February 2005
pretend
let’s pretend i am not drunk for once while i entertain my thoughts. it would only seem that during momement of my non soberity that i have the time and inclinition to express my fragmented state of mind. first off, it seems like burnt rotten rice in my house, it makes me want to throw up but the stench is so strong that there isn’t some space left for my own expenditures. setting that aside, there are two things that have been readily apparent in my life. we are qausi concern that we’re about to acquire a […]
January 2005
words of my perfect teacher
fate would have it that i am able to recall that the international buddhist film festival is happening and i was barely about to catch the final day of an photo exhibit. the exhibit was a collection of buddhist related works from pretty well known photographer such as steve mccurray and michael kenna. unfortunately, i was quite disappoint by the digital archive prints that was being display. i am not sure if it was the condition of the digital scan or digital printing process but it didn’t leave me much to desire in own medium of choice. […]
late night confusion
_this is your brain after 3 years of being in front of a broken monitor ›› happy photos of people that i know really well for one day. it’s also why i haven’t touch this blog for the past month.
the feeling is mutual
_germans are more fun than something least i forget, i must remain myself how it feels to be on the other side of the spanking stick. from the other side looking at another’s desire and turning away from the possiblity. i bring to my own attention my own attachment torwards form. form in music, poety, shapes and skin. i am such the elitist when it comes to these matters but they are nothing more than advance states of subtle illusions. lies that i tell myself that it’s better because it’s higher to like this kind of form […]
the transition song
between the old and the new, there is a song that makes it possible. this is it by my second to favorite new zealander, bic runga. i saw her along time ago but she still haunts me to this day. we will see next week when i confront my dream of the night with the dream of the day.
unofficially official
i don’t know at what point one becomes a subscriber to a certain style of practice. in buddhism, you got your zen monkeys and you got your tibetan gorrilla styles. in yoga, there’s the hold it until perfection (count to 30 and but start over every 5 count) and then there’s the flow like the sea and drink like the ocean styles. i hadn’t really plan on finding a style that i should follow and so for a while it was whatever was convienent and whatever teacher was pleasant enough or pushed my buttons. i was talking […]
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