There seem to be two distinct types of people in this world:
1. Complainers
2. Doers
Complainers are passive, pessimistic and easily succumb to their fate, noisily denounce the world and feel sorry for themselves. Doers are proactive, energetic, positive and willing to get their hands a little dirty, to accept suffering as a given and to 'keep calm and carry on'. Complainers don't seem to like Doers very much. Doers don't seem to care.
In this life I have seen much of the first in myself and others.
But enough of that, I think I'm going to choose the second option and see where it takes me.
'And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat
Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me'
Shake, shake, shake it out.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
My computer right now
1. Videobb- Grey's anatomy, season 2, episode 15
2. World Time Zone Map
3. Wikipedia- Antoni Gaudi
4. Wikipedia- Necrotizing Fasciitis
5. Nyanja phrasebook
6. This page :)
7. My essay :/
All while listening to Beirut, who are Magic!
The world is big and I am small,
I've got a lot of ground to cover before daybreak
2. World Time Zone Map
3. Wikipedia- Antoni Gaudi
4. Wikipedia- Necrotizing Fasciitis
5. Nyanja phrasebook
6. This page :)
7. My essay :/
All while listening to Beirut, who are Magic!
The world is big and I am small,
I've got a lot of ground to cover before daybreak
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Dreams and schemes.
We used to sit and dream
of meeting in smoky jazz bars
On our way home from work.
Dark red velvet.
When the clock struck 12,
when we're all grown up
And there's nothing to worry about,
Ever, at all
It's just a faded dream
like the lines of a poem
I vaguely remember
But it's okay
You don't know me.
of meeting in smoky jazz bars
On our way home from work.
Dark red velvet.
When the clock struck 12,
when we're all grown up
And there's nothing to worry about,
Ever, at all
It's just a faded dream
like the lines of a poem
I vaguely remember
But it's okay
You don't know me.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Shiver
Him:
Immobilized by the thought of you
Paralyzed by the sight of you
Hypnotized by the words you say
Not true but I believe 'em anyway
Her:
So come to bed It's getting late
There's no more time for us to waste
Remember how my body tastes
You feel your heart begin to race
Jane must have been one hell of a woman. I'd really love to cover this song as a duet with a guy on vocals. Also, whoever he is, the guitarist from Maroon 5 makes me hot.
Also, Aloe Blacc's guitarist. Aloe Blacc who will be getting a good long post in due time.
Who are these people, and where do they come from? I want to BE one.
Immobilized by the thought of you
Paralyzed by the sight of you
Hypnotized by the words you say
Not true but I believe 'em anyway
Her:
So come to bed It's getting late
There's no more time for us to waste
Remember how my body tastes
You feel your heart begin to race
Jane must have been one hell of a woman. I'd really love to cover this song as a duet with a guy on vocals. Also, whoever he is, the guitarist from Maroon 5 makes me hot.
Also, Aloe Blacc's guitarist. Aloe Blacc who will be getting a good long post in due time.
Who are these people, and where do they come from? I want to BE one.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Once again, I leave my grave!
MY HEAD IS BUZZING!
In the best possible way.
Something hit me.
Again, in the best possible way.
I've turned into a little jitter-bug :) OH THE INFLUX OF INFORMATION AND IDEAS!
Right, let's begin at the beginning.
1. Today I went for a swim. I wonder why I ever stopped?
2. Beautiful women exist. I mean, to the centre of their core beautiful. And smart and funny. And not virtuous queens. Purity is a state of mind.
3. My mum is a woman, with all the trials women have, with all the frustrations of any human being, the impatience, the sadness, loss, fears and hopes. I think we forget that our parents are human beings, unsure just like us. My mum is wonderful.
4. Sometimes, we're all so insecure and afraid, we suck. And we're mean and moody and awful. But as long as that's only sometimes and we always apologise, it's ok.
