In women’s rather sophisticated world, men dwell. Same is true with the latter who most likely would insist to recognize women in their lives to a due extent. With this human context, simple to complex details of complication exist in both men and women’s bounds. And though this differentiating concept persists, all of us, in our own nature and conscious awareness, are subject to agree that it is just one world after all for both sexes.
Then if that be the case, it is also truth’s necessity that in every way, men and women relate and should relate and interact with each other to determine their existence and significance to one another. But there are lots of appearances of modes and ways when we begin to speak of the relating and interacting process. And it is how the reality now claims for the emergence of problems in men and women differentiation and relations. It is actually a pile to pile orientation of the said problems, of different sorts and kinds, which may even serve as roots of mishaps in people’s lives.
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Friday, September 7, 2007
"..A deMoniC exCerpt fRom 'tHe abYss of hUman Evil'.. " (beginning of cHapter 1)
"Thud!" A deliberate thought which seemed to precede her senses, her auditory diversions... In determined resentful steps she traversed the crystallized floor as she urged to freeze in front of the well-constructed window. On second thought it wasn't as well constructed as it may have seemed to appear, it was a wooden window, with a poorly furnished skeletal frame and sills broken, yet she still managed to appease the lifeless thing with gentleness as she began to caress the traces of its edges. The wind was wild and haunting, like the outside was a silent battlefield of howling hyenas and roaring lions, but it was silent, with the wheezing sound devouring the freshly blossomed leaves as the core of its silence. She gasped from the frozen air with cautious gradient with her nostrils in spite of a sudden numbness, softly, she breathed... with every framing of breath patterned to the swiveling of the air consistently swaying her hair to and fro.
Then in an ironic lure of her preconceived consciousness, she retrogressed from an impending mental detachment. Then again, in her unconscious attempt to refresh the momentum, her pupils constricted pulling back her once corrupted thoughts... She was contained in her self again. And that very instance was like a simulation of an eavesdrop disclosing an immediate feeling of horror, only to her amends, it was her footprints tainted with blood and the haphazard sensation tearing down her devastated nerves which obtrusively reestablished a reality inflicted with substantial, physical pain. Such pain being deciphered the most abstract way possible, she lifted one of her feet in horror disbelief, still savoring the "abstract pain"..... (to be continued)
Then in an ironic lure of her preconceived consciousness, she retrogressed from an impending mental detachment. Then again, in her unconscious attempt to refresh the momentum, her pupils constricted pulling back her once corrupted thoughts... She was contained in her self again. And that very instance was like a simulation of an eavesdrop disclosing an immediate feeling of horror, only to her amends, it was her footprints tainted with blood and the haphazard sensation tearing down her devastated nerves which obtrusively reestablished a reality inflicted with substantial, physical pain. Such pain being deciphered the most abstract way possible, she lifted one of her feet in horror disbelief, still savoring the "abstract pain"..... (to be continued)
the 'un-me'... with excerpts from my fave book
Me as a person? Such attributes and qualities of me being a person are neither timeless nor limited. People around me are the jurors and not I. Still yet, I can only be myself, and partly by the circumstances of my life, it is a partial self. For me as their views are run, it would ill become me to conceal the truth. I'd love to hear people say those crossing words, with the sweetest adjectives, but I do not want anyone to think better of me than i deserve. Let those who like me take me as i am and let the rest leave me.
When it comes to my good points, they are being laid across me in every subconscious and idle moment on my daily passes. People say I'm incapable of complete surrender. Even if the hysteria of the world repels me, i take the cross, feel the pain, savor the agony, and never run away. As added, I'd rather hate but not condemn in the midst of throng surrender to a violent feeling of mirth and sorrow. They as well bid me jealous of my independence from a young age. They would also qualify me as far better persevering and hardworking than most usual peers.
High school folks believe I'm as sincere as a promising monk as i dealt with works and relationships. A bunch of friends would master my appeal to them as "Mr. Responsible", they find me competent and reliable in working with them. Friends in far significant levels and distinctions further classify me ironically as 'fun to be with', humorous at unpredictable appropriate times. They say I've got the blueprint of releasing their troubles and extremes and refreshing their spirits. As thoughtful as i could be they say, I'm fond of listening rather than speaking, it makes them feel better. For most times i may be silent, but as a keen friend would judge me guilty in secrets, i likely have got affections and sympathies ready to breach out anytime with gentleness and compassion.
