Sunday, February 28, 2010
My Cousin Fred
My cousin Frederick Macapinlac is a pretty smart dude. Thought I'd show him some love and add him to the list of blogs that I check frequently. His latest post is a great read and is definitely a testament to his writing ability.
I Dare You
I don't know what to say about this, so I'll just describe how I'm feeling, in tidbits.
I hate being intoxicated and not being able to fall asleep.
I don't really want to talk to anyone, I just want to be alone with my thoughts.
My thoughts are killin me; I guess I need to develop them, but it's painful to think through.
The only thing to take solace in, is that I found the correct lineup of music to get me through this mood.
It feels like this alcohol is burning through my stomach, ahha.
Handle yourself with class.
Everything in good taste.
I hate being intoxicated and not being able to fall asleep.
I don't really want to talk to anyone, I just want to be alone with my thoughts.
My thoughts are killin me; I guess I need to develop them, but it's painful to think through.
The only thing to take solace in, is that I found the correct lineup of music to get me through this mood.
It feels like this alcohol is burning through my stomach, ahha.
Handle yourself with class.
Everything in good taste.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Take the Time
While waiting in an hour long line at the bank, I got crazy bored. One thought that popped into mind was to try and list all my blessings. I got through 3 or 4 before I realized just how fortunate I am. That list probably goes on and on into the hundreds. I'm in such a great position in life and I need to take advantage of that.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
All I See
After talking with one of my younger friends about college, I realized that when I give him advice, I usually have to make a choice. I could either tell him everything and shield him from harm's way, or I could give him sparse details and let him fill in the blanks himself and leave him responsible to make the connections.
For example, I could tell him all about drugs and what I think about them. I could tell him all the effects and why I don't do this, why I do that, and why I'd expect him to do this, to not do that.
Or, I could guide the discussion in a way that makes it so he learns himself and decides for himself what to make of everything.
Obviously, the second option sounds better, because it allows for him to grow and make his own decisions.
I just have to hope that he makes the choices that I hope he will.
Part of me wants to shield him from danger, to not even give him a chance to delve into things that I think will be bad for him. But another side wants me to allow him to make those decisions for himself.
I guess this is what being a parent is like.
For example, I could tell him all about drugs and what I think about them. I could tell him all the effects and why I don't do this, why I do that, and why I'd expect him to do this, to not do that.
Or, I could guide the discussion in a way that makes it so he learns himself and decides for himself what to make of everything.
Obviously, the second option sounds better, because it allows for him to grow and make his own decisions.
I just have to hope that he makes the choices that I hope he will.
Part of me wants to shield him from danger, to not even give him a chance to delve into things that I think will be bad for him. But another side wants me to allow him to make those decisions for himself.
I guess this is what being a parent is like.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Coal
I don't care what nobody says
We're gonna have a baby
Taking off in a coupe De ville
She buckled up on navy
She don't care what her mama said, no
She's gonna have my baby
I'm taking all I have to take
This takings gonna shape me
We're gonna have a baby
Taking off in a coupe De ville
She buckled up on navy
She don't care what her mama said, no
She's gonna have my baby
I'm taking all I have to take
This takings gonna shape me
I am the Last Hope
What do you want to be known for?
I wasn't too sure how to answer this question, but upon reflecting on it for a while, I came up with two major things.
The first is humility. I want to be known as someone who possessed outstanding qualities, but didn't feel the need to brag about them, that I could shrug off any praise because I didn't desire praise. Although, I guess that by putting this up, it would lend credence to the opinion that I'm not really humble. haha
The second thing was that I had poise. I don't let my ego cloud my judgment or get the best of me. My emotions don't overwhelm me, unless I allow them to.
Asking yourself this question is a good way to learn about yourself.
I wasn't too sure how to answer this question, but upon reflecting on it for a while, I came up with two major things.
The first is humility. I want to be known as someone who possessed outstanding qualities, but didn't feel the need to brag about them, that I could shrug off any praise because I didn't desire praise. Although, I guess that by putting this up, it would lend credence to the opinion that I'm not really humble. haha
The second thing was that I had poise. I don't let my ego cloud my judgment or get the best of me. My emotions don't overwhelm me, unless I allow them to.
