Me and My Quotes 2

Me and my big mouth with more witty banters...

"Ideas are as far as your mind goes while actions are as far as your faith goes."

"Blackouts are an instant time travel opportunity."

"The more cheese you have, the more holes you have. The more holes you have, the less cheese you have. So that means... the more cheese you have, the less cheese you have."

"Say what you mean, mean what you say, but don't say it mean or it will ruin your day."

"Check your buddies before you wreck your studies."

"Humans are their own gods for they are the masters of creation. They even created their own demise."

"Things that need to be proved are uncertain. This theory has been proven. Thus, the theory itself is uncertain. Everything in this world is uncertain. Thus, everything needs to be proved."

"It's not how old you are, it's how you are... being old."

"Copying others' mistakes is like cheating on life."

"You can pick your friends. You can pick your nose. But you cannot pick your friends' nose."

"Better to kill than let someone die."

"Love is like getting a seven on one roll of a six-sided dice. It's impossible. That just means you need to be impossible yourself to give love and get it back."

"The more we try to forget, the more we remember."

"Keep your friends close, your enemies closer, and God closest."

"As long as there is no documentation or physical evidence, everything in this world is universally false."

"Memories are subjective; they cannot be trusted, no matter how sure everyone in the world is about theirs."

"Practice makes progress. Progress makes improvement. What happened to being perfect? Perfection has no room for improvement."

"People who believe in miracles don't believe in themselves."

"Life is unfair because we cheat."

"Better to talk personally. Text is misleading."

"Our faith, hope, and love knows no limits, but we change our mind."

"What is love without lust? = Love"

"If you don't know what to say, it just means that you should act on it."

"I love everybody but I love some people more than others."

"Censorship just makes inappropriate and unacceptable media more obvious."

"Don't mistake safety and security with isolation and captivity."

"Help can only go so far. Helping is not doing all the work for a person, rather, it is doing your best to contribute to a person's well-being."

"Everything is a waste of time, it's just a matter of making the best of it."

"Blogging is the best waste of time."

Dear Diary?

I think it's high time you get a glimpse of the ghost in the blogging machine. When all the other previous ones were just for kicks, this is where the kicks come from. This is the real deal! Everyone has their chance to get down to earth, even if their heads are underground and their feet are in the clouds...


So... what's up with me? I am who I am. A constantly evolving rare breed of human who is alarmingly endangered (and so is the rest of the human race). I'm a guy who takes pleasure in the simplest of things. I'm easily satisfied but that does not mean I'm boring. I can be as daring as any introvert who would dream to be daring (trust me, that's daring).


But enough of all the small talk. I'm a guy. A musician of sorts who takes pride in finding the natural in the artificial. An assuming actor who believes in acting naturally. A person who is always in love and keeps his mind at that state. In short, I'm different, deal with it. I can be the worst person in your world. Or I can be the best person in my world. It all depends on perspective.

So now that you get the picture... above, I'll officially start the Diary of a Big Mouth...


Dear Diary,

This is my first post in your name. Aren't you excited, Diary? We're finally moving on to better things, better people, and better blogs. Well, it's just that... time moves by so fast that all the good things and bad things happening to us are becoming an indistinguishable blur only we can understand and make out. I guess that's the effect of the two hell-blazing months of summer.


I'm starting to consider acting now, isn't that something Diary? Either the summer heat has finally got to me or I got spring fever (though spring is not supported in the Philippines, it is chronologically the time of spring). But anyway, I'm really looking forward to it. Why? Think about the years of stage fright on your personal record and suddenly here comes a modern take on Shakespeare's "Much Ado About Nothing," which you freakin' nailed as Coach Leonato (let me stress, "MODERN") by adding epic adlibs and gaining audience appeal. I felt different on the stage at that time, as if the stage was my personal journal that everyone can relate to.


As for music, I'm still going strong. I've been exploring every possible avenue of sound in my amazing software. I'm a fan of Gorillaz, Blur, Radiohead, and especially... BJORK! God bless that woman! Feel free to criticize all you want Diary but these talented people have always been my light in the dark tunnel of life and music. As my friend told me, I need the passion and organic uniformity present in my work. Even I have to agree that my sound is all over the place like bacteria. It's kinda unhealthy for me as a composer if I can't be recognized by people. Yup, I'm going to the next level. Who isn't? Making songs and instrumentals for an audio diary for one's amusement is only fun for so long. When you hear people wanting more, you can't help but get your creative juices flowing...


