Everyone, everywhere

I was wondering last night, how shitty it is that for some of us, Uni/college life blows mega cock. The best friends we made were in high school, and these are the people we'll be inviting to our weddings and 50th birthdays. Is the "IS culture" just too weird for others to understand? Have we developed our own unique community which is able to relate to others, but not vice versa?

One a day keeps the Karma away

This summer, I decided to practice a facet of Hinduism. That is, to be selfless. Selflessness keeps your Karma at status quo. Every action produces Karma, but selfless ones do not. So I made up my mind, to do one good thing for someone every day, be it to make them smile, to pull the door open for someone, or just to say hi to a stranger.

This morning I pulled the door open for 5 ladies, and the first one was rather surprised I did. Then the rest were all like "Thank you, you're such a gentleman." As they left, I told them to have a good one, and two of them turned around and said "YOU have a good one" with a smile.

So. That was my good deed for the day.

To keep the Karma away.

Oldies but Goodies

Dug up some Gouryella videos from YouTube. Interesting text on interesting graphic.

Ligaya:


Tenshi:


ps. I just found out from one of my bestest friends Jordyn that 'Ligaya' means 'happiness' in Tagalog. So you learn something new every day...

The Little Things

Failure to Notice, by Greg Yip. Georgetown, Washington D.C:
Let's get out of here, said I
The sooner the better. Graduation.
Echoes of teen years,
repeating itself twofold.
Look upon it as time wasted?
Nay, as time passed.
Look back as a life desired?
Nay, as life lived. Forgotten.

The little things surround me,
yet I fail to see.
I wish I saw, and loved,
but blind the heart is.
By distilleries and leaves,
resentment and longing.
So big those things become,
that they are little no more.

So turn and look ahead,
to what lies a long road.
That leads to places,
even you would not know.
A step at a time they say,
for that is how the journey begins.
Now go, and never stop.
The little things lie in wait.


"We gotta find some way to enjoy it till we graduate." - Michelle

I never really felt quite the same...

Counterclockwise, by Greg Yip. Washington D.C, in front of the Smithsonian Castle:
As we hurtle through space at 16000miles an hour (or some ridiculouslyfastspeed), the days get crossed off our calendars - and as the saying goes, "same shit different day." Time is but a figment of our imagination. Numbers used as a referece for progress. Is there really forward motion and direction? Life is but a big taxonomic cauldron of shit.

I told myself never to regret anything. What's done is done. What's not done is not done. That's the way it is. Let go. For holding on causes sadness, anger, and ill emotion. So why am I such a mess right now? Because it is not what has passed that stirs me, but what is to come.

Perhaps I should take it a day at a time. Nothing more, nothing less. Cross the bridge when I get there, then burn it as I get to the other side. A day at a time. A unique individual, stuck in a unique place she said. 'Unique' in a sea of 'same' isn't so much a good thing when it takes you to the edge. The edge of questioning ontology. To be, or not to be, is no longer the question, but the choice.

It's not where you go, it's what you do when you get there. And what happens when you get to a place void of activity, void of intellect, and void of life? What DO you do? Will you choose to exist, or will you choose to meld into the abyss? Life's just full of choices now isn't it? Fuck.

I never really felt quite the same, since everyone left. I'm almost leaving myself. But trying hard to stay. It ain't easy when no one's really around. Fuck them.

There's no one to blame.

Hands of Time by Groove Armada:

Keep looking through the window pane
Just trying to see through the pouring rain
It's hearing your name, hearing your name
I never really felt quite the same,
Since I've lost what I had to gain
No one to blame, no one to blame
Seems to me, can't turn back the hands of time
Oh it seems to me, can't back the hands of time

Seems to me, can't turn back the hands of time
Oh it seems to me, can't turn back the hands of time
Seems to me, history was left behind

You don't listen to trance. You feel it.

The Mobius Strip

I guess some of you have seen this before. Anyways, I was at the Diner the other night and noticed that our server had two tattoos behind his ears. They happened to be snakes eating themselves, one in white and one in black. Pretty darn cool I must say. I thought they were the 'infinity' symbols. Then we ended up talking about the mobius strip.


My friend opened my drawer the other day and found this etched into the bottom, then commented on my weird interest in the infinite:

"When the doors of perception are cleansed, man will see things as they are. Infinite" - William Blake