this you can not stop

i don't care about what everyone else thinks, expects or wants; i just want to be me.

we won't know until we try

i don't even know what i want anymore. life gives me too many choices and i have no idea which ones to choose. it's hard to stay true to yourself when everything looks good. i think the problem is we like to ignore the bad aspects and cover them with the good. oh well i suppose all we can do is give it ago, try out hardest and be prepared for failure and success. i have no time for regret so i just have to keep myself guessing.

hold on tighter.

people who can't handle the truth need to develop a better grip.

just do it.

it's about running with purpose, keeping your head down and pushing forward.
it's about not getting dragged behind, maintaining balance and regaining control.
it's about doing it your way and not taking no for an answer.

Cherish

1 second and your last breathe may be cut short.

Live for today.

Tomorrow can be but a dream.

Please stop lying to yourself

Our beliefs are actually not truthful at all, for we choose to deem truthful what we accept as benefiting ourselves and not what is actually correct. Sometimes we need to step outside of ourselves and analysis whether everything we deem as truthful is not just what we wish was real and accepted. Don't live a lie.

success is but a state of mind

the most dangerous and intriguing moment is when we are pondering between a dream state and the reality of living. where it feels like anything is possible and nothing has any stability. i believe it is this phase when the people insane enough to think they can change the world actually become the people who do change the world. this is the moment when we are most vunerable yet most able to control our every thought and action. i wonder how much more fulfilling life would be if we lived in this transitional state of mind? is success really just a dream? or is it the dream the machine which powers our ability to reach our highest potential? we might never know, but hey all we can do wonder and do the best we can with whatever we have. the world is yours.

full circle

i sometimes wonder how long it is going to take for me to restore my karmic balance. this world is so twisted, hard to know what's right and wrong these days. i'll just do my best and treat everyone as fairly as i can, hopefully one day i'll be able to rest peacefully. i want to be remembered for all the good moments, not for all the bad times.

:S

i don't understand the fact that australia is supposed to be one of the most multicultural countries on earth, yet mainstream australian television is made up of people who are predominantly caucasian in appearance? i thought art was supposed to imitate life not falsify it.

talk the talk, walk the walk.

you know what, i could sit here for hours on end thinking and writing about what i should really be doing to make my life better. in all honesty, i'm done putting all my energy into telling people who i really want to be. i think there comes a time when you have to start doing exactly what you want to do regardless of other people's opinions. i mean it would be stupid not to take the advice of other people, but you can't always rely on someone elses experiences. when you do depend on what others have done, you never really get the opportunity to be tested, to see how worthy you are to achieve your dreams. i love making mistakes, i love knowing what i have done is wrong so i begin to understand what is right. i'm done trying to be right, i want to be more wrong then anything this world has seen, i want to stoop to the lowest of lows.

and then.....

i am going to rise and i am going to be the best i can ever be. words are constantly changing in meaning but actions, actions are caught on the photographic film of our memories forever.

fail!

the failure to succeed is just as sweet as the success of failure, for true success is never properly earnt without the ability to rise everytime we fall.

you're not really who you think you are.

fuck it. no one ever really listens anyway. constantly nodding like cracked out zombies of society; start fighting for what you believe in, not just agreeing with everyone out of fear of oppression. being outcast was the best thing that every happened to me, i never knew who i really was until i had no one to tell me who i should be. life is rubbish until you kick the shit out of expectations. i condone and am infatuated by violent nonconformists, well really that’s what artists are. whoever you are out there, anytime you’re feeling no one appreciates your work, i’m probably here admiring your courage. you’re amazing and i value everything you do. be free, you deserve to cut some shit loose.

