When I was in Kindergarten my mom picked me up late after school and all of my classmates were gone. It was just me and I think two other teachers. I started crying when mom finally came because It was late and I was all alone. I remember feeling really scared.
was a girl in a picture,
which he found on the street.
He picked it up and kept it.
As time went by he married,
but still kept it.
One day, his wife found it and asked,
“Where did you get this?”
The man said,
“I found it when i was a child..
but why are you asking?”
His wife replied,
“I lost this picture when i was seven.” —aww.. Happy post Valentine’s day! :3
- Adrian: hai. need your opinion on keyboards.
- Me: just get ANY keyboard man
- Adrian: NO.
- Me: Id pick a starcraft keyboard the simple looking one with a special feel on the buttons. makes for MAXimum actions per minute
- Adrian: but that special sc keyboard sucks. its a membrane. and its 2KRO. max 2 keys at the same time. what a rip.
- Adrian: membrane vs mechanical. the razer uses the same keys as the filco majestouch, but at a reallllly cheap price
- Adrian: i now realize the greatness of your keyboard video post
- Me: Filco Majestouch "Tactile Touch" with Cherry MX Brown you mean this?
- Adrian: yeah. this one uses cherry MX blue. more click sound
- Me: see... you dont LISTEN to me. tsk..
- Me: i told ya
- Adrian: yeah yeah ok ok
- Me: man im so horny
- Me: nid ta get laid
- Adrian: ...
- Adrian: motherfuck
- Adrian: STICK TO THE TOPIC
The Comfort and Sweetness of Peace
After the clouds, the sunshine,
after the winter, the spring,
after the shower, the rainbow,
for life is a changeable thing.
After the night, the morning,
bidding all darkness cease,
after life’s cares and sorrows,
the comfort and sweetness of peace.
So i logged on this afternoon and imeem played Existentialism on Prom Night I felt something was different.. somehow the song was different. Just for the heck of it i searched the lyrics again and listened as it played.
I listened and I remembered why i love music. My buddy, my companion, my lifetime friend… Feeling crappy? Feeling bullshit? Feeling down and alone? Music is the one i turn to. It has got to be the best “invention” of mankind. Imagine a world of monotonous sounds and irregular noises. Where emotions are expressed in algebraic formulae and the scientific method..
Sometimes i feel music is more person than an actual person. It is never a stranger, never a burglar, never an enemy or a rival.
Music is never the stranger; like someone inside the LRT, who never looks up and never communicates. The stranger is isolated, or rather, chooses to ostracize himself in the midst of all the human persons around him. The stranger is an object..
Music is never a burglar, a thief or a con artist… these entitiies that steal from other persons unobstructed by sentiments of morality, of right and wrong. They are numb and cold and they hurt and destroy. And music is never numb and cold, it doesn’t hurt and destroy. Even the coldest and most bitter of melodies.. is filled with warmth and life. Because music keeps you going, it keeps you alive, it reminds you keep alive.
Music is never an enemy. Those that delight in your pain and suffering and long for your downfall and demise. The enemy cares not of what you think and of what you feel. It is as strange as a stranger and as wrong as a thief. The enemy won’t be there in your time of doubt, in fact he will devise ways in order to make every moment of your life miserable, every bitter moment more bitter, every hurtful memory hurt and last even more.
What is it then?
Music is a somebody and it is as somebody as something can get. Somebody who you listen to because it makes you feel something. He listens to the music in your heart like the person dearest to you. Somebody who makes you feel alive when you want to die. Somebody who enjoys your company, your presence, your existence.. somebody who listens… Music can be your best friend, your brother, your sister, your family, your special someone. He is with you every minute of your life. You can’t escape him because you don’t want to in the first place. You may not notice him but music is always by your side unconditionally. In a pluralistic world made up of choices, diversions and distractions, where keeping silent is such a hard thing to do, music is there, ready to listen.