Aliens

    We, no matter what the case, are all aliens to one another. Wether our race, gender, size, height, nationality, religion or even just the way we go through our life makes us aliens in our own special way.
    To a person of a darker skin colour, the paler ones are aliens and ‘different’ in their opinions in their minds. Although some might not say that aloud, that they are much different from them, some may think them. In a sense, this is how segregation and racism came to be, and, yet, we still cannot let it be.
    Back to my point of aliens, if we were to study ourselves and compare ourselves to others, we’d see how different everyone else is. Now, if there were a certain person who came upon the earth that was said to be an actual ‘alien’, then we’d have to accuse ourselves first. The reasoning behind that is because of our alien-likeness to someone who doesn’t necessarily do or is the same type of person. Yes, there are twins and people who look alike and act alike, but they aren’t identical. To find something else, when and if an alien walked upon the earth, how would you be able to tell?
    Let’s say an alien came to Earth. It was a ‘he’, for example. If that specific ‘he’ lived among us humans, looked like us humans, sounded like us humans and basically was identical in every way, shape and form, we wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between us and him. We’d assume that they are us and that nothing of any sort what spot ourselves different. We would welcome him and treat him with as much kindness as he would offer to us, like any other person. The problem is that since we don’t know this alien’s past or if he had any parents, grandparents or even siblings. It would be an odd thing to someday find out that the ‘person’ you had trusted suddenly tells you that he is, in fact, an alien.
    In some cases, aliens can actually come in more than just humans with other humans. To a cat, a dog could be known as the stereotypical predator. So, the cat would most-likely hiss at the dog. To a human, a cat could be known as a different type of being. Thus, the cat would be the alien.
    Electric Technology would also be an alien. Or, better yet, it used to be an alien. We didn’t know what that technology was or even that there was such a thing as electricity until Benjamin Franklin came along and showed us. Edison then added on to that and made up a lightbulb and then we found Electric Technology. Now, we can do many things and Electric Technology isn’t such a threat or an alien, but more like an acquaintance or a friend.
    To put this all simply, even though we cannot find or communicate with the outer space aliens, if there are any, or find/go to any of their planets and discover things, we do know that there are aliens living among us. Animals, strangers, plants and even the technology, including Electric Technology, that we haven’t yet sorted everything out with. Although we do know most everything about animals and plants and strangers easily can become friends, we still don’t know everything about everything. We are still in the dark.
    People that you meet could be as open as the next, but hold a secret to their heart that they won’t ever talk about or think about. Animals are the most confusing, but still the most care-free, nonchalant, creatures you’ll ever know about, but no one will ever know exactly what they’re thinking at every exact moment. Which is the same with people. We don’t exactly say every single thing that comes to mind unless it’s forced by a disease. Although I don’t know of any disease that could do that, but it is possible.
    Basically, what ever our differences are and what ever we keep and do in secret, we are all, indefinitely, aliens.

Absentee And the AUI

In the slightest bit of time, I have been absent and I have also somehow gotten 40 page views this April which tells me I need to write no matter the case. So.
This is going to be a rant on the Australian Invasion (AUI) that's been happening since February 20th, 2012 when the song 'Somebody That I Used To Know' by Gotye came out. I, personally, hated that song. But, it turns out that us Americans are really late on this song considering they made a music video for it July 5th of last year (2011). Here is the video for all you fans out there who may read this...

Somebody That I Used To Know:

They make strange faces while singing...
Anyway, secondly, on February 14th, 2012, a while before Gotye became viral in the US, a YouTuber named 'FrigginBoom', which I do like watching on the YTube, joined YouTube and is, as I think, from Adelaide, Australia.
Here's his channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/frigginboom?feature=results_main
This I knew about because of one of my other favourite YouTubers called 'Wheezy Waiter' had done a video that can be followed through this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giLv9Jd4xYs&feature=relmfu
But, back to the AUI. There has also been a Febreze commercial, which has been shown on USA Network, has an Australian doing the Febreze challenge. I cannot pull it up because I don't know how to search for the commercial. There was also another commercial about moving with this Australian company.
For the last commercial, I know there's the Dish Network 'The Hopper' commercial, which I have:

The only reason this one is part of the AUI is because they use a kangaroo. That's all...
Now, being me, I assume things, and in this case, you might think I am just assuming these things that could possibly be happening. You could also say I'm just guessing, but I do believe that this could be a real invasion.

