What is the meaning of life?

There is so much problems behind finding meaning of life.
Particulary the dilemma of choice.
So many tout their existence as the template to what all others must follow.

One true meaning.

But there is such a divergence.

Some find that the path of life exists for pleasure.
That humans are just evolved animals.
That life should be pleasurable.
All else matters not.

Some claim that life is about glorifying God and expressing Him.
A vessel of a spirit to return to an untestable glory.
If god exists.

Others of a more scientific mind supposed that
humans are like any other animal, primarily
Reproduction and survival.

Among many others.

I have tried hedonism and a more spiritual path.
Yet I found that.
Both are somewhat stale.
Maybe my lack of devotion
does not permit satisfaction
off the tedium of life.
thus
hell
and unhappiness
awaits
forever.
maybe that is what God meant
a burning lake of stagnation
and tedium. After all
if hell consists only of
burning pain.
some might stand it.

The third path.
That of surviving my genes.
I care not for.
I am not prideful enough to suppose that my genes
are worth preserving
After all I have nothing worth bragging.
Just mediocricity.
In all aspects.
Neither social.
nor intelligent.
nor athletic.
just colourless.
a white paper.
without writing.
inherently quite meaningless.
just
there
.
.
.
Other than these three paths. I am still looking.
BUT I probably won't find anything.
Such is life.
you look
and even when I die.
I might not even find it.
Or at that moment
would it be too late.

Even so...I wonder
Is love a path worth considering?
I still do not understand myself what love is.
After all I have been obssesed with certain people.
I very much doubt that to be love.
After all
I know not of their flaws.
So I can't say I love yet.

I will investigate further.
Until then
I'll try to move forward.
Despite trenches of meaningless actions.
Maybe
by accident.
I will find
something
worth
doing
or
my actions
would choose a path for me
by accident

Perhaps
I hope too much off life.

ANNOUNCING MY PROBLEMS TO THE WORLD TAKE THAT CHINESE "FACE"

An amusing post to cheer myself up....
THINK BRAIN!!! GRAAAA
Depressing...I can't think of anything funny or amusing.
Everything just seems done, cliched.
I NEED SOMEONE TO GIVE ME IDEAS.
man...it is during these lonely nights I wish I have a girlfriend.
Someone to share everything with, my world and my disgusting flaws.
Someone that could give me a glimpse of another world. Beyond mine.
THEN again having living with my sisters seriously damaged me.

I DON'T LIKE WOMEN...
I don't mean that I am gay now or anything.
I am definitely attracted to women physically...in fact I wish I was
less attracted to
girls...I wonder whether other guys have the same problem keeping their lust
in check? And keeping tabs on emotions so platonic relations do not succumb to
lust? Damn... Hormones...why are you acting up now??? I digress...

WHAT I don't like about sisters.
-nagging...GOD I HATE NAGGING and THOSE MANIPULATIONS OF GUILT.
I seriously wish I went to Melbourne instead of Sydney.
LIKE SERIOUSLY. Sometimes I feel like (and occasionaly do) smashing my head
against the wall. I JUST FEEL SO ANGRY. Furious. I really want to
hit her at these times. But I use all my willpower...and hurt myself. The pain numbs
the anger...
hmmmm... it seems like contrary to my interest in sadistic horror stories,
I have a really masochistic side( might be why I love chilli and fighting).
I might try to analyze all this but in personal life I am too lazy to attempt
such a thing.

I've never felt such burning hatred for something.
Ironically, it was for something supposedly trustworthy..."FAMILY"
What a joke life has played. That I have nothing and no one to trust.
I can only hope that as life goes on I'll be numb.
If only family disfunction was as funny as sitcoms.
Instead of constant manipulations from parents and siblings.
Of course the family member to trust most is my parents.
But there is no way I can make them choose, can I?
Besides my parents favor everybody else but me.
The irony.
The long awaited son.
Is the least likable.

I don't wish to be unfillial.
But I can't stand anymore than this.
I prefer living alone to this.
In fact I look forward to living alone.
Maybe I will grow out of it? Maybe immaturity is getting the best out of
me? Maybe when I grow older, wiser....? But even now, with all my imagination,
I can't think of happiness living here. With such a presence.
I need a way out...
I wish Dad understood.
I don't want to be here.
I want to live alone.
I NEED TO bE ALONE.

