There are days when you feel compelled to write and right when you have the perfect opportunity to do so, you can’t think of anything to say.

This is one of those days.

One difficult aspect of living as a human being is your responsibility to have a real opinion. One that stems from your mind through your integration of concepts and ideas fed ( Read more... )

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... bastardized one of my favorite songs: I'm Missing You by MEJA.


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Another Life Scribble

Dancing on The Ledge of Anonymity

I went club-hopping last Friday with my work friends Paula, Charisse and Camille. Started from the the P&G BIG GIG site event at the NBC tent to Embassy to the Prince of Jaipur then a long walk to Ascend and back again. (Thank goodness for being on the guestlist in all three). It was… wonder ( Read more... )

Okay so I am taking Erich Fromm and Philosophy of History this semester. Can't wait. :)

First problem - June 13 Friday night is the first day of class and also the P&G B.I.G. GIG event with all the cameras and the booze and the music and I already bought my outfit. Man.

Hard choice. Much missed education over super party social life?

Harhar.

An Invitation

We, the youth, wield so much power, yet we continuously watch from the sidelines, caring less for the systematic dissipation of our country's human, financial and ecological resources than for the latest MySpace craze.

We let ourselves be distracted by the glitz and glamour of technology and media, and our immersion in everything ( Read more... )

Father sits on couch
masticated Lay's in His mouth
now chewy caramel
sticking to the roof of His cave
He swivels his tongue up
and down and around
organ makes sure every nook and
corner is searched
every hidden crevice discovered
before He swallows
which He does
and He becomes fulfilled

another handful of sour
cream and onion
and cycle is ( Read more... )

So another day begins. You wake up and try to smell the roses - the artificial roses - of your money-driven existence.

It smells like asswipe.

You go to work, receive and answer 50 emails, play some foosball and head back home at 5pm.

You are a corporate slave. You’re a robot, you academic prodigy turned pretentious IT expert. At this ( Read more... )

"...actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't as nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or ( Read more... )

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