Sunday, 16 January 2011

He Was There

Some of the things that come in to mind are simply inexpressible through the act of typing, writing down one’s thoughts as they come to mind. But only the psychologically ill fated will find that emotional pain, not expressed through interpersonal contact, can be the reason that I stay awake at night. Pure pleasure I take in watching Sitcoms, TV Series and other form of passive entertainment; they take me to another world, a world where I cannot be disturbed, a fake built up structure of predefined emotion, comforting, yet so alarming. I have no reason to even write this down for you, to lay it out plain and easy, this is my state, this is what it has come down to. No more being in any responsibility, even trying hardest to isolate myself. I have no friends, and if I would ever wanted some, I’d sure be uncomfortable. This is not what should have happened. I have no focus to be even going on, my future is fading away, the present is now all that I want to go past, I have a void; it can only be filled by the most junkiest of foods, delicious, fatty and fast. None of that veggie stuff. Ashamed of myself as I am now, I have never been. It is a new low, here sitting typing this, for you to even reading this, for me even wasting your time. The younger days, gone way past, I feel exposed and so self conscious. This is why this document will never be found. I will hide it, treasure it and never let anyone see it. I get nothing done, but, as the years will go by this particular writing will serve as a constant reminder of my uselessness, and my one choice to never expose myself. Who will I be kidding; who am I kidding; sure, it is you. Yes, proud viewer, you will be the one who will soon find himself exposed. America is great, really awesome, with their great Sitcoms, yes, you should watch more, find out what life is really about. I guarantee you will be so happy that people have thought so long and hard to even bother distracting you enough to be happy, because real life, life in the purest form, cannot be achieved by me writing text down, by you watching me do it, but by thinking long and hard, which might sound distracting from someone who doesn’t know a thing about relationships, or as a matter of fact anything. It is all a big blur, I never get things done. Period.

I am sorry to have wasted you time, and this is the longest I can go on for sitting on a box,
Sebastian Huber

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

101 anger Management & attention span training

you know what really grinds my gears is the fact that people seem to be asses minding only their own ass. yeah, most of them anyways. it always makes me giggle inside when I grind someone else's gears without them thinking that I have no intention of even doing so. then people get really mad, its like when someone has an open flesh wound and you intentionally drop salt on that. yep, it burns, but pain is funny isn't it, or is the only way to fight pain humor? tell me.
well, get your head out of your ass and, well, tell me what your doing is great. everything you say, or have done is what has gotten you in this position, and this is what really matters. at least to you. noob. I think its time to change things up a little, open ourselves to a new perspective, one where you try to do the right thing, BUT not by your standards but by logic. logic leads to happiness, at least it is my belief, if mixed with a little emotion and stirred a little with ignorance. thats who I am. but all you probably took away from that is me being an ignorant person. laugh out loud, not.
and this is my cue to move to the second part of my COMPLAINT (my feelings are hurt ;( .. ), attention span. yes its been mentioned before many a times but think of this, no one listened. and thats because you think you know something, but instead you are ignoring important stuff sitting right infront of you. not only the web has caused a degradation of vocab, but also age. older people drift off, think they hear something you are trying to say (one word if at most), trying to make sense of it and forget the next 3 minutes. what is the point? I am the sort of person that likes to get things done, others say might not be so successful, or think they have better ways, but I try to follow logic and if someone comes a long trying to give me advice, I still try to listen and make sense of it. thank you dear felsted friend who has taught me this important gift. this is how it went down. we were talking philosophy, the topic which I previously googled (guilty, ups) and made sense of. the guy sat there reading and when he finished we had a discussion. he asked me what I thought the author's point was and I just repeated google 101 and then the room got quite. I drifted off topic with another friend and 5 min later the other buddy was like, dude your right thats a cool way to look at it. I was totally shocked that he had thought about my stupid repetition for 5 minutes and then agreed. Since that day I try to evaluate things, think about stuff before I say something stupid. whatever I say has most meaning to me and if some people like my bff can't pick shit up, its partly my fault, but he doesn't reason well, so its also partly his fault. I like to get things done and when I choose my close friends I try to pick the ones that do as well, but sometimes I make a bad choice and he would be the worst example of the exact opposite: say things, that have little to no meaning, almost sounding completely like a dick. he told me that he has big plans, visits a fancy school, but i know he cries a little inside, which is why he still is one of my closest friends, and the fact that I can't seem to find any other ones. could be me, could be the fact that I live on a mountain. feast yourselves psychologists.

