Thoughts of a Violinist Giraffe

The interaction between men and women is a complicated one. A long time ago, when we were once children, boys were "icky" and girls had "cooties". Boys and girls would treat each other as aliens from another planet. But in a good kind of way. Sometimes they'd play together, sometimes they'd stick to their own gender. Other times, they pick on each other. When they got older though, things weren't so simple. The girl you accidentally hit "in the chest" blushes and calls you a pervert while you realize what you've done (thanks Pop Culture!). Girls and boys who see a "couple" start singing "___ and ___ sitting on a tree, K I S S I N G - first comes love, second comes marriage, third comes a baby in a baby carriage! That's not all, that's not all - papa's out drinking alcohol!" I still don't understand how we knew about alcohol at such a young age - oh right, Pop Culture. By the time we are in the 5th Gra...

Seeing how I'm nearing that age where I am officially considered an adult in the eyes of Society, I figured I might write out my thoughts on my current  age: that mysterious age of being Twenty. When I turned Twenty years of age about eleven months or so ago, I found that I was still not viewed as an adult, but seen no longer as a child or teenager. Then again, most people thought I acted far above my usual age when I was in my very late 'teens. Others have contradicted this by stating that I have acted years below my actual age. I willingly believe that both accounts are true - human beings are paradoxical creatures after all. As the months went by, I found myself growing in ways I didn't realize right away, but in retrospect, was clear as day. I found myself more calm, more willing to let go of things that are out of my control. I found myself even more capable of sociability and breaking away even more from my shell. I probably won't get rid of my tendency to let...

... that nothing in life seems to go strictly in one direction. Or so we seem to think. Human beings always seem to do the same things, make the same mistakes, over and over again, just to get some sort of familiarity  to stay in their lives. In one way or another, we strive to fight against change, no matter how little we seem to fight against it. I find this to be very true, in lieu of my re-listening of old punk or alternative rock bands. I used to listen to rock a lot - and I really do mean a lot  - in High School. Ever since I entered college, I've branched out and listened to all sorts of music, even going so far as to listen to classical music again - which means I've gone straight back to childhood, since I was classically trained musically - as well as venturing into genres that piqued my creative interest. So I now have a fair amount of "material" I can use as reference if ever I plan on making an album. But that's a topic for another time. I've ...

I have recently been listening to Michael Gregory's 'Just A Little While', a song that he plays in his video "Mullet Baby Sings!!" on YouTube. It's a wonderfully whimsical and romantic song about being afraid to act on your feelings and trying to "solve" your romantic altercations by observation and timing. I highly suggest you check it out. I'm quite sure the video I just mentioned is above. Who's Michael Gregory? Good question. Michael Gregory is one of four members of the Gregory Brothers of AUTO-TUNE THE NEWS fame. You can say Michael hosts and often plays around with the channel that harbors most of their YouTube hits. The channel in question is "SchmoYOho, accent on the Yo!" If you've seen the Bed Intruder Song or the Double Rainbow Song or  any of the ATTN hits, then you will recognize who Mike Gregory is. Why he's not on any sort of contract or label is beyond me. For now, I'm going to continue singing thi...

I'm still not used to the fact that I'm alone and close friends are miles way - and when I say miles, think thousands upon thousands; or at least hundreds - leaving me particularly introspective about my worth in the eyes of the acquaintances and individuals I meet down here where I currently am. Which would be Cagayan de Oro City, Mindanao, Philippines. Large parties tend to amplify this introspection, as I am usually alone and with no group of friends to make me feel any form of "safe". Even if there are individuals there that I am familiar with, it seems I just don't know them enough  to be able to "hang" with them. And thus, the paradox of being alone in a sea of people. It's a frustrating thing to experience every time one goes to a large party, so I try my best to avoid them as much as possible. That includes nightclubs. To me, they're large parties you pay to go to (every night, if you so choose). The only thing that alleviates the i...