(via oliveinthunderland.tumblr.com)

LISTEN UP!

people who think too much are the ones who are not really thinking at all.

the rising of the fallen

my knees are endlessly bleeding from my ritualistic search for hope. i kneel on cold concrete, rosary in my hand, head in the other, all i seek is redemption. my conversations with God have been reduced to my pleading for assistance, pleading for miraclous intervention. if he is as omnipotent as is written, why does he allow this world to spiral out of control? he leaves us to suffer from disease, greed and war, while he sits over and watches us like a rodeo. does he think this is all a joke? the pain we suffer every single day? i'm done praying, God doesn't care about me, i've lost all my faith in everything i was brought up to believe.

i prayed for recovery and he made me worse, i fought for days, writhering in pain as the jolts shook throughout my body. i felt defeated, as if nothing in this destructive world would ever save the remenants which lay on the hospital bed. the priest is at my feet, he talks of eternal salvation and the glory of god's kingdom in heaven. i feel like telling him how mistaken he really is, how blinded by this torturous world he has become. it's strange because he constantly talks about the angels always guiding me, i can't help but wonder about the white glow which illuminates his body, i sit staring at him as the light around him glows. the light begins to burn my eyes, stretching out it begins to pull me towards it. suddenly i am spiralling into a pool of beaming light, constantly being pulled down into the depths of a bottomless realm. there are people floating all around me, mother's nursing their children as angelic figures hover above them, lovers caressing each other in a warm embrace. suddenly i hear a gun shot, a man lay there bleeding as i scream for help. i want to assist him but my body is in shock, my mind is fighting with every bit of will i possess, but i can't move. a beautiful lady with long flowing hair stands to the right of the dying man, she smiles as she touches his forehead and before i know it the man is hugging her.

i close my eyes, wondering whether i am dreaming or have simply died, when i open them i am back on my knees, still clutching my rosary as it slips from my sweaty palms. the sun begins to shine through the windows projecting a myriad of colorful images around the world. the sheer beauty of the rainbow of colour has me mesmerised; in awe at the magnitude of the radiant rays which begin to stretch out in front of me. i begin to realise how such a small and beautiful experience has transformed my hopeless thoughts into a feeling of gratefulness. i feel grateful for having the opportunity to experience such a magnetic display of nature. enchanting nature which without the dedication of god our father, would be a mere thought within the mind of a exceptionately imaginative child. the realisation dawns on me that god has and continues to give me everything i need, i can't expect him to fix the problems i have caused myself. in my lifetime i have been consumed by the greed, decite and yearning for materiality that the devil has planted within the minds of a captialist society. i remember the days when all that mattered was the time we spent enjoying life, not the expense of the experience. really i think i'm just being irresponsible, instead of owning up to my faults, i've being trying to mask them as a series of unfortunate events. in actuality, i caused this downward spiral; i encouraged it every step of the way. i've had enough, enough of all the lies, selfishness and greed. when i die, i have nothing but everything i ever said and did in life, none of money will ever be there to protect me and cover up my mistakes. i want to be remembered for everything i did that was right, not everything i didn't do. we all have good in us, it's just a matter of recognising and fighting the evil which threatens us every single day.

i stand up, the blood on my knees, along with my once sweat palms, have dried. i close my eyes and fly away.

everyday we must all fight our battles, will you be a warrior of life? or fall to the depths of your own destruction? the choice is always yours and every consequence must be accepted. rise with the fallen for they are the soldier's of life.

no more pleasing.

for just one moment can we forget what everyone else expects from us and start trying to do what we think is right? we aren't here to please the world, so now is the time to stop trying.

fight to apologise

it is in moments of intense anger that our conscious mind is stunned by a flood of emotional thought; constantly fighting to regain a sense of logical thinking and reason. the greatest summit of the mind is to coerce the mouth into producing symbolic words which create emotional balance and ressurrect the harmony thoughout the body.

saying sorry is not so hard when you really mean it. stop fighting. apology accepted

lost

i live in a dream world where our substance abuse has us hooked on reality, wondering why nothing ever makes sense.

wait less, live more.

i constantly see and hear people complaining and mellowing over the wish that they 'just once meant something to someone'. sometimes i think these sorts of people are purely blinded by their own sorrows. we never actually realise that we mean something to every single person we meet and communicate with on a daily basis. whether it be our mother, brother, cousin, uncle, boss, best friends, neighbour, even our local butcher; our lives have some value to each one of these people. the absence of our presence is often not felt until it is diminished, however we must never forget and be grateful for everything we have in the present. there are so many people who don't have a family or many friends yet each and every day they wake up and are thankful for all they have. so before we start feeling sorry for what we don't have, maybe we should take a second to think about everything we do have and maybe, just maybe, spend a little less time on wishing and waiting and spend a little more time on living and loving.

