she's barely a year old,

and no i am not referring to a human baby. she is my dog. we named her blacky well i wouldn't say that we named her named her more like we gave her a title for us to call since we couldn't really agree on one single name, hence the slight-lower-than-common name. anyway i just call her girl. like you know 'come here girl'. *shrugs*.

she chews random stuff. a lot. okay scratch that; she obliterates the stuff that she lay her muzzle on and i am not exaggerating when i use the word obliterate. take for example, our newspapers. there would be umm the startwo portion at the left side of our lawn, the sports section at the other side, if you wanna read the national news head on to our porch and if you are keenly interested in catching up day to day world news...well let's just say it'll probably be partially digested by enzymes in her stomach. then there are our shoes, slippers blah blah.

thing is..it's okay when those things are cheap but then sometimes our human minds slip and we err, like we forget to bring in our fav pair of sneakers or heels and the world comes to an end for them footwear. sigh. my parents are really angry at her at those times and they are this close to relocating her at some far far away remote area.

and i am torn right in the between. because i can understand why she bites and chews, non-stop. because it's in her nature..it's not like she bears us any ill will and thus take revenge on our belongings lying outside. but then again, my footwear has never exactly been fallen victims to her. so i wouldn't be able to empathize with them. besides i would hate myself if i hit her too hard for doing such things, the actions that we humans label as disciplining the dogs.

so yeahhh. sigh.

!@#$%^&*

i can't. maybe it's too much. i don't know if it's my fingers that are too slow and frigid or maybe it just takes time. but i really suck at guitar. sigh.

buttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt...on the other hand! :D i can play the first page of that song already ( looking below, which is like the first 30 seconds HAHA yeshh i know it's still far far away from completion ) 

YAY ME BABE.

caressing your keys,

this is the song i am learning as of now.

it's nearly impossible, i am rusty...but motivated and nothing's gonna stop me :D

it's day two of practices. and i can barely finish the first half of the first page of the total of six pages ): how to make it in a week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

do you know? does she?

i wonder if that MARRIED woman knew i was giving her that why-are-you-with-your-husband-when-you-can-be-having-fun look. i think i even went to the extent of trying to make it seductive but it probably didn't go as i planned.


am i scaring you readers..

(:

no random rambling about unrelated stuff that only interests my mind this time.

i have a short term goal in mind. though it will probably take me years. i wanna be a one-man musician :D

keyboard, guitar, violin and drum. imagine if you could loop the first three and touch it up with drums.

dolphins, frogs & fortune tellers,

why debate on the existence of god. it's relative to asking our adorable sea mammals the dolphins to take heed and believe in the theory of relativity. or physics if that matters. i remembered once saying that if history showed the name of one god, similar depictions of the god and the same entirely plausible, magnificent stories of that very god throughout the entire world, then i'd believe because that would show the presence of a higher being that has gained recognition in all our ancestors' eyes. but till then...

anyway. who amongst you out there believes that dictionaries are made by God?! RAISE YOUR HANDS.

i am sorry to disappoint you but the TRUTH is...they are made by humans ( oh shocking isn't it? ) ; most of the words we use these days are figured and thought up by people of the past or if they are still alive, present ( minus out those new found words ). so why do we let our choices of words be dictated by people of the past? ( or the present if they are still alive ) ; eg, colloquial, rude or slang words weren't colloquial, rude or slang words a long time ago. they were the same as dad, mum, chicken, house, sun, moon or even the galaxy. some idiot or shall i say a group of asinine fools decided to categorize them in that manner. sure sure you will retort who am i to undermine the significance of these thick thick books [ or the group of geniuses behind them ] that explain thousands and thousands of words but you are getting me all wrong. i am not going to waste my time nor your time arguing frivolously about whether hmm for eg, fuck is a bad word or not; it's futile it's an irreversible effect on our lives. but i am trying to point out this mistake.

here's a simple analogy. we segregate a group of human babies since childbirth and we bring them up nurturing them, ironically, with dictionaries but NOT SO ironically, dictionaries that we have modified. and in these audited books, we mark words like frogs or hello as rude, ergo putting them at the same level of the word bastard or fuck & then we reverse it, removing rude from those supposedly 'bad words'. wanna bet on the consequences? those children will grow up thinking, no wait, KNOWING that frogs and hello are bad bad words they should NEVER use when conversing with other people.

so tell me, is that right? all i am saying is who were they to start tagging words according to what they thought was right. but too bad dictionaries, the words and impact of the words have become ingrained in our lives. sigh.

let me move on to a less depressing pov i seem to have. and that is if you have not guessed, about fortune tellers. well, i must say that they must be really really exceptionally good with words. i don't wanna dwell too much into it or this post is going to hit the roof.

so let me just give you a sample sentence.
'why do you do it, things that you don't wanna do?'

does it apply to you? well because if it doesn't, either you are a saint which is impossibly impossible [ wait does the first impossible accentuate my second impossible or reverses it? gahh who cares, you get the gist ]
or you are a liar. get what i mean? i think these people who can magically see into our futures are just adept at reading our emotions, gestures and throwing questions ( given example ) like that at us.

but that doesn't matter, the point is what do you think?

