LOL - Lapak of Life

Title scare you? Looks can be deceptive. Well, it should, seeing as the last words I put down here were more than just a tad closer to Shakespeare. But like I've said, from the beginning, this is a free space, so it don't matta, homie.
Well, I feel drawn to delivering life-lessons for some reason, despite the fact that I'm not exactly a fruit ripe with knowlegde, or even close to anything of the sort, I simply haven't lived long enough for it. However, everybody has their philosophies on what life is and how it is to be lived.

I, for one, like to compare life and its intricately woven complexities to wine and everything related to it.

You see, the thing with wine is everything about it is so infinitely detailed. right from the beginning, i.e. the preparation.
Which grapes they select, from which vineyard, in which country. How the climate is in that country, how that affects the grapes from whichever vineyard it is they've selected.

The transportation - which mind you is one of the most, most important stages in wine preparation - must be inch-perfect, for they must maintain the temperature, condition, hygene, atmosphere, taste, and original freshness of the grapes. If that gets altered, or even slightly damaged? Back to square one. If not, good, it seems you got a dealt an easy first hand at life.
That's when the real game begins.
Now that the raw material is here, it's a real twister. Start with storage. Moving the grapes into storage, recreating an identical environment AGAIN. Then, only once they're ready - getting the wait, timing and judgement here perfectly right is instrumental, these decide goût finale (the finale taste) - bringing them over to the processing units, et al. THAT'S THE LIVING OF IT.

And then, I like to define life, by drawing comparisons to the variety of wines there are. To how different each of them tastes, how different each looks, what each one does, how everyone likes a different wine - and some people don't even like wine! And it's alright! It's perfectly fine!
But the whole idea is in the tasting of it.
We all get served different wines, and we don't have much choice in the tasting of them (and then some of us are escapists), that's just life.
THAT'S THE WINE I SERVE, I HOPE YOU LIKED IT.

Society, what?

"Don't do this, it gives a wrong impression."
"Don't say things like that, they leave the wrong impression."
"What are you wearing, have you no care for people would think?"

Impression, message, impression, message. Today's barbaric yawp is all about attaining freedom from these two dratted words! Today's world is all about what message you give, and to who, what impression you leave on their minds, what they will think of you once your back is turned, dadadadadadadadada!!!!


Why is it that in our society, one must think seven times before he or she acts? Why is it that one cannot be oneself, only and only for the sake of being oneself?? Must everything we do or say, be rationalised to such an extent that there is no desire to do it anymore, at all?? Is THAT our society? Yes, unfortunately so.

If we love, we must consider cautiously, nay, gravely, whom we love, from where they come, what colour they are, what language they speak, what they do, and most importantly, whether society will accept it. It seems society has become of-late a devil of some kind.

Hear me say, in this our society, chivalry is dead but racism is not. What society is this?

If we speak we must observe and calculate, far too carefully, what we say, to whom, and how. To some extent, it is only correct. But must a man fear his words to so far an extent that he should become either a recluse, or a villain? For if he should utter but one wrong syllable, should he be marined to the farthest, most unknown corners of society, and looked upon with such harsh eyes and opinions, as though he were damned to the depths?

Oh, opinions! There, there is no shortage. We will not spend money, but wagging tongues, they come for free! We dole our opinions out as though they were the very lifeblood of this world!

Should one love, one must love only and only the opposite sex, or else it is neither love nor right. Who is society to tell us, that woman cannot love woman, and man cannot love man, and yet live the very same life that one should live if man loved woman!

It is bastardy, that one should so alter the spirit one enters this ignoble yet wondrous world with! Why must one become another, for wont of acceptability to this devilish food-chain that is society? What is to be gained, a simple life? I PRAY YOU, BE THE VILLAIN!!

Only Free Minds - Trailer

I am, or so I like to believe, a freedom writer. Not the kind you're thinking of, no. I'm talking about writing for freedom of mind, body, heart, soul, and any other kind. You see, freedom is a very relative term. When I say relative, I mean to say that there exist areas (not necessarily physical) where there should be an immense amount of freedom, and other areas, where there shouldn't be. This, because the majority of the human race generally tend to forget their boundaries (sometimes intentionally, sometimes not) when they're not imposed upon them. But then, there are also spheres where the idea of freedom has majorly been forgotten. Like in society. And I'm here to write for both sides of the shiny, gold coin that is FREEDOM.