Tuesday, January 30, 2007

How to Enjoy

Did you know that it was up to you to enjoy everything and anything in this life?

I sure have spent many years of my life not knowing it.. and leaving it in the hands of others.. and if it was like this it would've been better.. then you get it the way you wanted it, and you still don't enjoy it.. maybe because you don't know how to!

Some blame their parents, if you had any, and some blame their teachers, while others blame the weather!

Tell me this.. have you ever appreciated sickness?

Treating Myself

I've just bought myself something I wanted.

Usually, I'd just open this delicious chocolate and eat it, the second I want to.

Never minding anything, or my health at that point.

But today, I'm doing something different..

I'm putting it in a place where it screams my name to eat it..

And I'm not gonna even touch it, unless I do two things I've been wanting to do since a while

I'm talking about changes.

I'm gonna treat myself only if I really pull a great job, and do what I wanted to do.

Otherwise, I ain't gonna touch it

I'm not gonna accept half-ass jobs

And not gonna take excuses.

I could've waited and wrote of it if it worked or not

But you have to get this very clearly:
I'm in full control, and it is up to me
It's not what's gonna happen.. it's what I'm doing this very moment
Taking control, making a decision, and sticking to it.

Monday, January 29, 2007

To Find

You would have to have lost something in order to 'find' it. Otherwise, you maybe 'saw' something or 'stumbled' on something, etc...

Saturday, January 27, 2007

SelectedFew

SelectedFew is about topics/issues that concerns me. It's me and others writing in one place. Rule of thumb:

  • If it's just about me, or too personal, or does not concern anyone, etc.. then it's to be posted on my own blog (here).
  • If it has to do even remotely about me and my Wendy, it's about beauty, shinning, love and such, then it's to be posted on GenuineHearts.
  • And last, if it has to do with bigger issues, and concerns others beside me, then it's to be posted on SelectedFew.

Man Who Writes About Himself

"The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and all time." ~George Bernard Shaw [source]

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Living Outside of the Norm


"Not a morning person? Take solace -- new research suggests that "night owls" are more likely to be creative thinkers.

Scientists can't yet fully explain why evening types appear to be more creative, but they suggest it could be an adaptation to living outside of the norm."

I mean for years I wanted to be normal, beautiful, happy and to fit in, until I started to understand that darkness is essential to being human, and since I'm so not perfect, thus perfectly imperfect, then I too am a human. Dealing with what's unpleasant is damn important. The world is changed by those who dare to be different. The hell with pleasing others, or givin' a damn about what people might say. What they're gonna do? Show their ignorance by calling me Gothtard? Or perhaps burn me with books?


Solitude



MJ, Jan 19th, 2007 CE

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

GOD

When I was alone, and had nothing

I asked for a friend to help me bear the pain

No one came, except GOD

When I needed a breath to rise, from my sleep

No one could help me.. except GOD

When all I saw was sadness, and I needed answers

No one heard me, except GOD

So when I'm asked.. who I give my unconditional love to?

I look for no other name, except GOD



© Lyrics of "GOD" by 2Pac.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Sometimes It's What You Don't

Sometimes it's not what you see/say/hear/do; sometimes it's what you don't. ~MJ

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Heartbreaker


My second webcomic!



"I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm, he came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know, don't seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know him anymore
There's nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
Thats what's going on, nothing's fine I'm torn

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn

So I guess the fortune tellers right
Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light
To crawl beneath my veins and now
I don't care, I have no luck, I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things that I can't touch, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
You're a little late, I'm already torn. torn.

There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on, nothings right, I'm torn

I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed into something real
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late, I'm already torn
"


Real Ignorance


My very first comic!

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Beauty of a Dead Bug


I've been asked:

MJ, what do you see in, say, a dead bug on the ground?

Well it's a cool question.. tells me that I'm talking to someone's interesting. Normal people don't bother thinking of such stuff..

First I look at the bug, and compare it to other bugs like it.. you know, when you notice one bug is a bit different that the others??

Then I wonder where this bug have been..

If it's a bee for example, how many flowers did it touch..

How many hearts did it break..

This world is so full of beauty..

Sometimes I can't take it all at once..

It is so overwhelming.

And there goes again, another rare smile of mine...