I've been home a lot this past week only because it has been raining soo much.
Not that I mind... I love the rain. Especially during the late afternoon. On a day like that, you'd most likely find me looking out of my window, just thinking.
I tend to think a lot... which is why I'm always quiet. Some people understand that... others just think I'm a snob because I don't enjoy talking all that much.
That's just the way I am though, as weird as it sounds.
I love being a hermit.
Anyway, I've been spending a lot of time on Youtube these days. I love listening to people sing their own versions of famous songs. Some of them are good, while others leave much to be desired. What I like most is watching people sing... the way their mouths move, and the expressions they make are captiviating at times. It sounds strange, but oh well.
It was two nights ago when I fell absolutely, and totally in love with this version of Linkin Park's "Shadow of the Day", covered by the members of Boyce Avenue:
The way the singer, Alejandro, sings... it's mesmorizing. I think I've watched this video a billion times since I've first seen it. The piano sounds beautiful as well. It's funny but, this version sounds waayy better than the original version.
Anyway... I just wanted to share some random thoughts with you.
Keep it classy folks.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Choice..
I wrote this a while back. I'm very private with my writing but I decided to post this up on my Myspace page... I know, trendy.
Enjoy.
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She was torn between the Sun and the Moon.
The Sun was her first love.
It provided her with blissful days, its sweetness filling her with warmth and peace.
She had fallen in love with the glory of the Sun and felt, for some time, that she could never love anything that way again.
She was wrong.
Upon the Suns setting, one night, the Moon came out to shine and for the first time in her life, because she had been blinded by her love for the Sun, she had seen the Moon.
She fell for it.
She fell faster than she had fallen for the Sun, almost instantly.
It enchanted her, made her feel new again.
She was refreshed by its glow and the coolness it brought with it.
It was like nothing she had experienced.
Slowly, as the days progressed, the young woman began to fall out of love with the Sun.
She would spend her days in the shade, fast asleep, or sometimes on edge, anticipating the coming of her beloved moon.
And come it did.
She would dance in the light of the Moon, a content smile upon her face at all times.
The Moon was hers, or at least, she wished it to be.
What confused her more than ever was that the Moon was never as constant as the Sun.
The Sun had been the same shape and size ever since she could remember.
She could always count on it being there for her, but the Moon was another thing entirely.
One night, it would be full, whereas on another night, it could hardly be seen at all save for the tiniest sliver.
As much as she loved the Moon, the fact that it kept her guessing seemed to vex her.
She would cry at times, wondering why the Moon never showed the same warmth the Sun had shown her.
She wanted the Moon to be as constant as the Sun and though she knew deep in her heart that this could never be, she still wept and hoped for it with all of her being.
After a night when the Moon had changed its form on her once again, she began to cry bitter tears.
The Sun came out, as usual, and took its place over the young womans head.
The tears that had stained her lovely cheeks had been dried in an instant as she felt the warmth of the Sun upon her fair skin.
She was at ease again because the Sun had once more given her the feeling of its steadfast peacefulness.
She spent the day basking in the heat of its rays without a thought about the Moon which had hurt her.
Once night fell, though, the Sun was gone and the Moon, full this night, took its place in the darkened sky.
It sparkled, as beautiful as ever that night, and made the young woman's skin glow and her hair glitter.
Try as she might, she could not help but feel entranced by the Moon and once again, she fell in love.
She was torn by her love for the two the next morning, as the Moon was fading and the Sun had barely peeked its head over the horizon.
She didn't know which she should love.
The Sun, constant and warm, or the Moon, ever changing and beautiful.
She wanted to love both but knew that this could never be.
She had to decide.
She wandered aimlessly across the Earth until she chanced upon something that was even more beautiful than the Sun and the Moon put together.
It was the Ocean.
Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the Ocean's waves roll back and forth, kissing the sand as it came and went.
She instantly longed to feel the touch of the Ocean upon her fair skin.
Desire tingled within her, leaving her breathless.
Though the Ocean was a thing of magnificent beauty to her, it was just as mysterious as the moon.
Just as unpredictable.
She knew that danger lurked underneathe the dark waters of the Ocean she longed to become apart of, and though she knew she should not risk her life in pursuit of the alluring Ocean, it called to her either way and she was helpless to it.
The Ocean...to her...was perfect.
It was also closer, and bigger, from her point of view, than the Sun and the Moon.
