Topic Of The Day : What's Love? [Part.2]

So here we are. Still at square one. What the fuck is love? Well, maybe its time i break it down to you guys bout what i think on the subject. I know its hard to understand what love is. Does it really exist? How do we notice? Is it good or bad to fall in love? But hey~if you reading this, you better be prepare for some weird shit i'm gonna write. 

Honestly, i'm not sure if i'm falling in love or not. But i am certain that i have some weird feelings. The symtoms are clearly looks like someone in a really great scare ; hearts pounding against your chest, sweat on your palms, the your fingers starts to twitch, the constant feel of inadequate with your appearance. Does it have to be that bad? No. Its the most exciting moment of my life. To feel her close, even with this level of nervousness and anxiousness, it felt right. Its almost the time stops. Its just you and her, freeze in the moment.

For my experience, i'll be using the pronouns for a female. Please be advice. For all the guys and lesbians out there that are reading, you'll get what i'm writing. But for a girl, please work your head around my writings to fully understand this post. Ngeh2!

The sweet smell of her perfume, her hair, makes you wanna take a bat and hit your head so hard till you bleed. The body movement, so soft, so light, so understandable, just like dancing with the dolphins over the shallow waters of the ocean. Her skin, her hands and the most mesmerizing part, her eyes. So vividly catchy, it catches your attention away. Not even a free PS3 was given away on the shops around you, would take your attention away(but if its real, hey~i'll grab one).


All these visual stimulation will stimulate the very inch of your brain, channel all your attention to this beautiful being, dancing in front of you. An instant act of stupidity shall occur from time to time, its normal. Stuttering lips when delivering words, shaking hands and breathless exhales in and out of your now dry tongue. Sounds torturing right? But its normal, as this is only an invisible touch of an angel, a high-definition view from a first person perspectives, from your eyes, direct link toward your heart. *The adrenaline of love*. 


It gets even worst, when the physical contact starts take place. Your palm, touch her soft skin, slides from her arm towards her palm. She giggles, an indirect way of saying "it tickles when you do that" without moving her lips. Her palm warm, like covering up in a comforter during a snow-storm. Her cheek turns red and her eyes running up and down, all over the place, trembled, as she felt your heart-beat on your palm. Yours and hers, beat as one, united. 


Without further a due, you plant one on her cheek and yada~yada~yada.....we all know where it lead to. Maybe thats how you'll feel love, maybe not. I'm just blab-erring here. No judgement need. But the way i describe it, maybe to graphical as all things are like in heaven for the first time. But when one single argument, can turn the tide around. Hell came up from underneath it self. Tug your skin with rusted hook and drag you straight down to the fire it self.


Do couples often fight? Does fight bring any good to any relationship? What does "give and take" even means? hey~i'm not even qualified with a PhD on "Love and Psychopath Fundamental". The answer to that question is ones experienced it self, and live another day to tell the untold story. Its not fair for only one opinion to judge the whole institution. Like i said earlier, its about EXPERIENCE. Seeing is believing.

Topic Of The Day : What's Love? [Part.1]

Any takers?

Yeah. This 4 letter word driven the humans into chaotic, pointless and craziness act and life-style but, its is undefined. Sure there are a lot of definitions on this subject, but most of it is just a one-man opinion on the this debacle, not merely a single comes close into scoring the true definition of LOVE. Hence, we run in circle, pointless nights of not sleeping, wondering, and hey~we are still back at square one. The same question pops back into our heads :

What the fuck is LOVE.....

We are not defining the love for religion and family because it is clear to us, that religion, God and family, do exists. Love our mom and dad because they give birth to us and we owe them till the day we die. And of course, religion and God. Who would not love them as they guide our life into passages of righteous and believes. Its not love but more likely to believes and absolution. Okay fine! So what about love between human? Is anything there? Yes..yes..the indisputable institution of marriage it self defines love. But whats love when theres divorce and polygamy? Then comes the "fate has been written..destiny" shit. So now we are blaming God for all the mishaps in our marriage? What is up in the world nowadays? Fuck!

I dare not to question the Almighty, so lets focus on a more detailed focus before i get struck the lightning. Love between unmarried humans. So what does that defines? Is it a must? Is it a necessity? Does the world gives a shit on these kind of love? But 1st of all, the question still hold. What the fuck is love?