I have a soul - this I know I know no sole reason to think I alone can amount to the role that I see as a goal. I sit down and sigh - so delightfully sly: the goal of my life that may just pass me by I have a soul - I must grow must glow in the soles of the shoes I alone believe I can fill - so I'll laugh - fly - soar. I look up to the sky the stars are so shy symbolic of dreams that I see in my eyes So I'll fly And I'll soar I'll open the door This dream is a dream No more It's reality with a soul It's my  sole reality And I won't let go I won't let go 8-17-10 Written just now on a whim. More often than not I tend to write pieces on these mere whims. How blessed are the creatively inclined. But of course, it can be a curse as most artists may understand: artists are the perfect example of being incredibly overachieving without seeming to look like they're doing anything significant in front of the general public. An...

Our days are gone and nights are long   The dead know nothing beyond the throng   Of measured breaths and dizzy debts   Amongst the living who still live strong   In name we strive for peace and life   In name only, for all are lies   Even the honest have lost their hearts   To the Death that looms before our eyes   But even so we must realize:   In unmeasured depths and unnamed skies,   we find what life therein lies... 10-13-09 This poem was written while I was very heavily influenced by the writing style of H.P. Lovecraft a little less than a year ago. The Lovecraft-esque style is evident especially in the last two lines - and it is because  of these last two lines that the poem is called "Unnamed". Also, for those who have played a bit of Bioshock, this may bring to mind the atmosphere of the game. Of course, this is my opinion; I highly doubt you may agree. And I'm quite ok with that! So there you have it - my fi...

Love - it is the one thing in my life that I have many many thoughts about. And I mean many . For now, I'll only deal with three core topics. So let's get started with the simplest: love v. infatuation. The statement "falling in love" or "love at first sight" is used and used quite often in Society, whether it be American Culture or otherwise. As one can tell, these statements imply that love is an uncontrollable feeling, emotion, or state of mind that takes you off your feet and sends you to the highest depths of the heavens or to the deepest circles of hell. Many of you will take this idea as completely true - there is no possible way you can say you love someone unless you feel this. I say otherwise. One does not "fall in love" with someone; it is not some uncontrollable twist of fate that makes you feel a certain way or act a certain way towards someone. You choose to act and feel this way about someone because it benefits you in some way to ...

As we grow older, we make friends, lose friends, make enemies or rivals, and generally live our lives the best we can. Losing a friend occurs to me far too often - either we drift apart and go our separate ways, or an issue has popped up that one or both wasn't aware of and couldn't resolve. As of now, I find myself watching a dear friend - naive though he is - burning down years of friendship over an issue that, frankly, most of my friends and I were quite unaware of. It's frustrating to see it happen, no matter how many times I've seen it happen before. One would think that as the years go by, you grow more mature, you learn to handle your relationships with your friends and acquaintances with greater care than the year before... but sometimes that just isn't the case. Every once in awhile, you'll meet someone who doesn't seem willing to go out of his/her comfort zone and see the other side of the story. If a person can't do that, many relationsh...

Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labour, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school where children played At wrestling in a ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarecely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity. Emily Dickinson "Because I could Not Stop for Death..." I stated in an earlier post that I'd venture into poetry - I never said I'd take another's. But this isn't a poetry post - this is one of those kind-of-essays. I have just recently been given the news of the passing of my grandmother on my mother's side. It's hard enough to deal with a relative's dea...

I haven't touched Blogspot/Blogger since I was in US History Summer School in High School. Ah, those were the times. So now I'm in college and things are as everyone thought - college is a crazy four or so years of losing yourself, finding yourself again, and learning lots of new things about yourself in the process. I should be a little more than halfway done by now, but this isn't the case, unfortunately. I've expanded into all sorts of things lately - namely singing R&B, pop, as well as dabbling in rap. There's something hard-hitting about hip-hop that has been missed a bit in rock. At the same time, it isn't as harsh... if you know where and who to listen to, heh. So this is a new beginning on this public blog - I'm sure I won't spam it with unnecessary memes or chain stuff like that. This is purely for poetry, thoughts, and kind-of-essays! So here's to new beginnings... *cheers*!