Good Evening ladies and gents, let me lay another mental brain drain on you again. Fair warning everyone has their emo moments and I like to think that I am no different. Today’s topic my dear audience is about significant others. People that we can not do with. It doesn’t necessarily mean the opposite sex but it could mean a person that you feel a strong bond or connection with. Someone that you know that will watch your back and you don’t have to worry about taking care of themselves. But you hang out with this person knowing that they know you and vice versa. Most people believe that these people are their lovers. Some believe it is their friends. Others believe it is their parents. And then there are people like me… I feel that no one in my life has fit this general criteria. Not friends, not lovers not family. One dear friend of mine is close, but he is living his own life and I couldn’t be prouder of him. He is the one person that through thick and thin, I would rather have him by my side than anyone in this entire world. To most of my friends I am an enigma, a mystery. Not that I choose to be but because no one wants to take the time to know me. All they want is instant relief for their own lives. Not that they are selfish, it just they need someone to talk to, to console them in a harsh world of critism and unforgiving people. But it makes me wonder where will the person that knows me be? At what time can I finally lay in their lap while they softly console me? At what point can I stop being the strong cold individual that always takes control of his life and be the weak person crying in the corner? As of now and as of for a while probably not for a longgg time. Anyways my dear dear patrons, I bid thee a fair well for I can not think of any more to type…Hello and good night

Cheerio blog patrons, it is at this point of my life that i feel the fault lines that compose my sanity are slowly shifting to create chaos within my mind. I know super dramatic right? But on a serious note, I feel a little detached from humanity. Most of my friends are cheaters, liers, backstabbers, and most importantly insecure. All of my friends are insecure about something in their life and it is not like I am any better. That I rise above the rest, I just feel that all of them want the easy answer in life, an easy way out and someone to tell them what to do like their parent’s used to. But no one has ever successfully wrote a book about life. No one in this existence of humans has written a piece understanding 100% of human nature. I feel few things in this world should be dubbed “impossible” but to me, with all the free floating ideas and concepts, explaining life is as impossible as trying to understand a spacial anomially, while drunk, upside down, blindfolded, while singing the national anthem. Doesn’t really seem probable to me. Yet day after day people plague their minds with the stupidiest rhetoric questions that leave them not only depressed but confused and unsatisfied. I guess that’s why philosophy was create and is now a major in colleges all over the world.

But why do humans DO that. Do they wish to be suffering? Do they feel that they don’t have meaning in their lives without it? do they feel that if THEY suffer then the world and reality will be sympathetic towards them and give them a prize. WELL WAKE UP FUCK HEAD. There’s no prize for being the person that suffers the most, there is no prize for being depressed and “caring toooo much.” There is no parades for the people that cry in their rooms at night wondering why do good things happen to bad people and bad things happen to good people. THERE IS NO POINT IN THINKING ABOUT THIS ENIGMATIC QUESTIONS BECAUSE EVERYONE WILL FORM THEIR OWN OPINIONS. SO DON”T WASTE YOUR TIME! The only thing that can come from these questions is a development of your beliefs and you turn those beliefs into strength and determination. Unfortunately, people can’t see past the haze of this so called somber reality. They are too busy moping around feeling sorry for other people when in actuality they should feel sorry for themselves. Get your life together first before you can help others then you can really answer the “impossible” question of : why…. good night

Mahalo… I am going to be a doctor. I have decided on this along time ago but but something always kept me back. I think it was a lack of confidence in my ability to do things. It is really true what they say… with confidence there are no walls that can not be overtake or any obstacles that stand in your way. Don’t get me wrong do not mistake confidence for arrogance or cockiness. Those are two traits that will ultimately lead to one’s demise, mentally and physically. What I am referring to is the confidence to always moving forward without any hinderances or hindering other people. To be an individual in this world of couples and pairs. We need to have relationships with others to communicate and to progress farther in this world, but what we do not need is to lose oneself to depedency. Those people, in my opinion, are those who lack the confidence to make something out of themselves in this world. To fall into the cracks of the common people and become people with lost dreams and goals. As much as I would love to find someone, an equal, I have failed to find a person that can catch up to my standards, my lifestyle, my strength as an individual. I hate to sound egotisitcal or arrogant myself…in fact i am sure i sound like a complete ass by saying so. But no one in my life has able to match who I am and what I choose to accomplish with or without others…Because even though no man is an island, it doesn’t mean that they can’t become one. hello and good night

Gutentag, mein avid readers.. I do apologize I have been dreadfully busy the last copy of weeks so i haven’t been able to write on my blog. I know that your appetites crave for more bitching and moaning sessions or things that make you go hmmmm, but I promise I will be back after finals in full force or once I have enough money to buy a laptop so I can write on the GOOOOO. Thank you for your dedication and your patience. Hello and GOOD morning.