For romance, I've got nothing planned yet. Yes, I'm in love with someone, Diary. But I just like to keep it that way. The feeling of love makes me more productive. And thus, I am taking advantage of this chemically-induced cloud nine to make my day, instead of breaking my heart afterwards. I love her.


Back to me, I'm a nice guy, right Diary? I'm just slightly shy, that's all. But honestly, getting to know me starts with "them". I won't say hi nor tell them why unless they make the first move of saying hi to make the job easier. Don't worry Diary, I'm working on it. Just as long as they're working on it too, know what I'm sayin'?

Anyway Diary, I hope we savor the last weeks of summer. You're the best public online social blogging diary a guy like me could ever have. Hope we have more to say to each other. For the meantime, I'll be going back to my previous blog posts. Self-expression, provocatively amusing shizz and all that...



Sincerely mine,
Me and My Big Mouth

I Love Her

Me and my big mouth are back with the lovey-dovey experiments of Loveratory. Let me see... who am I to say that I'm a guy who's in love? I love her. Am I to be tormented forever by this fact? I love her. Is it too one-sided of me to say this when she might not even know of my existence? I love her. Does the repetition of those three words make me sound obsessed? I love her. Why am I telling you all of these things? I love her.

Love is something mutual, is it not? It's kinda weird saying I love you 'coz it always means you're expecting love back. When we feel that light, heavenly, chemically-induced cloud nine, we automatically link it with love; not that I have anything against that. It's just that the expectations that come with this "love" double the pain one receives upon losing it. It's like someone on drugs; the feeling of being in love is addicting and hard to get rid of once it is in full effect. There's a solution however.

Being in love is different from loving. When you're in love with someone, it means both of the individuals engage in this love, since both of you are "in (the mutual feeling of) love." When it's only one side of the sentimentally-scarring romantic tragedy, no matter how many times you say you are in love, it will never happen... unless, one of the individuals start loving. When one gives love for the sake of the other giving love back, it's a self-sustaining fire that just keeps on burning. That fire will first burn with passion; wild and uncontrollable. It will then settle down and blaze constantly when the love is mutual, stable, and secure.

Though I am aware of all this, I'm still stuck loving her when I won't even know if she loves me back. Call me a coward, but I'd rather fancy our friendship. Better to light up the campfire with a match, than with a gallon of kerosene and a blowtorch, know what I'm saying? Anyway, with the knowledge I have shared with you today, I will keep myself engaged in love to be more productive and optimistic in life. Because of my first hypothetical lovelife, I made music, and because of my first hypothetical downfall, I matured my music with passion. And now that I keep that steady fire of love burning, I discovered blogging and acting. Yes, I am in love, with "the night" (previous blog). I love her. She don't care if I love or die, that is why I love her...

Lyrics:

I look at her
Just to see
Is there anything in there
For me
If you look at her
Do you see
Is there anything in there
For me


I love her
I love love her
She don’t care if I live or die
That is why
I love her


So don’t talk to me
Don’t talk to me
There’s so little I can say when I
Feel this way
So don’t talk to me
Don’t talk to me
There’s very little I can sey when I
Feel this way


I love her
I love love her
She don’t care if I live or die
That is why
I love her

In Love With The Night...

"I am in love with the night."

"The night is as beautiful as the absence of light."

"Am I too dark to say such words?"

"When words are not what I mean tonight."

"Tonight I love the scent of day."

"The day of summer wasting away."

"Away until there is nothing left."

"Nothing but the night and the words I say."

"Say nothing to me, my gentle night."

"I don't hear a word but your silence is right."

"Maybe I should not be in love with the dark."

"The dark that tempts me towards the light."

"Yet I am still in love with the day."

"The day my night comes back to stay."

"To stay in the dark, and bring back the spark."

"You are the night I speak of today."

All of this coming from me and my big mouth looking out the window.
Wherever you are my beautiful night, I love you as I take in the view every night...

Chairs Are For Chumps!

Me and my big mouth are back from a very busy day to bring you... Ran-dumb Reviews! Where all your wildest dreams become boring reality...

Today, I'll be shining the light on dem chairs. I mean, what is up with those deceiving booby traps rigged to make anyone lazy at the mere sight of it? "Have a seat, relax, take the load off, let your bottom kiss me..." it says. More like, "Do not stand, become lazy, let go of all your problems, @#&@^$*#&(*)." I don't trust dem chairs, benches, bleachers, seats, couches, swings, or any other member of their family tree...

