I believe in peace, Bitch!

I don’t care for Palestine or for Israel, what I do care about are all the innocent lives suffering from mutiny and violence. I don’t care which side whose on, but the children dying are on nones side in fact they didn’t have the right to choose a side in the first place!
Get a separate battle ground, blow the shit out of each other for all I care, just don’t take defenseless human lives. I’m using the word human, not Muslim, not Jew but human!

Stop the conspiracies! Stop the hate for once, be satisfied on what you have and make it a better place for heaven’s sake! Acquiring another piece of land will get you what? What’s the price your paying for it ? Is it really worth so many human lives?

I’m not saying that people don’t die on the Israeli side, but I certainly condemn soldiers posing over dead bodies and taking it as if it were a kill. That’s inhuman and I know any religion would condemn it.

Oh and please don’t tell me that Israel is doing it because Hamas did this and that, the death toll of  Israeli civilians in 2005 was 37, where as in the same year 255 Palestinians were killed. In 2004 it was 60% less than that and these were civilians not children. 

Figures from Palestinian medics indicate at least 909 people have been killed. The health minister in Gaza’s Hamas-run government said that approximately 400 of those were woman and children!  Reuters.com

So lets not play with facts and only kid ourselves or mock our intelligence. Its like telling your kid, Timmy your dog is with grandmother, WTF? Grandmother died a million years ago! 

The part I hate is the fact that Israeli soldiers are considering everyone as a road kill! Homie, that’s GTA you leave that shit when you turn off the PS console. You don’t carry that baggage around and get higher credits for being a ruthless bitch! ( that has points in other arena’s ).

I do appreciate the Muslims stand on it, or rather Muslims standing on the thing!

Stop Hating, believe in Peace!

Old Times

I was looking at my old stuff today, visiting and trying to get in touch with my old friends from DA. It’s really sad that a lot of them are not here now. Well most of them, so much changes in five years.

The way you talk, dress up behave, think, how you don’t think the world is ending anymore. The hope that yes i will change the world falls far behind, I won’t be like my parents fades out slowly.

For me the frequency with which I used to write my journals has changed, lol. I used to be at every concert, now its been ages. Worrying about studies, copying running just being there, thing just change at time.

The lust you had for girls the running after the score the breakups, everything is a lot more subtle and in place. No more raging hormones closing the door being depressed, the whole black wardrobe the jewelry you laugh at now. Making it a point you won’t have anything else then black metal on your PC. Feeling like your 20GB hard drive would never fill up. Downloading Friends on Modem.

The only thing that makes me sad and well feel good at the same time is the fact that a lot of people left art a long time ago. Or atleast from the surface when they were really really good, some kept on doing it moved on. Became some big names in the illustration/photography/animation industry while people better then them just vanished.

I wish we people could have those random thoughts that came in our head at 2.00am in the morning and we had to write the poem down or we’d loose it when we were 17 carry on to our adulthood. I wish we were aspiring and creative all our life just like that. 

Those were good days, hope some of you are still carrying on your art in one form or another. All the oldies, lets back together and remember the old days, its always fun in winters with a cup o coffee

Loss

The bed was shaking, so were the walls for that matter. Another earth quake, “wake up mom”, he screamed as hard as he could. “We need to get out here…”, as he went to the other room. It wasn’t stopping only getting worse, he just managed to get his sisters out in time. It fell, he never saw it coming. All he worked for all his life, shattered just like that. There wasn’t a single thing he could do, but to see it crumble to the ground.There he stood with his mother and sister in his arms, watching it happen when he couldn’t do anything about it.

Darn, that was a little melodramatic for a start. So now, that I have your attention and the poor lads home is on the ground. Let’s start talking!

I think its human nature or well we’ve been living in a not so good society, that we just can’t see how important a thing is until its taken away from us. Until something dread full happens and our core shakes that we realize what the thing meant to us. Why is so necessary that your battery dies, that you know it was pretty cool to have a car to go to work in the morning ( and no my cars battery is perfectly fine).

There is this whole cycle that we go through, suddenly we realise we need something and we can’t live without it. You just want to get it no matter how , you really want it. You convince yourself its a need not a desire. You get it/achieve it , you start to enjoy it. You place it in the best place in your house where everyone can see it. You call friends over, so they admire it. Your proud of it, something you always wanted. Slowly the charm of the ‘new’ fades away. No there’s dust on it and you really don’t care to clean it anymore. Its just a part of life like the other one million unappreciated ones.

Is it always necessary to have a radical wake up call to know what you have? I say make a plan take a time not more than 10 minutes to write down what you have, go through the old family albums (which has absolutely no connection to what I’m saying).

Make a list of people who were with you/ are with you, helped you in someway thank them just write a note, just saying thanks. Its not necessary that you go to live in the jungle to know what you have. To appreciate the people around you, its just 5 minutes of your time, which will really change your life.

You can always be radical in your approach, leave home for a while somewhere remote and analyze your life, whats right whats wrong, what you have , what you need to get. Just don’t go through life that you need a big electric jolt to wake you up.

Don’t let the society get over you, don’t get your routine and the “fun” get you. Be real!

Something from Into the wild : Two years he walks the earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, ’cause “the West is the best.” And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the Great White North. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild. – Alexander Supertramp May 1992