Asking yourself this question is a good way to learn about yourself.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Give Me All Those Gory Details
One of the most important aspects of a teacher/student relationship is the student's belief that the teacher can actually help them. If the student doesn't believe that he/she can learn from the teacher, then everything the teacher says is almost worthless. On the other hand, if the student truly believes they can learn something from the teacher, then the stage is set for some great learning to be had.
I like to keep this in mind whenever I find myself learning from someone.
I like to keep this in mind whenever I find myself learning from someone.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Device of the Devil
One of the ways that I think things through is to look at something at face value. Learn everything about it. Describe it.
Then I look at what it does for me. What does it make me feel? What does it make me think?
Then I consider what the creator or person responsible for whatever I'm dissecting might have intended on doing with it. Did they accomplish this goal? How effective was it?
I like to think of it as looking at things through a scope(I like to think of either a microscope or a sniper rifle scope lol). At first, I look at the entire body of work. This is like looking at it without magnifying anything at all.
Then I pick something in particular, narrow the scope, hone in on that one thing, and again, go through that same process I described above. Face value, describe, what does it do for me, what was the person's intentions.
When I'm done with that, I widen the scope back out so I can see everything again. Now that I know what I know after honing in on that one section, what does it tell me about the whole body of work? Usually, I'll gain more of an understanding about the whole body of work this way.
I continue this process until I've gotten through multiple aspects of the whole body of work. Most of the time, I'll be interested enough to pick through most all of the aspects of the body of work. Sometimes, boredom will overcome me and I'll only learn a little bit about whatever it is I'm thinking about. Either way, this "scoping in" and "scoping out" method works wonders for me, in my honest and humble opinion.
Then I look at what it does for me. What does it make me feel? What does it make me think?
Then I consider what the creator or person responsible for whatever I'm dissecting might have intended on doing with it. Did they accomplish this goal? How effective was it?
I like to think of it as looking at things through a scope(I like to think of either a microscope or a sniper rifle scope lol). At first, I look at the entire body of work. This is like looking at it without magnifying anything at all.
Then I pick something in particular, narrow the scope, hone in on that one thing, and again, go through that same process I described above. Face value, describe, what does it do for me, what was the person's intentions.
When I'm done with that, I widen the scope back out so I can see everything again. Now that I know what I know after honing in on that one section, what does it tell me about the whole body of work? Usually, I'll gain more of an understanding about the whole body of work this way.
I continue this process until I've gotten through multiple aspects of the whole body of work. Most of the time, I'll be interested enough to pick through most all of the aspects of the body of work. Sometimes, boredom will overcome me and I'll only learn a little bit about whatever it is I'm thinking about. Either way, this "scoping in" and "scoping out" method works wonders for me, in my honest and humble opinion.
In a Matter of Time, It Would Slip From My Mind
As sorrowful as it is, I have nothing but love for the feeling I get when I'm at my computer, staring blankly into nothing, and I can feel my mood lower more and more each second. My sanity is slowly slipping away, I can feel it.
I'm listening to a song that sounds like it'd sound even better if I were drunk or high, which brought me to a train of thought.
What's wrong with drinking alone? I kind of want to go take a couple of shots right now, in hopes of bettering my mood? In hopes of shaking things up, of getting away from this unwanted feeling? I'm not really sure.
I think that it's a plausible idea, drinking alone, that is. Maybe I'd get one of my roommates to drink with me, but I wouldn't want to chill with them at the moment, I'd much rather be alone. I kind of want to be drunk, alone, and I'd play the part of a talented writer who drinks the night away, being a borderline alcoholic, only I'd do it for just one night. I'd enjoy this music, maybe write something down, maybe even have a drunk convo or two.
While I don't think my better judgment will allow me to follow through with doing this, for tonight at least, all of these ideas and feelings are completely genuine. I thought I'd capture these thoughts because I'm in a very specific mood and I find that while not all of it really hits, I nearly always have really cool/random thoughts when I'm in very different, very specific moods.
I'm listening to a song that sounds like it'd sound even better if I were drunk or high, which brought me to a train of thought.
What's wrong with drinking alone? I kind of want to go take a couple of shots right now, in hopes of bettering my mood? In hopes of shaking things up, of getting away from this unwanted feeling? I'm not really sure.
