I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
life is callin'
the endless late nights.
the constant rushing home to meet raid timings.
the 'er no i gtg rush home' excuses
the neglection of my friends.
the missing of family lunches/dinners.
the lost of several friendships.
endless enjoyment over thumping keyboard keys.
thought i cld actually balance play n wow. but i was wrong. There are three problems that arise from WoW: the time it requires to do anything "important" is astounding, it gives people a false sense of accomplishment n ppl dun realise its juz a game, they wrap themselves up in a false sense of mixed emotions, no matter how much you care or want people to care, it always end up the other way.
The game also provides people with a false sense of security, accomplishment, and purpose. Anyone can be a superhero here if they have the time to put in. Not only that, a few times I've seen this breed the "rockstar" personality in people who have no confidence at all in real life. Don't get me wrong, building confidence is a good thing and something, if honed appropriately, the game can do very right. But in more than a few cases, very immature people with bad attitudes are catered to (even after insulting or degrading others "in public") because they are "better" than the rest. Usually this means they played a lot more and have better gear. I'd really hate to see how this "I'm better than you attitude" plays out in real life where it means jack how epic your loot is - when you say the wrong thing to the wrong person it's going to have repercussions and you can't just log out to avoid the effects of your actions.
And people put everything on the line for these accomplishments with which they associate much value. I know of children and spouses being forced to play and grind for their parents, threats of divorce, rampant neglect, failing grades in school, and thousands of dollars spent on "outsourcing" foreign help. For what, you ask? Honor. The desire to be the best for at least one week. To get the best loot in the game. What do these "heroes" receive? Why, cheers and accolades of course as they parade along in their new shiny gear... which is obsolete the first time they step into one of the premier instances. The accomplishment and sacrifice itself are meaningless a few days later. Then it's usually off to the races again. fuck me honestly.
The thing that kicked me in the ass more than anything else was I really cared if my guildies were getting what they wanted out of the experience. I truly thought my efforts would make them happy. I spent hours trying to re-create friendships that i was missing out in RL. hours trying to complete an instance in the hope of gettin to know my online friends better. I wanted to make a difference to them. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks: I was trying to make up to wad i really lost in RL. i dun even know where to start to regain my foothold in my life.
I ran into one of my "real" friends and I'd hear "Hey, what's up, I haven't seen you in a while." I looked in the mirror and in a cinemaesque turn of events and a biblical moment of clarity, told myself "I haven't seen me in a while either." iz true. All the while, i was hiding this facade - moussie.
That did it. I wanted to do the things I wanted to do again and be with the people who appreciated me even if I abandoned them for a year as a friend. One of my friends said "your real friends like you even when you screw up." It's true. In the end, it got boring as I saw what getting really involved gets you...strong relationships with dysfunctional and stupid kids.Looking back, wow did some things right. I made several invaluable friends from it. Though ive never met them, they are as sincere as it can be. I came away from my little world, thinking i learned something, as much as you dont want to hurt in RL, WoW doesn't hurt. Ive used wow to get away from life's complication, it was wrong, and I really wished i spent more time with my RL friends now. Online friends are great, but RL friends > online people.
goodbye moussie, rest in peace.
the constant rushing home to meet raid timings.
the 'er no i gtg rush home' excuses
the neglection of my friends.
the missing of family lunches/dinners.
the lost of several friendships.
endless enjoyment over thumping keyboard keys.
thought i cld actually balance play n wow. but i was wrong. There are three problems that arise from WoW: the time it requires to do anything "important" is astounding, it gives people a false sense of accomplishment n ppl dun realise its juz a game, they wrap themselves up in a false sense of mixed emotions, no matter how much you care or want people to care, it always end up the other way.
The game also provides people with a false sense of security, accomplishment, and purpose. Anyone can be a superhero here if they have the time to put in. Not only that, a few times I've seen this breed the "rockstar" personality in people who have no confidence at all in real life. Don't get me wrong, building confidence is a good thing and something, if honed appropriately, the game can do very right. But in more than a few cases, very immature people with bad attitudes are catered to (even after insulting or degrading others "in public") because they are "better" than the rest. Usually this means they played a lot more and have better gear. I'd really hate to see how this "I'm better than you attitude" plays out in real life where it means jack how epic your loot is - when you say the wrong thing to the wrong person it's going to have repercussions and you can't just log out to avoid the effects of your actions.
