The Now

Everyday is repetitive and cumulative. Time is consumed at a very punctual time, but yet it is given a form, seen by others to be fast, speedy, and quick. The past seemed to fear time as a slow and ever growing manifestation. The future will fear time as a quick and evolved manifesto. The now see time as a gradual, but yet a struggling man. No one would care about such details, or even think to read once more, attempting to understand. Even I don't understand what I show, and I shouldn't. Time is always changing, even it sounds very cliche, the truth is that time has been the same. No matter what the past used to see, what we see, and what the future will see; time will always be the same. The movement of the universe change in small increments, not significant enough to see a large time scale difference. But due to this fact, time can never change. The people who perceive this world  are envisioning life as a masterful creation. My opinions do not matter to anyone, nor should it matter, but what I wish everyone to understand is that time is neither fast, slow, or moderate. It is almost sinful to say time is too fast or slow. Time is not a speed, and time can not be measured so that mere humans can see it as something to be measured. I'm not promoting the belief of a higher being, nor am I being skeptical, but time, in general and in reality, is life. I have almost definitely lost my readers, if there are any, from line two, but if you managed to understand until here, I congratulate you. No one understands me, perhaps it is due to the perception that I am writing about time, when in reality, I am writing about perception. There are loopholes to my point of view, but it is most accurate to say that I have written a meaningless blog about the idea of perception. It is true, even if you deny, because I wrote this, I am responsible for what I feel is contained. There are absolute possibilities of other hidden meanings and ideas that might have appeared. A written work is shown to show more than one possible expression of idea, and most are subconscious. The perception that it is included as a purposeful piece, is wrong. Scholars, professors, teachers, and genius' will disagree that the deeper meaning was intentional. I would hate to point out, your perception is purely arrogant to see there is a deeper meaning, when in truth, the writer wrote from the time different than ours, and at that time, the writing would only reflect about that time. No matter how imaginative or intellectual, writings from a certain time period will always show the life style of that specific era.   Even genius writers and poets are human, they experience the lifestyle of the time lapse, they live through memories as children and as adults. All these experiences become one to form that person's perception of the time. Whether a 1940's writer is writing a master piece of his imagination of the future, a far future let's say perhaps 100 years from then, will only contain the knowledge of that time period and the experience of that writer. Time and perception seems irrelevant. It could be true, or perhaps not. It is up to your perceptive skills to decipher my opinions.

2012

December has arrived, about a week into it actually, and it is time for us yo celebrate the upcoming Christmas and New Year's. What to expect in 2012 is what everyone is and has been wondering. Will the world really end? Will I get married? Will I finally find the woman/man of my dreams? I promise not to answer these because I do not know the answer to any of these, but I can say this. Today was the day I received an epiphany of the most dramatic event of 2012. The color red, not dark, light or pinkish, red as in blood red or vibrant crimson, will return. The red color will be the fashion drama of all year in 2012, the color red will be the most worn clothing. People will read, if anyone ever does, 'Why would red ever come back?' or 'Was red even  a full style color?' The truth is, red is a very unique and attractive color. A woman in a dress of scarlet and waves down to his ankle with a crimson red Jimmy Choo has the power to awe the audience with the brightness of her color. Red attracts others easily and has been used as a signalling color. The color is in itself a vibrant and exquisite form of self praise, showing the audience their sexuality and beauty.

Birthday

It is indeed the end of Halloween in a matter of hours. It is also my birthday and a great one at that. But before the greatness ends with in the hours to come, it is true that every year, on Halloween, on a joyous birth date of mine, a sadness occurs. The year 2010, Halloween caused a disastrous meltdown of my costume. Year 2009, a corpse was found on someone's lawn thought to be a decoration. The year 2008, candies are found to be toxicated and poisoned by some. And this year, my shirt and my new jeans were accidentally bleached, leaving a clearly visible orange red marking. I am unsure of how to return it to black, but if you do, without ruining the print, please do tell. Other than that, I hope you enjoyed this year's Halloween, because the next will be your last.

New

Yesterday was a very long day, long enough for me to not write a blog post. My parents took me to the mall to purchase clothes and to spend family time together, which was quite nice, since I needed some new clothes. I bought jeans for the first time, I used to hate jeans since it used to crunch up my crotch, but as time passed I got used to tight clothing. A single skinny jean, and a super skinny jean. I couldn't really tell the difference once I wore it, but all in all, it looks amazing, I prefer Calvin Klein, but Levi's would do. After all the hours of finding clothes that fit and worked and felt comfortable, we all went to see a movie, The Three Musketeers. At first, it felt as if the movie was very modern for its Medieval time period, but it was great to watch. The plot was very sinister and heroes were chivalrous. It was a great movie, but I don't know why the theatre was so empty on a Saturday night. IF you ever get the chance, go see it, and if you have, tell me what you thought of it.

Asian

College application deadline is approaching, and as it nears parents are becoming something that you want to have no relation to. Especially to Asians where it is the time to study, do work, and nothing but work. I'm supposedly supposed to spend all my day and night doing SAT books and work for classes, because supposedly everyone else is receiving 2300 and above. This is when I tell her, if everyone is receiving 2300 and above, something's wrong with the test, and if we were supposed to study without life, I'd rather live at school. Sometimes, it'd be that I had given up going to college because I'm satisfied with a 1580 and comfortable with going to a simple private school in Philadelphia. Fucking Asians parents think that any school not a member of the Ivy League is a community college, and actually going to community college means that person has spent the rest of their life decaying in their filth, and remain in such stay for all eternity.

Random

There was nothing to talk about, or anything I did special today. It's a simple same old, same old day. No one seems to be reading my blog anyways, looking at the comments and voting poll and seeing absolutely nothing. So I will do something I found on Tumblr.

You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You You

      Now you're angry because you skipped all the You's because you felt lazy.

      Now you're angry because there is a 'Yoo' instead of a 'You' somewhere up there.

      Now you're angry because you went back and couldn't find the 'Yoo'.

Henna

Loooong day, a really long day. It's been quite a day where people were louder, stronger, and fatter. I received two hennas, one on my hand and the other on my knee. Every time I did get one, it was impossible to wait patiently for the clay like substance to dry. Took almost two hours to completely dry, and the goo would already have been smudged or somehow corrupted from it's original state. Is there a way to create a perfect henna without such catastrophe? If you know how, or have special techniques, please do tell, because mine is just gross.