no regrets

life is so much more enjoyable when you stop fearing failure and start embracing embarrassment. in the next century we are all going to be but a distant memory to the society of that time, i doubt they are going to analyse every mistake we ever made. go wild, fuck some shit up! the world is your playground.

love or lust

wake up with you staring into my eyes, right down the barrell into the heart of my soul. you've got me by my core and i'm melting in your presence.

life ain't easy

i'm not going to lie to you, i'm scared shitless. i don't want to fail, don't want to fall into the depths of the deteriorated bodies. something like this doesn't grant you second chances, one attempt, 50/50. it's not that i'm afraid of the challenge, it's just the aftermath that has me doubting myself. it's my strength that im so unsure about, my strength to rise in the face of defeat. you know what, i'll never know until i try, so fuck it, life wasn't meant to be easy.

let's do the unthinkable

this is the moment of honesty, where i peel away the layers which encapsulate my soul. the truth shall escape, damaging every lie ever uttered and shattering the forgery of a deceitful life. there is no more time left to waste, spread your wings, it's time to be free. this is the book of freedom and you are chapter one.

are you ready?

they will always kick you when you're down, the best revenge is your strength in rising every time you are defeated. only the strong willed will survive, if you ask me i'm ready.

change today.

stop saying tomorrow and start saying today. for if tomorrow you say tomorrow, today will be a wasted tomorrow and yesturday was once a wasted today. today you will change and tomorrow you will keep changing for tomorrow's tomorrow, until eventually tomorrow's yesturday becomes the best day of your life.

she vs me

she was stalking me, in my dreams, in my nightmares, every morning and every night. she was there, abusing me, congratulating me, telling me the truth and pushing the lies through her teeth. all i wanted to do was run, hide, fade into oblivion; but there was no escape from her claws, she had me trapped. every night i would look past my ceiling and ask the man past the stars why he wont save me? why he won't use his power to grant me the justice i believed i disturbed. every day i would look for answers, always pretending life was beautiful when all i saw was decit and pain. i started to feel sorry for myself, like everything i had believed in was not enough to take me to heaven. i looked into the mirror searching for some sort of hope, some sort of strength, but all i got was the pain in her eyes. she was everything i am, everything that is stopping me from being who i want to be. i was fighting myself, being haunted by my own fear, my own negativity, my own resistance. the cowardice had consumed me, i was my own worst enemy, wasting away, falling deeper and deeper into the fires of a wrathful demise. it was enough, i couldn't run anymore, couldn't let her damage my determined soul. i met the real me and she was the epitome of my happiness. at that moment i was reborn, raising up out of the flames like a phoenix. i never ran again, she gave me the strength i needed to become a warrior of society. she is me and i am her, together we are truly alive.

i need a tomtom.

i can't breath, as this controlled pain ripples throughout my core.
my subconscious is constantly clawing at the walls, gasping for air.
numb to society, i am consumed by its darkness.
isolated, my identity is gone, searching for myself.
i'm a rebellious soul trapped in a socially conformed body.
will freedom be suffice?

childish rebellion

cloud your conscious with the haze from your blunt, enter a state of deep psychadelic worry, fuck reality and eat society’s lies, speak the dirtiest truth your tongue could twister, drink from the cup of eternal youth, loot from the gold mine of knowledge, befriend bad people who inject dangerous substances, tag your name across the city streets, be humble.

do everything that is deemed forbidden, break all the rules. your rebellion is what keeps us all alive.

firstly...

let me begin by stating our dilemma,
we've reached a point of no return
and the darkness is upon us.

shall we run and hide from the unknown that will approach us?
or will we stand and let our presence be a carrier of our independence?

either way, we're all in this together.

