a poem

You’re so shallow you get blown away by the lightest of breezes.

You’re so deep you’re in a hole that not even light can get out of.

DISCLAIMER: I wasn’t talking about you. Or you. Or you. Or you over there, not you either.

 


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I am not so conceited and full of myself that I consider myself a master writer or even plain competent blogger. But I do have a certain way of writing down words which I found pleasing to myself and I do not wish to lose this way of writing, not because this way of writing is what I make my money and/or living off of but because I wish to continue to be able to express my thoughts and feelings. Of which writing is one of my several, at least so far. Continue reading “space”

pleasing

Yesterday:
Y’know how when you try to please everyone you keep making mistake after mistake after mistake and again? That’s what I’m doing right now. That’s what’s happening right now.

It sucks.

But whatever. I’ll figure it out eventually.


This morning:
I have an image of you in my mind, and that’s what I’m currently in love with.

Because more and more I find myself too scared of the real you, to get to know who you really are…

It is a stupid, baseless fear.

love/hate advertising.

I have an interesting relationship with advertising. I think. The industry has chewed me up and spit me out. Yet I still appreciate its creativity and playfulness. I didn’t think much of advertising before I entered college. I chose Communications…

I have an interesting relationship with advertising. I think.

The industry has chewed me up and spit me out.

Yet I still appreciate its creativity and playfulness.

I didn’t think much of advertising before I entered college.

I chose Communications Sciences as my major because of a psychological profile test I took at high school that says the course would fit my personality better or something.

There were three sub-majors in Communications: Journalism, Public Relations, and Advertising. I never set out to choose advertising. The first few subjects I signed up at my 2nd semester, which I signed up with suggestions from my guidance councelor in a desperate attempt to salvage my 0.4 GPA to avoid getting dropped out, kind of decided it.

I was not much interested in advertising before college. And after trying it out for a while, the industry kept rejecting me. I’m totally cool with that.
I still appreciate the art, though…

An advertising geek is not an advertising practicioner. I claim to be neither.

Every Rose Has Its Thorns (excerpt) #random

‘Cuz ev’ry rose has its thorns…Just like ev’ry night has its dawn…Just like ev’ry cowboy sings his sad, sad song..Yea ev’ry rose has its thorns…

'Cuz ev'ry rose has its thorns…

Just like ev'ry night has its dawn…
Just like ev'ry cowboy sings his sad, sad song..
Yea ev'ry rose has its thorns…

Discipline (attempted)

I find myself in a strange situation where I have to supervise discipline, when I myself am not disciplined. This is my first week as the website supervisor. I am missing my own promised deadlines, and yet I find myself in the position of having t…

I find myself in a strange situation where I have to supervise
discipline, when I myself am not disciplined.

This is my first week as the website supervisor. I am missing my own
promised deadlines, and yet I find myself in the position of having to
remind my coleagues of theirs.

Yes we have talked about personal capacities and we are adjusting our
targets, but personally I’m still failling to meet mine.

But please don’t mind me, I’m just venting. This rant is not supposed
to solve anything. I’m writing down my perceivee problems in the hope
I can map it in my mind. Solution will come later when I realize the
obvious.

Post-modernism doesn’t mean the denial of a universal truth,

…but rather an emancipation for the right of *all* human beings to their opinion, and of its statement thereof. Regardless of neither status, race, religion, gender, cultural association, nor “expertise”. And after such statement follows dialect…

…but rather an emancipation for the right of *all* human beings to their opinion, and of its statement thereof. Regardless of neither status, race, religion, gender, cultural association, nor “expertise”.

And after such statement follows dialectics. But first, once again first, the statements must be heard.