HOROSCOPES,

do you really believe that and i quote ' heavenly bodies such as the stars, sun ( repetitive ) and the moon actually affect our lives' ? many a time we read those short excerpts about ohhhh (dramatic expression ) how you are gonna offend someone close, lose a little edge financially or even find some goodness in something we have always thought as evil; to me, my eyes devour those very words every afternoon when i read the papers for my own entertainment's sake.

let's be radically rational for a moment here, we effectively execute hundreds of actions a day, there is bound to be one single feat that is going to have a striking resemblance to those very words you read on that day. and even if it does not, your mind will deceptively twist facts just to match your horoscopes. the worst part is this, those whom religiously pursue such 'knowing' forecasts of their day to day life will eventually lead their lives around these intelligently phrased sentences.

furthermore, if i am going to be basing my life on these divine prophecies, i'd be marrying virgos, having scorpio kids, befriending libras and staying away from cancers ( information is randomly quoted ).

but then again, to all fairness, reading such great stuff about 'ourselves' can be mentally boosting ( refer to pic above ).

i'd leave you to decide on what is better for yourself.

every word is so precise, i doubt anyone can say it better,

i took this ( the paragraphs below ) from rowland's blog because they ring true in every direction.

we encounter ubiquitous people whom we rarely talk to, confide with, or even rely on. They are the most distant creatures within our closest proximities, the song fillers in our music albums, the untouched bottles of honey and cough syrup in our refrigerators, the inconspicuous little print ads in the pages of our daily newspapers, the coins left scattering on our dressers, inside our bags, on the coffee tables, and in the pockets of our jeans left hanging on bedroom walls.
We may not be fond of talking to them or befriending them, but trust somehow transcends the boundaries of friendship. Mutual assurance appears to be a subliminal stimulus that needs no meticulous thought-processing. Intimate familiarity becomes unnecessary a prerequisite to forging a bond of trust between two human beings. It happens just like that. Both sides of the coin appear to work on a different level of credence and faith, well outside the dimensions of cozy acquaintanceships and physical interactions.

Sometimes, the person whom you exchange the littlest amount of words with may well be the person whom you can trust the most.

GERMANY : WUNDERBAR

i am not going to lament on the Gs halt at 3rd place in World Cup 2010 because to me, they did a great job. though there is this little part in me that secretly ( apparently not a secret anymore ) wished they had gone to the finals. and go on winning the golden cup.

all i can say is that, they are a new team consisting of new young players whose skills and capabilities have yet to be polished and that for the next showdown in Brazil, no octopus, bird or creatures used to predict winners ( i know right, it sounds stupid, jeez humans ) is going to stop the Panzer Stampede.

and i am so happy that Thomas Müller was awarded the Golden Boot and the Hyundai Best Young Player Award. definitely a spur on for him :D

GO AND ROCK THE WORLD GERMANY IN 2014! :D
hopefully i get to watch it live in brazil ((:
btw, i recommend Meilani's posts on Germany's performance if you are a hardcore fan of the Germans like us :D

what does the rain do to you?

twisted in the meticulous conformity of life lies series of understated and overstated mysteries. ones that we will seek to understand, think we understood but actually never really getting it. it's quasi-magical. maybe it's best you leave it at that. but not me, my curiosity leads me. i don't settle.

it's raining.

makes you sleepy doesn't it? like you, rain has the same effects on me, yet, i prefer to think, just about anything.rain is in itself a microcosm present in our life. imagine this, imagine if you could slow down time according to the fraction you want to..till you could hear, feel and sense every single drop of the rain surrounding you, counting them until they get in sync with your heartbeats, witnessing each tear-shaped bubble of mixed water splash onto the cold hard ground, forming an ephemeral eddy exactly at the spot where it hit. and more drops splatter all around that spot, forming a cadence of sound...as if the rain is trying to speak to us an ancient secret.

well that is not what i was thinking anyway. my mind was more along the line of rainbows. ahh. one magnificent splendour of nature that our puny senses will never be enough to comprehend the simplicity, in which i am referring to the refraction of light as well as the complexity behind them rainbows. could really well make your day can't it? and the best thing is it comes after a rain usually, of course with certain environmental requirements. so you sleep, wake up and you open up your eyes to ravish in the beauty of nature.

btw, have you ever wondered, why rainbows are in the shape of frowns? i mean..there are raindrops all over the sky, shouldn't the whole sky be rainbow-coloured instead? call me naive but i am reading up on it to understand :D

hector who art thou,

the name itself scares me. brings out the living chills in me. never did like it probably because of the media, everytime he's either the mafia boss or someone who's lusting for a bloody-revenge. imagine i meet a new friend and i go, ' hey, you new here?'  and he goes, 'yeah my name is...hector' BRRRRRR. talk about first impression. i believe in first impression.

though that said, i ain't a fan of love of first sight. if you don't get the correlation, first sight is something like first impression. so yes. there are exceptions to what i believe in. our minds are very good at filling gaps or inducing selective blindness in our eyes, where we see what we want but not what we need. one of the many reasons rships flounder, you idiots. hence, next time you think it's love at first meeting, sight whatever, either you are desperate or you are wrong. dial it back a lil & you will see what i mean.

anyway back to the topic, i'd never name my son hector. never ever. since we are talking about babies, the first time cry of a baby is the most..THE MOST beautiful sound you'd ever hear in your life. definitely nicer than the noise your mum makes when she nags or the sound of your veyron cruising down the highway or how your partner moans. it symbolizes life, the beauty of life, the beauty behind life, the beauty around life and the beauty in your baby.

some random thought. i have always thought you could tell much about someone through his or her blog. and i doubt i am wrong. on another random thought. i don't know why i am putting myself through this confusion & pain. btw that was not an emo sentence, stupid shit word that is. i am happy, from all that i do on a daily basis. don't assume.