mostly

i'm most dangerous when everybody is sleeping and i sit awake thinking.
i'm most uncontrollable when i catch the scent of freedom and nothing can clip my wings or confine me to darkness.
i'm most awake when i look in your eyes and slowly peel away the tears from your lies.
i'm most asleep when the world is frantic, the chaos becomes a habit of the future.
but most of all i fear the truth, hell hath no fury like a liberated lie.

be free.

live in the dark and treat light as a luxury,
for in the dark the silent sit and stare.
bask not in the glory of the rays,
but in the illumination of the moonlight.
for there is no true happiness without profound and painful sadness,
and we are not really alive, until we die a little.

be not awake but always in a psychedelic state,
where nothing makes sense and time is fluid.
dream of the day you dropped your last regret,
and made love to your future lessons.

drink many mind altering fluids,
smoke many psychotropic chemical substances
be at your worst,
ready to give it all up
ready to end it all.

then throw it all away,
get the hell up and find that damn light which you deserve.
you've served your incarceration in the dark
and so the light shall free you.
be free.

the end is coming.

i stopped fearing death the moment i realised it was fear that was killing me. people fear death like they are loosing so much when they die. as if this world is the most amazing haven ever created. this world is cold and cruel and greedy, full of deceit and treacherous lies. we have abused every beauty that we possess and continue to ignorantly twist the fate of our own existence. we're all living to die eventually, what are you really dying to live for? money? sex? or power? almost everything you can't keep. i'll die sooner or later but while i'm alive, i'm just going to keep on living and making the most of my time here. i don't fear dying , i fear not living.

gotta see this

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. - Vladimir Nabokov

me.

What I really lack is to be clear in my mind what I am to do, not what I am to know, except in so far as a certain knowledge must precede every action. The thing is to understand myself, to see what God really wishes me to do: the thing is to find a truth which is true for me, to find the idea for which I can live and die. ... I certainly do not deny that I still recognize an imperative of knowledge and that through it one can work upon men, but it must be taken up into my life, and that is what I now recognize as the most important thing.
—Søren Kierkegaard, Letter to Peter Wilhelm Lund dated August 31, 1835

the hate of vulnerability

i took one hit and i was addicted.

Addictions made for the weak, the souls of those who seek a blackening daylight.
A fulfillment and ecstasy as its sweetness passed through the veins of my life.
An uncontrollable thirst for a tempting substance.

These addictions made for the arrogant and selfish, the self sacrificing and careless.
A cruel act of self gratification torturing the hearts who hold them close.

I'm addicted to your love and you had me at hello.

when i was 18...

i once said:

"i seek not to be known for everything society saw right for me to do, but everything i did that falls perfectly symmetrically within my heart"

now i'm going on 20 and i'm still a rebel with a cause.

Reflection

I'm still trying to figure myself out, I'm so different to everybody else, i'm not 'normal'. Thus I ask myself what 'normal' really means? I've come to the conclusion that it's a submission to fear. People are so scared of not being accepted by the majority of society that they attempt to mould themselves into a 'normal' person. Personally, I don't want to fit into their idea of normality, I mean, rebellion isn't exactly bad if the morals behind it are right.

I seem to enjoy my world where dreams are intricate yet promising and vacations from reality are frequent. Reality is harsh, it's like a furnace of magma showering down during a record breaking heatwave. Sometimes I like to stick my head into the clouds and absord the heavenly mantras of the inhabitants of the sky. It's kind of like laying in the sun in a warm summer's day, absorbing the beauty of the soft rays that engulf your lifeless body. Now imagine that feeling at your fingertips whenever you like, not governed by the setting of the sun or the time of day.

My world outside of this world is personal. It's like a space I take myself to continue the search for the real and raw 'me'. It's kind of like I'm on a life long mission to discover myself unharmed by all codes of 'normality'.

who are you really?

(August 2009)

the glass breaks.

They shall always summon their morals to our defeat,
tell us our almighty strength lacks in beauty.
Never are we able to choose the left road at the fork,
rather their defined right road.

