Krono6

Oh my..

2008-02-29T07:46:00.001-08:00

Holy moly, it sure has been a while since I've posted here.
I sometimes wonder if I've had the same e-mail account for too long.. About 2 months after Gmail was released as a 'beta' several years ago.

Anyway, long story short; That friend I was talking about, isn't my friend anymore. I'm completely single and will be for a while, the idea of story writing was bloody stupid and I doubt I would bring that up again. It's funny how much I've realised about teenage generalization over the years.
Sure, not all teens are the same, though there's a general thought of 'who one is' that's staring you in the face. Most teens like to experiment and get intoxicated, most teens also like to assume they're right and everyone else is wrong.
It's like a spark that lights that part of your mind on fire when you reach a certain age, whilst the other parts are staring in amusement, yelling "Got'cha, bitch!".
*cough*

So, I know I usually say I'll come back to this, though, Hey, I have nothing better to do with my free time apart from studying some more, so 'coming back' to the blog does seem likely.
Toodles for now.

September 21st: 10:xxAM

2006-09-21T14:08:00.000-07:00

I'm back again, to express my thoughts and such. I'm pretty bored right now, the thing with my friend is sorted, which is awsome. I'm super duper happy for her ^-^

Right now, I'm just thinking how I'd write a story, perhaps. Just a short one. I'm typing while I'm thinking, not after, so, yeah. Let's see now.. I need something to start off with, some subject, perhaps.. Hmm, maybe something based on.. Err.. Yaoi? Ah, a Gay story, that's perfect.
Starting...

So the story begins, in a retched mould of an apartment. The roaches, whether they breath, nor feed. Doesn't matter to me, through the fatal movement of my foot lands on their frail body.
As I sit alone in this hole, pondering what could've happened, if I did. Not only wouldn't it matter, it's too much for a country folk such as I. Although, it'd be a fantastic get together, with more than he.
Then again, it's not all that tricky, now is it? You get in, you get out. Simple enough. Ovcourse, where would I be if I stuck to that? In a mansion? Being waited on like a posh dog who just took a shat in your shoes with pride? That does seem tempting, no? What a great assumption.
Didn't I plan this? Didn't I plan to go to the city? Why no. Didn't he? Why yes. Not all that great, I come to the city away from my home, away from the farm. Away from my life. For him.
Here I am, babbling to the wall like an utter loon, alone.

Erm, ok, at this point, I don't know how to carry on.. I might edit it soon enough, and add the time/date of the edit to the title.. Hmm...

September 21st 4:xxAM

2006-09-20T20:11:00.000-07:00

So, been a while since I've logged into Blogger on my other accounts.. They got a bit pissy I suppose. The main reason I got a Blogger account, or anything remotely social, was because 'all my friends were doing it'. It seemed fun at the time, so I posted my, 'feelings', which is the closest word I can come up with..
So.. Here I am, just, rambling about my life. Without sending this to anyone, I doubt anyone would read anyway, I thought it'd just be, less known to people, so I can say whatever I want really. I like to vent at times, vent my emotions till they're all happy afterwards. As Buddha once said - Holding onto anger is like grasping hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else, it's only you who gets hurt. Or something similar to those lines.
There's alot of things my friends say that make me think, not just about 'what're they saying?!', but how it would affect me, if I was in the situation, if I am in that situation. One of my friends told me today, that she's thinking of changing her path of what she wants to do in life.. Instead of the path that's harder, that'd get her to a place where she's happy, she considered the easy road, which got a job where money is the most important asset.
People used to tell me all the time, that work isn't meant to be fun, it's meant to be work (and I'm sure many people have heard the same). Though, it doesn't necessarily mean that you'll be miserable. There's alot of meaning, in my view, to that saying. You can either have work, which is real heavy work, but it gets you money, gets you unhappiness! But gets you enough money to support yourself, and gives you the option of starting up a family much earlier. Then there's the Work-Money-Happy job: You live with your parents or room-mate, you work in a job that gives enough money to pay off rent, and buy luxury.. You wouldn't have enough to have a family, you might not even want a family, the mentality of that might change or it might not. Seems great, then you realise that you hate your job, you're bouncing from one to another.
I may not be experienced in this, I don't even have my first job, but I can easily make out that those paths are easy.. You go to school, college, uni, whatever, you get grades, you get jobs, that's it. You might not even need good grades. It's silly and pathetic for someone who's dedicated, who has talent and shouldn't waste it.
The path that my friend should choose, and not just in MY opinion, is the one her heart tells her to follow, not something that'd give her stress for the rest of her life, she's way too sweet for that. Sure, she'll work hard even if she has it, though wouldn't she be happy? It's all a bit dramatic for me to be saying this, it's not like I'm a big success either, I'm in a big struggle to be who I want to be, but I don't want my friends to suffer.
Sure, work is work, it's hard, though if you do it right, I'm positive that it could be rewarding, you'll have a name that you can live by with pride. I've expressed my views, and I hope she reconsiders. She has an amazing talent, which I don't want to go to waste..
Maybe I'm just the wrong person to explain..
I'm sure it'd work out, hopefully.