pieces of what

wow, two blogs in one month. that's nearly more than enough for me:P
don't get me wrong though, my mind isn't lazy...it has just been seriously pre-occupied with redundant, pathetic, dreamy escapades/fantasies/hopes/wishes/soap drama-like scenes.

this is mostly in response to the anchovy's post, simply because it was sad. well it was very thought-provoking, but sad. It's sad to think that we are on this world to 'merely exist'.

if there was one thing eve should have done, it was to ask God how to live. eating the apple was fine because if we really think about it, if she didn't eat the apple, then we wouldn't have this gift of free-will. through that we've just developed our personalities, our habits, our mind-set, our drivesss, our motivations, our artistic flare (or lack of), our interests, our narcissism...

as with everything, it seemed that some good came out of it...some:S

in contrast, i think human nature is the "most philosophised, agonised, mulled over, argued, analysed and emotionalised topic in the history of mankind". I mean, why are people the way they are? Why do some people feel the need to push and shove? What makes emerald eyes hot? Why do people treat friends like shit? Why does the world need to know about what i'm thinking? Why do we have to feel belittled if we can't look/act like Lady Gaga? (she almost made humping an inflatable whale hot)

at the end of everyday, i feel like there just has to be more. i mean, sure enough i allow a conversation with certain people (someone) affect how i view my day. but as i prepare myself for a newwww day, i feel like there just has to be more.

i mean, why do i feel like that? i feel mediocre. but then again, you can't just mill around and expect a big bang to signal the start of a 'new satisfying life'.
Oh, and there it is, the answer to my problem.

we have legs that can take us places, hands that can write a million stories, a mouth that can criticise&encourage, a mind that craves and a heart that can withstand a break.
there's no such thing as the end of the world until that golden chariot reigns down. and until that day, we are supposed to just do so much more than we are doing r i g h t n o w.

you have to tell yourself what you want. otherwise you'll always forget it, especially when lady gaga tells you that all you care about is runway models, cadilacs & liquor bottles.

you just have to tell yourself what you want and well, just run.




there's a place I'd like to go somewhere out west,

it's not specific, and the pictures show it best.

I know there's trees I know there's sand and I know there's grass,
I know it's somewhere in the past.

21st Century Lives

waiting for a stranger, to make a new connection.
i just want to know your name

so, when did I last leave.

In Melbourne alone, there are nearly 4 million people living on our streets. In Australia, there are 21 million civilians. And the world, a whopping 6.6 billion. If you think about it, that's 6.6 billion people with different minds, personalities, backgrounds, families, fingerprints, toeprints, tongue prints (except if you're an identical twin. hmm...I wonder how many identical twins there are in the world). Just 6.6 billion different stories.

It's fascinating to think that God has absolute, thorough, incomprehensible knowledge about each and every person living on earth. To think that he thought of every single person's height, that he thought of how many moles someone should have on their face, whether someone should have a big bum or not. Just absolutely everything about one person. Then times that by 6.6 billion.

But thinking on a much simpler and human-ic level, that's 6.6 billion people for us to know:)

A lot of what I see is starting to contradict what I think. Well, not really contradict lah, more makes me think otherwise. It's interesting to note that when we actually look, like really look, around us, there is actually a lot to see, a lot to think about. (Hopefully it's not just my over-active mind speaking here:P)

On my bus from Blackburn to uni, there's the occasional mentally-ill person (actually, always), the business man, the business woman, the old grannies - sometimes there are even groupies of grannies, the high school kid and of course, uni kids just like me. We all sit, somewhat alone in our own space, wondering and glancing about the people around us.

Every now and then, there are the 'odd' couples that really intrigue me. The Indian with the bogan- now, how did that come to be?! Or the two fobby lovers - I'm still jealous of them. And the really hot ones- but I guess on my part, they're more just the eyecandy.

Sometimes I find myself so compelled and so willing to just turn to the person next to me and ask, 'Did you have a nice day? How did you spend it?'. But of course, my insecurities get the better of me, and I'd rather remain mute then scare my 'friend' away.

It's just so, tragic really, that there are all these people on earth: Around us, on the same train as us, on the same bus, in a queue with us at a concert, at the supermarket, in the same course as us, sitting next to us in a lecture, and there's nothing. No exchange of words, no polite 'hello' or the meaningful smile. Just nothing.

Everybody has a story to tell. And who knows what hidden 'treasures' 'lie' 'beneath the surface' of the next stranger we try to befriend.

So I'm going to challenge myself, and of course my fanreader (note there is only one), to befriend the world- or well, at least climb out, on top of our insecurities and to the next person we sit alone in silence with, introduce ourselves with 'HELLO, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?'