We are but clones of their glory,
broken and battered, tormented souls.
Our substance has been reconstucted to accomodate our forced consumption at the hands of their rule.
Nothing is ever flawed in the frame of our silhouette.

Until........the glass shatters, the foot steps out of line.
They silently watch as the warriors walk a hidden path.
Finally an escape, a chance for renewal, an opportunity for rebirth.
Life is thus restored, subconscious unfailed.

The demise of our innocent lives seemingly ends.
We fight, like Gods of our own internal war.
We create ourselves as outcasts of a souless sphere of existence.
Somewhere, the glass breaks.

(August 2009)

unveiling the truth

where i come from they call a place like this hell, but to them this place is life.
selling your soul for a little piece of conformity, a slice of devilish heaven.
only difference is, they've got you wreckless before you can even walk,
deluding you into feeling worthless, powerless, inhumane.
you yearn for their acceptance, yearn to stand next to the elite of their world.
sooner or later, your individuality will get you spiralling into the depths of isolation.
take a glimpse at this society, take a glimpse at the world in which we live.

is this what you call freedom?

you're late!

they told me to run on time so i turned my joggers into clocks. trouble is, i ran out of time and into my dreams. so now i'm just trying to make those dreams a reality. they don't like it but i'm too determined to care.

know more.

whenever i say no, there is always a silent maybe and an unconscious yes.
you're controlling the uncontrollable and i'm defenseless.
please stop.

dr-eam

8 hours of darkness and i am unconscious.
3 minutes and i'm imagining our amazing life together
16 hours of routine and i'm like a corpse
anticipating those rare 3 minutes where everything is perfect
just a slice of heaven

speaking of nothing...

i can't speak for myself anymore, everything i have ever wanted to say has been said in some form or another. nothing is relevant, nothing makes sense, nothing is logical, nothing is simply just nothing. i have done nothing but everything for you and now i have nothing more to say. i once said nothing to you and you got angry, does nothing have so much meaning that you would be so rude? sometimes i cry tears of joyous yearning when you say nothing at all, like nothing is everything i've ever wanted. everything i say means nothing, nothing is all i will ever say. this has nothing to do with you and everything to do with nothing.

the time traveller's wife

"Maybe I'm dreaming you. Maybe you're dreaming me; maybe we only exist in each other's dreams and every morning when we wake up we forget all about each other."
— Audrey Niffenegger

use less. save love

What most people need to learn in life is how to love people and use things instead of using people and loving things.

live forever

fame can only get you so far, one minute you're the new shit and the next minute you're nothing. i hope you have dreams bigger then that because you have the talent and heart to achieve so much more.

.

take away egotism and you have paradise on earth.

please excuse my french

People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that shit which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not fucking stupid. At least, we're not that fucking stupid.

-Mark "Rent-boy" Renton Trainspotting (1996)

wordless

i have spoken many words, those of which you were too arrogant to listen to. now you can absorb my silence and find some desired meaning within the darkness it projects. you made the choice to ignore, now i make the choice to withdraw. experience my frustration firsthand.

:|

i will never be understood because i can never understand.

truthful omnipotence

you're never going to win while you continue to battle the truth, it's the one enemy you'd be a fool not to make an ally. otherwise you should proceed to plan your demise...now, for as the saying goes 'the truth shall set you free'. never seen that sort of compassion now have we? let's go back to the basics; back to the truth.

x-quez

there's always an excuse, as long as we live and breath under the rules by which we are governed, there will always be an excuse.

but...there are just some excuses that you can't simply excuse.

no you're right

i haven't said yes in a long time.

“We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.” - Orson Welles

born with a broken heart

how can you die with a broken heart, if you were born with one? your body has premeditated the world it is about to enter; subconsciously planned your every move. you will cry, get drunk, do drugs, have sex, love someone, hate someone, laugh, become greedy, eat humble pie, run away from your problems, get stuck in someone else's problems, be a burden, have many burdens: survive. you have no expectations of life because really you don't want to be disappointed. you never want to have to experience a pain so profound, the wings of your journey will escape leaving you stranded on your limbs. you don't want to be a living example of everything expectations can cause you to become, cause you to fail, cause you to loose. why live happy when you're just going to die anyway? why not be born with a broken heart then? no need to fix something if it's just going to eventually going to die and rot in the ground. you are nothing but a living corpse waiting to be consumed by the beds of eternal rest. will you accept everything i have just said? or prove me wrong? the choice is yours. live and be free, for no one is born with a broken heart and no one will ever really die.