Step 1:  Use Dish Network, Febreze and some moving company's commercials.
Step 2:  Put Australians in talk shows as hosts or guests. (In that, I'm talking about Channel One, a show/news segment that my old school watches every morning before school. His name is Josh Zepps. He sounds like this:

And looks like this:

(A very bad picture, might I add...))
Step 3:  Make Australian bands like Gotye famous with songs like 'Somebody That I Used To Know' so that people like them.
Step 4:  Proceed to have Australians in movies or movies based in Australia.
Step 5:  Begin to slowly move out spies from the AUI to know every inch of the world to invade more properly.
Step 6:  Have people being to like Australians and make them want to go or visit those people for a higher fame count.

Now, this all probably won't happen, but I'm telling you what I'm thinking in my mind...it's better than nothing. (Sorry for slamming all Australians, I actually do like your country. National anthem...eh, that could be better, but ours isn't any better anyway.)

Arrivederci! (Italian for goodbye)
New post, maybe, next week.

And for the remainder of the time I've got you here, here's a video I made for when I went to Camp Lincoln with my class and the only person you hear talking is my friend Annie who wasn't in the est mood that day...

Posting Schedule. Wednesdays

If you hadn't noticed, I haven't put up a post in a month and that is because March was my month off for this, though, I hadn't really told you about it either. But anyway, I'm extraordinarily sorry for those of you who loved my posts and I didn't post more. I do, now, have a schedule (as the title says) for when I'll post them up and the subjects will change based on whatever. I really just blog about a situation or problem I find from thinking a lot. So, one day from now, you'll be seeing a new post. Wednesdays are going to be the day and if I fail to put one up one week, or on the day, it'll be because I'm busy or on vacation in another place. Possibly riding a horse off into the distance, except that'll never happen, sadly.
Anyway, the date for this one will be tomorrow, actually (April 25). I forgot today was Tuesday. If its already April 25, then, you're ahead of the East Coast time zone. Good job! About my other blog, I'll be putting something up, I hope, later on.
I'll also be putting this type of blog on Tuesdays. It may be short, but it'll be like an update. I may put up posts, on my other blog, on Fridays or Saturdays. Tomorrow I'll tell you which when I post up for this blog.

So, now you know.

Monday - Nothing (yet.)
Tuesday - Update.
Wednesday - Blog post. (Things to Talk About)
Thursday - Nothing.
Friday - (Maybe a blog post day for Stories to Read)
Saturday - (Maybe a blog post day for Stories to Read)
Sunday - Nothing.

Alright. I'll see you tomorrow. At least whoever will check this blog tomorrow. Again, very sorry for not putting something up. And if I lost some readers, it'd be sad. Bye.

We are all idiots

It's a true statement. The one thing that makes us more idiotic than most is when we under-think things. Now a couple whiles back I had talked about over thinking. Now it's time for under thinking.
For instance, if you've ever seen something one minute and not the next, you'd be thinking you've gone entirely mental. Correct? So, you shove the thought away and think of something else completely. Take this story for example:

Danny went to the antiques store so that he could get a certain item. He found no one near the desk, so, to keep himself occupied, he went to go see other items on sale. He didn't necessarily know exactly what he wanted to buy, but just that he wanted to look around the area. Throughout the antique store were old newspapers, books, vinyl records and some locks and keys. He was intrigued. For one, the newspapers showed certain events. One was dated back to the 1860 which got him surprised. Another dated Kennedy's death. He kept looking, his eyes licking the surface of each sheer sheet or item that had been placed in front of him. He turned to look through another short aisle, but was shocked to see another person down on the other side.
It was a woman. She had been dressed in nightgown black, making her look widow. The seams where coursed in several harsh directions. Cautiously, Danny grew closer to her while asking if she knew where the store manager or keeper was. She hadn't given an answer by the time she had walked around the end corner to the one he had been at.
The one strange thing Danny pointed put in her was that she had silk clothing, which was ordinary, but that it was sort of light for the type of weather.
Outside was a cold, brisk wind and inside, Danny thought, was a nice, warm institute of heat. Although, it could have been like Danny was doing. He came in to get away from the cold of the outside, and, or course, to buy something. He hesitantly came around the corner, hoping not to scare her again, but was even more be founded to see no one there. Not a single shadow of a person leaving or a record moved off the shelf. He blinked several times, thinking that it might have been a sort of mind trick.
He quickly walked down the aisle, around to the next and back when the store manager came.
"Can I help you?" was really all she had said and until then, when Danny walked over to her, he hadn't even tried to think of the mysterious woman. Thinking only that he wasn't real and was just too desperate to find the manager that he just made up the story.