I think that it's a plausible idea, drinking alone, that is. Maybe I'd get one of my roommates to drink with me, but I wouldn't want to chill with them at the moment, I'd much rather be alone. I kind of want to be drunk, alone, and I'd play the part of a talented writer who drinks the night away, being a borderline alcoholic, only I'd do it for just one night. I'd enjoy this music, maybe write something down, maybe even have a drunk convo or two.
While I don't think my better judgment will allow me to follow through with doing this, for tonight at least, all of these ideas and feelings are completely genuine. I thought I'd capture these thoughts because I'm in a very specific mood and I find that while not all of it really hits, I nearly always have really cool/random thoughts when I'm in very different, very specific moods.
You Don't Need No One Else
After reflecting on the day's events, I realized that I didn't accomplish all that I wanted to. I kind of want to knock off some of the things on my list, but it'd definitely be pushing it. Then I remembered reading this quote from a random source.
"Nothing good can happen at this point. You can't chase the night. When the night is over, the night is over. That's just the way it is. You just gotta wake up tomorrow and hope for a better day."
Definitely not the most profound quote ever, but it sums up my day pretty well. I could surely go and do the things on my list, but I feel like it isn't the time right now; if I were to do them, it'd be forcing it, it'd be "chasing the night."
"Nothing good can happen at this point. You can't chase the night. When the night is over, the night is over. That's just the way it is. You just gotta wake up tomorrow and hope for a better day."
Definitely not the most profound quote ever, but it sums up my day pretty well. I could surely go and do the things on my list, but I feel like it isn't the time right now; if I were to do them, it'd be forcing it, it'd be "chasing the night."
Monday, February 15, 2010
I want to Go, Let's Just Go
Everyday, we take in all kinds of stimuli. Each action and event in our everyday life, no matter how small, is a stimulus.
One thing that defines a person is the way that they take all that stimuli, interpret it, and respond to it. I like to think of myself as a sort of machine. I take all this input, chew it all up, swallow it, and respond to it through feedback and output. One of the biggest things that I hope to be is a fully functional machine that I can be proud of.
One thing that defines a person is the way that they take all that stimuli, interpret it, and respond to it. I like to think of myself as a sort of machine. I take all this input, chew it all up, swallow it, and respond to it through feedback and output. One of the biggest things that I hope to be is a fully functional machine that I can be proud of.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
What's the Point
I think that it's okay to indulge in something that might be bad for you, if you use it in a way that so that its a "one step back, two steps forward" kinda way. When I'm in particularly bad mood, I take no haste in eating my problems away or playing video games for hours, just to get my mind off of whatever's bugging me.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Caramel
My Creative Writing Professor had us do this exercise especially for Valentine's Day. She gave each of us one hershey's kiss and instructed us not to touch it, look at it, put it away, and especially not to eat it, until she said so. She proceeded with her lecture, and waited until about 15 minutes left in class before she said we could hold it. She told us to keep someone *special* in mind while we did this exercise. She told us to think about how long we've been waiting to have this chocolate, how the delayed gratification felt. Then, we were to slowly unwrap it, and to take note of how we did it. Then, we were to put it to our lips, but not to put it in our mouths just yet. Our lips are one of the most sensitive parts of our body, so we were to keep in mind how it felt to touch the chocolate to our lips. Then, finally, we were to put the chocolate in our mouths, taking note of how we put it in(did we eagerly shove it in there, did we slowly drop it in?). Finally, she let us loose to indulge in the chocolaty goodness.
She told us how she hoped that we took careful note of the entire process, because our next task was to freewrite about it, starting with "You are my chocolate and you..."
It seemed that the class took it to heart, because it got silent, save for the sound of pens and pencils on paper and the sound of wrists getting uncranked as a result of bad handwriting posture. Eventually, we finished the 10 minutes of freewriting, and even got to hear two volunteers present their work. Their stuff was really good too. One was about how the girl was allergic to chocolate, and how she despised chocolate, and avoided it at all costs. The other was highlighted by the line "You aren't my chocolate, you're my caramel, and I fuckin' LOVE caramel!" I wish I had a copy of their work so I could post it here, but I'll have to settle for putting mine up.