"Why did you give me hope?
That the world is there? That I can go anywhere?
If you are just going to force me here?"
Heck the cost of living would be about the same.
BUT no.
At least I made friends...
BUT...
oh well

I am afraid. That all the rest of the word is like this. I wish...
there is another person like me...
who doesn't care about the politics of anything at all.
who understands being the outsider.
who treats everyone the same.
in moderation of course.
I don't believe in love at first sight.
But I would fall for such a person so easily...
Second sight? maybe?
hmmm...maybe I really should become a monk instead?
I don't particulary believe in Buddhism though -_-
God is God.

Yet again...I digress

-Also what I don't like is when I am ignored.
Like I am air.
I realize I am not Brad Pitt or anything.
But how hard is it to offer a few words?
A smile?
A glance?
I don't mean to sound like a creep(I probably am though)
BUT Just some form of acknowledgement warms.
I realize that I am lacking in this sometimes...
that I should not expect from others what I don't offer too much myself...
But I expected the rest of the world to be better than me...
What with my social retardedness.
Obviously not.
How naive I am.

Boy do I feel emotional now.
Must be the lack of sleep.
Right now I am trying to distract myself.
With little games.
With litte shows.
And the next day I might already forget.
But most probably not.
I am not so lucky.

But though it is not amusing now...
Maybe?
Just maybe this post will have me laughing.
In the future.
At this naive young man.
With his hate.
And a hope for change.

HAHAHA

Pray. Though love is a choice, it certainly isn't easy loving someone so easy to hate.

HAHAHA

Man I seriously wish I was bisexual or gay right about now.
I did not even scratch the surface with my issues with women above.
It turned into more like complaints of what happened today.
So don't think I am shallow in my dislike for women.
I guess I gotta sort out this issues if I want to have a family. A wife and children. The chinese dream. A constant cycle of misery and hopes reimbursed with misery.

What a joke.

I wish the best for my mom and dad though. I want happiness for them.
They are the best, really. They might try and reject reality from my world from time to time...but...I don't dislike them for it. Reality is a bitch. Its not right
of them to reject that from life though. If they want to make my life easier
just give me a place to live alone and some money.
The rest I'll always manage somehow...
And I'll be content.
Even a life without meaning.
A life lived for the self.
I'll manage
wallow in contentment
like a pig
enviable pig
oink oink


HMmmmm
I better study now.
Procrastinating...
hahaha
my life is so pointless
sometimes I wonder if it is worth living

Not having friends
Not having anyone I trust
Not having a girlfriend
Not gifted in sports and physique
Not gifted in academia
Not gifted creatively
Just nothing.
As I type this I am trying to rationalize that my life is worth living.
hahaha
good thing I am a virgo
with my ego
I can even embellish nothingness
into something worth living for.

Studying useless things. haha
It's hard to believe in God.
I know God exists.
But other than that, I am unsure.
I don't want my whole life, my truth
to be dictated by what others pushed onto me.
Though I guess it's kinda happening now.
I wanna minimize that for my core self.

BAM. One day though.
I'll go insane like the others.
Without a heart.
At that point,
I'll
.
.
.
Good night.
I am tired
I need to study hard
I need to rest hard.
Good bye.

Forgotten

They say that people never really die as long as they are not forgotten.
But...
Eventually they will be...forgotten
For me, I suppose that I was forgotten earlier than most.
...Before my death.
But I preferred this.
Being forgotten while I was alive.
Despite the pain. The sorrow. The desire of change. Yet the hopelessness of it.
I know that I will not die twice.
I will only have one death.
After which peace ensues.
A life never lived.
Appropriately ended by a death unlike those of others.
Unlike the living.
I will die once.
Already forgotten.

Complaints of FB, Christianity and being ignored :(

Disclaimer: If you are the type to call a person a sissy or fag just because they SHARE turn away. I am serious. I am being a total whiny bitch in this post...AND PLEASE DON'T FLAME

NOW that I added my Christian buddies on Facebook, I have lost my outlet for narcissitic and attention seeking tendencies. Its unlikely they would understand all my nihilistic crap, and if they did they would probably take two courses of action (both of which I absolutely detest):
a) Lecture me about the joys of Christianhood and how I should attend more meetings to be spiritually alive as opposed to being "angry" or "cynical" Orrrrrrr
b) Something else equally annoying (can't think of anything at my sleep deprived state)

So I am going to post all of that here!

Vincent is....

