We All Have Our Scars

Scar (skär), noun:

1. A mark left on skin/ tissue after a wound etc. has healed.
   
2. A marring or disfiguring mark on anything.
3. The lasting mental or emotional effects of suffering or anguish.

-Webster's New World Dictionary,
Third College Edition.

Anything can scar.
Your skin, your liver, your heart, your body.

Your soul.

Anything can be subjected to its distortion. To be maimed into a form so unrecognizable, you shy away from your being. A mutilation that bypasses physicality to embed itself in the very core of your humanity.

They arise from wounds, inflicted by the knives of intention and neglect.

Physical scars, visible scars, those that riddle your body. They are the scars of Mother Nature.

What of the scars brought upon by Human Nature?

The ones that are flogged upon, not bare skin, but ethereal spirit, on the tender lining of our heart, seeping our sense of goodwill and innocence with every fiery crack of its relentless whip.

Mother nature may inflict scars over us to protect us from further injury. Human nature intends to damage us permanently to hide it's mutilation amongst the converted-deformed.

We all have our scars.

Scars that never really healed. Scars that tear open as suddenly, gushing out humanity and our essence of being.





Scars that require,
too much of us,
to close the wound.

My Friend

You know,

There are times,

When we get annoyed,

Irritated, even, with each other.

There are times,

When animosity runs through,

As deep and as piercing,
As the silence between us.

Through thick or thin,

A slew of emotions,

We occasionally avoid,
To escape the disparities between us.

Nevertheless,
it is at times like this,

I remember why,

Of the billions of people,
I call you ...

My Friend

Depressed

Everyone is angry at me...

...For something I didn't do.

For something I had no part in...

...Now I'm being ignored.

So, I tell myself...

...That they can go screw themselves.

And I feel so much better...

...Because I get to release some of MY anger.

TEE HEE! :)

Irksome

Ahhh, the Digital Age.

These are times when correspondence is dominated by the ever reaching arms of the Internet. Where speaking is optional, and standardized smileys are replacing the wide array of human facial expressions.

Communication has never reached such an unsentimental pinnacle.

There are drawbacks, various implications, ranging from socio-economic disasters to the erosion of humanity.

That is not what this post is about.

As usual, I'm just gonna complain. Yes. Complain and nag, moaning, groaning, about why some people will put others through such discomfort and irritability.

Don't you just hate it when PEOPLE DON'T REPLY YOUR MESSAGES. Or to be more specific, SOME PEOPLE JUST STOP REPLYING YOUR MESSAGES MID-CONVERSATION. It's not a long lull. They just don't come back to you ever. Period.

Now, in lieu of sounding like a hypocrite, I shall confess, that at times, I may sink to such behavior. In my DEFENSE however, it's not that I just stop corresponding. I may TAKE A LONGER TIME, BUT EVENTUALLY I REPLY (within 24 hours).

And for those I DO NOT WISH TO HAVE AN ONLINE CONVERSATION WITH, I DO NOT REPLY THEM AT ALL IN THE FIRST PLACE.

So, I just absolutely detest it, when you're messaging each other, and the other person just breaks off and leaves the whole shenanigan hanging. Like, seriously, WTF?!

Okay, douche, lemme break it down for you.

NUMBER 1: When you decide to take up a person's topic or conversation, follow it to the very end or DON'T START IN THE FIRST PLACE. How would you like it if you were talking to a friend, and he/she just walks away when you ask he/she a question? Not very nice issit? Yeah, there's food for thought.

NUMBER 2: Like seriously, everyone knows you got like a super busy life, with all them super shiny stars waiting to take you out to super expensive restaurants and shit. DOES IT TAKE, A FREAKING DAY, TO JUST TYPE OUT, " IM SORRY, IM BUSY, TALK TO YOU LATER"??!!!

I mean, serious shit. You don't even have to spell everything out. 'Im sry, bz now, ttyl". See?? The wonders of abbreviations.

I never knew that by flinging your fingers over your keypad to spell out a weird ass bunch of vowelless consonants might actually create a vortex that hungrily digests copious amounts of the time continuum.

If so, I must be an approximately 1000 years old by the time I'm done with this rant. Poor me.

So yeah. It totally sucks. No one asks you to be perfect. Just answer the damn messages. And if you're busy, jz say ur bz in da nxt msg, ttyl, or myb nxt tme. gtg, cya. kthxbai.

Jerk.

The Love Index

The Love Index is a measurement of your desirability and long-term relationship potentiation.

You see, everyone walks around with a certain 'price', and in the market of singles, dating, sex and love, supply has to match demand, with higher quality products fetching better value.

And the value of the commodity, in this case the datee, is determined by the Love Index.

Now, the Love Index is but a simple formulae made up mainly of the X-FACTOR, that includes mostly personal presentation and body shape. The trick to fetching a higher price in the market is to obtain a high Love Index, which is synonymously reflected by a high X-Factor value.

As you can see, it is a simple mathematical correlation, whereby it is highly desirable to have a high X-Factor value ( Well-groomed, clean and relatively fit, but not overbulky body builder), which incidently leads to a larger Love Index.

However, the Love Index is also affected by personality ( No. of genuine smiles a day - Friendliness; Time required to forgive - low values indicate one who is empathic and nonconfrontational). A decrease or increase in either factor will ultimately change your value.

