Song Cover

I covered Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer. It's not that good but I felt like sharing ^_^

There ya go:

http://soundcloud.com/miame/kiss-me-cover

A Piece Of Yourself

I was having a conversation with a friend yesterday and he was discussing a certain problem he had with his girlfriend. The problem wasn't a big deal at all, he even said so. However, I felt that its concept should be shared.

So, think about a person you really genuinely care about and love. Now, imagine that person is one of those silly people whose conversations only revolve around what they did, where they went, some small talk, what others did, AND THAT'S IT. But it's okay. You love them anyway and since you do, you try to open bigger and much more important subjects, but they don't respond well to that. You aslo talk about real things that you like, things that annoy you, things you experience and feel, and things that are SOLID. But, they don't get it... AT ALL.

While you try to convey and discuss those things, your unconscious intention is basically just to share a piece of who you are; your natural flow. They don't take it that way. I'll give an example so that what I'm talking about would be clearer.

Let's say you have family issues that greatly annoy you and since you have that other person you share what annoys you with them. What you're doing here is being yourself and letting out what you're angry about in order to feel better. The other person takes this "silly" info in and doesn't really comment on it. They never share anything REAL about themselves. You know it. After a while, you and this other person that you "love" have a fight and what they bring out is that "Oh, well yea! you're angry because of all your family issues. Don't let that out on me. Your family is shit and that's why you're that way."

wow......

Was that expected? Did I share my personal things with you so you'd use them AGAINST me? That's horrible.

We actually genuinely share pieces and bits of ourselves not expecting that significant other to do the same, but we'd like it if they did; it's our nature. However, all they do is actually store that information as if it's some kind of weapon to use when a fight stirrs up. What's wrong here is the difference in INTENTIONS. All we wanted is someone to listen and actually care, someone who gets out of the box they're in, looks inside at himself/herself and SEES things; someone real.

Your intents and thoughts oppose theirs. You had NO INTENTS AND THOUGHTS you just feel comfortable with those people and they don't actually see that. Is it a fault? Do you think they're the right people to keep? I don't.

"The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention but the fulfilment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall." -Helen Garner

A little Song to Share

I've had this song on replay for a while now, I love the lyrics! It's also the soundtrack of one of my favorite movies!!! INTO THE WILD

P.S: Eddie Vedder :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lm8oxC24QZc

It's a mystery to me  
We have a greed with which we have agreed  
You think you have to want more than you need  
Until you have it all you won't be free
Society, you're a crazy breed  
I hope you're not lonely without me
When you want more than you have 
You think you need  
And when you think more than you want  
Your thoughts begin to bleed
I think I need to find a bigger place 
'Cause when you have more than you think  
You need more space
Society, you're a crazy breed  
I hope you're not lonely without me  
Society, crazy and deep 
I hope you're not lonely without me
There's those thinking more or less, less is more  
But if less is more how you're keeping score?  
Means for every point you make your level drops  
Kinda like it's starting from the top, you can't do that
Society, you're a crazy breed 
I hope you're not lonely without me  
Society, crazy and deep  
I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, have mercy on me 
I hope you're not angry if I disagree  
Society, crazy and deep  
I hope you're not lonely without me

The Universe Of The Mi

Everything you see exists. Everything you see doesn't exist. Everything you see might not exist. Everything you see might exist. Statements of 'might' and might-not all lead me to the universe of the Mi where rainbows are a state of mind and clowns are dead because they creep me out.

Getting access to the universe of the mi requires you to own the extravagance of not owning anything. Not owning anything could be accomplished by one's finding himself/herself by losing and getting lost. Once you've lost all the crap your mind has been infested with, once you've just gotten rid of every single thing that was created for you to follow and understand, and once you've just reached the middle of nowhere with an empty mind away from everything that didn't exist but has been made to exist, you may proceed.

It's empty.

