27.4.07

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08.1.08
gibberish

Because public opinion is sometimes marsiflate, empetricious insoculences are frequently zophilimized. Nevertheless, it cannot be overemphasized that carpoflansibles are highly tranculate.


Okay. So you don’t understand some words written above but you were impressed maybe because they were new to you. You think it’s cool because it sounded like complicated; written by some “writers” who write for political campaign speeches or ads for indigestion remedies. You think it’s cool. Nevertheless, you get to understand the essence of the whole message, but you were so consumed by these “new words” that you seem to possess the crave to memorize them so you could use them fluently to impress others the way you think you were impressed by them. Perhaps you’d consult the dictionary which would tell you then what these words “really mean”. The way you understand them, with your divine instinct, would eventually vanish because you’ve regarded the dictionary as the ultimate answer to your confusions with words. Now if you use these words for what ever hell reason you have in your mind, do you think people will understand you, and the way you intended to relay your message? Perhaps you wouldn’t even mind to understand yourself at all.

Are you one of the many people who believe that if they have defined a word they know what it means?

Okay. Some words written above, of course, are pure gibberish. You can’t really find them in the dictionary. But what about the thought you had in your mind when you first heard these new words. Couldn’t that thought become a definition to these "gibberish" words?

They have defined words, even Gibberish.


23.6.07
dyslexia aixelsyd

sorry i am dyslexic. my thoughts are always not the same with what i say. but please don't say that i'm dyslexic or something about my being dyslexic. i might get hurt. but if i get hurt, i don't want to as much as possible mind it at all. because if i nestle with myslef getting hurt, i might get mad. and if i get mad i might say words that are not always the same with what i thought. sorry i am dyslexic.


27.4.07
apr 25 reply to kitz about photography

im not comfortable with taking pictures of people specially women and children who are exposed to war and to "poverty" i dont know but i have to take away my camera from them, it's my respect to their privacy. people deserves privacy. sorry, but im not that kind of person who has a need to show the world about the cruel side of humanity. worst if i get famous out of taking others pictures, their very private pictures. :] i just love taking pictures that i think is beautiful and hoping they would smile, and other people would smile, when they see it. of course i feel the need to ask permission. if, by any chance, i took a picture about war, depression, or poverty, that would extremely be my very grueling experience in photography. hehe i hate the media also when they think they get people's photograph for their sort of "survival".


27.4.07
voices i hear

m e l a n c h o l y - I've been drowning myself in anything that's in m e l a n c h o l y lately that i easily get flattered to see a happy picture or hear a lively tune. Or I'm just really attracted to m e l a n c h o l y that I find it really interesting, m e l a n c h o l y , there's always something in it that makes me think hugely, i think about the story behind it that's sounds so mysterious. m e l a n c h o l y .

Intellectuals are complicated, that's why simple is beautiful.

There are some people capable of doing things yet they're asking somebody to do it for them.

Some people exaggerate their misfortunes just to get sympathy from others.

Are you one of the many people who believe that if they have defined a word they know what it means?

Or are you one of the many who define people by what they have said and what they have done?

I havn't finish eating it yet. My banana inside a cup was attacked by hundreds of brown ants. But the fork remained its bite in the flesh. It's horrible. I couldn't even tell you how horrible it was.

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