5 posts tagged “love”

I hate texting people but now I'm also starting to resent calling people because it's such a rare occurrence for people to answer their cellphones or to not be busy. Perhaps it's combined with the conditioning of people not wanting to take my calls. Not that those people are important to me anymore. Right now, it's funny. It's like I'm in this funky place in life where sincerity is so scarce. I'm laughing again because I'm angry, disappointed and laughing is going to make it go away, if not my concerns over these petty matters will.

It's a dark place to be when you don't believe in love or relationships anymore. Not that I really don't, it's just that I've been conditioned. It's not about finding someone, the right person will come along soon blah blah whatever, it's the emotional/mental blockage that I'm at now that is so interesting because conditioning is evidence of the very real distinction between the conscious and subconscious; that subconsciously I really feel like every guy just wants to get into my pants and kick my dignity to the floor but on the other hand, I know that men are capable of love and sincerity too. Another aspect of this funk I'm going through now is with vomited philosophies and ideas. People need to be larger representatives of their philosophies rather than being geeks who cite Nietzche over coffee and biscotti and then let their words evaporate into thin air. Philosophy is the narrative of life that needs to be acted upon more than spoken. It is inert; it's ideas that so easily build on the ideas that you already have so are they really new? No. Just updated so what's the hype? And we think that we learn so many new things from conversations but they're just updates of things that we previously know and it's directs you to a collective consciousness that's been building up either since two days ago to an infinity before you were even born. So why aren't people more casual about these subject matters instead of trying so hard a la 'Waking Life' or Woody Allen?

I guess I've come to the point where talking about these things doesn't stimulate me as much as it does seeing it manifested in a real person or as suggested ideas through an art form or metaphor instead of whoring yourself out and going "this is what I think - blah". You have to flirt a little with what you know, not just "omg are dreams more real than life or is it all perception?" Elude this adolescent Kafkaesque bullshit. What's the point of studying Camus to death if you're just going to die anyway? Do you see the irony here? Why turn philosophy into a textbook and continue to suck on the teat of publishers without any evidence of being someone who lives these philosophies naturally? Rather than knowing them and living your life citing an idea that you could have developed yourself in time, what about outrightly just being them here and now? That is real, that requires no reincarnation, no dreaming state, it is knowledge in real time which is as altruistic as it gets.

I'm fed up of college kids harping about this crap, beer in hand, oh look what I learned in class; coffee drinking, wireless mooching, oh guess what I heard during an art show. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. I'm so jaded. I want to turn the page. I want to talk to someone I want to talk to, on the phone, I don't care if I'm busy, I want someone to interfere with my life and drop everything because they feel I am more important than whatever I'm doing. I want someone to want to span and close the space that separates us. Why do so few people want that? What is this fear over answering the phone or calling people like it lowers you to respond to another human being? There's such a deficiency of truth and breathing emotion in people. It's insecurity. What is the point of collective consciousness when everyone's afraid of not talking out loud because the next person might think that they're crazy? Or maybe they're not aware of the potential of collective consciousness. Fucking zeitgeist, man. We're all made out of the same components, how far apart could we be from the next person? Insecurity stems from the fact that we cannot read each other's minds when somehow we're all roughly capable of having the same ideas as the next person which is why we say "yeah, I know" more than "gee, I never thought of it that way before." Then that's why people lie. We don't want people to read our minds because we have something to hide. We have hidden intentions and we hide ourselves because we lack confidence in bringing our desires to reality so we create fantasy. We hinder our true selves, true desires and bullshit around to get what we want through illicit means. Why? Because it makes things more interesting or is it really just fear that makes us beat around the bush? I throw my hands up in the air to this.

Maybe we should just stop pretending we're all doing something more important and pick up the phone when it's ringing. Span and close that space that separates us.

"I hate horses. I think they smell and I don't like how people ride them, control them."
"I like horses. I like to think I can talk to them and they can understand me."

