I AM WHAT I AM

I dnt know who i am.i’m changing all da time.watever i yesterday i’m not tomorrow,not today,bcoz my perceptions of today are different from those of yesterday,and i go with da flow and i say wat i want.its just that……i am wat i am for the moment and as i evolve i become wat i become..whoever discovers the who of me will find out the who of you and the why and the where??”PEOPLE MIGHT HATE ME OR LOVE ME.EITHER WAY IS TOTALLY “COOL” YOU ARE PUTTING THE SAME AMOUNT OF ENERGY IN IT

Zephyr Gudang Pegu

)))))))))_I M ME_(((((((((
if only youd believe
dat i am me today
no monster,no painful reminder
just me —in my own way.

i am not wat u have made me
or wat i was born to be
the blood dat flows these veins
is judt a part of me.

NXVIIIXII

i haven’t hurt u,hated u
so why do you always condemn me?
why am i despised?

could you not learn to love me
like u do the rest
i m here and i m forgive u
if you forgive my ugliness

it hurt to see u hate
and sometimes i cry days
but the minutes u show me kindness
i m yrs in many ways

i m lost when u are angry
the harsh words dat u say
they crush and make me awkward
shy to be wat i may

if u would only knows me
see who i m inside
maybe you’d learn to love
the person whos learnt to love

stop looking through me
i m not wat u see
i m not of yr making
i m wat i hve made of me
++++++++++++++++++
**********************************************

Zephyretta

Zephyretta

SOME LINES ABOUT ME…ITS LIKE A PROCESSING OF AN ANTS

*whoever discovers the who of me will find out the who of you and the why and the where?*

**Allow me to re-introduce myself. If anyone did bother to notice , I had never really bother to rant about myself much. So here’s the few pathetic lines my morning brain came out with, “I don’t need to take your shit so don’t do it to me. Fuck that shit.” No no. Don’t confuse me with your neighboring emo boy or that anger kid down the streets. I reckon my brain in the morning ain’t functioning that well but I have been interrogated pound by pound almost too often. 12 rounds straight with Oscar de la hoya, blood , sweat and curses in every single round. It’s a miracle why I am still alive.

Perhaps you had never noticed but don’t you get tired of people questioning you here and there when they’re only half the man you are? Oh sure, tell me you’re a chick. You don’t have to face this. Don’t go reading on , I don’t want your mummy to come in and ban you from reading stuff considered M18. Sometimes I tried to tell myself that they are having a bad day so I’ll just take it in but then again, who the hell doesn’t have issues? It could be the most infinitesimal issue ever but you took me for 12 rounds. Give me a break will you?

So here am I, trying to bring it out of my system one last time before I take it out on some miserable printer whom failed to deliver. I can do it in a cultured manner or like a good old punk and I can be selective on my words, so don’t go on trying me. Do not to others what you will not want on yourself. I will say it once and if you doubt my words , fuck it. Have I been a little too vulgar lately ? Nah, I’m just been selective remember? (all the pounding must have gotten into my head)
**Note: Don’t read what you don’t like. You can choose to be selective too.**

Passions:
Long Driving,Painting,Music

The misfits.
The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.

They’re not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.

You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.

About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.

Because they change things.

They invent. They imagine. They heal.
They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.

Maybe they have to be crazy.

How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?

We make tools for these kinds of people.
While some see them as the crazy ones,
we see genius.

Because the people who are crazy enough to think
they can change the world, are the ones who do.

                                                                                                                   Think different.”

Job description:
playing Guitar,Writing Software,Fashion Design,Animation,Doodle,abstract Painting.Writing freaky dreams,illustrating,Photography,Fine art,Carpenter, Visualiser,and compossing music.

Maybe I often do foolish things, but I always do them with enthusiasm….always having faith, knowing one of two things will happen: there will be something solid to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly…

Career interests:
Fall in love with your job. Not with your company. And of course not with your boss. Unless she’s a hottie :}

Fall in love with your self as you know it. Not with the self that others will have you believe. Oh, they are all wrong anyway!
Ideal match:
The one you can light your stove with!!(Who has inbuilt INTEL processor wid ultra-Strong Cooling Fans)

~~~I want to meet…~~
romantics, travellers, old friends, filmmakers, writers, producers, photographers, painters, people who love nature, people i thought i’d never see again, godesses, adventurers, explorers, provocateurs, rebels, shamans, mystics, worshippers of dionysos, people who live passionately, who are unafraid, or very afraid, but kind, and who know all is one, and all is LOVE.

first thing you will notice about me:
Do people notice me at all??i dnt giv a DAMN wat humaneSoul Notice me about..i gotta USED to it..BAD or GUD..u gonna puting same amount of energy in…but really i hate all those ugly and maniac stare..finaly i dnt even notice at u.xcept u r a real HOTTIE?

Height:
174 centimetres
Eye colour:
black
Hair colour:
black
Build:
athletic
Body art:
strategically placed tattoo
Looks:
mirror-cracking material
Best feature:
chest
Turn ons:
assertiveness, intelligence, long hair, thunderstorms.
Turn offs:
Put ons, acquired accent, lousy bathroom manners, people who say they are listening but aren’t listening shit, lack of common sense, bad breath, body odour, the fakes and wanna-bes, the holier-than-thous, rash driving, smelly feet, insensitivity.
My idea of a perfect first date:
I like simplicity meets substance kind of stuff. It just does it for me.
Perfect? I dunno.

But something like good company, good place (preferably outdoors), good conversation ( a must), good chemistry, good food with a few cans of good old beer thrown in.

Yeah, i know no Hollywood stuff this. But i like it that way.
From my past relationships I learned:
*To tolerate each other’s negatives is to respect each other.
*To live in the moment makes for great memories.
*To learn to let go is to learn to let live.
*To communicate honestly is to accept and value each other’s view.
*To argue leading to pillow fights is natural.

Above all, to cry is human.
AND TO BE HUMAN IS TO BE A PAIN IN THE ASS!!!
Five things I cannot live without:
Air,Water,Food,Cloth and Guitar+Marlboro light
Sports:
soccer,Camping and long drive
Activities:
playing guitar and painting is to me is a very intimate things–its something i can do myself.i dont have to depend on anyone else to do it.

I guess I’m the most complicated person on this Earth… The one who likes to hurt himself in turn to please others… but I don’t mind though, it’s not that I enjoy hurting myself… it’s just that in turn of that pain, I did experienced a bit of happiness… and that’s however is good enough for me… rather I don’t feel anything, better than feeling miserable, lonely, empty and plain… Feeling hurt once in awhile can make us realise what’s important and makes us understands what’s that really matters in our life… We tends to appreciate things more when we know that we gonna lose it… I dunno if anyone wuld ever read my blog anyway, but I just wanna write, write and write… About what I feel inside me, perhaps there’s people who shares the same thoughts as me would read and come across what I wrote… perhaps the people that I care would also know about my deepest thoughts… It’s not that I don’t share and open up myself to those close to me, it’s just that sometimes I had to act brave and strong just so that people can cling on me, think that I’m their helper when it comes to troubles in life… Though the truth is much of my problems I just keep it shut in me, never been revealed, never been exposed to anyone at all… Perhaps I don’t wanna show my true self to people, not even to those who near me, not even my family… Not sure why, probably fear of losing them… fear of losing their trust, respect and love towards me… See… told you I’m complicated…

Zephyretta

Zephyretta

2 Responses

  1. m imprssed wid u dear…muuaahh!!

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