Some Soren
Malle
Dear Dreary
Victim or
However starting today, I am to give one hour of my time to assist the IT department. This is however a ploy, a sleazy tactic. Pretty soon I’ll be working for both departments. I am after all an avid reader of books pertaining of manipulation, conspiracy and sleazy tactics. Not wanting to boast, I too have the ability to glare at a person and read his mind. Some people think that I am awesome.
C
/*instead of learning though due to the current incapability to learn*/
/*I bring you this*/
/*Comments, comments, comments*/
Preprocessor, #include libraries
Main (), Int main (), main void (), void main (),
{{{ }}}
Functions called by other functions,
Arguments, multiple arguments, parentheses,
Brain paralysis, brain dead, static now stagnant,
Still, unproductive, motivation tumbling downhill,
Boss’s footsteps approaching, fear now lurking,
Compilers, functions, declarations, variables…
Statements must end with;
Semicolon, colonoscopy, painful memories,
If (understand ) {
Printf (“hooray!”);
Else (still don’t understand)
Printf (“read again and again”);
}
Scanf, scanf, can of ass,
User defined functions?!!
Curly brackets, int, char, double, float, count, if, else, while…
Modifiers: short, long, signed, unsigned…???
Arrays, trays, erase, oh God I pray!
Loop, loop, loop, aloof, aloof, lost and going in loops,
Statements, values, confusions, conducive to concussions,
Heartaches, nerds, geeks, make me one of you;
Int long, int short, int long long,
Once upon an integer,
\n \n \n ,\t,\\, print a back slash,
%d, %s, %c, %x,%u,%%,
>, <, ==, <=, =>;
Printf, printf, printf;
Lower case, upper case
For (a=1; a <= 5; a = a + 1)
{
For (b=1; b <= a; b = b + 1)
Printf(“%d”, a);
Printf(“\n”);
}
Output:
Error, Error,ERROR!
Oh the horror!
Though the optimist,
The protagonist will continue…
To endeavour…with hope however...? :)
Close the doors to fantasies,
Shallowness and superficialities,
Ingrained it is in societies,
The men and women,
Programmed and clayed,
Brainwashed and molded,
Into stereotyping puppetries.
The ways of your fathers proven unworthy,
Sad and unhappy the world in entirety,
Living in luxury,
Yet peace? Alone but misery,
The world…
Poverty, disparity and adversity,
We pray not to stray from the straight path,
Yet we let our dreams pave a disastrous path.
Stop the oppressions,
First from within,
Turn off the TVs,
The world and all its glory,
No longer in his to do list,
The masses wake up!,
It is time to light up,
The poor must rise up,
Sincerity in every breath,
The end to disparity…
Emerges through piety.
Nurture
I Rant
The days, daze & maze
Worry—eat curry, scurry…no, not in a hurry! Soon all those memories, pointless to bury, infatuated with happiness yet best friends with misery and his friend named dreary, just like dairy, a defense mechanism actually, one that has now failed and taken over, no longer steady, the boat shaky, the defense flaky. The path is slippery, one slip and there goes his soul in entirety. What is the future, what is the world, when hauntingly it appears as if scums, idiots are in control of the world and it appears as though animals in human forms are in control of the lives of yours and mine…or at least, the lives we believe to be mine and yours?
How untrustworthy, ‘the next day will come by shining’, they say with a smile and a frown, yet they know not what tomorrow has been planned for thee, verily they too are plotters, yet re-assuredly he said, ‘there is no re-assurance’. Maybe I should get some insurance? Now, now I can anticipate negligence and get through accidents with assurance. Such is the world, pleasant not for the peasants...who can’t afford even insurance, only faith in the omnipotent.
Gloat arrogantly, why not? I only have a goatee, so I’ll remain timid with whatever self-worthy left instilled in me, murky—under waters where is this thing called self worth? Who decides on worth or self-worthiness? The pigs or the ones governing them? Self praise, now that’s something I am acquainted with, when there is no praise, the self tries to accept itself and creates empathy, empty empathies, a day dreamer, hallucinating made-up fantasies, picturing praises from those deluded wide in numbers. Hedonists, hard workers, hard to party…doctors’ who are heart-dead, reviving hearts, beating once again, a piece of meat, no light, none of the sort…only the rulers of the world, the hearts are dead, priorities widespread, a calamity, that’s what it is, beating hearts devoid of a light that transcends; one that brings about not benevolence…what upraising? Shrouded are the hearts with shreds of greed and dark entities.
