When life gives you lemons, make apple juice.

It was so easy being a child. Things were either black or white. No confusion, whatsoever.

And then we grow up and kabamslam.
How the hell did the grey come about?

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Truth and lies. Black and white. Good and bad. Angels and sinners.
Initially, everything seems clear. Everything is distinct - and in place.
But then nothing in life can really remain that clear-cut forever, anyway.

A wise man from one of the C.S.I episodes once said:

"It's every human's right to know the truth."

Eventually, we will be exposed to the existence of new concepts. Of dark truths (ie. secrets which are better left unknown) and white lies (lies we tell for finer reasons). A new breed of mixture.

These two are so integrated together - so "grey" - that in this modern day and time, it can be very difficult to tell them apart. In the intense world of law, lies are somehow bent and flowered to the extent where they appear to be as the actual truth. Then you have facts which are adversely searched for loop holes so they can be extorted as lies, or what one would call, "false truths".

All this is inevitable. This occurrence, this confusion, this..concept.
It can be seen in everyone, by their decisions, their clothing, their career, their way of life and even through the ones they love.

So I ask.
Is this what they truly want? Are they really pressured into making these decisions? Are they just plainly living a lie?

Who knows?
Question is, is it that wrong to live the lie if the lie feels good?

edited by theimportmodel.

Word vomit, just step over

So, you can't stay innocent forever.

Now it's just a question of when you want to taint your actions. Imagine if there was no external pressure of each society to adapt to. Everyone would be so distinct. There would be no universal teen culture that believe the rites of passage to adulthood go from getting drunk to getting laid. Clearly, there's this conflict between the old and new. The stationary and the ever-changeable.

Whether or not we conform is a subjective matter. If you really feel the need, I suppose no one can stop you, and it's not as though you are going to be ridiculed for what you do these days anyway. It is all about the "exploration of the self" and the context in which we try to live in. Seemingly, society at large tells us to go party and live, apart from just existing. In fact, one would presume that one would be in more trouble and subjected to more ridicule for the things you don't do.

Perhaps by over thinking about this, we're just merely reevaluating things we've already known to be true and constant. Reminding ourselves that our beliefs are special, that the select few who don't buy into this capitalist way of thinking (where everything is a commodity) are immune to whatever is "new" and "revolutionary". Would this be another case of 'us against the world'? The key issue here is dealing with how society as a whole see it. It is a question of majority vs. minority. It is the matter of sussing out the difference between normality and acceptance. And then embracing it with contentment.

At the moment, I tend to contradict my own self. Everyday, I question the validity of my principles because the fact is, they're not properly fixed. I question what I'm doing when I could be doing something else. I question how I would want people to remember me by. Until I sort that out, it will be a neverending debate. But that's okay. I'm not doing this for anyone's sake, no.
I need to do this for me - I know I govern myself.

What if we conform?
What if we give ourselves an excuse?
What if we give in?
What if he hide and lie?
What if we just don't care?
What if we go all the way?
What if we try?
What if we have nothing to lose?
What if we have had enough of over thinking?
What if we do it just once?
What if we repeat?

What if Who cares if we end up being hypocrites anyway?
We're only human.

written by theimportmodel.

Secrets

One day, I stumbled across a pretty flower, this 'Gerbera' convinced me to write more. And more is what will be written.

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se·cret (sē'krĭt) adj.

1. Kept hidden from knowledge or view; concealed.
2. Dependably discreet.
3. Operating in a hidden or confidential manner: a secret agent.
4. Not expressed; inward: their secret thoughts.
5. Not frequented; secluded: wandered about the secret byways of Paris.
6. Known or shared only by the initiated: secret rites.
7. Beyond ordinary understanding; mysterious.
8. Containing information, the unauthorized disclosure of which poses a grave threat to national security

We all live with secrets, whether we like it or not.
(Life sucks like that, but yeah.)

They vary from person to person. Some are small and minuscule, and some are so incredibly big that no one but you, the beholder of the secret, fully understands the consequences of carrying it.

Society today constantly reminds us that we need to keep these secrets hushed; sometimes to avoid humility, embarrassment, sadness, fear or even judgment from others. In some - no wait, scratch that - most cases, secrets are told to the trusted few so that the journey of carrying its burden is lessened.

My old Literature teacher once said, "The best way to keep a secret is to tell everyone, and then tell them that it's a secret". He's a bit of a twisted genius, so heaven knows whether he was being serious or not. But isn't it interesting to watch how one reacts to an unveiling of a secret? Hidden romantic feelings and tragedy-bound gossip, unwanted shock and immense bliss.

Some are meant to be told, some are (just) meant to be taken down to the grave.

I believe that secrets are what makes us human.
But even we, as people, can't do everything on our own.
Sidenote: Yeah, it wouldn't hurt to have trust in a few people.

"Trust is the power we give onto others to aid us on our time of need or destroy us in times of betrayal."

co-written by M.
edited by theimportmodel.

What if..

The clock has ticked and a new day begins, a new year even.

When something new begins, you can't help but think about what had past.

Someone (or probably some narrative from some TV show) once told me that the saddest thing about being humans is the question most of us ask ourselves, What if..?

What if I had done something different?

What if I didn't do it in the first place?

What if I had said yes instead no?

What if I was just 5 minutes earlier?

It's endless. Which basically is what if I didn't take the yellow brick road?

At 2:00 am in the morning, as I walk down the street, I see how drunken people moving up and down the street shouting "Happy New Year!" and strangers meeting other strangers giving each other high fives and shaking hands while wishing them a happy new year (even some stranger just shouted at me "Hey bro! Happy New Year! Go party your ass off! Woooo!"), I find those question I asked earlier were useless.

Just mindless regrets for something that just couldn't be changed anymore because it's just too late. Why bother right?

So this is to 2009, may regrets stay as nothing more than mistakes of the past, and let hope bring us new beginnings! Happy New Year!

Cheers!

..and good luck.

Ranting.

Finally - because I need to air out 'stuff' for my own sanity - a blog is created.

'Eleven Stripes - Two Angles' is basically about a private life. Filled with boring moments, small things made huge for its own sense of excitement, and additional questions for a simple answer.

So let the ranting begin eh?

Welcome readers. Enjoy!