You are my chocolate and you are such a tease. I know that you are tasty, but you are hidden, protected by this silver armor. You dangle out a flag, inviting me in, teasing me to pull it, but why can't you simply not put up this armor? I want to break down your armor, fuck a flag, I'm breaking down your armor, and I'm going to expose your ass for the tease you are. There, I did it, I got past that stupid silver armor, past your protection, bypassed the trick that was your flag, and now it's only you. You and me, tasty chocolate, and we're gonna have some fun. I slowly put away the flag, the armor, tuck it away someplace safe, and now it's just you and me. I press you to my lips, slowly, because I'm scared, frantically, because I'm nervous, but anticipating, because I'm ready to do this! Now my lips are touching your cocoa goodness, and it feels good, it feels right, like a first kiss. I want so badly to do it already, to swallow you whole, no bites, because a bite would be too harsh, because you deserve to be savored. I want so badly to put you in my mouth already, but I don't, because this isn't all about me, no, I let you stay here on my lips, feeling every bit of you, touching every part of you. Now, now's the moment that I get you, get you inside my mouth, inside my mouth for me to enjoy, all to myself. All that work, breaking down your silver shell, all that work, working you closer and closer to my lips, all that work, resisting the temptation to go fast, to go past all the steps and to prematurely swallow you whole, all of that, building up to this moment right here. Now you're in my mouth, I got you, and I'm not letting go. I let you sit on the middle of my tongue, perched there, mine. I don't dare bite you, no, I stick to the gameplan. I let you sit there, oozing away, as I take in every bit of you.
LOL I sincerely hope that paining yourself through that provided you with as many laughs as it did for me. On that note, Happy valentine's day everybody!
She told us how she hoped that we took careful note of the entire process, because our next task was to freewrite about it, starting with "You are my chocolate and you..."
It seemed that the class took it to heart, because it got silent, save for the sound of pens and pencils on paper and the sound of wrists getting uncranked as a result of bad handwriting posture. Eventually, we finished the 10 minutes of freewriting, and even got to hear two volunteers present their work. Their stuff was really good too. One was about how the girl was allergic to chocolate, and how she despised chocolate, and avoided it at all costs. The other was highlighted by the line "You aren't my chocolate, you're my caramel, and I fuckin' LOVE caramel!" I wish I had a copy of their work so I could post it here, but I'll have to settle for putting mine up.
You are my chocolate and you are such a tease. I know that you are tasty, but you are hidden, protected by this silver armor. You dangle out a flag, inviting me in, teasing me to pull it, but why can't you simply not put up this armor? I want to break down your armor, fuck a flag, I'm breaking down your armor, and I'm going to expose your ass for the tease you are. There, I did it, I got past that stupid silver armor, past your protection, bypassed the trick that was your flag, and now it's only you. You and me, tasty chocolate, and we're gonna have some fun. I slowly put away the flag, the armor, tuck it away someplace safe, and now it's just you and me. I press you to my lips, slowly, because I'm scared, frantically, because I'm nervous, but anticipating, because I'm ready to do this! Now my lips are touching your cocoa goodness, and it feels good, it feels right, like a first kiss. I want so badly to do it already, to swallow you whole, no bites, because a bite would be too harsh, because you deserve to be savored. I want so badly to put you in my mouth already, but I don't, because this isn't all about me, no, I let you stay here on my lips, feeling every bit of you, touching every part of you. Now, now's the moment that I get you, get you inside my mouth, inside my mouth for me to enjoy, all to myself. All that work, breaking down your silver shell, all that work, working you closer and closer to my lips, all that work, resisting the temptation to go fast, to go past all the steps and to prematurely swallow you whole, all of that, building up to this moment right here. Now you're in my mouth, I got you, and I'm not letting go. I let you sit on the middle of my tongue, perched there, mine. I don't dare bite you, no, I stick to the gameplan. I let you sit there, oozing away, as I take in every bit of you.
LOL I sincerely hope that paining yourself through that provided you with as many laughs as it did for me. On that note, Happy valentine's day everybody!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
All This Love
I miss being able to vent to a significant other. It's much different than venting to a friend about shit. I also miss being able to listen to my significant other vent about stuff. I like to think that I'm pretty good at listening and providing good feedback. Being able to help my significant other like that was a big source of pride for me.
Whoa
I think that if you are blessed enough to have excess money lying around, and are around my age, then you are damn near obligated to spend it. I think money should be seen as a vehicle to bring you different experiences that evoke different emotions.