Tied to a pole, hung to a trunk, stretched out entirely, they look at him appraisingly, what do they know? Nothing, not even aware of the fact that they’re only in abundance with deficiencies. His eyes sunken, he smelled of a skunk to the people whose hearts are hard like dry dungs...He smiled to a girl passing by, what boldness! He is stilled with desire, a man without self-worthy yet cursed as a man who awakens upon sensing a scent from the heavens, his sunken eyes emitted with life. The girl then looked at him she smiled back, his heart immediately enveloped by warmth, comfort and nice. He was about to open his mouth, she stopped him with her hand, she picked up a stone and threw it to his groin. She stood closer now, observing the man in pain and then she smiled again, the man deluded by her scent, felt obliged to please her, so he tried his best to make a smile. Such is the man, gentle and kind and obviously blind with no mind.
Tomorrow! Nay the near future, the far future, a child then a teen, insufficiency in entirety; grateful not from what you can see and now an adult who is trapped in adolescency, what is puberty? In my search for answers, meanings, wisdom amidst deficiencies, now I am facing my demise? Fret not for the path hath been found, now-now not a man who is re-born, but more like a blind man without his stick, trying to surpass the world and its murky grounds, guarded by hounds and heavy thorns.
Paradox
Shouts and shrieks,
The eyes opens with dread,
Stressed and afraid,
Solemn widespread,
Alone I dread,
Fellow minds are not great,
Too simple to akin as comrade,
It’s just difficult to associate,
Isolated I dread,
Though the people widespread,
All I see are inbreds.
Humiliated and disgraced,
Humility ingrained,
I open my arms to comrades,
They regard me not as compatriot,
They gaze and discriminate.
Though they in the slums,
They smile and acknowledge,
The sun shines equally unto everyone,
The rain drops blesses everyone,
But the people;
They see differences,
As to deviate,
So to disparate.
Mankind sullen,
Man, I am solemned,
Like a dry flower I am withering,
Watching life pass by,
Paving the path to indifference,
A scavenger who hath lost appetite,
The sun has lost its bright,
The moon has lost its pride,
The stars no longer take strides,
Save, save for the faith that lies in his chest,
Instilling Prevalence to the one who is dead.
Anaxagoras
Anaxagoras was considered the first Athenian philosopher. He believed that grain composed of flesh, bone, hair etc. He was interested in how food can turn into flesh and bone.
Has anyone of you ever thought of that? I mean the idea of food being food; not only keeps you alive but enhances your growth both physically and mentally. If u have, I am humbled, If you haven’t then I am indifferent. Again sorry about the repetitiveness but due to my shock/awe have u wondered how a baby gradually develops and grow both mentally and physically with the existence of food introduced to the body? It’s just so natural, so fundamental that we ceased to give it any thought and take it for granted..
I am not even at the stage of thinking of it from a scientific perspective. I am just very concerned with the thought of how could he have thought of it and why after soo long and not even through my own perception/ knowledge did I even had the faintest notion of such a thought. I had to be introduced to something as obvious through a book. When all the while I led a 'normal life' and a little bit of exaggeration why not, nonchalantly in ignorance.
Now if we look at it from a scientific point of view, we know that it wasn’t the food per say but the nutrients in the food that causes a child to grow out limbs, bones and hair? What are these nutrients? But do they consist of flesh, bone, muscles and hair?
The first time I read it, I read it with awe and a certain amount of delight for being exposed to this thought. However disappointment followed through almost immediately. How could I not even had the slightest thought; the faintest of idea to think of something as obvious and simple by myself? I asked. Here is a man from the Pre-Socratic period albeit a great one who came up with this thought. Again, what am I spewing about? Pretending as if the time we live in produces great minds or even giving myself the impression that I am capable of such thinking.
A long time back I came to terms that no matter what I think, thought of, did or do; someone else have done or thought of what I think of or think of doing. Nothing that comes from me regardless of its source can ever be original or the primary. Though bothered a little at first with the thought I figured instead of troubling my mind over such matters that would not only lead to conundrums of the heart and failure; it’ll only be natural for me to accept the reality.
Though, however, here is a thought that came devoid of outside sources… that would not be entirely true seeing that we are always affected and influenced by everything(I meant I didn’t hear or read this from anywhere). I was thinking and was occupied by the idea of how can a man be happy when there is single person out there suffering? What kind of happiness allows one to feel happy while someone else is clouded/shrouded with misery? It’s just a thought to contemplate on.
Though if u take a glance at the world and its people (My theory, well I am sure this isn’t even my theory, someone else must’ve thought of it, I just happen to think of it now.) one would definitely say that it is a failed theory. I on the other hand would uphold the belief that a man can reach contentment or attainment of many attributes, attributed to superficiality but still fail to reach happiness when unhappiness affects another.