I'm guessing this is the part where I enumerate my pointless reasons for dissing said object in the first place:

1. Chairs... are just too tempting. The slightest sight of such can capture a man's strength and convert it to utter indolence. This is proven by the trademark people who prefer to sit in their chairs as they move it around the room. Curse the normal chairs for making quite a noise as well as the wheeled ones for reinforcing sitting!

2. Chairs are enemies of standing. What's wrong with standing? Standing is healthy yet effortless exercise. You exert way more energy to sit down since there is so much strain in you lower body when bending down to sit let alone maintaing one's proper posture while sitting down. Furthermore, if you accustom yourself with the improper posture, you even risk yourself to arthritis, scoliosis, and such. That's a double-win for standing.

3. Chairs require raw materials such as wood, plastic, cloth, or steel to make. Standing is ecologically friendly and economically reasonable. No "whatevers" were harmed while someone stands. Unless you count the ground harmed for being stepped on, or gravity having a hard time pulling someone down... As for sitting, anyone who sits on a chair is held responsible for any animal killed, tree chopped down, smoke-belching factory built, financially-challenged worker fired, ozone hole present, and economical decline throughout history since chairs existed.

4. Chairs ruin the human evolutionary trait of using one's feet and legs. According to Darwin's theory of use and disuse, the more you use a body part, the more it grows and vice versa. The use of our thumbs made it an exceptional asset which puts the entire animal kingdom to shame. As for sitting down, we neglect the use of our feet and legs, so the future of humankind might be legless slackers of our former selves. Standing uses the whole body fighting against the pull of gravity.

5. The chair prevents people from taking a stand! You really can't argue with this reason. It's true at some degree. Though it is completely irrelevant to the topic at hand, I found it uncannily fitting.

Well, is that enough information chumps? "Chair" this blessing of knowledge and pass it to anyone who can't stand sitting. Take a stand today! Chairs are only useful if you stand on them! Better still if you don't get a chair in the first place.

P.S. This blog post was made standing. Mostly 'coz there were no chairs around.
P.P.S. I'm lying on my P.S.
P.P.P.S. Beds are a different story...

Busy!

Sorry for the delay, me and my big mouth are experiencing some temporal difficulties. Yup, I don't have the time of day to tell you readers the time of day nor do I have the energy to type a provocatively amusing blog right now.

It just sucks when you're busy, doesn't it? You have all the time in the world dumped on to something that other people may consider completely worthless. I mean, I have a test later, and other people are like, "So what? Why are you telling me this? Good luck then, good thing I don't have a quiz." How fickle! Anyway, I'm just minding my own busyness...

Busy people tend to have serious and straight faces, with their heads in the clouds while staring at the ground; their minds focused on something while walking arrogantly like they were paid to enjoy it, or maybe that's just me. Whatever the case, even when I have nothing on my imaginary agenda, I still have the unpleasant habit of doing so.

Back to busyness. Hmmm... now that I think about it, everyone's busy to some point. I'm busy typing, you're busy reading, I'm busy thinking what other things I'm busy at, you're busy making sense of what I'm typing... I'm busy LIVING. That's the ticket!

We're all too busy living, too busy breathing, too busy being socially accepted, too busy making our own rules, too busy breaking bonds, too busy finding reasons, too busy thinking of explanations, too busy making fools out of ourselves, too busy making mountains out of molehills; simply put, we're too busy being human.

So let's celebrate NOW; the busyness we share, the time we waste, the things we consider important, and the lives we touch. But as much as possible, let's enjoy our busy days while they still remain busy. Seriously, I fear the day the world stops in a universal sigh and just gives up on itself.  Those are two references from my blog for that previous statement by the way.

Anyway, I still have to practice for Much Ado About Nothing. Allow me to complicate things. Life is just much ado about nothing. We are nothing. We do nothing. We learn nothing. Why? Because "nothing" is important. If you ask me, nothing is something for me. I'm that busy...

Oh yeah, I'm freakin' busy! Let me wrap this up by contradicting my previous notion; being busy rocks! Keep yourselves busy while you still can! Having a hectic schedule though is a totally different matter. I bid you readers adieu!

The Universal Sigh 2.

Finally! Me and my big mouth are back for more futile complaining and restless what-the-fuckery. Oh, the universal sigh...

After a couple of days not blogging, you decide to blog earlier this day about yesterday, but unfortunately can't, since Blogger was experiencing technical difficulties which hinders you from editing or making posts. Oh, the universal sigh...

The two short days of utter darkness, gloom, cold, and moisture have finally ended. It was fun while it lasted. Bittersweet. Oh, the universal sigh...