Maya Angelou

I don't know if I continue, even today, always liking myself. But what I learned to do many years ago was to forgive myself. It is very important for every human being to forgive herself or himself because if you live, you will make mistakes- it is inevitable. But once you do and you see the mistake, then you forgive yourself and say, 'well, if I'd known better I'd have done better,' that's all. So you say to people who you think you may have injured, 'I'm sorry,' and then you say to yourself, 'I'm sorry.' If we all hold on to the mistake, we can't see our own glory in the mirror because we have the mistake between our faces and the mirror; we can't see what we're capable of being. You can ask forgiveness of others, but in the end the real forgiveness is in one's own self. I think that young men and women are so caught by the way they see themselves. Now mind you. When a larger society sees them as unattractive, as threats, as too black or too white or too poor or too fat or too thin or too sexual or too asexual, that's rough. But you can overcome that. The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself. If we don't have that we never grow, we never learn, and sure as hell we should never teach.”

judge me blind.

the sun blinds the ignorant, for in the darkness we are truly found.

no excuses

i just wish for one moment, across all the time zones of this world, we could all just stop and lay down. stop, lay down and take note of the silence; the silence which makes everything so loud. sometimes we need to allow ourselves to see those things invisible to our fast paced and erratic eyes. we only see what we want to; this race of life which consumes and speeds past the subtlest of beauties. take time; time won't wait for you nor rewind to parts you have missed. make sure you are present; present in all beings for the grace of this world is reachable by every single person. there is no excuse.

parental love

in all the rage and joy, parents are the most trustworthy, supporting and loving people you can ever have in your life. everyone has their ups and downs but always remember why god gave you your parents. they love you like no one can.

new candizzle

so i feel like i need to change my look. so much has changed for me internally; a totally new me has emerged. 2010 has totally prompted me to be more positive, therefore im getting a haircut! kelis's style is so hot and so is she. i love her unique style and this picture blows me away!!!!

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this rush they call life is so invigorating!

less start; more end.

when we fail we often create too many new beginnings and not enough endings.

finish what you start, the end and everything in between, is just as glorious as the start.

copywritten!!!

technology has stolen life.

what is natural these days? what is considered nature in the 21st century? anybodies guess really.

true satisfaction

one thing death has taught me is that your world can come crashing down in a quick second. many people worship material items in society; valuing money over life itself. when all is said and done all we have is who we really are. nothing of what we 'own' is ours anyway, we have simply borrowed items we desire from the universe. at the end of the day nothing else matters but cherishing every experience you have ever had. for when our time is up on this earth, all we will have is all we have learnt. open your eyes, breathe the knowledge of the world, drink from the cup of life and be truly satisfied.

believe

dreams can come true.

write your own future, don't let other people dictate who you are.

i'm writing this to you.

to tell you that i care. everything is beautiful about you, everything! sometimes you might not see it, but past that mask you put on i can see it all. you are a wonderful spirit in my life and your soul radiates the energy of 1000s happys. i'm writing this to ALL OF YOU, for you guys make me who i am. i can't thank you all enough; good or bad, you are the reason i aspire to be everything i know i can be.

im writing this to you.....

i hope you'll write back.

protect yours.

fate

there is no such thing as an uncontrollable fate. every decision we make; every choice we ponder, brings us a step closer to our fate. this all ending destiny is not the work of one, but many factors in our lives. we are culturally shaped and moulded into the people we will eventually become. our experiences determine our actions; determine our thinking; determine our existence. although we are seemingly governed by a society which suppresses our every thought process, crafting us into helpless children who only survive on the milk of their own mothers; we still have our own free will. nobody can control what you think; it is your own personal rebellion. the destiny modern society speaks of, it is only a concept which allows total submission and assimilation into the masses. there is nothing inevitable about life; nothing is predetermined. it can take one phone call, one expression, one thought or even one word to change a whole future. sometimes in order to free yourself you have to take a leap of faith; live on borrowed time for a little while. in the end it is ultimately your power of selection; which fate will you create? only you can decide.