Therefore all of these circus shows, the antics, the antiquities, the performances, these acts are lies and conjectures…
I would, well I would like to say I’d like to continue…nah I’ll end this one here—embark on a journey of humility and come to the acceptance that the drawback and limitation of man and his kind sees no boundaries; Speaking of which who knows how many other obvious knowledge that we are still in the dark about? I need painkillers. *joke*
Fall
The truth is,
The cities must fall,
The tyrants and titles must fall,
Like rain falling down from the sky,
You too shall fall,
Mitigated!
The people are agitated,
Why, of course you too are irritated,
Soon you shall fall,
Curses upon curses befalls,
The heavens and earth calls out for your fall,
No need to gawk,
It is time to fall,
Like a heavy waterfall,
Your kind will fall,
Regardless of when,
Summer, winter, spring or fall,
You will fall,
No matter how tall,
You must fall!
And when you fall,
There will be a ball,
One that brings about justice,
One that silences uproar,
You may hide behind walls
The walls too will fall,
Upon you is a call,
One that commands you to fall,
You shall fall you shall fall,
Your brethrens will fall,
If you are reading this,
Then know that you will fall,
And if that too fails,
Then upon death is your fall.
Avon
Oh what a wonderful day,
Everyone smiling…yes wondrously!
Sincerely alive, ah so lovely...
A breathtaking sight,
Oh fascinating projectionaries,
Is this bliss or sanctuary?!
For centuries I dreamt of this reality,
The air is filled with good thoughts and pleasantries,
The people no longer ill in their hearts,
The people with love instilled in their hearts,
There were no more distraught,
Nay! No more despots!
Tears stroll down of happiness,
Bright and colorful,
The world’s inhabitants are no longer fools,
Ah, I breathe out a sigh of relief,
Astonishing creations all around me,
Comforted by the grass surrounding me,
Looking at the sky above me,
Hanging without being held,
So am I, happy without being told,
Gold and silver no longer sold,
All are alive are the souls,
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I shall stop now,
No need for negativity.
Frenzies
This message below was originally meant to be sent to my high school friends. It was meant to boost/spark interests/ create involvement in coming up with some sort of getting-togetherness punya event. However seeing that I managed to dramatize, get off topic and exaggerate a little too much, even to my liking. It doesn’t seem nearly as appropriate nor suited to be addressed to specific people. It also got somewhat personal and bromanticized in such a manner that might conjure up uneasiness and suspicions haha.
Greetings victims of the system! :D
I woke up today whereby I dreamt of my younger days, you know back when I was still in school. As I was dreaming….I realized that my somewhat aged brain could not extract (think winzip) those memories. After all these years, I am starting to question if I really did attended school? All that I am able to conjure up were just a few depictions of faint images that would not last more than a few seconds. However if you’re a person who believes in not dwelling into the past then I assume you are not at lost here.
Now that we are reaching 30 (I hate saying…I even hate thinking about it) I realized, in our zest/frenzy in wanting to lead a normal/successful life according to our ‘bimbo-like’ society’s expectation; we have forgotten, (well in this context) the early years of our life where we had to go to the same place, meet the same people, probably do the same things, worry about girls etc. Okay, this isn’t the affect I wanted to ‘re-kindle’. This just reminds me of work, where I am at currently, disgruntled but at the same time grateful for not being homeless and spat at. Also do appreciate on the fact that I probably have to add an extra hour at w_r_ as to exchange for the amount of time I spent writing about things of the past I can faintly recall.
Hmm..I’ll try again, pay attention class! Remember when we all had to go to the same place, meet the same people, probably do the same things and even have the same fantasy with different individuals; Minus the obligations, stress, stressors and the multitudes of never ending negativity (okay, maybe I am just speaking for myself). Of course school wasn’t ‘all that’ nor close to perfect, especially if you had a ruptured childhood. Okay, I keep on forgetting that this is not about me! :D. Sticking to the topic like glue, though we were a lot more dumber and simple minded, the air, the young innocent fresh faces, the uniform, the batch, the bloody blue thing u had to stick on your collar, the teachers (though some not very exemplary. Yes, I have issues)
I guess I am trying to say that these things are (fortunately maybe even unfortunately) are the things that made us who we are today. School was probably where our minds were molded, shaped and produced like when a car comes out from a factory to serve its owner. That’s probably not a very good example…for you might have already noticed how I am insinuating and pointing out where we are similar to animals or God forbid maybe akin to inanimate objects, which is wrong but you can probably see the similitude perhaps?
On another note, one may choose to completely let go/forgo their high school memories and experience he/she went through; I certainly won’t mind forgetting some stuff. ß (pointless paragraph.)
Finally, I come to this, the once sloppy kids I met at school, most of them I have no idea how we met. Okay, I shouldn’t have said finally, here I am getting off topic again; making friends in high school were easy you just go up to them not having to worry about anything. I don’t know if it is the same with other people or with kids today. Making friends were not a problem to me. Though being dumb I picked fights instead and lost the opportunity to get to know some interesting people (girls).