Anyway back to yesterday; you start the day analyzing the song "Across The Universe" by the Beatles for your literature class. You then wonder why you haven't completed their collection. Oh, the universal sigh...

You notice that you haven't mentioned taking a bath, brushing your teeth, or changing clothes before classes that day. Oh, the universal sigh...

After literature classes you come back to the dorm pressured since you haven't reviewed for a long test in psychology. Oh, the universal sigh...

You rush back to school, slipping on your way to the classroom due to the wet hallway with two guys asking if you're okay. How sweet of them to notice your slapstick slip-up... Oh, the universal sigh...

You then realize what you psych prof told you about teenagers experiencing the "imaginary audience" making them more conscious and more obvious of their mistakes. Suddenly, you realize, "Hey I really learned something" and decide to walk tall and proud on your way to your psych test. Oh, the universal sigh...

You tell your seat-mate you slipped earlier. He also asked if you were all right. "God, everyone really cares about me." How emo of you. Oh, the universal sigh...

The professor was sad that day since the long test was easy. Ironic that the students don't feel the same way... Hell yeah! Oh, the universal sigh...

You're done with your classes since you just remembered a free cut in your next class. So you have an engaging conversation with your elementary classmate who now happens to be the only person with you in that university from your grade school. Awww... She said she was gonna be a doctor back in our yearbook. As for you, a pilot. Now you're both in the school of management. Oh, the universal sigh...

You come back to your room having eaten lunch, and your roommate invites you to eat lunch with him. Oh, the universal sigh...

You plan to make your draft for literature to be passed on the next day with all the free time you have... and decide to ditch it for "Superhero Movie" which your roommate hasn't watched yet, despite the bitter fact that you already watched it. That's how epic it was. But still... Oh, the universal sigh...

You then make your draft for three painstakingly eye-numbing hours in front of the laptop screen keeping in mind of computer radiation bombarding your vulnerable mind 'til it slowly shrinks away to nothingness. I think too much... it might be the effects of computer radiation. Oh, the universal sigh...

After which you decide to play rockband, despite two more academic tasks at hand... which I managed to finish eventually. I really put the PRO in PROcrastination. Oh, the universal sigh...

While finishing said tasks, your roommate watches "Silent Hill" which really helps in keeping you awake. Thank Pyramid Head! Even if you only listened and didn't really watch since you have the fear of horror movies (Del Mundo, Luis Gabriel L. Me and My Big Mouth: Fictional Fear Factors. Blogger. http://meandmybigm0uth.blogspot.com/2011/05/fictional-fear-factors.html. 2011). Oh, the universal sigh...

Why do you even need to cite your own blog as a reference? Because in the academic world, everything that doesn't come from Wikipedia needs evidence. Oh, the universal sigh...

You just had a talk with your roommate about him and a friend passing away. Ehem... don't you mean passing by? Oh, the universal sigh...

You end the night at the start of the next day. Hopefully with more universal sighs ahead of you and your big mouth...

Life After Death

First of all, this is not a religious post nor a message of hope to those who have lost any loved ones. This is just me and my big mouth looking down on how pathetic we all are...

So what's the concept of life after death?

Not that there's heaven waiting for the good, poor in spirit, and those who deserve to live in the kingdom of God.

Not that we're gonna reincarnate into another person's body without recalling our past life to start anew.

Not that the original soul which came from the first humans is split into many parts which explains us not remembering who we were in our past body and that more and more people inhabit the world by the minute who most probably might exhibit the same personality or mindset (got this from "Before Sunrise" just in case you're wondering).

Not that our spirits will end up in limbo (the supposed "resting place" of our souls before heaven was promised).

Not that we'll forever wait in purgatory until God declares it's the end of mankind.

Not that our bodies we'll be infested by a virus that causes it to come back to life as a zombie.

Not that we'll be sent back to our body as some sort of miracle to live our life to the fullest once again.

None of the above, my faithful reader. My concept of life after death is that you don't know what you got until it's gone.

People actually appreciate, respect, and feel a person's presence more when they've passed. There's a sense that a person is more "alive" when he/she is dead than when he/she was still living. Now that's just sad... sadly true.

Must a person pass away to give way for better things?

Must a person perish for him/her to be cherished?

Must a person die for him/her to live in someone's heart and mind forever?

Must a person push daisies to get daisies back?

I can't miss you if you don't leave. More like, I can't miss you if you don't live... What if they can't live if you don't miss them?

Why do we even cry when someone dies if you loved them more than enough while they were still alive?