Now, if anyone were to think that they have had this situation, I wouldn't blame you for trying to forget about it. But, hardly anyone will ever really say they want to know more about what they saw. And even more so, hardly anyone would want to think about it for another second. We are responsible for the sudden deaths of other, and though it may not seem so, or it maybe it does and you could be grieving over it, you never really know when your mind is playing a trick or not. Until we die, we will never be quite so sure that ghosts are to exist or not. Are we?
So, my challenge for you is to keep an open mind. I sound a whole lot like a mentor right now, but yes. Keep an open mind. Honestly, I'd love to know more about ghosts and strange experiences, but no one will really tell me theirs, and if they do it nor ally sounds like they're making it up as they go along, but I think and all of how it could've happened.
Anyway, we are all specifically idiots. We need to think about what other human being could do to you. One of my stories had to do with these creatures who looked like ghosts on Earth, but in their lives they were really just any other creature. But that was just my imagination going to the next level.
So, keep an open mind. Stop trying to push away strange experiences and just hollow out what you think could be correct. Don't over think things and hopefully all goes well.

Sorry I didn't post this two days ago. It may be nice to have these posts on Fridays instead. So. When Tuesday comes, it'll be a notification and when Friday comes, it'll be the real post. There you go. And if you want me to do some sort of theme next week, email me at: gigglemuch@gmail.com

A Questionable Freedom

One day I had thought of freedom and began to search through Google to find pictures of what people thought of freedom. I found a many sort that I adored, myself.

Here's one –

This one, I believe is strange, but a very interesting one. I look at it and what I see is more than just a chained person letting go of a butterfly. Actually, this is what I see. A little girl is chained at the wrists and though she believes some day she could be freed, she lets go of her one and comforting friend. A butterfly. Though the butterfly isn't really with her, it's a sort of hope. The butterfly is her freedom and as she continuously reaches for that butterfly, her hands hardly reaching, she realizes more that her freedom is in her reach. All she has to do is grab it.

This next one is simple, but great in a way.

If you can see the chains that are also in this one, though I've now noticed that the two chained ones are together, it looks to seem like a man just broke free from jail. I somehow see it as a man that was inadvertently put it jail for a crime and now, being freed from there, is as happy as a lamb. If you look closer to the background scene, you can also see a shadow of a person. Another way to look at this photograph is of a man that has died and has not only broken the chains from being through life and having the struggles that come with life, can now be happy in his afterlife.

This picture I love for the sake that it looks as though the picture was taken through a cathedral window and the person jumping has finally reached their wanted area. The sunset in the background make the up the simple silhouette for freedom symbol. It's a nice picture. 

It also reminds me of Africa in a way....

The picture above was made by a man screen named 'celsojunior' in Brazil on a website called deviantArt.  Here would be a link to show more of his work: http://celsojunior.deviantart.com/

But, either the course, he had made this picture and if you see from the left over, it looks like a traveler, then a man who, for some reason, has a hand up, and after is a hand who looks like a fan of a team that just won a game. Thenafter, shows another persona that looks like he wants to embrace the sunlight. Over past the tree shows a lonely looking boy who wants to be glad, but might not know what to be glad about. Then there's the father with the probably either three-day-old or newborn raising him up.

All in all, the top part with a lively tree is the freedom of the picture, while the bottom half is the captivity, liability and restrictions of life. That is why the bottom half has a withering tree there.

