item or product of some sort. Adding them in your list like some crazed collector is the theme of this evil site. Funny thing is if you don't start treating your friends as products, they'll start getting mad. "Why haven't you added me yet, do you hate me or something?" I guess people do want to be treated as emotionless objects.
Top 8
Ah yes the infamous Top 8, one of the most hated aspects of Myspace. If collecting your friends wasn't bad enough, now you can label them as prized trophies. Problems arise once you have more than eight virtual friends. Friends in the Top 8 will glorify you and praise your kindness while the rest will feel resented at such a betrayal. You'll start getting flamed and your friends in real life will get pissed off because they aren't in your top 8 but a porn star is. Recently Myspace is able to view up to twenty-four friends at the same time now. Yay, we get a bigger trophy shelf now to objectify friends.
Comments
If anything can even come close to the heinous Friends list, it would be Comments. Someone needs to tell me what's the point of leaving a comment. Does "nice page" or "thx for the add" actually help you? No I don't think so, and neither does spamming smilies and those animated GIF's. I doubt comments were created for "commenting" because now they're mostly used to talk about personal lives. Well we don't need to know about how you think your face is ugly or what you were doing last night in bed. These conversations don't belong in a public website that millions around the world can view. They should remain in instant messaging, the phone, or even better, Real Life.
Popularity
Some users want to be friends with "cool" people in their school. These pitiful myspace users are stuck in the illusion that cool people actually log on to myspace. These loners think that by adding them, their popularity will go up. These desperate myspace users think they're popular now just because some lame user added them. They can't be friends with the cool kids in real life so they add them in some fake virtual online page. Yeah they're that desperate. Contrary to popular belief, adding celebrities and porn stars doesn't increase your status in society either. Frankly, it lowers it. Saying "your a frekin hawt babe" won't win over anyone of the opposite gender.
So that's my list of why Myspace sucks. Now that you know that Myspace is only for petty flirting, wannabes, and emos, get off and start living a real life. Instead of torturing yourself from the lack of comments, go and find a more productive and less evil hobby.
Thinking back, I wasted my time that night at May's house opening a new account on Friendster, cause my old one was a history.
Monday, August 28, 2006
:*: That's "my T"-shirt you Asshole :*:
Hey ever want a personalised T-shirt? Check this website out.
My T
By the way.
"Never assume. It makes an ASS out of U and ME"
Saw this on some website.
Tacky ain't it?
Monday, August 07, 2006
:*: People Under The Pillow :*:
I'm sure aren't dumb
No ones there to tuck you in tonight
Its not easy to be bold
When you're in doubt
Right now
I just feel like we're oceans apart
I'm not sure about it at all that your gone
And I can't believe I'm wrong to touch you
Can't believe I'm wasting the moment in your room
Am I alive?
Well I can't believe I'm wrong to touch you
Can't believe I'm only wasting blowing up my eyes
My days are colder
Cause I can't tell you whats wrong
Sunday, August 06, 2006
:*: Your Hand In Mine :*:
So how has it been going? This week has been very eventful with plenty of things going on for me. I really enjoy getting older. While many women usually hate seeing the digits increase, I seem to revel in ageing because it makes me feel all grown up and hopefully, I will become an adult someday.
I am comfortable being where I am physically. No more fad diets, screaming at the weighing machine, avoiding all my favourite foods and feeling body conscious anymore. Jiggly belly? Cellulite? Nah, they don't bug me anymore. Why cry foul at something that will waste away when you die anyway? Body image is probably one of the biggest, most hyped up lies ever told in the history of mankind in my opinion. Live an active lifestyle, eat right and everything will go fine.
I am comfortable being where I am mentally. I used to give myself plenty of flak for not reading enough, for not being able to use difficult words that most people don't know the meaning of. I used to rue not fully mastering subjects that interest me, such as languages, art and music. However, screw it all.. I understand smatterings of different languages that can be useful to me as a tourist. I have made stuff for school and for fun before. So even if I don't master them entirely, at least I can say, "Been there, done that, took the photograph and bought the t-shirt." Perhaps one day I may decided to pursue on with my studies to the highest level as possible, but I have a feeling that I am pretty much done with books.
