Idiosyncratic.

3/27/2010

Grow up.

A lot of people call me immature, and they often tell me to grow up.

I know that doing stupid stuff can annoy people, but really who wants to hurry growing up?

I also know that some people are forced to grow up too soon.

I think that true love with another person takes a lot of growing up, but I'm still not in a rush.

There's a great pleasure in wearing socks with furry animals on them, socks made for 5 year olds.
I'm not gonna stop loving bouncy castles.
In my old age, I'll probably still be in my own little world.

3/20/2010

The story of a good man.

Today I heard about a man who people thought was emasculated by his wife.
Then one day someone asked him why, and he said

My wife grew up in a broken family, her parents argued and her father was always drunk, she had to take care of three younger siblings. If she didn't tke care of them, and make sure it was all running smoothly, it'd all fall apart. Even now she thinks that, if she doesn't control everything it'll fall apart. It's impossible for anyone to control everything... but, she can control me. If I let her. So I do, to make her feel safe, that's my job, as her husband.

That's love.

Animals

I never knew why, but I've always hated humans as a race.
Animals in general behave the same way, not humans.
Some humans are monogamous, some the complete opposite.
Maybe it's cause as a race, humans are stupid. Individuals can be intelligent.

And why do I look at animals differently?
I compare people I know to animals in the way they behave.
I draw animals, and never draw humans, because where I see beauty in animals, I see ugliness in people.
There are few humans, which to me, can compare to the beauty of a fine animal.

Emotions

I was talking to Mufasa, and I cannot comprehend how he doesn't show emotion.
It isn't that he suppresses it, if anything he tries to show more emotion.

Mufasa, Shumba and King Julian all don't show it, and they're all strong. I've only ever seen KJ cry once in my lifee. The other two I've never seen. I know they feel, but why doesn't showing it come naturally?
It scares me. I never know what they think.

I always thought letting it out made you strong, 'cause though people know what your weaknesses are, people around you understood, they'll love you, help you.

And for the ones we love, we fight as the fiercest of all.

YESYESYES!

I GOT A NEW CAMERAAA! <3
Now all I need is a ukulele and I'm content.

3/18/2010

Flattery gets you anywhere.

For me this always applies. People think I'm overexaggerating when I tell them this.
Seriously. Flattery makes me melt like warm nutella.

The Princess and the Frog.

This is officially my favourite movie.
It's about just being who you are,
Not having to change to be with someone you love,
Love is all you need,
Being a 'daddy's girl'
If you never give up, your dream will come true,
Never stop believeing in the one you care for.

I'm such a naive, soppy, squishy, creature ^_^

The boy and his falcon - One of my favourite stories.

Once there was a boy.
When the boy was six years old, his father gave him a falcon to train.
Falcons are raptors - killing birds, his father told him, hunters of the sky.
The falcon didnt like the boy, and the boy didnt like it either.
Its sharp beak made him nervous, and its bright eyes always seemed to be watching him.
It would slash at him with its beak and talons when he came near: For weeks his wrists and hands were bleeding.
He didnt know it, but his father had selected a falcon that had lived in the wild for over a year, and thus nearly impossible to tame.
But the boy tried, because his father had told him to make the falcon obedient, and he wanted to please his father. He stayed with the falcon constantly, keeping it awake by talking to it and even playing music to it, because a tired bird meant it was easier to tame.
He learned the equipment, the jesses, the hood, the brail, the leash that bound the bird to his wrist.
He was meant to keep the falcon blind, but he couldnt bring himself to do it - instead he tried to sit where the bird could see him as he touched and stroked its wings, willing it to trust him.
He fed it from his hand, and at first it would not eat. Later, it ate so savagely that its beak cut the skin of his palm. But the boy was glad, because it was progress, and because he wanted the bird to know him, even if the bird had to consume his blood to make that happen.
He began to see that the falcon was beautiful, that its slim wings were built for speed of flight, that it was strong and swift, fierce and gentle. When it dived to the ground, it moved like light. When it learned to circle and come to his wrist, he nearly shouted with delight.
Sometimes the bird would hop onto his shoulder and put its beak in his hair. He knew his falcon loved him, and when he was certain it was not just tamed, but perfectly tamed, he went to his father and showed him what hed done, expecting him to be proud.
Instead, his father took the bird, now tame and trusting, in his hands, and broke its neck.
I told you to make it obedient, his father said and dropped the birds lifeless body to the ground. Instead, you taught it to love you. Falcons are not meant to be loving pets: They are fierce and wild, savage and cruel. This bird was not tamed, it was broken.
Later when his father left him, the boy cried over his pet, until eventually his father sent a servant to take the body of the bird and bury it.
The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he learned: that to love is to destroy and to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
From City of Bones by Cassandra Clare.

Idiosyncratic.

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3/27/2010

Grow up.

3/20/2010

The story of a good man.

Animals

Emotions

YESYESYES!

3/18/2010

Flattery gets you anywhere.

The Princess and the Frog.

There's so much more to me.

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The boy and his falcon - One of my favourite stories.