Those Happily Never Evers

Some things come back to haunt you no matter how far you go. Turning 21 wasn't a problem. Facing facts that I had to start cutting people off was. It's uncharacteristic of me to do that to people who I don't feel aren't complete reprobates. I'm surprised at myself, really, that I've adopted the politics of becoming an adult. I don't mind growing up but I was a little ashamed of it. I am ashamed of closing doors but I had to keep big, bad wolves from coming in. I benefited from it largely and have never been happier. I think it's just the giving up on anything that really bugs me.

I'm not afraid of celebrating birthdays anymore. Other than last Sunday which got intense when I had a close encounter with two guys who were trying to kill each other with their eyes because they respectively wanted to sex me up at 4am. I was tipsy and twisted them into cockblocking each other out till I decided it was time for bed alone. Now that was a birthday party.

I liked 19 and 20. They were both good years and now I've 361 days of 21 to look forward to. Weeks before turning 21 I could feel my body changing; pubescence was ending. I no longer lose weight, my fat just shifts to the right places no matter how much I work out, which isn't so bad. Curves take place where bones used to protrude and I can't imagine now what it feels like to physically feel any older. It's unfathomable but getting natural curves like Bellucci is something to look forward to.

21 means getting stronger without getting deterred or distracted; no longer being afraid of being alone - a very impressive lesson to learn at my age. I'd take the single life to being treated like trash any day by people I put on pedestals and I'm glad I've outgrown those days where I'd take someone's abuse for the sake of feeling. These people bore me to tears and I'll no longer. Not if it compromises my dignity, integrity or reputation but most importantly - my progression. Love, I am free from your shackles now. Have a good life.

• "Bare Hands" (before colour correction)
  

I've been having a miserable day so to distract myself from losing my mind this is the product of two hours of random thinking:

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Are all anecdotes fictional?

Even if an anecdote is based on a true occurrence, because all anecdotes are condensations of incidents. One can never wholly comprehend the entire event out of details that may have been left out or not, because of considerations which have yet or will never be considered. Also because of the infinite expanse of alternative perceptions, language, details and context will always be be left out when true events become condensed into the spoken word.

Ergo, if anyone would ask me if I prefer to documentary over narrative, I can easily say that there is no difference. After all, equal amounts of effort are put into the making of either. It's just that documentary or anything related to 'truth', education and information weighs heavier significance on our morals. I say morals because there is nothing that we do consciously or subconsciously that has been instigated without a certain measure of our beliefs and what we know. The closest thing we might have to re-representation however, I suppose, is unedited cinema verite.

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Marxism

I am opposed to the purest concept of communism. Indeed, capitalism is a monopolisation by greedy men wearing self-appointed hats, deeming themselves superior to the working and unemployed class. However anyone that can think that the exact opposite of capitalism, that is communism, must be an idiot as extremes benefit no one. Extremes are the either ends of opposites and when we are attempting perfection, note that perfection is a concept, not a single cold hard law. Everything in nature must have equilibrium. Living life under extreme circumstances of either capitalism or communism is benign. It is merely a swap of control and power when it is always that mother and child will learn from one another.

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Love, Death and of course, Religion

I watched "Waking The Dead" today and cried like a bitch. Maybe it's that I'm so affected by mortality that stories about lovers, where one of them dies, almost always get to me. I've always been easily affected by death. Maybe my soul mate is already dead. Or that I haven't met anyone new to love which means he has not come into existence in my life yet. No one can be alive if they have not been born yet.

Is it really that simple? That all you have to do is wait around for the right person, for the next milestone to happen? That sounds like such an uneducated assumption. It is a concept that emphasises the existence of fate and I find that really disturbing. I hate leaving my life to something else. I would hardly call it a higher power. I don't believe in a so-called higher power. I believe in a god in a why-not way. I don't think god is greater than me. If I had the same powers as god and you could tell between him/her and I, who does a better job, then there would be a higher power. I mean, if you think about it when you have athletic competitions they are divided into male, female, age and weight et al why? Because you can't compare and compete everyone in one go when we all have different assets. I don't feel like I need to regard god as a higher power when even if he really did create the world, I obviously cannot compare his power and mine. Am I supposed to be humbled? Instead of just being grateful, need I revere a doctor or lawyer for being able to do what I cannot? Supposedly I will not be given more than I can handle, so what purpose is there to asking for help through prayer? Furthermore I'm an existentialist. What use is there of considering all things but the fact that life is life and it does not need to be mystical to work? I don't require any more purpose to live than my direction in life. I don't need a religious god to steer my life.