This picture scares me, even though it does make sense.

For the first statement, 'War is Peace', if there is war, the need for the war is always for peace for one of the sides. One side always is defending to either keep the standards on that of what's going on or to change it, but only slightly, and the other side always is being offensive to what ever their cause is and is always against what's happening. If neither sides where at an issue, then war would be no more. Although, the reason for war is because of everyone and their differences on what they'd like and what pleases them. In doing so, since it hardly seems possible for the places at war to ever succeed in what they'd like, considering of their differences, then wars will continuously go on. No place will be at peace when whatever the war is goes on.

The second statement says 'Freedom is Slavery'. It can bring up a strange controversy. Even though someone is free from one thing, they are still enslaved by another. For one, let's say someone decides on having a pet chihuahua, and they have to render on the responsibilities alongside themselves. Now, their slavery was the agony of want for this chihuahua, but now they are free of it. Their next new slavery is to bring a peaceful, nice, happy life for the dog. If and when you are free, you still bear some kind of slavery. No matter the case, life will always hand you a new slavery of a sort, wether it be in a school through work, in a business through work, or just at home working. That, give or take whenever the work should stop, is practically what our lives are made up of and enclosing with slavery. Deducing that we are all slaves. Wether it's taking up orders from someone else, or taking up your own orders (call it, self-discipline), you're still a slave of another's law. *Do remember that*

Lastly, 'Ignorance is Strength'. If your neighbor was to one day be ignorant and blame you for cutting down two trees on 'his' side, but it in a sense was on your side, you would have to be strong for it. That, however, is not what I think it's trying to tell. Ignorance is a horrid thing to have when confronting someone of doing something. If there is no ignorance, and you know what you're saying is fact, then you have more strength in doing so. Then, how in any way can ignorance become strength? Well, more people believe of their concerns and use them by twisting them in some way, shape or form so that they can defend themselves and destroy another, making them be the one of strength. When in a sense, they are actually the ones who are weak. Deciding on this, of course, would be to find out if what you say is of a true power. If not, you can still have strength, wether or not the offense is coming at you.

This entire picture is telling you about two different sides and how both sides have to face the same things. It's quite possible that you think any of these statements are true or that you think they make none of any sense, but remember of any actions where you were either at war (no matter if it was a big or small war), a slave (doing a task for another somewhat without free-will of your own kind), or simply ignorant on your own.

Now, the question that still pertains is how can freedom be a 'questionable' thing? Freedom, no  matter the cost, can always have a slavery. If you assume freeing yourself from a life of peril means doing things in certain quantities, then you might assume that that life of peril has not only just begun, it's been reborn. Freedom is a very flimsy thing however heavily or loosely you use it in a sentence. No matter what the freedom is, the most of it that matters is how to get this freedom of yours and/or what might possibly be your slavery that you could free yourself of, but only to be chained in a cell and locked up for until you figure how to escape. Then the cycle continues.


For the next post, I will post more 'Freedom' pictures. However, this post will be on top and the other, underneath.

-Bye!

More Freedom Pictures

This is a very nice picture of Freedom like the other silhouettes-freedom-pictures.

The bird being freed from here is utterly fantastic. I like it how the cage seems to be flying away as did the bird.

This is another CelsoJunior picture. If you hadn't noticed...

Freedom of: Speech, Thought, Religion, Expression, Assembly, Change, and the last one I cannot read.

This is a nice, religious picture. One that I do truly love.

This is a sad, and terrible one about the Iragi people being freed...

This is a very nice one about actually being able to feel freedom.

Fashion is a Contagious Disease

I have been thinking of this post for months and now I am finally posting again. Be in mind that most of my time was exerted on school (homework; extra-help; the casualties) and the holidays. And some skiing now and then.


This post, however it may result in perpetual argument on wether fashion is good or not to follow, is my take on the trend styles of life. It practically puts us under a truck of social integrity. The only fact of the matter is is that many try to follow these high and new trends without stopping and looking around at the people they are with. For an example, the one I love to use the most, the iPhones. This being wether it is an iPhone 4S or just and iPhone 4, but talking specifically of them.


