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Merry music we listen to.from the moment set into this realm of them, its been both a memorable and an uplifting experience. she brings with her, purity in its most purest form. a purity filled with innocence, of an untarnished
clatter of emotions. Life could never be complete, a picture forming, picture containing imagery of bliss,laughter and many long nights reminscing of what has become or what awaits or lurks in this thing they call life. a lifetime spent in each other's shadows, and sixty days spent immersed in each other's presence and thoughts. Normalcy is somewhat acceptable . the "glass is half full" after all, and whethere the chicken or egg comes first
whats the point, eventually it compliments each other to a world of evolution. the unexplainable becomes explainable. the answer she brings with great depth. the answer he provides with no questions.
Repition now is admist, in the daily ramblings, but its these repititions, that have the likings of a beat in music that
entertains the 'listener. Like all arrangements of sounds, there is a begining, there is a build up, and its back to to the begining, a cycle, that evolves with the listener constantly improvising to self preferences. "They say drink, eat and be merry, I say eat,drink and be merry with a listener that follows the same beat".
To messages in music we listen, to the listeners who listen to the music.
"Drink,eat and listen, for only the merry are able to do this".
our languageTechnology advances, people get educated, and economy rises & fall evolution occurs
despite it all there are still those who
talk' & 'listen
Very few get to 'hear' and 'speak' for when we are spoken to, one shall not just listen but to 'hear' and when one speaks, one must speak the language that can be heard.
Once she spoke I heard
Once I spoke she heard
His ReplyHis Reply:
The meeting of one’s soul mate can have a life changing effect on a person. You always tend to question if there exists of such a thing. Documentaries have shown the behavior of mammals, in the form of animals who search all their life for that one soul mate, and from there onwards it’s just a life of eternity, in tune, and together discovering the wonders of life.
They say, “Until you learn to take care of yourself, only then will you be able to take care of another” What did that mean? Why was all that important.
Thru the acts of unselfishness, an individual can disregard and put another ahead of oneself, an act defined, as giving one’s all. To the eyes of the cynic, it is a far fetched concept, and a path to disaster. Some understand these concepts, but to these ‘some’ it is merely an urban myth, a folklore told by wise ones. An idealists, will tell you, it is out there. Just a matter of searching, or simply to not give up on an idea portrayed in books or literature dating back. You go through life meeting many interesting individuals who cradle, guide, teach, or simply destroy every principle of belief you can ever have. Not sounding all too bitter, it is essential to weigh out the good and the bad. What are these ramblings? When you finally meet that one person, who changes you to become a better person, going through life with your eyes wide open, they say hold on. Hold on to it. Embracing this concept, this ideology or this train of thought that once existed has arisen again. I met her finally, the one thing I have been searching for all my life.
Penguins they call it. what she wrote for me "My Love. My Life. My World"He brings with him all the goodness I can ask for in a man and much more. His sincerity and honesty is his biggest asset. Loving him is effortless.Born in the same era, the same country. Grew up in the same vicinity. We were in each other’s presence since we were young though we did not know each other then. Years passed and we both led our lives, oblivious of the other’s existence. He lived abroad most of his life while I stayed. Despite the different cultures and environment, we share the same views, same thoughts, same taste in music even the same taste in food. Both found comfort in music, both grew up having same idealistic views of how love should be. Two complete strangers growing up and going through similar ordeals in life. ~Our paths finally crossed. We finally meet.~ Little did I know that I’d be having conversations with my soul mate over coffee and cigarettes. Life went on. We parted ways again. It just wasn’t the right time for us to be together… I thought I’ve been in love before. Maybe I was but it wasn’t TRUE love. In the relationships I had I used the term ‘love’ too many times. Yet a part of me always held back. It was as if I was saving that small part of me for my soul mate, only I didn’t know who he was or that I’ve met him. I was ready to settle for companionship. I was ready to settle for second best. But all that I went through in my previous relations, was just lessons for me to learn. I needed to gain more experience in the matters of love. Something I had to go through. Fate was telling me that I wasn’t ready for my soul mate. Had I voiced out then, it would’ve been different for I was still naïve, I was still confused. I was still cynical. I was still bitter from my last relationship. I wouldn’t have given him my all and he deserves my all and so much more. I needed to go crazy; I needed to find myself again. I needed to feel young again. And so I did. Despite all that, I found myself missing the conversations we had. Only to realize now I actually missed him. I would disregard the butterflies in my stomach every time I saw him or heard from him. I would ignore the sudden increase of my heart rate when I spoke to him. Ignore how my voice would somehow become airy if I asked about him. All the tell tale signs of me falling in love. Everyone saw it I guess, those little things that I ignored.