When I was younger, I would watch awkward nerds who get ignored by girls in the movies and think "That's so bloody unrealistic -_-... like hell there is people like that"
NOW that I am older... let's just say irony's a bitch ain't it?

yep this is not really a good substitute for my attention seeking narcissim but at least I can look back at this and have a laugh at what I was announcing to a world that doesn't give a shit.
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.
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Elaborating more on the matter of my Christian buddies...
Its odd really, though they persistently seek my presence for their meetings...
I don't feel as if they give a damn. It felt cheap, like a quota they had to
fill for God. And shit, it really doesn't help that they keep on pressuring
me to "save my parents" while I am still having doubts about the nature of God.
The more they pushed me the more repulsion I felt...with their manner of
guilting people to fulfill their shitty spiritual quota. It seems that
they guilt people into everything really: "Love for money is the root of
all evil...donate as God will give it back", "If you miss your meetings,
you will be spiritually dead!!"
I FREAKING KNOW ALL THIS SHIT ALREADY YOU BASTARDS.
The more they pressured me the more doubts I feel, really.
The more people try to get me to do something the more I will
resist really. Reverse psychology might work on me if I weren't
so unmotivated. Sides all the talk of conversion and
all my mental defenses were alerted so I block everything out.
Though think as I might I can't really think about anything wrong with
Christianity actually...

Everything's foolproof, solid...

"you don't like your Christian community? its your fault you bastard!"
"why doesn't the word of God inspire and change your life? YOU HAVEN'T
RECEIVE THE GRACE OF GOD!!"
"why haven't you receive the word of God? DON'T QUESTION GOD'S WILL!!!
"its all about belief man. if you work in God's plan everything would be
easier if not you are going to hell"


There really is no end to it, for everything you can throw at religion,
they would always have a comeback even against irrefutable evidence and
for that comeback, there is no possible way to proof in accord or discord.
But as it all holds to the teachings of the religion so of course
religions wins (people need to believe in something after all;
religion is as good as anything else, really) In fact religion is
one of the things that you should believe: it doesn't do too much harm
and it makes people happy enough...

I don't have any particular reason to disbelieve any religion.

At the same time...I do not feel compelled to believe it too.

I envy people really, for their capability of belief. I do want to
believe in a stream of religion, I do; be it Buddhism or Christianity....
but I just don't. I believe in the presence of God but I don't tie him to
any image; be it Jesus or Siddharta Gautama or "the cumultative force of life".
God just exist...He looks out for me and that is all I believe. Anything else is redundant in my eyes. This might be naive but that is just the way I feel.
Whatever else you force on me I will regurtitate back out. My spirit is the way it is just as I am. I could try and change but I know I won't in the long run.
After all no matter what you change about me, I will be me and something
always have to exist for that me to be me instead of something else.
For that I think that it is the state of my spirit and my belief.
It is probably the only thing immutable to me despite my adaptive capabilities.
You could tell me I am going to hell....I will believe you and
I will still believe in my own personal version of God.
Its just who I am....nothing could change this I believe. I
have tried and I don't believe that others could succeed in
something so personal to the self where even I have failed.

PLEASE for goodness sake don't pray for me to believe (if anyone ever reads this) and all that jazz.
If God wills for it, He will do it. Your prayer won't make an inch of
difference. Heck I doubt that if all the people in the world prayed for the same thing, it would happen. I am sparing you of the effort, really. Just pray for something that already happened, all else would matter not.
(intentional grammar change above,
experimenting with different writing styles)

A slight digression, I feel really bad about how far the quality
of my writing had fallen. I read my old blog posts out of nostalgia and
wow...I seem to suck more and more as I grow older....All the things
I looked forward to of the onset of maturity as a child (being able to
cook, drive a car, a job and having a cute girlfriend) has yet to happen.
To make matters worse, all my abilities had failed to keep up with my aging (physical suckiness, decrease in creative prowess (writing)... though
I did get a bit better technically at guitar and wit.
THESE ARE IN ADDITION to the fall in my mental prowess despite a
larger collection of knowledge.
(Need to get anime trivia out of my head really. NEED TO STUDY MORE....
DISCIPLINE YEAH! WORKING ON IT!). I used to be "intelligent" now I am just "smart" and even then ....not really all that. SHIT!!
I DON'T HAVE A SOCIAL IDENTITY. I am not a jock nor a nerd nor a casanova...I....am....nothing. But heck as long as I can write I will.
Heck I might even get published! Though I find it bloody unlikely.
Still with all the craptastic books around (twillight) the possibility exists!
On the other hand there are tonnes of better writers than me so if I did get published I would feel guilt...Not only that, if I ever get published, it would all be drowned in a sea of moronic fiction anyways.