Usually, single people will tend to want someone who has the same Index, or a person with a higher Index than him/her.

The Index is not static though, and changes with time, maybe with experience. Through the use of visual aids, the X-Factor can be falsely raised without ever going through the exorbitant spending of $$ by the application of pirated goods.

However, uncompromising goods such as soap and facial care cannot be overlooked or neglected, as personal hygiene plays a huge role in the humdrum of life.

Hence, by the powers of Aristotle, Ptolemy, the great philosophers of mathematics and science, the Mystery of Love can finally be represented by a condensed mathematical equation that measures a person's worth in the single's market.



DISCLAIMER: Since the equation was thought up in 5 minutes and scribbled on a notepad by an inexperienced youngster, mainly me, there is no guarantee that the Index will correlate exactly in real life. Many outward factors still remain and may influence outcome. Toodles!

Frankly

Am I mean?

Do I stare you up and down with a condescending look?

Does my arrogant, emotionless gaze make you squirm?

Am I haughty?

Unfortunately, the answer to the questions above is an undeniable YES, especially by people who don't know me so well.

Ooooh, I can hear them saying. 'You better work on your attitude, boy!', 'No one likes a stuck up pussy prick!', or worse yet 'You'll have NO FRIENDS!!'

ARGHHHHHH!!!!

And here I am, thinking I was King of the World.
Ah well. Looks like I have my flaws too. LOL

Anyway, jokes (albeit sarcasm) aside, I admit I tend to portray the image of a prissy bitch. I have no idea why. *Probably it's because my life is sooooo sad, and there is a hole in my heart that possesses an insatiable thirst for love that will never occur. Pfffffttttttttt*

Although, deep down, I know I sometimes hurt people, unintentionally. Which is really unbecoming and rude obviously.

So, I have devised Alex's Top 5 Rules to Overcoming Your Inside Bitch:

• Smile more ( Although in my case, i better smile less, because instead of reacting in outrage, people actually react in fear to my smile)

• Say your pleasantries (Like, Good Morning, or Thank you, or How Do You Do?) - and mean them. It's frustrating when someone asks you How Are You? when they don't give a shit about how you are.

• Don't raise your nose too high ( It might only apply to me. Sometimes when I walk, I raise my nose. Dammit.) This is also a good tip, in case a knife-wielding robber happens to streak past, and your inviting caverns serve as vantage point for the tip of his weapon.

• Touch people more ( I realized that old folks and young children like to be reassured, and sometimes all they need is a light pat on the back, or a friendly hug. EVERYONE NEEDS THAT)- PLUS, you connect more intimately with people. But don't be a pedophile. Please. I'm not condoning molestation.

• Speak in a polite, level tone. No one likes to be shouted or nagged at. 'Nuff said.

So there are my top five ways. It's not foolproof. It's not a golden ticket to being popular. But it's MY way of becoming, at least, a nicer friendlier person.

Of course, there will be some that will still hate you regardless of what you do. I guess all you can do in this situation is say you're sorry for whatever you've wronged them by, and walk away.

OR you can slap the mothafaka shit out of their sonovabitch tight assholes and let them suck on sticks slathered with dung as thick as a donkey's dick.

Your call.

Either way, I just want to apologize if anything I did, said or expressed made you feel anything but joy. It wasn't my intention and I did not mean unwell. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

Adieu!

Books Whose Cover Don't Match

I just had a haircut recently, since my hair was getting a tad unruly. So it went down really short at the sides, with a geometric slant fringe, kinda punky club boy look. All at the hairstylist's persuasion.

So as usual, I went about my daily life.

Then someone commented that I look like a BAD BOY.

Hmm... Now, the word BAD BOY springs images of Harleys and leather jackets, with midnight ink shades and knuckle dusters to my mind. Couple that with hard fast racing, some rough sex and lotsa lotsa macho masculine appeal. THAT'S a BAD BOY.

Which obviously is nothing like me.

So I was just saying. People that know me will never refer to me as a bad boy in a million lightyears. I mean, seriously. I like to read, stay at home on rainy days. I like singing, dancing music. My favorite show at the moment is Glee. Like, I'm practically a poster child for everything a BAD BOY should NOT BE.

Yet one look at my hairstyle, and I'm deemed a BAD BOY.

It got me thinking. How many people have been stereotyped, one way or another, just by the way they present themselves. Just by how they look.

In a sense, people react symbiotically with their first impression, and unless certain traits point out otherwise, they actually build-up a mental perception of how you are SUPPOSEDLY like, based on their early judgment, without getting to know the person as an individual.

In short, they treat a person based on how they stereotype him/ her to be.

This is obviously not surprising. It's been going on for God knows how long. Everyone has experienced it.

In fact, a few articles have also pointed out that 'ugly' people are generally less favored in preferance for average to good-looking people:

http://www.thepolitic.com/archives/2005/04/07/beauty-and-wealth/
http://www.halfsigma.com/2007/02/the_ugliness_ta.html

Which is worrying and disturbing, since beauty is obviously a personal choice. Also, this matter will restrict the independent movement of individuality, since the advent of conventional beauty will basically compartmentalize people into categories and set beauty scales.

How will you react if an employer chooses someone deemed better looking then you for the job, even if both of you have identical resumes and working experience?

There is evidently no law to protect such people.

However, how can we quell discrimination, with the introduction of a Bill of Rights for Ugly Human Beings?

Hmmm....