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Name: Cal
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Interests: programming, computer hardware, guitar

planned interests (for the sake of my future): chem, bio, physics, math.
Expertise: What counts as an expertise these days? Breathing? Eating? Opening and closing my eyes? If any of the above can be classified as an expertise, then, yes, I have one
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Member Since: 8/23/2003


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Friday, April 20, 2007

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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Currently Listening
Lifehouse
By Lifehouse
Blind
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じやね... ママビー...

Lifehouse - Blind

I was young but I wasn't naive
I watched helpless as you turned around to leave
And still I have the pain I have to carry
A past so deep that even you could not bury if you tried

After all this time
I never thought we'd be here
Never thought we'd be here
When my love for you was blind
But I couldn't make you see it
Couldn't make you see it

I would fall asleep
Only in hopes of dreaming
That everything would be like is was before
But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting
They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor

After all this time
I never thought we'd be here
Never thought we'd be here
When my love for you was blind
But I couldn't make you see it
Couldn't make you see it
That I loved you more than you'll ever know
A part of me died when I let you go

After all this time
Would you ever wanna leave it
Maybe you could not believe it
That my love for you was blind
But I couldn't make you see it
Couldn't make you see it
That I loved you more than you will ever know

A part of me died when I let you go
And I loved you more than you'll ever know
A part of me dies when I let you
go


Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Currently Listening
Halfway Down the Sky
By Splender
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- Cigarette

Have Another Cigarette...

"Thanks for seeing me today."

"It's no problem at all. Now, how have you been doing as of late?"

"I've been... better. Well, I believe that I've been better." <laughs>

"If there weren't any problems, then you would not be here. So, something must have happened, or you have something you feel like talking to me about."

"Actually, I do have something I would like to talk to you about."

"Then have a seat and let us discuss this."

"Thanks." <takes a seat> "I've been trying to utilize the behavioral patterns that you set for me to... exhibit, and over the years I have been making progress, even if it is infinitesimally small." -very good- "But as of late I have acquired a - how would you say - significant other, which has been making it very difficult to carry out what you've had in mind for me." -how so?- "She... expresses disapproval towards my behavior and lifestyle and it is all I can do to find a manner with which to account for myself." -being your significant other, why do you find it necessary to 'find a manner' other than the one you carry yourself?- "As I said, 'significant other' is chosen for lack of a more appropriate term. The world is full of secrets, that is how it works. Make clear your personal mysteries and suddenly you find yourself very... vulnerable." -apparently, you are as cold and calculating as ever- "Apparently, the same words can be applied to yourself." -Do you still believe that everyone and everything around you exists as nothing more than a tool for you to utilize?- "It works the other way around too, thanks to you."

"Well, now that you have pleasantly brought it up, how have you been doing in your 'behavioral exercises'?"

"It is despicable and degrading. They have no damn right to treat me this way."

"And, yet, many years ago, there were people who were being treated this way."

"Perhaps..."

"- by your own doing, if I so remember correctly?"

"..."

"The feelings you express now are the feelings your... 'victims', for lack of a better term, -you bastard- have been feeling the whole time you have made yourself present in their lives. It is terrible to be treated like a rug, isn't it?"

"Yes, I was well aware of that previous to this debacle of yours."

"And yet you continued your course of action?"

"When I acquiesce to their demands, they just step all over me, and the roles merely reverse. When I am given the two choices, obviously I will choose to be the one sating my own needs."

""But is it always that way? One person is satisfied while the other will never be? Why can't a balance be established where both are conscientiously and compassionately aware of each other's existence?"

"Because it can't be done. It is the stupidest crap I have ever heard."

"No, it is easily possible. It is 'the stupidest crap' because you refuse to live such a life. Don't think that you can erect a false front with me. I know you inside and out. You live in either one extreme or another. There is no moderation for you, because you think doing things halfway is the worst thing anyone can ever do, when it isn't really 'doing things halfway', but building the balance in your life that will lead to the happy coexistence between yourself and everyone else around you. In the end, it doesn't even have anything to do with that. You are merely afraid. Of what? Of that very balance I am talking about. Afraid that, one day, you will find happiness and comfort knowing there are people around you that you would live for, fight for, die for. That one day, you will be mature enough to find a moderation in behavior that allows for confrontation without drastic dissolution of ties. That one day, you will accept the desire for someone close to you, someone you can rely on, confide in, mayhaps even love. Tell me, how far am I off?"

"..."

"Just remember, that there is only so far, so long that you can continue to run from your life. And when you do, indeed, run out of road to tread on, don't forget that I told you so."

"I got it."

"Do you really? If you really do 'get it', then you'd know to stop running, to accept your roles and responsibilities as an adult and a member of society. Please, have some courage for once in your life."

"Courage? Don't talk to me about courage, old man. Who else has lived through what I have lived through? And I still fight every single day. Every single day. I've yet to give up on myself."