She was drawn to the Ocean, and soon, she found herself walking, as if in a trance, towards it.
The sand cooled the soles of her bare feet as she stared on, transfixed at the Ocean's sparkling surface.
An inkling of doubt stopped her in her pursuit of the Ocean that lured her.
She knew that she did not know how to swim and that the Ocean would only end up hurting her, possibly killing her.
Her steps faltered and she stood still for a few moments.
She was only a few feet away from the Ocean.
She did not want to risk her happiness and her life, and so she began to turn away, back towards the forest...but before she could do so, a single wave touched the back of her leg reassuringly.
That was all it took.
The young woman turned back now, towards the Ocean, and stepped into it with a smile.
Her heart leapt for joy.
She forsaw herself sharing many joyous moments with the Ocean, all doubts and fears swept aside.
And so she dove, head first into the Ocean...
and it took her in.
At first, it was warm.
It soothed her from head to foot, making her feel loved and wanted all at once.
She forgot about her dilemma with the Sun and the Moon.
She lived only for the Ocean now, and the Ocean lived for her...
or so she thought.
Had she seen more clearly, and listened to her better judgement, she would have known this to be false.
The Ocean did not live for her, as it had made her believe.
And it was not honest.
She thought she could tame it, and that the Ocean would someday love her as much as she loved it.
But she was wrong.
All at once, the Ocean tired of her.
It did not care about her beauty, or the kindness she held in her generous heart.
Neither did it care for the love she had shown it.
And so, in an instant, it tossed her back towards the Earth, ignoring her cries of sorrow and outrage.
It had drained all of her happiness and had taken advantage of her.
She felt used, and hated herself for letting herself fall so deeply in love with something she knew would never love her in return.
Though she did not dare enter the Ocean, she stayed near it, hoping it would extend it's arms towards her so that she may once again be apart of it.
But this did not happen.
The Ocean ignored her.
She wept at this.
She wept night, and day, her tears falling in endless streams.
The Sun did nothing for her, and neither did the Moon.
They were both helpless to her sorrow.
It wasn't until one night, when she had paced the sand that resided near the Ocean, that she had an epiphany.
The Ocean did not look as beautiful as it had looked to her on previous days.
It was gray now, and it's waves were choppy.
She was also well aware of the risk she had taken in loving the Ocean, and how she had been right in doubting it's love.
Slowly, but deliberately, she walked away from the Ocean.
She turned back only once, because she was only human, just to check if the Ocean still did not want her back.
It didn't.
Instead of crying, however, she held her head up high and continued on her way towards the forest where she would greet the Moon with a kiss, and where she would do the same to the Sun upon it's awakening the next morning.
She still did not know which of the two she should love, but her head seemed a lot clearer now, which was enough to satisfy her.
Enjoy.
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She was torn between the Sun and the Moon.
The Sun was her first love.
It provided her with blissful days, its sweetness filling her with warmth and peace.
She had fallen in love with the glory of the Sun and felt, for some time, that she could never love anything that way again.
She was wrong.
Upon the Suns setting, one night, the Moon came out to shine and for the first time in her life, because she had been blinded by her love for the Sun, she had seen the Moon.
She fell for it.
She fell faster than she had fallen for the Sun, almost instantly.
It enchanted her, made her feel new again.
She was refreshed by its glow and the coolness it brought with it.
It was like nothing she had experienced.
Slowly, as the days progressed, the young woman began to fall out of love with the Sun.
She would spend her days in the shade, fast asleep, or sometimes on edge, anticipating the coming of her beloved moon.
And come it did.
She would dance in the light of the Moon, a content smile upon her face at all times.
The Moon was hers, or at least, she wished it to be.
What confused her more than ever was that the Moon was never as constant as the Sun.
The Sun had been the same shape and size ever since she could remember.
She could always count on it being there for her, but the Moon was another thing entirely.
One night, it would be full, whereas on another night, it could hardly be seen at all save for the tiniest sliver.
As much as she loved the Moon, the fact that it kept her guessing seemed to vex her.
She would cry at times, wondering why the Moon never showed the same warmth the Sun had shown her.
She wanted the Moon to be as constant as the Sun and though she knew deep in her heart that this could never be, she still wept and hoped for it with all of her being.
After a night when the Moon had changed its form on her once again, she began to cry bitter tears.
The Sun came out, as usual, and took its place over the young womans head.