Choose your choosings. Choosings, ha. If you started to look for choosings to choose from, then I'm sorry go try to own not owning anything again and return. However, if you've reached the serenity of the universe of the Mi you're now aware that you aren't entitled to be limited between choices or actually pick things.
Move along. We provide cupcakes for all tastes. For more information contact the curtain eve bunny. Crocodiles aren't actually green. I love Tesla. Wooot.

-Mi

It's Stalking You!

Last month, Quinn Norton was in the country and I had the chance to meet her and chat a bit. She had this workshop which really opened my eyes to many things on the web that I had noooo idea were there. I'm going to take Facebook as an example and show you people what you did not know it has. Not to mention the fact that any random person on there can stalk you down. IT is stalking you. LITERALLY.

First:

Click Here

Then:

Scroll down and start reading the table. DID YOU KNOW ALL OF THAT?

Let's copy some of what caught my attention here... hmm..


CONNECTIONS:
The people who have liked your Page or Place, RSVPed to your event, installed your app or checked in to your advertised place within 24 hours of viewing or clicking on an ad or Sponsored Story.

IP ADDRESSES:
A list of addresses where you’ve logged into your Facebook account (won’t include all IP addresses as they are deleted according to a retention schedule). 

LINKED ACCOUNTS:
A list of the accounts you've linked to your Facebook account.

PHONE NUMBERS:
Mobile phone numbers you’ve added to your account, including verified mobile numbers you've added for security purposes.

SEARCHES:
Searches you’ve made on Facebook.

TAG SUGGESTIONS:
A unique number based on a comparison of the photos you're tagged in. We use this template to help your friends tag you in the photos they upload. IT RECOGNIZES YOUR FACE! See how

Creepy much?
You might not find it so, but think about it! Any government can dig out your information in case they needed to. You're making it easier for them. There's a lot more to what I mentioned. This is just the tip of the ice-berg.


 -Mi

Hi! So, this is my first Arabic thing to ever write... EVER!

 أبالي

أنت يا من يخاف المجتمع الأنيق هذا

أنا ونفسي هنا و قواعدك الزائفة

لا أبالي

أنت يا من أقلقته وأشغلته أشغالي

يا من لسعته النميمة وأدمن

لا أبالي

أنت يا من جرد أسرتي وئام العيش

أعماك طمع الأوراق

لا أبالي

أنت يا من نظر إلي من فوق أنفه

اكتسب الرضا بالنفس

لا أبالي

أنت يا من كسرتني

كسرتني

وجداني، ذاكرتي، هويتي، وبعدها ضميري

وبعدها ذاتي

وبعدها نفسي

وكذلك بعدها روحي

ها جسدي أحرقه لا أبالي ... أما روحي فدينٌ عليك

Ludwig The Retard

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Once upon a time there existed a yellow rubber bath-tub duck named Ludwig. Ludwig was different from other yellow rubber bath-tub ducks. Ludwig quacked instead of squeaking when being squeezed. Every time Ludwig quacked the other ducks would laugh at him.

One day, he was walking down the street. He quacked his way through. He would quack everywhere. While he watches a movie, while he eats cereal, while he takes a crap, and while he gives birth. He was always on a roll.

Another day, he was walking down the street. It was dark. Ludwig knew he should never go out alone during the night-time because he might get raped. Suddenly, he spotted a bright rainbow next to a quiet cliff towards which he ran. There was a pot of pop-corn at the end of the rainbow. Little did poor Ludwig know, the evil elves at the end of the rainbow had set up the pop-corn pot as a trap. After Ludwig was done noming a cage fell upon his head and he had to go through the eleven dance struggle.

THEN, the device arrives! The parameter of the device produces the curtain after the roundabout science. The evil elves turned it on and a huge computer screen spawned on which they calculated Ludwig's mass inside a comic timetable that reflects the celebrated grass.

They killed Ludwig and clipped powder speculates on top of his delicious worth in order to eliminate retarded yellow rubber bath-tub ducks that quack instead of squeak from the world.

THE END

The Road Not Taken

This is a poem by Robert Frost which I really like.
Enjoy.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;	5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,	10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.	15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.	20