Halloween Night

Halloween Night
When talking about Halloween, one would think about ghouls and souls. Not. I am about to cover my ears.

Lazy Sunday

What this post is about I wonder. Lazy sunday. Lazy means the tendency of a person or any subject to not perform or carry out a particular activity or series of activities due to the preference of continuing the current situation or having no interest in activities to be carried out. Sunday is roughly one of the days in a week where most countries regard as the holiday of the week, where there should not be any business related activities or formal education in schools going on. Therefore, lazy sunday means the tendency of a person or any subject to not perform or carry out a particular activity or series of activities due to the preference of continuing the current situation or having no interest in activities to be carried out roughly one of the days in a week where most countries regard as the holiday of the week, where there should not be any business related activities or formal education in schools going on.
The End?
Not yet. I have not even finished m last post.

However, nothwithstanding that, I really want to write a lot of things, but I have been diagnosed with a disease since young, preventing me from writing. It is a tragic disease which has no cure. Everytime I thought about this misfortune that had striked my life and created a massive crater in my social life, my tear ducts were bulging with dust. I was thinking about it in dusty rooms, while sweeping there. The disease I was talking about is, maybe none of you have heard it before, laziness.
I once went to a therapy, but I never went, because I was too lazy. There was once I work very hard, making achievements in many areas of study, contributing very much to society, and finally escaped this disease of laziness, but that day, I woke up and was almost late for school.

Being lazy is not a problem at all. It is just a disease like cancer which will crush your life and career. It can also cause you to work non-stop 24 hours a day, 7 days a year. That is, when you are lazy to sleep. See guys... do not be lazy. Be yourself. If your self is always lazy, it is alright. However, do not fake being lazy, because it is very obvious and a woman's eyes can promptly tell that on the first glance.
Don't be lazy.
Be yourself.

The Experiment of Life

Now as much as you want to believe Nica Costa really represented my first love, its truth is only as far as my experiment and experience I experienced when conducting the experiment in my experience of the experiment.
I was never taking life seriously, and when I did, it was always about me not taking life seriously. As an artist, I am always open in thought and liberal in attire, except cross-dressings. The hardest thing I’ve ever done is keep believing there's someone in this crazy world for me (Carpenters, I need to be In love).

"People only live once they said. No, they are reincarnated to various other creatures based on their karmas, replied Buddhists. Are you sure, how would you prove that? demanded people. There's no proof that can prove it, not even your eyes. You have to go through it to know, yet when you go through it, you will forget. Anyway, you can't even prove that we only live once, can you? stormed the Buddhists. Stop this nonsense, you two, I'm blogging."

Anyway, I used to be the odd one out in the class, both socially or in mental intelligence. I remembered in the 5th grade the class math results were so terrible that a re-exam was made to heighten up everyone's math score. It was unfair to me, who scored full marks for both the first and the additional exams. Not mentioning kids (classmates) always came to me and asked me to draw their work for them, as mine were anytime the best, and always gained teachers' attention and full marks (a full mark was not impossible in art).

I was also avoided by some "tough" boys in class, as when we fought, I always played foul, by all means to make them regret their lives, either by manipulating stories to teachers, making them look the most guilty by looking for a crowded place to get beaten up there instead, so 1. I got public help 2. while letting them attack, I put my image as the innocent victim 3. avoid getting beaten up, because the only person I didn't want the incident revealed was the person who washed my clothes, mom, she would be worried I thought.
At that point in time, I was always bored by things. Studying and getting good marks, making teachers and parents proud. Inviting jealous boys to fight, getting in troubles, graduating and getting a job, finding a girl and marrying, having children then die, was the cycle I always thought the life was. Not that this kind of thought is wrong. It is still unkown even until now. Just that, as my mind matured, and my eyes going through different sequels of experiences, I started to shape my mind into a more realistic image. Just like in good artworks, it doesn't take one year or six to create a successful one.
I was young, immature, and considered too childish at that time to even have these thoughts. However, I carried them out, thinking to myself life is nothing but a journey of experiences. Did I say experiences? I mean experiments.
I was planning since then to create events genetically, meaning I was barely letting anything occur natually, while the only natural things which occured were my inaturally nature trees and mountains.

At that time I was 10. And by 10, I mean tendons. Yup, no meaning. I was 16 at that time. I started being random irrationally, to sometimes irritate people, but most of the time to  study the mother nature of mother humans.

For years, I did things that were based on themes I chose a month before the beginning of each fucking year.

I swear the swearing was random. Seriously have I ever sweared? No!

The following will reveal my bachelor-age biggest secret:

2013 , theme was 'Randomness'.

2014, 'Neglect'

2015, 'Leadership' was the theme

2016, 'Rejection Theraphies'

In the beginning of my transitory change of character and eccentric study of human nature, which was in 2013, was strategically my first time living in a neighbouring country for long-term period. It was another country, after all, and the country where people were not the ones, anyway, so were the right targets to initiate my somehow heartless, yet crucial game, and too small to be irrelevant to the subjects with human lives.