The tears that had stained her lovely cheeks had been dried in an instant as she felt the warmth of the Sun upon her fair skin.
She was at ease again because the Sun had once more given her the feeling of its steadfast peacefulness.
She spent the day basking in the heat of its rays without a thought about the Moon which had hurt her.
Once night fell, though, the Sun was gone and the Moon, full this night, took its place in the darkened sky.
It sparkled, as beautiful as ever that night, and made the young woman's skin glow and her hair glitter.
Try as she might, she could not help but feel entranced by the Moon and once again, she fell in love.
She was torn by her love for the two the next morning, as the Moon was fading and the Sun had barely peeked its head over the horizon.
She didn't know which she should love.
The Sun, constant and warm, or the Moon, ever changing and beautiful.
She wanted to love both but knew that this could never be.
She had to decide.
She wandered aimlessly across the Earth until she chanced upon something that was even more beautiful than the Sun and the Moon put together.
It was the Ocean.
Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the Ocean's waves roll back and forth, kissing the sand as it came and went.
She instantly longed to feel the touch of the Ocean upon her fair skin.
Desire tingled within her, leaving her breathless.
Though the Ocean was a thing of magnificent beauty to her, it was just as mysterious as the moon.
Just as unpredictable.
She knew that danger lurked underneathe the dark waters of the Ocean she longed to become apart of, and though she knew she should not risk her life in pursuit of the alluring Ocean, it called to her either way and she was helpless to it.
The Ocean...to her...was perfect.
It was also closer, and bigger, from her point of view, than the Sun and the Moon.
She was drawn to the Ocean, and soon, she found herself walking, as if in a trance, towards it.
The sand cooled the soles of her bare feet as she stared on, transfixed at the Ocean's sparkling surface.
An inkling of doubt stopped her in her pursuit of the Ocean that lured her.
She knew that she did not know how to swim and that the Ocean would only end up hurting her, possibly killing her.
Her steps faltered and she stood still for a few moments.
She was only a few feet away from the Ocean.
She did not want to risk her happiness and her life, and so she began to turn away, back towards the forest...but before she could do so, a single wave touched the back of her leg reassuringly.
That was all it took.
The young woman turned back now, towards the Ocean, and stepped into it with a smile.
Her heart leapt for joy.
She forsaw herself sharing many joyous moments with the Ocean, all doubts and fears swept aside.
And so she dove, head first into the Ocean...
and it took her in.
At first, it was warm.
It soothed her from head to foot, making her feel loved and wanted all at once.
She forgot about her dilemma with the Sun and the Moon.
She lived only for the Ocean now, and the Ocean lived for her...
or so she thought.
Had she seen more clearly, and listened to her better judgement, she would have known this to be false.
The Ocean did not live for her, as it had made her believe.
And it was not honest.
She thought she could tame it, and that the Ocean would someday love her as much as she loved it.
But she was wrong.
All at once, the Ocean tired of her.
It did not care about her beauty, or the kindness she held in her generous heart.
Neither did it care for the love she had shown it.
And so, in an instant, it tossed her back towards the Earth, ignoring her cries of sorrow and outrage.
It had drained all of her happiness and had taken advantage of her.
She felt used, and hated herself for letting herself fall so deeply in love with something she knew would never love her in return.
Though she did not dare enter the Ocean, she stayed near it, hoping it would extend it's arms towards her so that she may once again be apart of it.
But this did not happen.
The Ocean ignored her.
She wept at this.
She wept night, and day, her tears falling in endless streams.
The Sun did nothing for her, and neither did the Moon.
They were both helpless to her sorrow.
It wasn't until one night, when she had paced the sand that resided near the Ocean, that she had an epiphany.
The Ocean did not look as beautiful as it had looked to her on previous days.
It was gray now, and it's waves were choppy.
She was also well aware of the risk she had taken in loving the Ocean, and how she had been right in doubting it's love.
Slowly, but deliberately, she walked away from the Ocean.
She turned back only once, because she was only human, just to check if the Ocean still did not want her back.
It didn't.
Instead of crying, however, she held her head up high and continued on her way towards the forest where she would greet the Moon with a kiss, and where she would do the same to the Sun upon it's awakening the next morning.
She still did not know which of the two she should love, but her head seemed a lot clearer now, which was enough to satisfy her.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
and another one...