Some Quick Quotes
"I don't feel comfortable in my own body."
"Knowledge is a process, not a destination."
"Reality is objective; it exists regardless of what we do or do not think."
You have me acting like I'm not myself. I have to thank you for that.
"Knowledge is a process, not a destination."
"Reality is objective; it exists regardless of what we do or do not think."
You have me acting like I'm not myself. I have to thank you for that.
Get My Emotions Involved
mellow saturday afternoon in january
sobering up
soft music playing in my headphones
football game's on
my team is losing
drowning in this music
thoughts flow freely
mood swinging violently
one moment im doubting myself
the next, im bulletproof
one moment im in "wtf, idgaf" mode
the next, im questioning all my motives
responsibility looming
my happiness at the moment is winning
sobering up
soft music playing in my headphones
football game's on
my team is losing
drowning in this music
thoughts flow freely
mood swinging violently
one moment im doubting myself
the next, im bulletproof
one moment im in "wtf, idgaf" mode
the next, im questioning all my motives
responsibility looming
my happiness at the moment is winning
I've Shared Things With You That I'd Never Tell To Anyone Else
I want to tell you that I love you for being who you are to me, but it's just not the way we go about things. I'm sure we both know what's up, so nothing needs to be said, but dammit, I love you.
A Strange Arrangement
You know how playing the piano, guitar, drums, or (insert random instrument here) accesses different parts of the brain? How it's proven that kids who are taught to play the piano access those parts of their brain earlier than kids who don't learn to play? Further, kids who learn to play the piano early, a lot of them end up being artistic?
Well what would happen if every kid was taught to play piano early on? I'm sure there's something to be said about each kid and their motivation to play, but surely not every kid would end up aspiring to be in an artistic career. I guess this is where nature versus nurture comes into play.
Btw, I noticed that I have a lot of drafts saved here on my blog, things that for one reason or another, I've never published. I plan on liberating them now haha. This post, along with the next few posts, will be drafts that I never saw fit/never intended on posting/saved as a draft only as a way to keep a mental note to myself. Maybe I didn't intend on posting these things at the time, but it seems appropriate to me to release all of them, as a way to keep this blog focused on how I want it to come out.
Well what would happen if every kid was taught to play piano early on? I'm sure there's something to be said about each kid and their motivation to play, but surely not every kid would end up aspiring to be in an artistic career. I guess this is where nature versus nurture comes into play.
Btw, I noticed that I have a lot of drafts saved here on my blog, things that for one reason or another, I've never published. I plan on liberating them now haha. This post, along with the next few posts, will be drafts that I never saw fit/never intended on posting/saved as a draft only as a way to keep a mental note to myself. Maybe I didn't intend on posting these things at the time, but it seems appropriate to me to release all of them, as a way to keep this blog focused on how I want it to come out.
I'm Serious About All That I've Said
One of the biggest reasons I've never been into politics is because it seems like no one ever really argues very well in politics. If you bring up a political debate, you'll see all kinds of shit that isn't really intended to solve anything. I see a lot of "omg america is so stupid, how could we vote obama in? he's the antichrist, we're all doomed now." No one ever says why we should have voted in McCain instead. Hell, barely enough people even mention why they think Obama sucks. They simply state, "Obama suxorz, we only voted him in cuz he's black, omgzzz."
When I find intelligent people who can argue intelligently about politics, then maybe I'll consider looking into delving into the realm of politics. Until then, I'm content with arguing about sports and music. lulz
/emo rant
When I find intelligent people who can argue intelligently about politics, then maybe I'll consider looking into delving into the realm of politics. Until then, I'm content with arguing about sports and music. lulz
/emo rant
FearAngerRage, Vulnerability
The absolutely scariest feeling is putting yourself out there, getting out of your comfort zone, and allowing someone to be in a position to hurt you. This rings true for me, at least.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
I Don't Follow Rules, Stupid Old Things
Should I list everything I want to do or make it up as I go?
Allow Me to Introduce
I've been adding a couple more blogs to my favorite blog list thingy located on the left hand side of this blog. I thought I'd take some time out to introduce each of them haha.
7hedejavu
One of coolest blogs I've ever come across, and definitely an inspiration for me to start up a blog. Very artistic, much more focused on the direction it's going in than my blog. They take what they're doing and they stay true to it, and they do it well. A gold standard for a well-run blogspot, this blog is ran by two of the coolest people I've ever met.