5. Somewhere along the way I found these wonderful men who have become additional brothers to me. My own brother is wonderful and his own person. Then there's thambi, who saved my life, spends time with me, talks about his dreams and fears, provides me with the world's best chocolate cake and keeps asking for a shout-out :P And there's my musical friend who is a pillar of strength and reason to me, who has allowed me to cry over the phone, who checks up on me, who motivates me, and is the best older brother I could ask for.
6. Those friends I grew up with, who watched me blossom, and giggle when I make sex jokes and STILL think I'm the smartest thing. Your faith in me is beautifully naive :P But really, you keep me going like nobody else.
7. My horoscope says lots of things that I'm not sure I believe in. It says I am prone to nervous breakdowns. This makes me laugh then worry. Which of course, serves only to make me laugh again.
8. I'm building my dream house, in my head. With a treehouse. Pinterest is amazing!
9. Decide ONCE AND FOR ALL to have an EXTRAORDINARY LIFE.
10. I watched 'Julia and Julia.' Their husbands love them so much. I think that's why I'm stupidly happy, at the core of it. Their husbands LOVED THEM. They fought and went through difficult things and THEY STILL LOVED EACH OTHER. Their husbands respected them, nurtured them, believed in them and gave them Time and Patience. They FOUGHT for them. I know I'm modern, a feminist, hell-bent on being an independant and self-made woman. But goddamit, a woman needs a man who can fight for her, tooth and nail, who'll make her feel safe even though she's perfectly capable of battling on her own. A woman needs, sometimes. And that's perfectly fine.
And this just in:
All men dream, but unequally. Those that dream at night in the dusty recesses of their minds awake the next day to find that their dreams were just vanity. But those who dream during the day with their eyes wide open are dangerous men; they act out their dreams to make them reality- Lawrence, Thomas E.
In the best possible way.
Something hit me.
Again, in the best possible way.
I've turned into a little jitter-bug :) OH THE INFLUX OF INFORMATION AND IDEAS!
Right, let's begin at the beginning.
1. Today I went for a swim. I wonder why I ever stopped?
2. Beautiful women exist. I mean, to the centre of their core beautiful. And smart and funny. And not virtuous queens. Purity is a state of mind.
3. My mum is a woman, with all the trials women have, with all the frustrations of any human being, the impatience, the sadness, loss, fears and hopes. I think we forget that our parents are human beings, unsure just like us. My mum is wonderful.
4. Sometimes, we're all so insecure and afraid, we suck. And we're mean and moody and awful. But as long as that's only sometimes and we always apologise, it's ok.
5. Somewhere along the way I found these wonderful men who have become additional brothers to me. My own brother is wonderful and his own person. Then there's thambi, who saved my life, spends time with me, talks about his dreams and fears, provides me with the world's best chocolate cake and keeps asking for a shout-out :P And there's my musical friend who is a pillar of strength and reason to me, who has allowed me to cry over the phone, who checks up on me, who motivates me, and is the best older brother I could ask for.
6. Those friends I grew up with, who watched me blossom, and giggle when I make sex jokes and STILL think I'm the smartest thing. Your faith in me is beautifully naive :P But really, you keep me going like nobody else.
7. My horoscope says lots of things that I'm not sure I believe in. It says I am prone to nervous breakdowns. This makes me laugh then worry. Which of course, serves only to make me laugh again.
8. I'm building my dream house, in my head. With a treehouse. Pinterest is amazing!
9. Decide ONCE AND FOR ALL to have an EXTRAORDINARY LIFE.
10. I watched 'Julia and Julia.' Their husbands love them so much. I think that's why I'm stupidly happy, at the core of it. Their husbands LOVED THEM. They fought and went through difficult things and THEY STILL LOVED EACH OTHER. Their husbands respected them, nurtured them, believed in them and gave them Time and Patience. They FOUGHT for them. I know I'm modern, a feminist, hell-bent on being an independant and self-made woman. But goddamit, a woman needs a man who can fight for her, tooth and nail, who'll make her feel safe even though she's perfectly capable of battling on her own. A woman needs, sometimes. And that's perfectly fine.
