Wednesday, June 30, 2004

One thing to say quote... 


Tuesday, June 29, 2004

Filling the void of an uninspiring day... 


Monday, June 28, 2004

Removed by the author due to Googlers persistence over a disorder that should not arouse their morbid curiosities.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 12:37 PM


Sunday, June 27, 2004



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Friday, June 25, 2004


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:29 PM


Thursday, June 24, 2004

The Lady In Her Balcony 






Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:14 PM


Wednesday, June 23, 2004

[Removed by the author.]

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:29 PM


Tuesday, June 22, 2004

Bloody Marying 

Every single month, melancholia & nostalgia store within my self. Fortunately, both are bled away & I am back to my hysterical, abnormal, sublimated, & solid state.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:45 PM


Monday, June 21, 2004

Because lost causes do not deserve to be pursued... 

Miser Nietzscheswife, desinas ineptire,
Et quod uides perisse perditum ducas.


Iam Nietzscheswife obdurat,
Nec te requiret nec rogabit inuitam...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:48 PM


Sunday, June 20, 2004

Only because... 

...underneath my bitter crust there is still a slice of humor.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:44 PM


Saturday, June 19, 2004

In Memoriam 

I guess it is as my grandfather used to tell me, 'This world is divided in two groups of people: the ones who are plainly humans, & the ones who are simply beings.'

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:44 PM


Friday, June 18, 2004

Arguing with myself... 

The past three weeks have been truly hell to me. Although I do not believe in hell, if it existed it would be pretty much as the stage I am going through. Again, it is not truly depression. It is more something like this:





no sleep


no food


more stress




hyperrealistic mood

Definitely, not a nice combination of elements for mental or emotional stability.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:03 PM


Thursday, June 17, 2004

Standing on slippery ground... 

It only takes a few minutes under the sun. Surrounded by cars that resemble unmovable lives. Tires spin only by inertia. Suddenly, it invades me. The feeling is just as the worst stomach ache I have ever felt. It makes me ark my back & the universe instantly implodes inside my belly. There are so many incompatibilities between their reality & mine. Giving them my thoughts, my feelings, thus my vulnerability, seems worthless. If it is true that there is a trememdous amount of extraordinary things to live for, it is also true that the vast majority do not seem to be worth the price that the bill for the tremendous amount of extraordinary things cover.

Sometimes I have no reasons to neither live nor die. Either way, so completely attached to Earth.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 10:26 AM


Wednesday, June 16, 2004

& I am rambling... 

Neither I am dead, nor planning on commiting suicide; I am not that brave or stupid, for that matter. My current mood is only a hyperrealistic stage. It is beyond & over depression. It has nothing to do with it. Perhaps I am a helpless pessimist. After all, 'idealism is something you have until you actually start paying attention'. The more you know, the unmerrier you will be. It is not that I have lost all hope in humankind. It is precisely because of the remains of hope within me that I bitch & moan. The world does not have to be as it is. Although I know it is as it is whether I like it, or not. But then again, pretending to be happy is something I have not learned...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:11 AM


Tuesday, June 15, 2004

No wonder I am neither concrete, nor able to express anything if there is not an image to associate with the idea. 

Your Brain Usage Profile:

Visual : 70%

Auditory : 30%

Left : 50%

Right : 50%

Nietzscheswife, you possess an interesting balance of hemispheric and sensory characteristics, with a slight right-brain dominance and a slight preference for visual processing.

Since neither of these is completely centered, you lack the indecision and second-guessing associated with other patterns. You have a distinct preference for creativity and intuition with seemingly sufficient verbal skills to be able to translate in any meaningful way to yourself and others.

You tend to see things in "wholes" without surrendering the ability to attend to details. You can give them sufficient notice to be able to utitlize and incorporate them as part of an overall pattern.

In the same way, while you are active and process information simultaneously, you demonstrate a capacity for sequencing as well as reflection which allows for some "inner dialogue."

All in all, you are likely to be quite content with yourself and your style although at times it will not necessarily be appreciated by others. You have sufficient confidence to not second-guess yourself, but rather to use your critical faculties in a way that enhances, rather than limits, your creativity.

You can learn in either mode although far more efficiently within the visual mode. It is likely that in listening to conversations or lecture materials you simultaneously translate into pictures which enhance and elaborate on the meaning.

It is most likely that you will gravitate towards those endeavors which are predominantly visual but include some logic or structuring. You may either work particularly hard at cultivating your auditory skills or risk "missing out" on being able to efficiently process what you learn. Your own intuitive skills will at times interfere with your capacity to listen to others, which is something else you may need to take into account.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 6:22 PM


Monday, June 14, 2004

Zombie Mode 

Unfortunately I do not seem to find inspiration anywhere today.