freud

A man should not strive to eliminate his complexes, but to get into accord with them; they are legitimately what directs his conduct in the world.

i can't describe...

how i feel right now. all i can say is that giving up worrying all the time and actually using your time to enjoy life, makes everything so much more fulfilling. i'm finally starting to find the true happiness that has been locked away within me for years; needing my own self to unlock and allow to prosper. happy are the days :)


take care of yourself,
you deserve it.

heritage

respect

two bodies; two mouths; one message.

make&bake

made my night!

mantra

who am i?

people often say reading astrology and personality books are a waste of time which cause people to over analysis themselves. i think it is about the best thing i have ever done; i never realised half the stuff about myself that i've discovered in the various books i have read. of course i don't follow them all like a strict tao or mantra, but the do give me some sort of indiction towards the qualities of myself i often overlook or unconsciously ignore. just shows that you should never reject any opinion until you've done the research. this little discovery has really changed the way i view myself; in a more positive light; now i'm more conscious of the way i treat people and view the world. i've never felt more in control of who i am than i do right now.

our names are simply a tag of identication, the meaning we place behind them however, they determine who we are in this world.

i believe

we express

cherry blossom

although my mother despises of bodily markings and has sworn to ban me from living under her roof if i ever get any; i can't help but admire the beautiful and naturally intricate art which cherry blossom tattoos possess. i believe they are one of the most stunning pieces of artwork from nature which are able to be effectively transferred to ink and essentially the skin.

adios and hola

suppp. this blog is too full of me reflecting and trying to philosophise life from every different angle. i think sometimes i think about something too much, rather then actually doing it. so from now on i'm going to present the interesting and intriguing things i discover which dwells within this world in which we live. today is the start of a new lifestyle and way of thinking for me, so i think it is quite correct for it to spill into all areas of my life.

hope you guys like the new me, don't worry a bit of the old me will always remain, just an improved version i hope.

ciao bella x (i wish i spoke italian, news resolution for 2011 maybe? too bad resolutions are junk)

more of mama's wisdom

there are so many bad people in this world; angels die young.

kid cudi

Soon after falling into a deep but psycheldeic state to escape the prison of our reality
a hero becomes trapped in his own peaceful place which immediately becomes his sanctuary,
a place filled with his wildest dreams, this is his new home.

Enter Galactic (Love Connection Part I - Kid Cudi

beliefs close to the heart.

facts leave no room for possibilities. life is just as much subjective as it is objective, open your mind to the aspects of resonable doubt. the naked eye is not bulletproof, it often subconsciously denies the the truth; rather holding a heightened belief in physical realities. keep your faith strong, throughout the times and worlds in which your spirit dwells, your faith with always guide you. man is not indestructable, yet nothing can harm your belief in yourself.

end game

at the end of it all, i'm only going to remember the people who stayed true to me. life is not a game.

revenge

revenge is at it's best when it's secretly silent yet prudently passive. in some ways it seems not to be revenge if not inflicted on by an individual, yet is a course of the rebalancing of the cosmos. take heed in actions, for every good has a bad and every bad has a consequence.

dreamZZzzzzz

dreams are merely illicit memories from a life never lived within the boundaries of the mind.

we're coming out

olive maree 2010.
the world is ours.

humble

humble people are the most elegant individual's known to society.