I should also have you put in mind that I, myself, had once wanted one of these special touch screen, newest of fashion designed phones, but in my case, I wanted the iPod Touch. That I did get, taking a far too careful care of it, then loosing it either at school or in my home.


But, back to the matter being, iPhones had been invented for the sake of people who, apparently, could not type with a full, real keyboard. The only downside is that to type with or play with the iPhone, especially on a chair lift, which I have been on recently, you would have take your gloves off. It can get annoying at times and that is one reason why I'd vote to have a PomPilot in some cases.


Anyway, iPhones have become an addictive drug to many that you see in restaurants or train stations. To some, it's a 'new experience' to take into granted. I have asked for an iPhone for my birthday, admitting the truth, but now even I, the one who could have most of it all if asked for, mainly because what I ask for are normally two to five dollar items, have regretted on it.


The Apple stores have made their own trend of 'touch screens' and maybe it's because it's retro and new and very futuristic, but I can now not see the point of an iPhone. Wether or not you can to talk to it, it still interviens you with the topic of the month.


Take this situation for an example of why I, necessarily, do not like iPhones:

Brody was coming back from a football game. It was twelve to ten and the Home team had won. He was too excited and glad to tell his friends that his team hadn't lost, that he had paid no attention to the deer in the road. He was typing, texting, to his almost wed fiance when the deer had been crossing. Deers were very common, being that it was higher up in the mountains than where you'd expect. He swerved past the deer, saving its life, but risking his own.

His car smashed into the opposing side of the long, lonely road and a pine tree branch pierced the already shattered glass. He slowly and steadily reached for the iPhone and pressed the middle button at the bottom, pushing it in hard enough to have the Siri come up.

In a groggy, rusted voice, as if his throat was parched, he asked the lovely fellow robot. "Call 911." Though that was what he  intended on saying it  came out as a jumble of mismatched words that, to the polite robot, made no sense. Replying with an apology the robot began to want to hear what he had to say again.

The result was the same, a fumbling, dragging slur of words to try to make out a sentence. Siri had replied the same. He had constantly tried again and again, until darkness filled his broken and aching bones.

To the delight of Brody's contempt, the ambulance, sent by a passing by-er, had come in time to save his hopeful life. Injuries and more had occurred, but nothing was fatal to any extent.

Though, when the ambulance had come to see Brody in the car, and Siri the iPhone helper, on, the two Paramedics laughed it off later with themselves, but bringing up a serious talk that followed.

Brody had lived, Siri had begun to understand his words, and all was well.

Now, as you should know by now, this story was made purely off of fiction, my imagination, and ideas. So, don't go around saying Apple kills people. That isn't right or just. That is cruelty through power of words and your said 'proof'.

With that,  I rest my case on iPhones. Now off to another trend; one that includes, yet again, both genders, is moccasins. Moccasins have annoyed me, mainly because they are an on-going trend that I despise. Again, like I have said previously, this is only my take on fashions. Protest if you like, but I like to show my opinion.


Moccasins are diseases. An indefinite disease. It engolfs you into a world were the comfy slippers make you look like you came out of your bed, got dressed and came into your work, school or administrations office with your slippers on. This disease spreads quickly. The only ones immune have either figured out what's happening, or could not have any less of them or the coolest fashion. If you haven't already figured it out, I am one of the immune, not destroyed by the disease.


Although, years and years earlier, I was, too knocked down by the disease of fashions. I wore fake converse shoes for the comfort, too, and have grown out of many pairs. This year being the one time I actually have the real 'All-Star' converse.


I now go by rules of my own. That being:


1. Always, no matter the cost, be your true self


2. Be the Unique individual that even I know you can be


Don't wait around for the next killing trend of the day/month/year/century. It will penalize you to a point where even you won't know what to do next. Especially when you get news late, or never at all.

Basically, don't fall into the disease. The disease that will run you over like a car over roadkill. You are the roadkill who died for the trend and not for the faith or for another individual. 

Die for love; not for trend.

That's it. I have more ideas and I might post Thursday or through the weekend. This all depends on when I'll have the time. Until then, bye!

-Amber

(Plus, a very catchy and still uplifting song....

In a sense....                                   Anyway, see you later!)