"So you say. But do you know what I see when I look at you? An unappreciative, irresponsible, immature, spoiled, arrogant child. Sure, you have suffered, but so has everyone else in this world, some far worse than you. Excuse me, many. And, yet, you strut around with your own problems hung proudly around your neck, as if you deserve everyone's pity and deference towards you. Do you want to know why you have suffered so much? Because you are so ignorant, weak, and self destructive, you carelessly stumble onto these rocks in the road. So what do you do? Attempt to pass it off as your courageous fight against adversity. That is the worst kind of deception anyone could ever conceive of. To take advantage of the world's compassion in order to attain your own selfish ends, it is... undescribable. The compilation of dark deeds performed by every rapist, every murderer, every terrorist, every molester, every robber, every tyrant, every genocidal killer in recorded and unrecorded history pales in comparison to what you have done to this world and its people. There is no punishment that can hurt you as much as the hurt you have caused, nor can your body widthstand the amount physical and emotional pain that you deserve."

"Are you done?"

"I just hope that, if you continue to live the way you do, that you get what is coming to you."


Friday, June 30, 2006

Currently Listening
Dusk and Summer
By Dashboard Confessional

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- Don't Wait

Don't wait...

'Where am I..' was the first thought that crossed my mind. It seemed to always be like this, this lost reverie of mine. Reality plays a minor, if any, role in my life as of late. Have I always been like this? Who knows.... who knows...

'It looks overcast today...' What was I saying before?... Nevermind. Nothing is ever made to last, at least not anymore...

'I think that someone is coming your way.' I turn to see her walking towards the patio. I offered her a cigarette, she obliged. Lighting the end, I watched her draw in deeply, as if it was nicotine, not air, that sustained her life. I smiled wryly, drawing her eyes.

"You seem like yourself."

                  'As if she still remembers me. It was another time.."

"It's been a long time. Five years, about?"

"Miss me terribly?"

                 'Ha! Just because you've been gone doesn't mean that I have to miss you.'

"No; I'm quite adept at letting go."

"I see."

"Yes."

As she stared off at the birch trees, I glanced in her direction, taking her in. The years have been hard on her; her eyes lay pale and sunken, while her hands, trembling as they held the cigarette, bore witness to her past of self-mutilation. Though they disappeared into the folds of her sleeves, the scars went up to-

                 '... her arms. They went up to her arms. I used to... touch them, feel the rough texture against my fingers..'

"So, what are you doing nowadays?"

"I've gotten into correspondence with the guys up north. It's the usual Saturday night."

                'So she is as I remembered her so long ago. How amusing; it feels like going 5 years into the past, except that I am... someone else now...'

"You will discard all the effort those people put into giving you new life?"

"You fucking hypocrite, you felt the same way about those bastards; you hated them for denying you the right to live your life, for telling you what was the right way to exist! Don't tell me you've gone back on everything you believed in."

               'Still so proud... apparently the institutions have failed to sway her stubborn beliefs. Was this what I wanted, what made me defend her, confide in her, love her... yes, this was what I wanted, but is this what I want?"

"Things are different now, you have to realize that. I'm going to college, I actually might have a future, and I have someone very important to me now, someone I can't let down."

"That's bullshit. You know this is the only life you will ever know, so stop running away and embrace who you are. A future? Don't be a fucking comedian."

               'What is it that I want?... Is that what I found so inspiring in her? That she follows no one, making her own path in life? Or that she reaches decisions regardless of how it effects the people around her? Maybe... maybe I want to be my own person, rather than everyone's shadow. Maybe... I want to live my own life for once....'

"Maybe you feel like you want to pick up from where we left off, but while you were in there, time has been passing for us on the outside. I've had a chance to see the world for what it is, with eyes unclouded. And you know what? Everyone is suffering out there, whether it be from starvation, attrition, disease, or whatever else. Suffering that can't be voluntarily stopped at a whim. And yet, they struggle for life, struggle for whatever happiness they can manage. When you've seen that, grumbling about how they put you in rehab is... petty. At least, it was the conclusion that I have reached. I am not 'running' away as you put it. In fact, I am tired of running away, from my problems, from the world, from myself."

"I guess they've done a great job with you; you'll be a great tool."

                 'She's been trapped for so long, cornered at every turn. They've taken away everything she has, so the past is the only thing remaining to her. I suppose that's why she holds on so tightly...'

I stood up and walked away; I didn't need her anymore. I've always thought that you kept the people around you who could bolster your shortcomings, to 'complete' me. But, that's not how I want to live, not anymore. Now it's deep enough... to lay the armor down... 


Tuesday, June 06, 2006

I just love wasting time today... ok going to study.
Your Kissing Purity Score: 46% Pure
You're not one to kiss and tell... But word is, you kiss pretty well.



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