I am comfortable being where I am spiritually.I realised that I wasn't honest with God, the people around me and myself. I am a spiritually lazy arse by nature. I don't pray, well I still do occasionally and it is hardly ever when I am in trouble by the way. I have never renounced God or faith. I used to be so conflicted in the past that it brought about depression (yeah who knew that a Supreme Being can cause you to go crazy like that), among other things of course. But after plenty of resolve, I decided to be true to myself and I am happier for it. I still am in conflict sometimes, but that is only with the parental unit, who is deeply religious and think me as a backslider and who never fails to pray loudly almost every night for the redemption of my soul.
I am comfortable being where I am socially. Last year and this year has simply been the best years for social engagements. Thanks to blogging, I found myself meeting really cool people - too many to mention, which still astounds me to this day. The friendships that I have had all along grew, as new ones were made. Though I am poorer for it, the experiences and friendships forged along the way have been worthwhile. But above all, one particular friendship from those adventures grew into love and what more can a girl want really?
Turning 19 couldn't have been better and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way than just being me.
And as I was talking to Kevin on msn just now, he told me on how his friend got bang on the net for writing something which was sort of contains racism on her blog.
Well I think, having a blog can be liberating. You type in your feelings and thoughts, but having a blog doesn't automatically give you the right to be disrespectful, throw entire caution to the wind, etc because a blog is public. People read blogs and chances are people read the thoughts you painstakingly type out and post too.
The recent events of racist bloggers and the subsequent uproar over freedom of speech and bloggers fearing they will be next because they think what they write may be used against them in the court of law astounds me. Firstly, if you have not posted anything remotely seditious, why are you quaking in your pants? If you have not defamed anyone why do you fear a lawsuit? If you understand firstly that your blog is public (for those of you who think otherwise, I suggest going back to regular pen and paper) and people read it, you will know that you are responsible for what you say because those words belong to you.
Like it or not, people form opinions about things they read online or offline. A blog may be personal, but in the public sphere, it becomes an information gateway for readers to absorb information that you choose to release. In this case, the two people who were charged with sedition probably didn't think they would be caught because they were either of the view that it is the web and it is freedom of speech, or they think they can be anonymous (anonymity is a huge myth on the web) and lastly and possibly they are racists whose views are so skewed, it doesn't really matter to them because they think they are absolutely right.
So the gist of it is responsibility. Of course responsibility is in itself subjective as what is responsible to me may not be the same for you and vice versa. But I think the universal consensus is that if it doesn't cause anyone grievous physical, emotional and mental hurt, you are generally responsible (note I use the word grevious as I beleive whatever anyone says will hurt a person in one way or another, but what is important is the degree of infliction). People may say that being responsible in itself is self-censorship. I think not. Being responsible about what you blog doesn't take away the message, just the juicy sensational bits.
If I chose to talk about hating someone, I can go on without naming the person, describing the person and much less point out the colour of his skin. If I am upset with a person for say, poor services, what good does it do for me to point out his ethnicity (doing so just means that I am stooping so low without any personal integrity and having the audacity to be angry at someone for something he can't change, i.e., his race), when perhaps the reason why he is so bad at his job is because he isn't motivated enough or maybe because he is having a bad day or maybe even it's because I suck as a customer and was giving him bad vibes or being a total arsehole.
No one is an angel. People who may not be racist may be prone to bouts of prejudice on occasions (there is a difference between prejudice and discrimination). Sad to say that perceptions and stereotyping exists because of this wonderful synapses in our brains. We can condition ourselves to be tolerant, not care or simply try to be friends with people of all races, but some things cannot be changed because they are too etched into our belief system* for us to change them all in a lifetime (by the way, while we are on this topic, isn't preference for a particular race also considered as a form of racism?) The only thing we can do is when we catch ourselves thinking thoughts we ought to keep to ourselves, we ought to keep it to ourselves and not go telling the whole world about them.
Romp sent me an instrumental song, Your Hand In Mine by Explosions In The Sky. Pretty neat song. Calms me down, after I went ballistic with my boyfriend Bakry just now for some turd reasons. Just need to put it on blog for everybody to hear. Close your eyes and feel it...
Romp says:
tell me how it is alright?
Miss Eryn says:
no singing?
Miss Eryn says:
lol
Romp says:
nope its instrumental la
Romp says:
just close ur eyes and feel it
Miss Eryn says:
feel what
Miss Eryn says:
lol
Miss Eryn says:
that sounds pervertish
Miss Eryn says:
lol
*(after few mins)*
Miss Eryn says:
its lovely.
Thats the word.
Lovely.
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