The concept of a religious god is inane anyway. Variety in religion is like variety among football teams. It's cultural. It's based on what you were born into, who introduced you to the team/religion, where you were when you first discovered your love for that team/religion. It has little to do with truth or evidence especially since religion is about faith.

When someone tries to sell you any of the three main religions: Christianity, Islam or Judaism they always follow the same cyclical presentation: source. Source, where did the universe come from? Bla bla, facts of life discovered before refined science. They always use hard evidence with such conviction and when you ask them for hard evidence of anything else, you have to fill in the blanks with faith. If you could fill in the blanks with faith, why bother talking about fact in the first place? Why can't the origins of all existence, all our questions about anything and everything be answered with 'faith'? How does the balance between fact and faith bring you closer to the meaning of life? How different is that to the contrast between fact and fiction? Faith is imagination and therefore, consolation.

Even if they get the scientific things right like how fetuses are formed then how does that make the stories of the prophets true? It's like scientific fact is the hook and the rest is a short biography of the past couple of hundred centuries. But then again the church opposed Galileo Galilei's findings on the Earth's rotation, accusing him of heresy, when Albert Einistein considered Galilei the father of modern science. Now what? I can understand the need to feel a connection to a particular religion but how can one do so without considering that every one's choice of religion is pure circumstance, not entirely a decision made out of pure, calculated deliberation. I would at least submit to the idolatry of a placebo before which. I would much rather prepare myself throughout my life for err before aiming as high as attaining divine altruism.

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I hate the end of semester. I can't get myself together or much of a film crew for that matter. I can understand how everyone's so busy and everything here but do the rest have to be so fucking closed off? Bastards. Morons. Furthermore the course here basically requires you to be a one-man studio which is STUPID for film under any circumstance. All I want to do is graduate on time. Jesus fucking Christ is that so much to ask?

Fuck structural education. As if I didn't already have enough to worry about.

Kota Kinabalu

Coming back to the city, to home. I'm surprised how much people know about me when I can hardly remember their names. They know what country I'm in. They know I'm 'creative' when we hardly talk about art. I guess profile pictures tell a lot about a person.

I tore my contact lens last night when in a drunken state. I can't find my glasses. I'm wearing mismatched contact lenses which is making me go cross eyed. I've been drinking nearly every day since I got back and I like it. I've been going to the gym 4 consecutive days in a row and I can feel the difference. Not see, I'm actually gaining weight for some strange reason. My appetite is still quite regular. Could be the beer but I seriously don't want to blame the alcohol.

I feel more atoned now that my romantic life's (all two of them) evolved into something more platonic. It's strange not to have anyone properly, officially or surely desire you and vice versa but I'll manage somehow. All the same, being treated like a friend feels much better than being treated like crap. I guess it's just that I would've died of boredom if I didn't put up with the crap that I did because without it, well, it makes me wonder if maybe the late Geraldine was right. She wanted to put stuffed animals around a table to 'symbolise' them eating. Maybe we don't actually do anything in life. Maybe we just 'symbolise' ourselves doing them. Maybe I didn't want a relationship or to have mutual feelings with Phantom and Fling. Maybe I just wanted to 'symbolise' a sort of relationship to compensate for not having anything. Until I do find mutual love, I would no longer have symbolised that I have achieved this. I would have tangibly attained it.

And I'm 'reinvestigating' my old beliefs that date back to my seven year old self. How do people fall in love? How do two very different individuals come together? Being one individual is complicated, intricate enough. How do you find someone else who is just as detailed in their individuality, to be compatible with you? What are the chances of that happening? I always wondered this and yet it works, so I later came to find. People on the street call them 'innies and outties'. No. Horoscopes. I do believe in horoscopes and reading people based on them. Not the daily horoscopes but in understanding a person's personality. I would never have survived any of the Geminis I've met if it weren't for my understanding of their nature. It's not logical but it's factual and handy. This is about the only thing that my logical self will not question. That and who made the universe and how because I really don't fucking care. It's there. Live on it.