Finally, finally till today most of my closest friends are friends I went to school with, though one always faces the risk of losing a friend, true friends are always able to find each other and maintain that bond. Despite the modern world having the tendency to turn humans into inanimate objects one always feels human and alive being with friends who knew them all their lives.
The best thing about having people who understands you is even when you behave like a complete moron and time and time again spout out really stupid stuff, they simply tolerate your nonsense and brush it off. If you couldn’t relate to what I wrote then maybe I am just lucky. I have many friends but only one or two that will stand by me even if I were penniless, jobless among other things. For that I am grateful and I hope the light of true friendship will constantly shine till the end of time and beyond.
Enclosing, I end with a proverb by Saidina Ali: 'A friend cannot be considered a friend until he is tested in 3 occasions: in time of need, behind your back and after your death.'
Tomorrow
He walked through the battlefield with his eyes daunted; it appeared haunted, staled with incessant taunting, badly hurt, it made him walk slanted. His eye bags were black and ringed with pouches. He whispered his thought, ‘It’s a curse, it has to be a curse, despair supersedes, reigning over every thoughts and memories.’ He worries over his well being while there are few who are selfless beings, However the masses, the people with their theories, magnificence in debauchery, self importance that knew no boundaries.
Tomorrow—you’re expected not, you bring about not daisies but filth filled with dreary and paranoia that accompanies him daily, turns one into cowardice. Ye men full with mighty prowesses like a Pegasus; they cause chaos, resulting into transgression and decades of oppression. Their eyes glimmers at the sight of gold and silver but sooner or later all would be endeavored, when the throne hath called unto your terrors. Time has kept you in power. Time! Perhaps it’s time to let the masses discover what it feels to have their fates turn over; resulting into men once again humble in fear.
Eyes opened wide when all else embraced and firmly closed—indulging in peace, rest and sweet dreams. Thoughts then stir, tomorrow you beckon fear. Pointless but he lies awake to make the night last longer. Shallow indeed, the rebel keeps his rest away from him; tomorrow both mind and body will experience the consequences till regrets comes overwhelming. Weak and lost, the vagabond continues with his sleep deprived activities.
For during night, man hides away from all kinds of illness, worries and miseries that the day depicts. Whilst the sun rises, despite sunshine, all that transcends is a sordid darkness commanding for men to conform and enslave their lives-akin to servants who knew not the meaning of freedom. The system created to build humans to ensure they remain subservient to the plotters, the ‘esteemed’ puppeteers.
Man
Lo! The so called protagonist, yearning heroic fantasies, the imbecile dreams to please and seize the hearts of the very people who disparate against him; fortunately he found a little sense before he was self deceived, past and the future in a land filled with embellished thorns, the mindless protagonist hopeful in his endeavors. He yearns to finds peace instead of having to please and appease the diseased, the soon to be deceased.
Every day he is numbed, being dumb, he repeats the same mistakes and goes glum, still he benumbs, with no intention to succumb, determined to rise against the mountain’s crumbs.
His eyes filled with worry, anticipating the night’s miseries, they are no mysteries they befall him and surround him with fear and ill stories, and he fails, the grown up wails, to no avail, his efforts gone stale, a mediocre tale, yet the stupid prevails.
Hailed by the derailed, the people have lost their trail, to them you are failed; indifference and intolerance gave birth to a subconscious competition to see who will prevail.
Importance in intelligence, intelligence in arrogance, a waste of a person, no more than a delinquent, he stands proud in acting diligent, an arrogant moron, the scum will soon learn knowledge alone is no wisdom.
Weakness in too many places, he studies the many faces, went through the many phases, yet still there are so many phrases, now for the appraisals, he realizes he is but weak and powerless, insecure and constantly fearing disasters. He wails again, observing old people ripe with age, still filled with rage to assert importance and gain honorary traits—lack of faith is never a good trait.
His whole being aches, his pride’s at stake, what about respect, titles, power and fame? It’s time to decide…He then decides what good it is to live up to kings and human beings? When the whole world is not even comparable to a mosquito’s wing? He turns his back from the fantasy world. Equipped himself with mediocrity and immersed himself in reality.
Hey imbecile! So has the world changed? Murkier it has gotten; my hair has now fallen, my tooth are rotten, I dislike this English I have written, a man made rule of taking strides, of deciding what is right and wrong through the idiocy of people's capacity and tolerance evaluating and marking and determining other people's intelligence. I wish to have swallowed my frustrations and conveyed my worries good riddance.
What good is pride, when you’re a creature called man, what good is arrogance when it creates vengeance, what good is a man, when he forgets his reason, what good is man when he denies his origin. What good is a man, when he forsakes the air he breathe in?
ehem