Anyohaseyo everyone, I am back and this entry is another life lesson from my many, many pages from my book of experience. Granted I have only lived on this Earth for 23 years and the Earth is only about a couple of million even if that years old. It is about flying to high, not literally of course. Everyone knows you can drug up to be higher than a F*** kite sometimes. No I mean aiming higher than you can imagine. It is like the story of Icarus, the boy who flew too close to the sun. He ended up falling, and falling hard, not a euphism. The reason why I bring up such a idea is this… I just saw a friend, a good friend of mine who looked like nothing could bother them, no bad news could phase them, that nothing in the world could make that smile on their face turn upside down. It was because my dear friends…she was in love. I told and I wrote of love to people and how it makes us feel; makes us do some irrational things, but as cliche as it is “love is caring and love is blind.” For the first time in a long time I was truely happy for her, but that is what worries me. You see, even in light of happiness I still worry unlike other people who keep truckin on like a normal day. I worry for people that have hopes and dreams, because I saw someone I deeply care about lose everything in an instance. In a snap of a finger, his world was destoryed like the feeling you get when you play the game jinga, when the tower shakes and falls, you close your eyes and yell at the top of your lungs….OH NO.

I am not saying that life is impossible to aim high; no no. I am not saying that we are all doomed for failure…NO NO if you are thinking that you have missed my point. My point of this ramble, my point of my consistent complaining and bitching about the world is to give inspiration to others to find the good in it. I told people that love is great, love is good, but don’t rush it. Don’t prematurely fall into it. This is what I mean… I have seen too many bodies floating in the sea of failure, of loss to keep count. I have seen too many people be on cloud nine one minute, then fall into the deepest void of darkness. The reason for that is…because they were chasing a dream, chasing an emotion, chasing a empty box they wanted to fill and the only they could fill it is with someone else. People are fragile things, but people’s minds are even more delicate. Imagine, you all with bf and gf if that person died, or left without a word, and you were a lone…would you have the strength to pick yourself and try again? would you have the determination and strive to move forward? I don’t and I’ve been truely alone for the longest time…but I am changing that…I am gritting my teeth and clenching my fists beating them against the Earth to become what I ultimately was afraid of becoming…a fighter. Anyways enough of this emo shiiittttt. Just some food for thought…..a person can’t only be physcially strong to survive….Hello and Good night..

Konnichiwa everyone, Moon is back from a little vacation from mental anguish and strive. He will be writing more of his blogs once again in the next coming weeks. So fans of my writing which is probably a populus of…… a couple of people I thank you for all your support. Take care and Hello and goodmorning to you all.

I am not going to write any more logs for awhile. Thanks you everyone, but I think I need a break from everything… be back before you know it..

Halo, everyone. Some morning knowledge for you all. It amazes me sometimes how delicate somethings are in this world. Flowers, glass, and most importantly people. My girl has been sick for a couple of days thanks to yours truly so to make it up to her and make it so she doesn’t keep on guilt tripping the shit out of me, I went over there last night to take care of her.  She opened the door with a sniffle in her voice and looking like a day old milk still in its cup. I commented on that and we punched me playfully in the arm as she let me in. She was covered in a blanket from head to toe, sniffling all the way back to her room. Lethargically she plopped onto the bed and curled up into a ball as I followed her into the room. I fell onto the bed next to her and she snailed her way over to my legs. Placing her congested head on my legs she started to sniff me loudly and said to me, man you smell like crap. I’ve been out all day and the rain didn’t make it anybetter, so she suggested we take a bath. “Together?” , “Why not?”, I called her a perv and she made a joke like she was gonna rape my frail boyish body. We laughed hard and decided yea why not? We filled the tub and waited talking about our day and what plans we had for next week whether or not we would have time to meet up.

When the bath was ready we both stripped, laughin to cut the awkwardness down a bit, then turned off the bathroom light and lit some candles. I laid back as she fell between my arms and legs, me feeling the warm of her body and the softness of her skin on mine. Granted she ruined the moment with a series of disgusting coughing and clearing her throat noises. I commented on that too and she punched me again. We sat there enjoying the silence of her tub…hearing nothing but the drops of water from the nozzle. I traced her arm that was outside the tub with my own and rested my chin on her head only to smell the scent of her hair. Surprisingly it had a nice fragrance to it…Her body was tiny compared to mine, so fragile and petite, I felt like I was going to break her if I hugged her too hard, but I wrapped my arms around her as she shifted her weight placing her ear to my chest, I dunno what she heard at that time, but from what I could see from the candle light she was smiling…I found myself smiling as well…. It is the little things in life that make us happy, and even though our time together will be short, I will cherish every moment of it. Hello and good morning to you all and have a good day.

I think I am falling for this girl….

I haven’t fell this hard in what feels like a lifetime…..

She knows all the right words to say……..

Maybe its because she reads so many books…..

She’s probably using lines from Shakespeare or Romance novels….

But I don’t care, because when I look into her blue eyes….

And kiss her soft lips, all those years of trying to find companionship….

of having no one….

seem all worth it….

She walks as if she doesn’t have a care in the world……

The midnight starlight and moon light, touch her skin ever so lightly that if I touched it, it would shatter into millions of pieces.

She looks so beautiful in the night with her short hair tangled in her face as she laughs and spins like a fairy ballerina in the stillness of this night.

She calls for me and I run to her, embracing her warm, covered body and as I do she smiles ever so gently.

She is absolutely amazing…

She takes off her glasses and giggles a little telling me she can only see blur that used to be my face. So I come in closer and ask her if that is better….

She says nothing…but her next actions show me that she thought it was better… I love night walks now and forever.