GAMES GAMES GAMES

As a child, who didn't want to play, but as an adult, aren't you tired already?

There are millions of games that we can enjoy and there are millions that we wouldnt. Would you try the Russian Roullete? didn't think so.

Who makes the rules here? do YOU? is the ball in your court or his? are you playing it right? don't hate the player, hate the game!

Some may think, as long as its safe or harmless (usually physically), its fine. But, WHY?! I personally am NOT into mind games or mind f**king. I like puzzles. Puzzles are good, solvable, and never harmed anyone. All the pieces are there, you just need to fit them right. Even if you can't, its still there.

Its all fun and game 'till someone gets hurt.

My mother is a firm believer that games and quizes help the brain, prevent early arthritis, preserves memory. But, need she knows of what the term 'game' refers to these days.

Today, games are like a never ending Monopoly; boring and never ending. Sure, its fun at first. But after a few rounds, one might just through in the dice and give up. Whether they're broke, tired, or just simply not up for it, they eventually give up. Leaving the last man or woman standing.

Life as a game, would SUCK! sure its entertaining sometimes, but it gets tiring. It gets old, and it gets to a point where it turnes into a gamble before losing everything.

Play it right!

Uncategorized

There is black, there is white, there is light, there is dark, and there are all that falls in between. There is emotional, there is shallow, there is right, there is wrong, and there is good and there is bad. There is mild, there is sharp, there is smart, there is dumb, but what about the undefined?

Ever since mankind can use language to describe a person, mankind mistakenly defined that person based on that word of language. Even though there are millions of words in thousands of languages, one person should not be described in words.

Some people are good, some are bad, and some are grey. They are the uncategorized. Some are nice, some are not, and some might just be the next best thing if they had their morning coffee or not.

There’s an old Arabic saying that reads: ‘everyone sees the world like he or she see their own’. This simply means that people judge other peoples actions and define them as they do their own. I like to call it ‘the world is mine’ syndrome. We fail to recognize that others aren’t like us; they do not see with our eyes or hear with our ears, they do not feel with our soul. Therefore, they should never be judged as we would ourselves.

The uncategorized is everyone, it just depends on who they’re viewed by. Just file them correctly!

Forever Young.....

I wanna be, forever young.....

Do you really want to live forever?.......

I think people like Dracula have made up their minds. But, what about you? Perhaps if given the choice, no one would want to choose death over life, but when you're on the road, you do need it to sometimes end.

Imagine living forever, giving love turns into losing love... losing love turns into losing parts of your soul... or at least I think it is. It is already overwhelming experiencing life as it is. Lets face it: People are NOT easy to live with!

Don't be alarmed, this isn't a suicidal note.

I do however, believe in forever young. Young at heart, and of course, who wouldn't mind looking young as well!

So lets live on.... get those needles, nip & tuck, lets do it, FOREVER YOUNG!

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

"Mirror mirror ont he wall...
Who's the fairest of them all...??"

It is said that friends and family are the true mirror in which you should see your self in. But what if, that mirror was foggy or needed a new prescription. What if, and this maybe an old concept, but what if beauty really was in the eye of the beholder?

There's an old arabic proverb that translates into this: The monkey is a gazelle in his mother's eyes. The whole meaning of it is not to confuse people of two completely different species but its to explain one perception that I believe to be true: LOVE MAKES US BLIND.

In LOVE he is beautiful, in love you are too.
In HATE she is ugly, in hate you smell too.

I may not be a mother and know how it feels to look at the ugliest thing that can ever come out of the womb and call it beautiful, but i do believe that love makes a person more beautiful. Think of the evolution of friendship between you and another friend: she maybe ugly at first but because you love her more and more, she is beautiful. It goes the other way around too. He may be the most gorgeous man you have ever set your eyes on, but because he is an a**, he looks uglier and uglier.

Beauty isn't really in the eye of the beholder, beauty is in the relationship.

P P POKER FACE

Angels and demons, devils, clowns, doctors and nurses, gypsies and super men, school girls and teachers, cave man and lady gaga, honey and the bee thats you for me are all people in disguise on one occasion. But what if, every day we meet people in disguise, greet people in disguise, and love people in disguise?!

This life is like a masquerade: we all wear masks that we think are essential for survival. Put your poker face on and play the game thats how it goes. Is it really necessary? Or do you think we're just abusing the power of a deceiving mask?

If everyone wears a mask or walks around in disguise, which face reveals the real you? How do you know what is or what isn't any more? We'll probably end up in a circus of a world where nothing is what it seems. Even though, I like you, would like to run away and join the circus, living in a circus is completely different.


So wear your masks and I'll wear mine, tell your lies and I'll tell mine. We are only fooling ourselves in the end!

Ice Queen

After many years of experiences, watching experiences, and hearing about experiences between boy and girl I have come to this conclusion: There is NO conclusion.

So, here's the deal: after every heart break and tear shed, one makes a promise to oneself not to be heart broken again. One most common promises is NEVER AGAIN. But that also is the NEVER keep this promise promise. However, some might just stand out no matter how senseless they are!

Here's a new promise:
I am Ice Queen, never to feel again. My senses are numb, my soul is cold.. and my heart is simply frozen. There's an already made anthem for this promise: icebox. Just like the words say: "I got this ice box where my heart used to be"
This is an attempted solution to numb oneself from feeling pain, disappointment and rejection. Didn't they invent freezing bodies to keep them alive.

Of course, Like the freezing people method, it is not applicable, it does not work, but it feels a hell lot of good. I LOVE ICE CREAM.

Find Me!

Look for me in the middle of the crowd... on the side table...
Look for me walking alone in the park...
Look for me...

Found me yet?

The term "find" is misused in one obvious way: you've found me when no one else was looking. I know it can be used correctly if we're speaking literary, but when we're not, do you really "find" that special someone or be "found"?

If thats the case, how many people are you supposed to meet and pass by on the street through life until you have truly find that "special" person? Or in some cases, be discovered by the looker? are we supposed to be the founder or the foundee?

There are many misconceptions around how people find their other halves, and when they do, they have probably found or passed by other "halves" but then they end up with that ONE. Is it pure random or intentional? What makes this girl better than the first or this guy better than the next?

Look hard people or look not, be blind if you want to... In the end its all about the timing: being at the right time, in the right place, and with the right person.