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Saturday, March 27, 2004

ever get the feeling life just sorta screws you over. like, you're sitting patiently and it leads you into delusions of having seeming semblance of control and hopes of good tidings when really lurking behind the shadows is a disappointment that awaits the opportune moment when your hope and ideas are at a pinnacle and then it strikes. and as you fall to the ground and the strength within you nurtures the ability to deal with such a blow, a second and third strike follows, which you realize are merely precursors for the final, fatal blow.

or perhaps even not precursors but rather subtle yet potent combinations that together deliver a torment made worse by the nurturing and cultivations of false hopes and delusional aspirations. the passing of which brings the dawn of a new cycle of hope and hurt and despair.

Heraclitus said:

Listen to the Logos everywhere always.

Spurn false myths that maim human life.
Life without strife is eternally impossible.

Awaken to the wonder of Power here now.

See the undying drama of opposites.

Rejoice in the eternal procession of Power,

Learn to live in harmony with the Whole.

Love the everliving Fire

life is strife. life is defined by strife. woe be those who fail to see the unity in experience.

Wednesday, March 24, 2004

I don't know why I suddenly thought of these comebacks . I guess I'm sleep deprived.

All below are scenes in a disco club

Me : Hey there
Hot Chick : Do I know you?
Me : Urh...I don't think so.
Hot Chick(with a bitchy look) : Ok. So anything I can do for you?
Me: Yeah, would you mind stepping aside so that I can walk through? Thanks.

Me: Hey there
Hot Chick : Yeah?
Me : You mind if I buy you a drink?
Hot Chick : What if I say yes?
Me : Oh wait. Damn. I thought you were Sarah. Sorry.

Me : Hey there, sexy
Hot Chick : Excuse me?
Me : Would you like to dance with me?
Hot Chick : No. Not really.
Me : Its ok. Not knowing how to dance is nothing to be ashamed of. Really.

yeah....inspired by Doc Love....
One month ago, I dreamt about my pay one month later...two weeks later, i dreamt about my pay 2 weeks later...2 days before, I dreamt about my pay 2 days after.. Its a vicious cycle, I tell you, vicious beyond comparison.

Monday, March 22, 2004

duh... i'm pooped.. and it's only 7pm here at the office. It's funny how soon it gets dark over here; feels like it's 9pm already. why am i still here anyway?

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