I grew up. I became tired of being youthful. I wanted to act my age. I wanted to be responsible. I wanted to come back down to earth -to reality. As destiny would have it, my soul mate was back as well. And so one fine day… it took us 264 days since the first day we met to voice out. Now…
I love you Asri. Always and forever, Important numbers A life of routine can take its toll on someone. Routine after routine, predictability in the words of others. For once, gone are the theories and in with a fresh ideaology- or an organized collection of ideas, that has been extinct for many years.
Many have questioned, the sudden move, the sudden change, the sudden embrace. Questions that have no answers, or questions that do not need any explanation. The logical aspect can bring down and invidual at times, sometimes letting go is essential, like riding a twirling rollercoaster without its safety harness. Just churning in various directions leading up to the number.
The 216, 8, 12, all symobolizations, "signs" or just numbers that stalk you, in the wee morning hours, cars, addresses, phones. No explanation can ever be found for this phenomenon. Just numbers that drive you, guide you to greener pastures.
The new numbers are up : 264-92. Essential numbers in the tracking down of moments shared and left behind.
To the numbers that serve, and to serve the numbers.
equationsThe equations that are created,(x)multiplied, (/)divided, (+)added onto, and the (-)minuses of equations.
= self actualization. What can be found in 92 daysWriting you something close to me, you hear me and you see me,
from here
just left nothing to do but believe in days with you
92 days the strange and beautiful to my strange and beautiful in life.
It can be amazing, how one minute you're ahead, and the next you're just trying to pace yourself. These are the glorius cycles of the scales.
Very few get total balance, but to those who do. it is complete fufillment. I finally have this so called balance. Balance is defined in all manners and forms. Just a matter of a personalised touch.
we all have merely answers for questions that unfold themselves from the month of July... ... simply monumental, like a baby learning how to walk.. the sounds, the silence all in tune to the movement that was once a pastime of the aged
the mechanisms have started its chain. here onwards is the glimpse of the stable union..unity, surpassing the unknown and back on track.
always remember, from the month of July
back to the roots, with the rooted, the seed.
plant it, water it, watch it grow truly mother's nature subconcious state taking full control
and then we blink. to open to the familiar.
the purpose One, can be truly convinced that at aspects of one's life, it is just a brim dark winding path, to some, acceptance has become the norm, while to others, a fighting spree to end the insanity it brings.
Very few find purposes. but the lucky few purpose comes in its most darkest hours. Like a lighthouse guiding a boat in a storm, a simple purpose with a big cause.
To the purposes that brings light, and to the purposes that defeats time..
and then we blink, in a blink. our purpose..
the farmsBack in the golden days many towns were affected by the "gold rush" individuals in search of riches, tangible objects of greed, or plain wastefulness.Guess nothing is ever enough.
still occuring,still the same cowboys.nothings changed.
difference. lost time gained,impurities no longer visible.go figure
thoughts and conversationsHe says : I' m not really too sure about this
She says : Well one of the many risks in life, that needs to be taken
He says : Things are way too different now, and besides things could be much more better for you
She stays silent and still, consuming his words,and understanding the reasoning involved. Maybe she will understand one day maybe not.
He says: Let time give you a glimpse for what has happened and maybe you will see it unfold.
She says: What if I over time, all is nothing but glimpses of what could have been.
He says: One of the many risks in life, that needs to be taken.