Edmilliondaire
One of my closest friends' blogs. Very much artistically inclined with a few "power posts" as he puts it, I'm excited to see what direction this blog ends up going in.
Gabby!
Technically, this isn't a blog, and it's no longer active, but it was work done by one of my favorite people in the world. Although she's discontinued her work here, I really liked her writing, and I'm proud that say that at one point in time, we were comparable writers. I would even go as far as to say that I was the better writer. Sure, that was fifth grade, but still, it's worth putting out there LOL.
Mi Hermana
More of a diary kind of blog than any of the others I've listed here, my sister's blog has a bunch of random thoughts and events that occur in her life. There's a lot of potential in it and I'm excited to see what she does with it.
Nikki!
Another very artistic blog, this tumblr is run by one of my favorite people in the world. I consider it the gold standard for tumblr's, and one of the reasons why I know that I wouldn't be able to create a tumblr that I'd be proud of. Very nice blend between diary posts, good quotes, and artistic posts.
Poisonuspies
Another young blog, this particular blog is run by my friend. Very much a diary post-oriented blog, I like how well she started off. Her blog is already infinitely more colorful than mine is. lol! I'm also looking forward to what direction she takes this blog in the near future.
Rae Ill
Another blog by a good friend. Very much like my blog, his blog is a lot of random thoughts, ideas, events, and the occasional video or two. Another blog with potential, I'm looking forward to the progress he can make with this blog.
7hedejavu
One of coolest blogs I've ever come across, and definitely an inspiration for me to start up a blog. Very artistic, much more focused on the direction it's going in than my blog. They take what they're doing and they stay true to it, and they do it well. A gold standard for a well-run blogspot, this blog is ran by two of the coolest people I've ever met.
Edmilliondaire
One of my closest friends' blogs. Very much artistically inclined with a few "power posts" as he puts it, I'm excited to see what direction this blog ends up going in.
Gabby!
Technically, this isn't a blog, and it's no longer active, but it was work done by one of my favorite people in the world. Although she's discontinued her work here, I really liked her writing, and I'm proud that say that at one point in time, we were comparable writers. I would even go as far as to say that I was the better writer. Sure, that was fifth grade, but still, it's worth putting out there LOL.
Mi Hermana
More of a diary kind of blog than any of the others I've listed here, my sister's blog has a bunch of random thoughts and events that occur in her life. There's a lot of potential in it and I'm excited to see what she does with it.
Nikki!
Another very artistic blog, this tumblr is run by one of my favorite people in the world. I consider it the gold standard for tumblr's, and one of the reasons why I know that I wouldn't be able to create a tumblr that I'd be proud of. Very nice blend between diary posts, good quotes, and artistic posts.
Poisonuspies
Another young blog, this particular blog is run by my friend. Very much a diary post-oriented blog, I like how well she started off. Her blog is already infinitely more colorful than mine is. lol! I'm also looking forward to what direction she takes this blog in the near future.
Rae Ill
Another blog by a good friend. Very much like my blog, his blog is a lot of random thoughts, ideas, events, and the occasional video or two. Another blog with potential, I'm looking forward to the progress he can make with this blog.
An Ode to Fruit
Fruit is a college student's best friend. Cheap, tasty, healthy, and they come in all shapes, sizes, textures, and can cater to any desired taste. They can be eaten straight up or blended into a smoothie. They're very convenient. They have fruits that are sour, fruits that are sweet, fruits that are tart. Fruits can serve as a perfect compliment to a meal. They can function as dessert, an appetizer, or as is the case for me at this very moment, as a midnight snack. The best part of it all is, you never feel guilty for eating them, because they're healthy!
Bored I am. lol!
Bored I am. lol!
Monday, February 8, 2010
I am the Unsung Hero
My TA for the creative writing class I'm in seems to really enjoy my writing, seeing as she makes it a point to ask me to share one of my works every week in discussion. It's funny cuz I don't work particularly hard on these assignments. But here's something she asked me to share today. The assignment was to freewrite about any one of a list of body parts she had listed. I chose to write about lips.
