Thorns

Some people think the character I use in some of the very short stories I post up here, Jakob, is somehow, in some ungodly way, related to the Jacob from Twilight.

Wha-?

And no, I didn't spell Jacob wrong. That's how it's spelt where I first got this name from. He was a character from a book trilogy a million times better than Twilight.

The Bartimaeus Trilogy. Which I know, right now, sounds a lot like white noise to a lot of you who are reading this right now, and I don't blame you. It's not a particularly popular trilogy. Hell, I wouldn't even have known about it myself if I hadn't randomly picked it up when I was 11. And that was because I thought the cover of the first book was cool.

But yeah. It's a good book. But now, the final book of the series has been shrunk down and deposited far into the corners of book stores nationally. Why? Simple. There was no vampire in it. There was no helpless damsel in it. There were no Edward Cullens, or Jacob Blacks, but if there were, they would be eternally scorned by the light of the main characters. Because they were persona's with characters infinitely better than that of Stephanie Meyer could have come up with.

Fan-girls don't appreciate depth. They don't appreciate good character development. They don't appreciate creativity. The only margins of fantasy they will ever know, is one comprised of a whiny 17 year old girl who complains because her boyfriend doesn't sink her teeth into her neck.

...Imagine if the Renaissance period had fan-girls. Leonardo would've done a Van Gogh.

Can You Say, Cha-Ching?

I am my family's own personal gardener.

Just finished mowing the lawn, trimming the hedge, rooting up the lalang and weeding out the -well, weeds. I work for as many hours as required and am payed with tonight's dinner. Jubilations.

I don't get an allowance. Nor do I get money for doing chores. My parents go by the principle of "We raised you, we fed you, we threw out your diapers; your turn." They stick by it like the law. Everything I do is counted as what I'm supposed to do, and should not require royalties. Which actually, if you lived your whole life like this, is pretty damn okay.

...I suppose my 10 bucks a week during school weeks does count as allowance though, right?

I don't bother turning on the radio anymore when I get in the car. All they play is trash.

...And that's your random post and ending for the day, folks. Stick strong.

Happy Dagger

Can you tell I was in a romantic mood?

...Cuz' I'm not, really. I drew all this stuff quite a while back, but never got the chance to scan it into the main house computer. So now, while I've got the chance, hey, I'll upload all the crap I drew.

I'm thoroughly bored.

I should ditch drawing all these curly, hearty, love things.

I Thought It Was Candy

Well, I did.

Isn't that what they all say is in that Box? Because love is sweet, intoxicating, beautiful, mesmerizing, enticing, addictive, lasting forever...the whole nine yards.

But from personal life experience, it's also really, really hard. Like, trying to cut a brick with paper, hard. Or...or...eating um...raw eggs. Without cracking them open.

But hey, let's open the Box anyway. That's how Pandora did it, that's how Romeo did it, and I quote Tony Stark when I say: It's worked pretty damn well so far.

...And I suddenly totally understand the term "bittersweet".

Oh, I Get It

So apparently, you suck at doing that "hint-hint" thing.

However, it is confirmed that I'm slow on the uptake.

Meh. Win or lose; ain't it all just a game?

Donkeys

So why are guys always pictured as the bad...well, for want of a better word- guys?

Be it in a relationship, or a movie, or those ever cliche chick lit books, somehow, the girlfriend/director/author (whom I highly suspect to be female) tend to make the guys character look like a jackass.

...Why?

I sometimes think the world focuses too much on women's rights. Not that I'm against it mind; I am very much pro-um...women. But yeah. It tends to overlook the fact that it's only every other loser that hits girls, or makes them feel bad.

And even those rare media where the girl plays the jackass, at the end of the movie, she somehow has the male protagonist fall for her, and forgive her, and all is well. Wha-?

I do understand that there is a certain amount of cliche-ness necessary for the production of such media, but come on. Girls, why do you think we hate going to watch chick-flicks with you? Why do you think guys all around the world cringe at the sight of and chick lit you hold in your hand? I'm sure this isn't the only reason, but I can guarantee, it's at least one of them.

Something the world tends to overlook: Girls are sensitive, and they are to be treated with care, and are human.

So are guys. But somehow, for some reason, we're expected to be able to handle being our girlfriend's personal cat-toys. And some idiots actually acclimatise to that role. From my point of view, the only reason why we put ourselves through any amount of difficulty is to either impress the girls, or protect the girls.

To put it in layman's terms, if you were carrying a baby girl and accidentally dropped her, you would pick her right back up, yes? See if she was hurt, see if she's okay...

Would you not do the same if it was a baby boy? Or would you just leave him there? Of course, you would do the same, no?

But now? When both the baby boy and girl are 15 years older?

The girls are tripping the guys.

It Doesn't Fit

I wrote this for my prettiest friend

But while trying not to prove that I care

Trying not to make all my moves in one motion and scare her away

Well she can't see she's making me crazy now

I don't believe she knows she's amazing how

She's got me holding my breath, so I'd never guess

That I'm a none such unsuitable, suited for her

-Prettiest Friend, Jason Mraz

...I like thinking I'm in love, when I actually don't really know what it's supposed to really feel like, or what's really supposed to happen. From what I've heard, it takes years; I've only been around for...16 of them. I'd like a hopeful maybe to be an option.

But then again, throughout the bloody, gory, heart-ripping history of this blog, I've been down that path...about...4 or 5 times. At least.

So what now?

...Do I have to care about what other people think? Cuz' honestly, that's a real chore.

There's a girl. There's always a girl. And thought there may be other girls, and your friends tell you it's not worth it, and that she'll break your heart into a million little hypothetical pieces, you won't really care. Partly because everyone's a hypocrite, but mostly because she's that girl.

The invariably perfect person for this brief kiss of life that you get. The stage of euphoric high of living well, and large. The person that can match your every whim, your every out-take, your every action, reaction, do, don't, low, high, distance, and close-relation. And somehow, when you pay closer attention, she starts popping up everywhere you both want and don't want her to be.

Gotta love that cosmic balance...

But then I tend to push people away. Really, really hard. So hard, that it hurts them and makes me wonder everyday how I still have friends in the first place, let alone someone to even try to love.

...If life were like a video game, I'd have deleted this character a loooong time ago.