He takes a deep breath awaiting for this monumental event to occur,digs deep into his pockets looking for a cigarette, lights up. takes a deep long drag
and ' b l i n k s '
She says : ?
safety netsLike an tightrope artist,he/she must 1st learn to go thru its routine with a safety net, like a baby must 1st learn to crawl before it can walk.but at hand are the invisible safety nets created subconsciously by individuals. the tightrope artist walks, slowly,with ease,still with precise movements and full concentration.
then blinks.
what happens here?
continue this...
nicotine consumptionwonder what if we could all just take a series of moments in life both bad & good, slap it on a dvd, and hv it play continously with no intervals. makes the waiting easier, the losing easier, and the winning easier
straight to the point, no crap, A to B, getting rid of "to"
but then again would it really be more interesting, or do these intervals are very much needed, to as flock of audiences who go for their coffees,cigarettes,toilet breaks during the intervals very much given by plays, cause as much as it is for the audience, the actors need these intervals themselves, to regain composure.not only in plays, sports as well, after heavy blowsto the head, boxers are given these intervals, what they do, or think during these intervals,you cannot but help to see tht blank face, that looks onto us from the tube. call this ramblings, or much infused morning of nicotine & caffeine. lets figure out these intervals.
seems interesting, maybe not.but think about it.
purpose can't be defined,just constantly updated.
back to the nicotine sticks.
to blinkblink.
Its amazing what can happen in a blink of an eye,a quick handmovement, a change of path, more amazing,is what happens when one sleeps. the possiblilty is endless. lets pause and ponder.
call it a train of thought, but its just simply amazing.
another random note on a random hour
the intro. Preparation almost done, still some loose ends that needs to be tightened, got everything packed. almost gone now.the streets, the noise,human traffic, the sun, the doubts, and slowly and with ease things are just bout to go in turmoil. here's the glimpse.
and the plots are just bout to unfold. one last view,breath,
embarkment occurs.
illusion into reality Its amazing how the world,life works in its mysterious ways. One minute, its heading one direction and the next it completely diverts. Everything happens for a reason they say, all you need is just a glimpse what is ahead, chase it, and finally own it. just another puppet in the big play of the puppet master. now its all about trackbacks, venturing once again into hostile territories, or simply familiar localities. Back to the land of the dark, the cold.
The vast land that changes indviduals leading to a path where the grass is blue, and the rest is just nothing but tundras.
The new door has opened or merely a door that has been kept ajar, now it shall be embraced with full devotion. Where this path leads to is another ripple on a water still unclear what is waiting below to devour anything that comes into its wrath.
All about timing in journey, but as foreseen there is a bigger world out there waiting.Being level headed is crucial in the journey for knowledge, patience is needed, tranqulity is essential and finally complete solitude. Sacrifice is at hand, for if this journey bears no fruit will lead to nothing but just sheer disappoint in many aspects.
All seems clear, and logical. must turn illusion into reality
U.K. random moments The smell still vivid in the mind, the stench of pollution,car fumes, and population hooked on those so called relieving cigarettes, the dim lights that shadowed the pagoda, and the empty court where dreams were made,hopes were spoken of,and the talks to what has lead to NOW. and just time lost and stuck forever in a moment. and the architecture that surrounded the emptiness but yet was filled with life. memories of what was once a juvenile era, lost time, lost people. just nothing but images in the mind.
the thoughts what a friend sent...They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis" .
What you don't recognise is that they are realising that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realise that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't.
One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure. You "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,but by the moments that take our breath away."
what an interesting read... the twilight hours Mechanisms have all fallen in place. Piece by piece, at a slow place to form the bigger picture or to what some may say the pistons of the vehicle. regardless, today has somewhat been repitive, the sue's, the ann's,spanky and the rascals, all too repitive and mundane, not an uplifting manner but yet it dabbles in one's comfort zone, soon enough in a strike of hand, one portal : pause: and new sets of : play : .
following agenda :
mastering the art of locality
visual correction/ to decipher
overcome the fears
consumption of a diverse array of differences
to :un-pause:
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