[every one of these thoughts is a complete independent entity, with absolutly no relation to the next or the previous one]
I'm the kind of person who develops an emotional relationship with the city, I did. I hate Tokyo.
Hate, that's not the worst feeling of it all, for me at least... for, every "Hate" still holds somehow, somekind of "Love" like every other strong feeling.
The worst thing anyone can say to me would be, "I dont love you anymore", the status of "Nothing", it kills me, deep inside it kills me.
How can color or smell, produce tears?
What is self-destruct exactly?
Why are people who demand equality between males and females called "feminists"??? isn't it weird... they're not calling for a feminin rule.
Jerry Sinfield and Steve Jobs are both half syrians btw.
It's amazing how people who cant dream, always try to slip you off yours. even if unconsciously...
In the time span of only 11 minutes u can relive the 6 million years u've lived on this earth, that's not the surprising part. the shocking part is that few people give a fuck.
I read that Aristotle once said that life and death are the same thing,
Now, I'm gonna go head and say Artistotle, tough break my friend, ur wrong.
When life has nothing more to give you, death will always give you another "first", another knowledge, experience of a definite unknown, I feel sad for those who feel that life and death can be the same thing at any giving moment.
The last time I smiled from my heart was 2 days ago n the train, i was reading Bernard Werber's "Empire of the ants" and he asks how can u make 4 triangles out of 6 matches, I smiled cuz I knew, even before I read the guideline "Think differently..."..
I said somewhere that love is just another formula... It's somehow true now, u see, I know 2 people who found a very simple mathematical definition..
1+1=3 <=> the intersection point of 2 "different" "parallel" lines.This is their Love Formula.
AND YES, I do realize that now both Aristotle and Euclide hate me...
What is YOUR reason?
I hate lens, I love glasses.
I do have somekind of emotional attachment to the Azzuri, ever since I was 8 in 1994 and cried my heart out when Baggio missed that penalty, 1998, 2000, 2002... I donno what it is, but it's definitley not about football... maybe that July 17th night... That World Cup holds the most vivid memories of my childhood.
I'm not a football fan.
The worst thing in the past 2 months is that I've been forced to be conscious the whole time...