And people put everything on the line for these accomplishments with which they associate much value. I know of children and spouses being forced to play and grind for their parents, threats of divorce, rampant neglect, failing grades in school, and thousands of dollars spent on "outsourcing" foreign help. For what, you ask? Honor. The desire to be the best for at least one week. To get the best loot in the game. What do these "heroes" receive? Why, cheers and accolades of course as they parade along in their new shiny gear... which is obsolete the first time they step into one of the premier instances. The accomplishment and sacrifice itself are meaningless a few days later. Then it's usually off to the races again. fuck me honestly.
The thing that kicked me in the ass more than anything else was I really cared if my guildies were getting what they wanted out of the experience. I truly thought my efforts would make them happy. I spent hours trying to re-create friendships that i was missing out in RL. hours trying to complete an instance in the hope of gettin to know my online friends better. I wanted to make a difference to them. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks: I was trying to make up to wad i really lost in RL. i dun even know where to start to regain my foothold in my life.
I ran into one of my "real" friends and I'd hear "Hey, what's up, I haven't seen you in a while." I looked in the mirror and in a cinemaesque turn of events and a biblical moment of clarity, told myself "I haven't seen me in a while either." iz true. All the while, i was hiding this facade - moussie.
That did it. I wanted to do the things I wanted to do again and be with the people who appreciated me even if I abandoned them for a year as a friend. One of my friends said "your real friends like you even when you screw up." It's true. In the end, it got boring as I saw what getting really involved gets you...strong relationships with dysfunctional and stupid kids.Looking back, wow did some things right. I made several invaluable friends from it. Though ive never met them, they are as sincere as it can be. I came away from my little world, thinking i learned something, as much as you dont want to hurt in RL, WoW doesn't hurt. Ive used wow to get away from life's complication, it was wrong, and I really wished i spent more time with my RL friends now. Online friends are great, but RL friends > online people.
goodbye moussie, rest in peace.
Monday, August 18, 2008
is it you.
I'm looking for a lover not a friend
Somebody who can be there when I need someone to talk to
I'm looking for someone who won't pretend
Somebody not afraid to say
The way they feel about you
And I'm looking for someone who understands
How I feel
Someone who can keep it real
And who knows the way
The way I like to have it my way
And I'm looking for someone who takes me there
Wants to share
Shows he cares
Thinkin' you're the one that I've been waiting for
Is it you?
Is it you?
Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for
Could you be the one for me?
Could you be the one I need?
I'm looking for someone to share my pain
Someone who I can run to
Who will stay with me when it rains
Someone who I can cry with through the night
Someone who I can trust whose heart is right
And I'm looking for someone
And I'm looking for someone who understands
How I feel
Someone who can keep it real
And who knows the way
The way I like to have it my way
And I'm looking for someone who takes me there
Wants to share
Shows he cares
Thinking you're the one that I've been waiting for
Take for granted how much I care (how much I care)
Appreciates that I'm there
Someone who listens
And someone I can call who isn't afraid of love to share
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
bad habits.
Story of a family with diverse eating disorders. Their faith, love and vanity are all put to the test at the dining room table.
Matilde is a nun convinced that faith moves mountains. Secretly she begins a mystic fasting to end what she considers to be the second great flood.
Elena is a thin and fashion-conscious woman ashamed of her daughter's chubbiness. She's willing to do the impossible to make her daughter Linda thin so Linda will look like a little princess on the day she receives her first communion.
At the same time Elena's husband Gustavo - a professor of architecture - cannot cope any more with his wife's bones sticking into him in more intimate moments. He discovers love thanks to a cuddly female student fascinated with good food.
The film is a cruel, yet realistic view over everything that surrounds food in the modern society. Through Linda and Elena, we see the false perspective for losing weight, as well with the obsession of society for being thin, since that's the ideal. Not for nothing Elena says to her friend "La prefiero muerta que gorda", (I prefer her dead than fat).
Well Malos hábitos, over everything. Dark, creepy, and yet so true.
Matilde is a nun convinced that faith moves mountains. Secretly she begins a mystic fasting to end what she considers to be the second great flood.
Elena is a thin and fashion-conscious woman ashamed of her daughter's chubbiness. She's willing to do the impossible to make her daughter Linda thin so Linda will look like a little princess on the day she receives her first communion.
At the same time Elena's husband Gustavo - a professor of architecture - cannot cope any more with his wife's bones sticking into him in more intimate moments. He discovers love thanks to a cuddly female student fascinated with good food.
The film is a cruel, yet realistic view over everything that surrounds food in the modern society. Through Linda and Elena, we see the false perspective for losing weight, as well with the obsession of society for being thin, since that's the ideal. Not for nothing Elena says to her friend "La prefiero muerta que gorda", (I prefer her dead than fat).
Well Malos hábitos, over everything. Dark, creepy, and yet so true.
Friday, August 01, 2008
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)