Several companions would defy me with patience and being considerate, unknowingly that i actually learn by the virtue. Some would also say that i would rather keep injuries than prevent others from experiencing happiness and joy. Elders by chance can also acknowledge the kind of respect i show them. Anyhow, according to some, they admire my acquired piece of discipline and the ability to think rationally from very fragile moments. Often I'm told I've got some intellect, have a clear and logical mind, but not a subtle nor a powerful one. For long i wished it were better that true, i used to get exasperated it would not do for me nearly as much as i wished. I was like a mathematician who could do no more than add or subtract and though he wanted to tackle all manner of complicated operations knew he simply had not the capacity. And again, as may their assertions be like, other than being a writer, a little with voice, coupled with dancing stuff, they as well say i can make a good athlete.
A special friend both acknowledges and questions my own selfless way of affection - as she had to call it. Seldom would she ask me why i would most love people who cared little or nothing for me... not to be loved but to share the experience of the bliss of requited love. I know that it is the best thing that life can offer and it is a thing that almost all, though perhaps only for a short time have enjoyed.
For the most part of these, such may have been just assertions from my public self, as what I've stated, partly by nature, partly be the circumstances of my life. It's barely even me. Who am i as a person? I think I'd prefer to leave it up to the worldly eye to judge, however, there is but one certain established conviction that i hold true for myself... I am just a simple person, with not much of a simple personality.
When it comes to my good points, they are being laid across me in every subconscious and idle moment on my daily passes. People say I'm incapable of complete surrender. Even if the hysteria of the world repels me, i take the cross, feel the pain, savor the agony, and never run away. As added, I'd rather hate but not condemn in the midst of throng surrender to a violent feeling of mirth and sorrow. They as well bid me jealous of my independence from a young age. They would also qualify me as far better persevering and hardworking than most usual peers.
High school folks believe I'm as sincere as a promising monk as i dealt with works and relationships. A bunch of friends would master my appeal to them as "Mr. Responsible", they find me competent and reliable in working with them. Friends in far significant levels and distinctions further classify me ironically as 'fun to be with', humorous at unpredictable appropriate times. They say I've got the blueprint of releasing their troubles and extremes and refreshing their spirits. As thoughtful as i could be they say, I'm fond of listening rather than speaking, it makes them feel better. For most times i may be silent, but as a keen friend would judge me guilty in secrets, i likely have got affections and sympathies ready to breach out anytime with gentleness and compassion.
Several companions would defy me with patience and being considerate, unknowingly that i actually learn by the virtue. Some would also say that i would rather keep injuries than prevent others from experiencing happiness and joy. Elders by chance can also acknowledge the kind of respect i show them. Anyhow, according to some, they admire my acquired piece of discipline and the ability to think rationally from very fragile moments. Often I'm told I've got some intellect, have a clear and logical mind, but not a subtle nor a powerful one. For long i wished it were better that true, i used to get exasperated it would not do for me nearly as much as i wished. I was like a mathematician who could do no more than add or subtract and though he wanted to tackle all manner of complicated operations knew he simply had not the capacity. And again, as may their assertions be like, other than being a writer, a little with voice, coupled with dancing stuff, they as well say i can make a good athlete.
A special friend both acknowledges and questions my own selfless way of affection - as she had to call it. Seldom would she ask me why i would most love people who cared little or nothing for me... not to be loved but to share the experience of the bliss of requited love. I know that it is the best thing that life can offer and it is a thing that almost all, though perhaps only for a short time have enjoyed.
For the most part of these, such may have been just assertions from my public self, as what I've stated, partly by nature, partly be the circumstances of my life. It's barely even me. Who am i as a person? I think I'd prefer to leave it up to the worldly eye to judge, however, there is but one certain established conviction that i hold true for myself... I am just a simple person, with not much of a simple personality.
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