Why are we so selfish as to mourn or regret someone's death when they no longer have to suffer the dangers of the human world?

We can't do anything about it though. People die, people weep, people move on; and the vicious cycle is repeated. It's just human behavior. I mean, who wouldn't at least feel sorry for losing someone? I won't. Hmmm... I just contradicted myself. How human of me...

Straws Are For Suckers!

Me and my big mouth are going random with a new segment I'd like to call Ran-dumb Reviews; where some things are always more equal than others...

I'll start this segment with straws. Straws are for suckers! Well, besides that they're literally for people who suck (no offense), only lazy people who are afraid to get their hands wet and who rely on the concept of capillarity use straws.

Let me enumerate the reasons why straws suck:

1. Contrary to popular belief, straws actually make drinking harder. You have to inhale through your mouth to get the liquid inside. And if the straw isn't long enough, you have to either bend you neck low enough for the straw to make mouth contact or you have to use your hand to lift the glass for the straw to reach your mouth. Hmmm... wouldn't it be better to just grab the glass and drink from it. You're practically wasting more energy sucking in air while using your hand to lift or your neck to bend.

2. Straws are plastic. I think you know where I'm going at here... I'm not gonna go all environmentally-mental hippie on you but you know what I mean. Save the forest, ocean, ozone, dolphins, whales, and all endangered wildlife from possible harm by not involving yourself with the non-biodegradable system, starting with straws.

3. Straws are possible nesting grounds for some insects such as cockroaches. There has been a report back then that a woman using a straw to drink her iced tea said that it tasted bitter. It turns out that there were freakin' roach eggs in the straw. This is a reminder to all you suckers (again, no offense) to always look in your straws before using them.

4. If the liquid had to go through the container which may already have traces of bacteria, what more if the liquid goes through the straw... repeatedly?!

5. A drink has ice for example. If you use the straw, you'd be drinking all the uncooled liquid at the bottom. Unlike if you drink with your mouth, you'd be sipping all the iced stuff on top.

6. Straws are for suckers who don't wanna get their mouth wet. Drinking a cold, thirst-quenching drink with your lips moistened up is the most refreshing experience! Plus, when drinking hot drinks, you have more control over the heat if you use your mouth, unlike a straw which sends the hot drink straight to your tongue!

7. I'm saying this again, straws suck in all aspects!

There you have it, me and my big mouth have spoken. Straws suck! They always have and they always will. But if you talk about bendy straws, that's another story...

Tech Trippin'

Me and my big mouth are here again to expose the dark side of everything (I just noticed that now). Then some random guy says, "Takes one to know one." Okay, dude... now that's dark...

Back to the topic at hand, TECH TRIPPIN'! Why would me and my big mouth be trippin' on technology? It has taken over our lives. It's everywhere. We may not know where it came from, how it's made, why it's there, or what it's for, but we use it like it's nobody's business.

I agree with embracing the 21st century.

I agree with using applied human knowledge to its full potential.

I agree with dominating the food chain, the world, and even the universe, if we're that cocky.

I agree with being civilized, practical, and looking smart by using these doo-hickies, thing-em-a-bobs, thing-em-a-jigs, and what-you-ma-call-its these days.

But seriously, when it becomes your need and you lose all track of common sense, instinct, reasoning, and logic, you make all the other animals look like a supercomputer.

We use computers, music players, cellphones and such every day. I can't really blame our dependence on these things on us. It's the environment society created which I suspect to be the cause. Society fashioned a world where everybody must be "in" and where anything rooted in money must be of top priority. In a world where skyscrapers, tenement blocks, subdivisions, factories, city halls, hotels, and malls rule, people tend to lose connection with others, have less time for themselves, and focus more on getting their priorities straight. Thus, they rely on said devices to get around the hustle and bustle of the modern world.

Now we get the picture, let's apply:

People in social networking sites especially facebook treat it like a second life. They make friends, like, comment, share, suggest, become fans, promote products, write notes, schedule meetings, remember birthdays (even if you hardly know a person), and other stuff a person is either too shy, too busy, too physically incapable, too afraid, too lazy, or too stupid to do in real life.

Take it easy, it's just a website for keeping in touch, easy communication, and friendship. Don't take what you see, do, and get personally. If someone liked your comment, it's either because of bias due to love, support as a friend, or they're simply saying "I agree." If someone blocked you, either you're a total stranger stalking they're every post, or you just get on their nerves in social networking. You don't have to immediately conclude that someone hates your freakin' existence if they blocked you. So what if you can't see them in FB? It's better to do it in real life anyway. Text is misleading. Emoticons are misleading. Online mannerisms are misleading. The net is misleading.

