Uninspired Bland Conspiracy

Weren't the three above words just long meaningless letters jumping out at you everytime a new word started with a capital? Thats what it did to me. How flat and numb words can be in certain contexts. Spoken or written.
When written there is a certain detached 3rd person outlook on the whole situation, because the person writing the words is not there to give a further explaination as to what a sentence means. It's either all there or it's not at all. The reader has to use a certain amount of guesswork to figure context, tone, voice, speaker, i mean with a basic level of logic sentences can be deciphered, but there is always a certain intimidating double edge to everything. When writing its hard to mumble, to whisper or to shout. When writing, it is easy to push through a fact but not so easy to convince.
When spoken, everything is revealed, the person's tone of voice, facial expressions and general mood is transmitted via the aural, visual, touch and aura. This too can be handicapping; with all of this information two things can go wrong. First, the person speaking can think something and say something else because of the limited time between the brain to vocal connection. Things spoken aloud are hard to take back, and often are transformed with subsequent additional sentences which are subject to quick thinking. Second, on the basis of past experience, the listener can attempt to deduce what the person is "really saying", where written academic words tend to be particularly bland personality wise, the vocal sense has a whole library of sonorities to enrich the ear with a bouquet of individuality. The speaker is immediately crucified to be saying something with a certain intention, before even having said anything.
No wonder its so easy to misunderstand...

Un Adieux a Mon Jardin

Nous nous souviendrons de ce jardin majestueux où se reposait notre maison.
Un jardin qui ne se taisait jamais, mais aussi l'endroit le plus calme au monde. Il contennait des bruits qui ne surprennait personne, mais au coin la plus obscure du cerveau, un vide crie d'un manque tellement élementaire, depuis qu'on ne les éntends plus. Ce bruit du filet de l'eau qui était le contexte à une conversation indeterminable entre des oiseaux energiques, cachés derriers ces géants verdures divines.
Au cours des années, ce jardin m'a suivi, fidel infidel; un juge silent, de rien et de tout. Quand je me baignais de joie avec mes amies, et quand je criait de déséspoire après une rupture; un panorama de vignes cascadent sur la Mt Salève me donnait tout les réponses dont j'avais besoin. Je rentrait tard des soirs au ciel clair, et je tournoyait sur place parce que l'absence de l'oeille critique de l'homme nous donne la liberté de réver publiquement. Je philosophait au sujet des étoiles et les arbres me rappellaient de leur présence en m'encadrent les morceaux les plus belles de ce ciel dont je me perdait infiniment.
Mais ces mêmes arbres se secouait delicatement sous le vent pour me dire au revoir hier; un adieux gai et limpide.
Je dois avouer que je n'ai pas profité de l'ombre sous les arbres durant les beau jours et je n'ai pas profité de l'odeur émerveillant de la terre après la pluie non plus. Hier, le dernièr jour, je n'ai pas pu inspirer le cadeau que la nature m'avait fait en seul temps. Alors j'ai arrêté de forcer des mémoires non-vecus dans ma tête, j'ai arrêté de seulement prendre tout cette beauté et a la place, je l'ai remercié...

On Fear

"I must say a word about fear. It is life's only true opponent. Only fear can defeat life. It is a clever, treacherous adversary, how well I know. It has no decency, respects no law or convention, shows no mercy. It goes for your weakest spot, which it finds with unerring ease. It begins in your mind, always. One moment you are feeling calm, self-possessed, happy. Then fear, disguised in the garb of mild-mannered doubt, slips into your mind like a spy. Doubt meets disbelief and disbelief tries to push it out. But disbelief is a poorly armed foot soldier. Doubt does away with it with little trouble. You become anxious. Reason comes to do battle for you. You are reassured. Reason is fully equipped with the latest weapons technology. But, to your amazement, despite superior tactics and a number of undeniable victories, reason is laid low. You feel yourself weakening, wavering. Your anxiety becomes dread."...
"The matter is difficult to put into words. For fear, real fear, such as shakes you to your foundation, such as you feel when you are brought face to face with your mortal end, nestles in your memory like a gangrene: it seeks to rot everything, even the words with which to speak of it. So you must fight hard to express it. You must fight hard to shine the light of words upon it. Because if you don't, if your fear becomes a wordless darkness that you avoid, perhaps even manage to forget, you open yourself to further attacks of fear because you never truly fought the opponent who defeated you."
Life of Pi- Yann Martel

Boo.Hoo

But but why does everyone keep mispelling things on my bloOoOhOoog *cries*

Bloated Balloon

A cowboy hat with a moustache pfff hahahahaha.
The strangest thing happened to me today!! I flopped on the scale and instead of it saying the predicted 62 kilos it was all the way up to 64 kilos?!?!? Talk about a bad start to the day :P
Things i ate yesterday that might have caused this surprising fat gain;
4 oreo cookies
1 nacho chips with salsa
1 cheeseburger
1 bowl of pasta
1 Caiprinia with way too much sugar
... but i'm so healthy *err*
Fruit fruit fruit and veg all day. *sera whips her body back into a lower number on some machine which shows no evident shape to her body, just some gravitational pull/push that supposidly is keeping her from jumping up and never landing again...* Stupid scientists...without them! we'd still be happily gorging ourselves Medieval-style...and wearing corsets... guess thats not good either.
Good things I must do today;
-Read Book in Sun
-Be a good conversationalist
-Practice Piano
-Buy Dad a Birthday Present + Card
-Buy a pair or two of shorts
-Watch Violent Japanese movies
-Eat in moderation of ~healthy~ crap

When walking alone, nothing to do but think

And yet again my mind and eyes wander up. To see the night sky and the night stars. And metophor upon metaphors just bubble away in my mind to create extraordinary visions of something greater, something that connects more than just me to the sky.
I look up and my eyes attempt at focusing on this vast empowering blackness with its illuminating speckles. Imagine some greater-being's hand, which we shall for now call God, for god knows what reason. Hand curled round as if holding a tennis ball. And since this hand is capable all, it lets light glide down the back of it, like a sliver of silk. Untill this light just suspends at each finger tip, only to be scattered haphazardly onto a pool of black emptyness below. And these scattered specks are in suspension too, and only for one who bothers to look up, do they mean the world.
I wish i could hug one of the stars, feel its essence, what makes it live, its particular glow. Because not only am I looking up to these seemingly empty little dots. SOmeone, somewhere else, is looking up at the same time and thinking, this is what is bringing you and me together. I see the same as you, i see it all, and we are both priviledged with the same monumental view. A skyscape to be treasured and shared by all, no matter the condition.
We live our little lives independently but sometimes moments bring us closer than we'd ever realised