According to the sciences fact that i gathered and understand (since i'm a science student), the feeling that people often describe "love" is actually a chemical reaction in the brains that force the brain to release sets of chemicals, including Pheromones, Dopamine, Nor-epinephrine, and Serotonin which acts as a stimulant agent at the brains's pleasure center, which will lead to :

>Sleep disorder
>Increased heart-rate
>Lost of appetite
>An intense feeling of excitement

So to my opinion, Love is drug. It drugs our brain to a euphoria state for a while making us vulnerable to illusions and motion-sickness. And its more to excitement, so it should not be called love, just use "excite" should be suffice.These powerful drug, makes us high inside, when outside we all look alike, sober. It makes us loose our mind, lack of decision making and the self-selfishness just gone out of the window. We tend to do the unthinkable, and some times we don't even remember what the hell is wrong with us till we realize we are in love. Crap!

So thats is the definition on Love by the chemists perception, and for me, hell yeah~love is just like doing drug? Count me in! This expedition shall continue since my friend is jerking me off to the mall today~till the next post..see ya!

.:st0p ruNning aNd fac3 da Fcking Truth:.

So here i am, clueless on what i have to write tonight. Although i never planned what i'm going to scribble in this piece of literature, i'm glad that i'm typing. For the past few hours I've been staring at this beautiful creature. Blessing of God from up high, i can concur. Slowly but surely, i'll understand these feeling that I've been feeling for the past couple of days. Regardless of the things that I've type so far, my vision is tunneling down a spiral rabbit hole in my head, getting darker every moment it sets in, deeper and deeper. Maybe its because of the sleep-lacking I've been experimenting in  a few days back. But that beautiful being, sat there, so vividly, inches of my eyes. Heart pounding against the mattress i faced my chest in. I want to smile, but why i can't. Maybe its the fact that i realize. No pure beauty for this mere beast. At least, no pure beauty with sincerity, no expandable rules and boundaries, that introduces the terms "Sincerity Comes With A Price" to my Oh-so-charity-me heart.

The sun is rising for the east, behind skyscrapers of a city so sinful, that streets filth with call-girls and catecholamine pushers, as a part of the world that so cruel, it reeks in your vein to just, roll over and die. But as the sun brightens the horizon, all the evil, all the horror, all the rigid part of a naked human flesh is covered with lies and deceit so it is so clear to a happy-tourist couple, that its is a great place to shop. Theres no place like home, this city is, maybe to some. But for me, a humble servant of life it self, this city, despite the gore and grotesque of the masquerade riders, i find hope. At this time, as i stand by the window, watch another day of living comes to a sequential-start, its the best part of my day.

Plus, that beautiful being, just sitting there, staring. Give me more courage and strength to force my self into uncertainties of hope. As we all know, HOPE is a subjective matter. Its a mere reality, 100% insecure fantasy, created by our very own minds, catalyzed by surrounding affects ; a boy, a bird, a song ,food, or maybe a favorite porn, THAT keeps us breathing,living our live, no matter what the status is. Maybe currently knee deep in shit or worse, face down. Its a temporary visual of the future that is to be most likely, achieve if the right amount of effort blended in. Just a visual, in our head. But without hope, life's is just a dope. Either we succeed or we fail, hope will always be there. Just a lit'faith. Its all good.

Hope this day today starts with an enough sleep through the morning, and the afternoon is as good as the sleep it self. That beautiful being just smile, like i'm stupid enough to distinguish between a fake smile and a smile of happiness rises in the lungs,chest,body, of this beautiful being. I know i can do more, even better, i know i can do it. Just stop staring me, spread your enchanted wings and fly,fly like its magic to me,magic to you. Be free. The devil wont be around when the sun is up. I promise.

Eyes now are blinking rapidly,more likely to stutters when the brains sends radio signal to the whole department, "Lets call it a day shall we? The Vessels tired already" So they r shutting down my system, one by one, phase by phase. Its starts from the bottom where my legs are feeling numb. Then when to the abdomen parts and chest. Then i'll lost wood. And before you know it, you are way down the "zzZzZz~" Lane.