I cannot think.

I cannot feel.

I cannot see.

It is already a miracle that I managed to turn my computer on.

Let alone typing this...

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:03 PM


Sunday, June 13, 2004

"I wonder who it was defined man as a rational animal. It was the most premature definition ever given. Man is many things, but he is not rational."

~ Oscar Wilde

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:07 PM


Saturday, June 12, 2004

In search for a new hobby... 

...self-inflicting pain through the attitudes of other people is no fun anymore.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 1:07 PM


Friday, June 11, 2004

So completely upset & tired... 

I seriously need to...


Good Night.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:48 PM


Thursday, June 10, 2004

Either it is or it is not. 


Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 8:08 PM


Wednesday, June 09, 2004

Another email not meant to be sent... 

Perhaps I should be working on one of the essays I am supposed to write instead of writing this. Nevertheless, I cannot concentrate. It is not my intention to blame you for my proneness to symbiotic and emotionally damaging relationships.

My will to live is not going to be affected by this. My will to live cannot be affected by this. My will to live...if only I knew where it is.

As soon as I find it, I will definitely tell it to ignore this mishap. In the meantime, excuse me but I will go to that corner, stomp my feet, sit down, & stick my tongue out on you while I throw my tantrum at you for being such an idiot.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:23 PM


Now I do not know what is worse. The centimeter on the right of my posts or the unbalanced image on top.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:14 PM


Tuesday, June 08, 2004

Who needs a naked body when... can see a naked mind.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:36 AM


Monday, June 07, 2004

Can I just say that, being the perfectionist freak I am, the centimeter on the right of my posts is making my blog look unbalanced & that I am in the middle of an obssessive crisis because I cannot 're-balance' my world?

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:17 AM


Sunday, June 06, 2004

You would like me to be concrete? 

Very well.


will say

it in three


'I hate you'.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 7:32 PM


Saturday, June 05, 2004

Welcome to what your life is going to be... 


Have a seat in that corner.

It will be a little lonely for a while.

Eventually someone will be with you.

If you are lucky, it will be a pleasant stay.

Nevertheless, do not get too comfortable.

Someone else might want to sit where you are.

See that light in front of you?

Behold everyone passing through your way.

So, hang in there. Try not to die.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:08 PM


Friday, June 04, 2004

An eye for an eye 

Removed by the author.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 3:20 PM


Thursday, June 03, 2004

Nothing to say but... 

On the verge of a hysterically fundamentalistic coup de main due to my intolerance to what I consider to

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 4:33 PM


Wednesday, June 02, 2004

By Losing You 

By losing you, both you and I have lost:
I, because you were the one who I most loved,
and you, because I was the one who loved you most.
But between the two of us, you lose more than I:
for like I loved you I could love others,
but you will not be loved as I loved you.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 9:39 AM


Tuesday, June 01, 2004

Literally I exist in the helms of surrealism... 

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...& you think your world does not make sense. Think again.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 5:12 PM


Unoriginally Original 

I said not everything had been done. Nevertheless, I realize now it was a broad statement. Not to mention it is also partially false. Every single word I use to express an idea has already been used. Whatever I do or say is going to be based on previous knowledge that owe its originality to people who introduced themselves to the world before I did. Unless I invented a new system of signs through which my ideas could be transmitted then everything emerging from my brain remains unoriginal. It would also be necessary for me to have lived in a place with no human contact. Perhaps only then an original idea or knowledge would be possible.

He said he wanted 'my words', not what Nietzsche, Descartes, Hobbes, & other thinkers had said. Needless to say, that is simply impossible. At least in my case, everything I know or ignore is 'biased' by what I have learned [or not] throughout my life. It is based on what I have read or misread. So how on earth am I supposed to simply erase that from my brain & 'give him my words'? For one, I am not a Tolkien. Unfortunately, I still have not invented my own linguistic system to form new and original ideas with 'my own words'. Linguistically speaking, there is not such thing as 'someone's own words'. From where I see it, the only way someone can come up with something truly original is through the construction of their ideas with the already invented and acquired words. Hopefully, my ideas will owe their assembling to a different perception & not to a mild schizophrenia.

Posted by Nietzsche's Wife @ 2:20 PM


"I know I'll say something that's halfway clever but mostly shallow and probably inaccurate on some level. Then you'll pity me for having been born."

Don DeLillo, Cosmopolis

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