It's the age of technology. Everything is practically rooted in it. The reason why it's become part of the human lifestyle is because our current definition of survival is doing things faster, easier, and better. This evolutionary trait is passed on for the "survival" of the next generation and so on.

We're just having these problems of confusing: reality with the digital world, need with technology, and survival with efficiency, because human and technology are having a hard time getting along. Soon, harmony will be achieved and cyborg-humanoids will roam the world with minds that think inside the box, hearts that beat as one and love safely and accordingly, blood that flows through wire-like veins pulsating with electrical currents to our main power supply of a soul, and skin reinforced by metal to protect them from the heat of the aged sun, diseases of the polluted ecosystem, and the punches thrown by the last remaining humans who still struggle to dominate what they've made which they now consider an accident to mankind.

Hmmm... I just enjoy making highly unlikely but possible scenarios. Take this message to your hard drives, keep it in memory, back it up when your system ages, and reformat when all hope is lost (you do know that I'm talking about you and not your computers). I guess it'll make more sense in the future...

Let's look at the bright side. All is full of love... Hey, if robots were made by humans, they probably have the capacity to love if such a balance was attained. Such is proven by this beautiful music video... until you realize that the video is going backwards and that the two robots are separated from each other and deactivated for actually "loving." Tragic... just tragic.

Fictional Fear Factors

This is me and my big mouth's first post done mobile (on an iPad). So to celebrate, I'll be opening myself up a bit for you readers and ignorers to have a hint on who you're dealing with.

I'll start with my fears. And the unreasonable back-stories that go with them.

First of all, I'm afraid of freakin' pyramids!

Why? Pyramids are the gateway between our world and the next, the knowledge to build 'em are way beyond their time, and I hate the way they mock me with their triangular perfection.

I have a hunch you were guessing my reasons were mummies... That isn't the case however. I just think of them as zombies who are too afraid to show their undead bodies...

This next one's specific... I fear the part of the end credits of most movies where they say, "In memory of..." It just chills me to the bone when the credit music stops and those words appear in white against a dark background... I have that feeling that someone is watching me and that I should show respect.

Coming up is the common fear of heights (PUNNED). Besides the typical reason of being afraid to fall down... I keep thinking that the fear of the fall would kill me way before the impact. Funny how the human mind works. You're aware that you fear the fear of your fear and yet you still remain afraid...

I admit that I'm not a thrill-seeker and that I am easily amused or satisfied with what I have to not look for anything else (Buddhist much?). So I guess you might include horror movies, roller coasters, and all the other stuff daring people who have less amounts of endorphin would do.

Hmmm... there's also my issues with blood. That's why it's inside the freakin' body. I know that blood is life and all... so am I indirectly implying that I fear life? Yes, I do, I really do. Living every day just means one thing, you're gonna die any time; whether you like it or not, death will always come and will have the last laugh.

There's that saying though, "Live your life to the fullest." I really can't argue with that. But the more I live it to the fullest, the more I fear of letting it go; letting it all go to waste. But only one thought comforts me on that notion, "No one ever really dies."

Taken from the band, N.E.R.D, it has always been my defining concept. We never die and disappear from existence, instead we live on but in a different form. Our body releases its hull but the energy inside never dies (This is not a Black Eyed Peas reference). What a comforting thought...

Back to my fears; my mom used to tell me that if I swallowed a watermelon seed (or any seed, for that matter), it would grow inside my stomach. You know how deductive I can be, right? I then concluded that the seed would continue to grow as a plant until my body would explode.

Then there's policemen... I was usually misbehaving back then. My mom would tell me policemen are these soulless law-enforcers who take away naughty children and either hit them with their batons or make them deaf with their supersonic radios. Those were the freakin' days...

There's the fear of insects and all those creepy crappy crawlies. Besides their alien appearance, and irritating buzzing, it's the sound of their crunchy bodies being crushed which drives me insane... especially cockroaches who can live for two weeks without a head, survive nuclear warfare, but are practically left for dead when on their backs.

Nothing to fear but fear itself, right? In this case, nothing to fear but the fear of pyramids, after-show memorials, heights, horror movies, roller coasters, blood, life, seeds, policemen, and insects. But that didn't stop me from living my life filled with all these specific hindrances. Me and my big mouth leave you with this saying. "May you make fear a better obstacle for it to make you a better person."