nobody can touch the truth

close your eyes and remember who you are when nobody is looking, because that's who you really are. life can be so crazy that we sometimes forget who we are, take time to look inside and pay a visit to yourself, mirrors are worthless. stay true to 'you'

hope means nothing

rise against that hope that the future is going to be better, because hoping is a waste of time. hope is only a word with no predestined action to follow it's significance. we sit and wish and wait and hope that everything we have ever wanted is going to come true, wasting all that precious time playing games with our mind. there is no success without action, we must push ourselves physically, spiritually and mentally towards reaching our true state of being. there is no other way, no cheap 24 hour scam, no quick fix solutions towards the rewards of success. you have to work, work hard and fast and strong and tediously in order to conquer; conquer the world; conquer yourself. only then can you hope, hope that future generations will learn to hope and succeed just like you did.

keys open...

our dreams are the keys to the existence of reality.

those friendships...

tears from heaven

“Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life with a clearer view again.” - Alex Tan

common

this is cool

http://thinkcommon.com/blog/

mama's words.

life is full of complex people, that's what makes it interesting.

miracles

miracles by their definition are meaningless, only what can happen does happen.

-Watchmen (2009)

right.rong

we can never know what's right, if we don't know what's wrong.

take the risks in order to educated.

now

today's essence is yesturday's lesson and tomorrow's step forward in life.

live for today in order to make tomorrow's yesturday the past and tomorrow's tomorrow a whole new future.

the dream

Looking back at my life now, I realize that it was the Dream that propelled me forward into all my memorable actions-the Dream allowed me to believe I could do certain things in my life, as impossible as they seemed, like go to war, go to sea, make love to exotic women, have children I could create and love as ongoing reincarnations, and make movie illusions that others would see.

OLIVER STONE

knowledge is power

power is knowledge

time2

many people say night is the best time to think, all alone in the solitude of darkness, yet all around the world the darkness of night is being exchanged for the light of day. the sun rises to the east while simultaneously setting in the north. there is never a time when a single person is not awake, pondering some humanly matter. the only time to think is when we are ready to think, internally and personally. no one can dictate the timing of your reflection, only you can understand the reasoning behind your own decisions. nothing can be given a time frame, for people age at different moments of life.

the time has come to understand the universality of time.

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break the rules #howtolivelife

ego

“If you want to reach a state of bliss, then go beyond your ego and the internal dialogue. Make a decision to relinquish the need to control, the need to be approved, and the need to judge. Those are the three things the ego is doing all the time. It's very important to be aware of them every time they come up.”

- Deepak Chopra

time.

you can't actually kill time. figurative language has a plethora of terms which all indicate humanity's frustration at their inability to control all aspects of life. we naturally hate time, it can't be replaced, reversed, fast forwarded or frozen. time is the one keeper of all our secrets and experiences, we are virtually nothing without it. for years people have attempted to manipulate time in order to control the world in which we live. we try way too hard to achieve perfection without realising we need and thrive on imperfection to make us who we really are. we have to hate in order to love, make mistakes in order to make the right decisions, lie in order to understand the truth and live in order to learn. time is often referred to as a completely seperate entity to the physical world, something by which we loosely follow. we don't actually realise that we as human beings strive on time, the clock is our greatest enemy. we always have to be on time, rushing through the maze of life detailed by every 60 rotations in a 24 hour set we call a day. why can't we just take our time? i mean time is ours anyway, we actually do control it. we control how we use our time, how we waste our time, how we understand and plan out our time. our time is a time in which to make time a time to savour time and live in a time of prosperous times.

what's your time?

walls

my teeth are the guards stained with every word i came so close to saying. all too lucky my brain has my back

no-every-thing

having nothing creates an adverse appreciation otherwise unavailable to bearers of everything.

back home

i just returned from melbourne, after a 2 week hiatus from my usual regime. i must say it was an amazing experience, i always feel compelled to share such moments with others, we natural instinct told me to immediately document my every move via this lovely space. however upon second thoughts i began to understand why moments like those where an individual finds who they are in varying contexts is a very personal and singular journey which can only be seen and felt, not read. emotions can not be described, nor mirrored, they are spontaneous creations of responsive situations. the best truths are often the secrets ones. so instead of telling all, i encourage you to step outside, let the rain fall on you, the sun heat your back and the fog cloud your vision. slow down time, find the time to slow. life should be lived by our own discretions, not by that of society.

(oh, merry christmas and happy new year!)