ps. people never change, and if they do its for the worse / i totally ripped that off somewhere, you suck

Sunday, 14 November 2010

Welcome back to anyone who is stupid enough to stumble upon this Glup

Yes, because I said so. These were one of the first words I am going to think about and the best thing about them is they are appropriate in most conversation the day to day average brain dead is having. So you might think that ..., guess not. The reason for my typing up such a confusing intro is simple; I would like to be reminded why my brother is still bothering with a fat piglet.
In fact she is one of the people I dispise the most, and let this be a lesson to all you mothafukas: you think your all hot shit really trying to get some hot piece of ass to be a retard servant for the rest of your life - and while it might just last a little longer than expected the slut never fails to take a huge dump on your social life, whilst convincing you its all for the best and that you are in control. yes, you can do what ever your majesty - but wait - you didn't really read the terms of agreement and now your fkd. And I ain't makin shit up, no far be it from my rant to be insulting random strangers - but you guessed it, its your fault and you know you did wrong, but yes I forgive you. Read this, don't read it, I don't give a shit. Its not really the best way to express something without building momentum (blogging), but you guessed it, I am cheap and appear to be in some way thought provoking (1x1=2?!). not really, have a nice day.

Your biatch,
Tim Canh

p.s. I might not go down in history but I will go down on your mother

Thursday, 13 May 2010

Language a Barrier - A wild theory

The world today consists of about 195 countries, speaking around 6800 languages. However, we find that some of them are disappearing, some of them are counted, even though they are dialects and some of them were counted twice.

Such a figure in the wrong context can confuse, but let me put a wild thought in your head - what if we all only spoke one language? No, I am not referring to peace and love or body language, I literary mean -the- same language.
At the moment, the words we speak through our mouths are still different, but what about our thought? No, we think in language too.

So why do we speak? We communicate with one another in daily life to advance and become a more sophisticated, loving, caring and respected being. Our intention to speak is sparked by the power of words, driven through generations. So to speak, our intention to speak is universal, therefore the meaning of what we intend to communicate is universal, and thus interpretable.

So what is language? A computer, for example, uses basic binary language to communicate within itself and to other computers. However, before sending binary (and possibly due to security measures), it encrypts such data to an unintelligible form, unreadable by a third party. A similar situation would be, you sitting on a table with two aliens (literally aliens, e.g. E.T.) and they were communicating through 43JDSLAnguage, but you do not understand a word. Their words do not make sense, maybe you get an idea of what they are talking about, but it will certainly make you feel isolated.

Thus, I propose - What if language is just an encryption? Somewhere out there lies a key, a key to unlock a universal language, hidden beneath all thought, word (but not deed) and tone. English (commonly accepted as world language) is just a second path we are taking, but misinterpretation is unhealthy and takes away part of/adds to the intention. Just look at the way we interpret meaning from books, art, music etc. We deriviate from the artists'/writers' intention and even add on our own personal meaning.

A key would therefore enable us to connect, bond and most important of all - understand. A device that lets us access parts of the brain creating intention, our driving factor. Even by me typing and thinking about the subject, takes away and adds intention. I would have loved to spill out my thoughts, and although they are lateral and abstract, people would be able to relate. But if you understood anything I was trying to communicate, spread the word.
For now, I can only dream of consuming art in its pure form.


Keep in mind, this is only a theory that is stuck in my mind and in no way represents any religious ideas, ideals, beliefs etc. etc.

Sunday, 9 May 2010

Why does it keep me on-line?

hey, my name is Jeff and I am an addict. my question is: "how do I get offline"?
- I swear this was my alter-ego

My little YOUtube experiment.

This experiment is going to be about an extensive investigation into YouTube's frameworks. In fact, the single idea I was inspired by is: How much voice is given to the individual through this site?
I've uploaded an interesting video, which has the potential of becoming a hit.

Observe my progress here.

Keep REAL music ALIVE

Cheap computers, an overflow of no creativity, no standards. Thank you very much.

Props to: Eric Clapton, Mike Oldfield, Prince.