Lips are a body part, located on the lower middle of the head if you are face to face with someone. There are two sides to it; an upper lip and a lower lip. There are also lips located between a girl’s legs, and those lips make up a sexual organ. People are usually ashamed to talk about those kinds of lips though. They sometimes have lipstick on them. They sometimes have chap stick on them. This is so that they look nice and pretty. I personally don’t wear lipstick or chap stick. My lips are naturally nice. Haha. My lips have only touched a handful of other people’s lips, and that’s either respectable or sad. They are typically soft, unless they are chapped, and very rarely make contact with anything other than food, drink, and toothpaste. I really hope that my lips don’t touch anything else, at least. Lips is also the name of a strip club full of obese women, but that’s besides the point. I don’t ever want to go there. The person who is typically attributed with having the nicest lips in Hollywood is Angelina Jolie. I think it’s kind of weird to have people be obsessed with your lips. I think that to be obsessed with someone’s lips is more lust than anything and I hope to separate myself from lust and to be more focused on finding love, though it gets trying at times. Lips can smell like cherry chap stick or rose lipstick. They can look like, hell, I don’t think you can really say that they look like anything other than lips. The word eludes me at the moment. To touch lips is to be very intimate and close with that person. I don’t think you can really hear lips, other than the smacking of lips or hearing lips move when you kiss or eat or something like that.
Lips are a body part, located on the lower middle of the head if you are face to face with someone. There are two sides to it; an upper lip and a lower lip. There are also lips located between a girl’s legs, and those lips make up a sexual organ. People are usually ashamed to talk about those kinds of lips though. They sometimes have lipstick on them. They sometimes have chap stick on them. This is so that they look nice and pretty. I personally don’t wear lipstick or chap stick. My lips are naturally nice. Haha. My lips have only touched a handful of other people’s lips, and that’s either respectable or sad. They are typically soft, unless they are chapped, and very rarely make contact with anything other than food, drink, and toothpaste. I really hope that my lips don’t touch anything else, at least. Lips is also the name of a strip club full of obese women, but that’s besides the point. I don’t ever want to go there. The person who is typically attributed with having the nicest lips in Hollywood is Angelina Jolie. I think it’s kind of weird to have people be obsessed with your lips. I think that to be obsessed with someone’s lips is more lust than anything and I hope to separate myself from lust and to be more focused on finding love, though it gets trying at times. Lips can smell like cherry chap stick or rose lipstick. They can look like, hell, I don’t think you can really say that they look like anything other than lips. The word eludes me at the moment. To touch lips is to be very intimate and close with that person. I don’t think you can really hear lips, other than the smacking of lips or hearing lips move when you kiss or eat or something like that.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Don't Cry
really interesting music video and song. i bet this would be even better if i could relate to it
Friday, February 5, 2010
Don't Count Every Hour in the Day, Make Every Hour in the Day Count
"You can know the name of a bird in all the languages of the world, but when you're finished, you'll know absolutely nothing whatever about the bird... So let's look at the bird and see what it's doing -- that's what counts."
-Richard Feynman
Interesting food for thought
-Richard Feynman
Interesting food for thought
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Out of Bounds
The difference between a "Yes Man" and someone who's "down" is small, but is still notable. Both are willing to do most anything that sounds remotely fun. The yes man, however, will blindly go into anything, regardless of whether or not the plan is stupid. The person who's down is willing to do most anything, but will keep their wits about them, knowing when to push the limit and when to know the limit. I think most everyone could use more people in their lives who are down, but we should be careful to know when someone is crossing the line and becoming a yes man.
Broken Down Forever Now
At this point in my life, I don't believe in an afterlife. I believe that it's all very simple, that we're born, we live our lives, and we die. Once we die, nothing happens other than our body being buried six feet under/cremated/what have you. I don't care too much for an afterlife, karma, reincarnation, or anything like that.
I do believe, however, that we do have a lasting impact on earth, after we pass away. And that impact comes from the memories that you created for others while you were alive. Your legacy, your achievements, accomplishments, memories, and especially the little things, can all be lessons that others could learn from.
What do you want to be remembered for when you pass away?
I do believe, however, that we do have a lasting impact on earth, after we pass away. And that impact comes from the memories that you created for others while you were alive. Your legacy, your achievements, accomplishments, memories, and especially the little things, can all be lessons that others could learn from.
What do you want to be remembered for when you pass away?
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