:<>

New words of the day: persepolis, nascent, qua, regurtitate, portcullis, alcove, discent, excogitation, galena(mineral they used in Avatar movie), moribund (stagnant)

Choose to read... after which write.

I haven't written anything for a long time, really. After all, being an introvert, I am more predisposed towards voyeurism (reading and youtube...nothing perverted here...FINE I ADMIT IT I LIKE EROTICA...WOOT NO MORE CENSORSHIP BABY ). But at the same time I have an innate desire for creation and since I am nearly useless in almost all other walks of life, I have decided to write more. After all, writing is one of those things I used to be good at (Thanks for your encouragements teach, I'll always remember). Perhaps there is still chance to reclaim lost glory though I don't see any monetary benefits out of this. I realize no one is probably going to read this as well, so I am just going to do this as a way of procrastination to reach self satisfaction (my way of kicking hentai habits during periods of boredom). Of course sometimes I'll write something entertaining as well in my comedic stylings (always full of failure) which I'll probably recycle around social gatherings. Yep. Pretty sure no one is going to read this. UNLESS, I make it shallow. Damn sure wish I pretended to be a girl from the beginning. But if you are reading this you are in for a wild ride.....by you; I mean me of course and by wild ride I mean porn and dick jokes.
(I knew I should have jumped this bandwagon earlier....now in an attention deficit generation, all they'll watch is probably youtube) Oh well...

WRITER NEWS

Hey fellow readers, though I doubt there are any loyal readers out there.
Just a heads up on our current condition. We are going through exams for the next week, therefore we seldom have the chance to express our devastating conditions going through IB at the moment. Hope you come back and check on the new things coming up during the summer. =)

He & She

note: This is simply my attempt during the holidays to add a little something before this blog completely writes me off. It's definitely not my best, but enjoy. =)

He was out there on the field. There was nothing more to say. Their story had become more than an epic novel. It has become the obsession of her heart. She loved the way he kissed her head right before he went out and played his heart out on the field, knowing that without that one gesture it wouldn’t be the same. She loved the way her heart felt when she was at his side. Breathing in the very air in which they coexisted together in harmony. Knowing not of the limits of time and their happiness; it was bliss. He had thought of her just the other day, sitting in the coffee shop working on her laptop, the words he could no longer contain. Never was he able to feel such splendor in a simple gaze. “I love you” he said. Surprised, she looked up only to realize it has only been a month before that they shared such sweet intimate memories.

It was the bitter truth that he could no longer be by her side. Could it have been the cost paid for such perfect romance; maybe it was so. However, it didn’t seem to matter, not during the good days, it was when the sweet memories would consume her pain and sorrow she felt every single day he was no longer there. Maybe it was denial, maybe it was wrong in the sights of others, but she cared no longer in the good days. Granted, the waves of joy and sadness come randomly and wash every sane part of her existence. During those times it would seem to the world that she was no more than a troubled young girl, probably in love or insane. True, she might have seemed so.

After months being strained between one that he truly loved and one that seemed so obscure; he was tired. No longer does he wish for the empty laughter he goes through sided by the pitiful existence of himself in the mirror. No longer does he yearn for that serene silence that has now demented itself to become the wounding silence of the night. There was only one thing on his mind, one thing he yearned and could ever dream of. It was the comfort and the soft presence that only she could bring. The very air around her seemed like heaven to his eyes, it was his escape, his serenity and the one place he wished he called home. “How could he be so blind, so stupid and so reckless?” he cursed under his breath every night he felt empty. Hating the very skin upon his degrading body; there were no words left.

They had said more than enough, there was no need for arguments or middle of the night phone calls. It was all said and done. One look said it all. One gentle kiss brought by the gentle winds could bring all of it back. Their love so pure and so true, it was impossible. For the time being his smile was enough, her laughter was enough. The twisted perspectives that drove her up at night till the moon had seem to no longer bring meaning of the change of day could no longer come back. The pitiful eyes and judgment of her friends, the contemptible smiles and nudges on her shoulder from his; brought no more meaning.

At most… Their feelings were true. Everything else seems trivial holding each other’s gaze.