I just wanted to share this picture by Kinuko Y. Craft. It was illustrated for the cover of Patricia McKillip's book, "The Alphabet of Thorn". I <3 both Craft and McKillip. They successfully transport you into another world entirely. Enjoy ^_^
...My take on Hollywood....
Yesterday started off the same as any other day.
I worked out with Lisa and Sam, and then played a long round of Rockband.
I love that game.
At night, Mikee had invited me to go and have sushi with him, which is what we did. We went to a Thai place called, The King and I.
We had sushi and sweet and sour chicken. I love sushi. I hate fish, but I love sushi. What is wrong with me?
After, we met up with the gang and watched Hellboy 2. Now, the movie itself was funny. I enjoyed it more than the first... but Selma Blair's acting was... somewhere along the lines of Jessica Alba's acting mixed in with a bit of Hilary Duff's acting. That... is sad. I found myself cringing every time she spoke. D
on't get me wrong, she had the whole pout faced, hard ass look down pat, but the lack of emotion she used when speaking her lines was just atrociously noticeable.However, she was a must for the sequel simply because they had placed her in the first film.
Hollywood... is such crap. They recruit actors for movies based solely on their looks. Let's bring up Jessica Alba once again. She wants to take herself seriously but really........ she can't act. How does she expect to be in a huge blockbuster flick when director's only want her for certain roles because she's physically attractive. It sucks for her because she'll only ever be just a pretty face, and it sucks for the people who actually care about the acting skills of the actors they are watching in certain films. We have to suffer through emotionless lines and the zero personality she brings to the characters she portrays.
Now, I'm not only picking on Jessica Alba. There are plenty of actors out there who are picked for roles solely on what they look like. Orlando Bloom for one, Carmen Electra (shudder), Vin Diesel (where the attraction lies is beyond me), Camilla Belle (gorgeous but horrible at acting)... and others I am too lazy to mention.
As a movie buff, I adore watching movies that have an amazing cast, and excellent script, and an incredible storyline... but nowadays, it seems as if directors are just lowering their standards by hiring some super gorgeous actor for their movies just so that they can get more people to watch their films.
What ever happened to the art of movie making? As the audience, we're not only just watching a movie, but we're being captured by the story telling. Hence the reason why skilled actors are needed for certain roles. You want to feel the characters and cry, laugh, and get angry with them. I don't know about you, but that's why I watch movies.
Take "Steel Magnolia's" for example. I love this film. One of the reasons why it became such a hit is because of the cast. Sally Field, Shirley MacLaine, Olympia Dukakis, and Dolly Parton (she was amazing in this flick), all made the movie memorable with their chemistry and believable acting.
Then you have Sally Field, doing this:
and you realize how not only the cast was amazing, but how the story telling just picked at your heart and in less than two minutes, made you feel pity for Sally Field's character after the loss of her daughter Shelby (Julia Roberts), and then flipped the mood around and made everything lighthearted again.
That is what true movie making is. People in Hollywood just tend to forget that.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
New Beginning for an Old Passion.
Writing seems to be the only way to express my feelings thoroughly.
Yes, I have a trust complex, which is why I tend to bundle up any problem I may have and just hide it away somewhere in my mind. I've been this way ever since I could remember. I think it's because I've realized that not everyone cares about what I have to say... It's a terrible truth but then again, the truth hurts... in my case, it feels like a ton of bricks hitting me.
But anyway, off of that negative tip...
I love to write. Lately though, it seems as if I have given up on my old passion and have turned away from the one thing that has gotten me through many hard times.
I don't want to lose sight of what I see as one of the only talents I probably possess... that's why I've turned to writing blogs.
It seems I have a lot to write and yet nowhere to turn to let it all out.
So, with that, here I am.
Yes, I have a trust complex, which is why I tend to bundle up any problem I may have and just hide it away somewhere in my mind. I've been this way ever since I could remember. I think it's because I've realized that not everyone cares about what I have to say... It's a terrible truth but then again, the truth hurts... in my case, it feels like a ton of bricks hitting me.
But anyway, off of that negative tip...
I love to write. Lately though, it seems as if I have given up on my old passion and have turned away from the one thing that has gotten me through many hard times.
I don't want to lose sight of what I see as one of the only talents I probably possess... that's why I've turned to writing blogs.
It seems I have a lot to write and yet nowhere to turn to let it all out.
So, with that, here I am.
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