And this just in:
All men dream, but unequally. Those that dream at night in the dusty recesses of their minds awake the next day to find that their dreams were just vanity. But those who dream during the day with their eyes wide open are dangerous men; they act out their dreams to make them reality- Lawrence, Thomas E.
Friday, January 13, 2012
You're just plain irritating. Or, tranquil eggs.
I can take inspiration
and create something wonderful
from anybody in the world
except you.
Resent and love run side by side
Hand in hand, battling through
an endless lover's tiff
anyone who disagrees is a saint
or a liar.
It makes me realise
that at the end of a very long day
I've decided to put all of my eggs
in a single, warm, TRANQUIL basket.
My own basket.
and create something wonderful
from anybody in the world
except you.
Resent and love run side by side
Hand in hand, battling through
an endless lover's tiff
anyone who disagrees is a saint
or a liar.
It makes me realise
that at the end of a very long day
I've decided to put all of my eggs
in a single, warm, TRANQUIL basket.
My own basket.
Glory and delight
It's Friday the 13th, again.
And just like the last time, I feel so so so goddamn lucky. I can't explain it.
There's something lucky about this day- and I've always loved turning superstition on it's prophetic head.
Although things aren't perfect, and neither am I, or the people in my life, I'm so thankful that I have them. I'm so thankful for the small mistakes I made early on, so I don't have to make bigger mistakes now. I'm so thankful for the ears that will listen, for the shoulders I can lean on and for the hearts that are open to loving me and allow me to love them.
I'm so grateful that (most of the time) I am not lost.
And if I do lose myself somewhere, I have been provided with all the faculties to find myself.
That in disaster I am never stranded.
That all the little things to be angered and frustrated and hurt by always pass. It always passes. Everything has an end, and that's a wonderful thing to know. It's almost as if, if we only carried that knowledge with us everywhere, in every facet of life, we would live so much fuller. Get into a 2 year relationship, knowing that it has an expiration date and you have at least 5 life lessons to learn. Know that the time you have with your loved ones is limited. Know that we're all going to die. I know I'm a medical student, but I find a lot of comfort in the awareness of my own death. Because what we're afraid of is the unknown. What we stress about is 'not knowing,' whether we'll make it, whether we'll get better, whether our relationships will make it, whether tonight will be the thing that turns it all around, whether we'll pass or fail miserably.
Once you take away that fear you're free. Once you realise you're going to die, you're free to live. Once you realise things WILL CHANGE you stop crying about feeling stuck and start changing yourself.
Leave behind your mistakes and fears and there's nothing left to worry about. You're no longer crippled. The comfort in knowing that you're not going to know unless you try. Stop hiding and stop fighting and take a chance.
Jay-Z wrote the following song for his daughter and that's a beautiful thing.
My father named me 'Kavita' because it means poetry and it rhymes with my mother's name and that is a beautiful thing.
Glory.
And just like the last time, I feel so so so goddamn lucky. I can't explain it.
There's something lucky about this day- and I've always loved turning superstition on it's prophetic head.
Although things aren't perfect, and neither am I, or the people in my life, I'm so thankful that I have them. I'm so thankful for the small mistakes I made early on, so I don't have to make bigger mistakes now. I'm so thankful for the ears that will listen, for the shoulders I can lean on and for the hearts that are open to loving me and allow me to love them.
I'm so grateful that (most of the time) I am not lost.
And if I do lose myself somewhere, I have been provided with all the faculties to find myself.
That in disaster I am never stranded.
That all the little things to be angered and frustrated and hurt by always pass. It always passes. Everything has an end, and that's a wonderful thing to know. It's almost as if, if we only carried that knowledge with us everywhere, in every facet of life, we would live so much fuller. Get into a 2 year relationship, knowing that it has an expiration date and you have at least 5 life lessons to learn. Know that the time you have with your loved ones is limited. Know that we're all going to die. I know I'm a medical student, but I find a lot of comfort in the awareness of my own death. Because what we're afraid of is the unknown. What we stress about is 'not knowing,' whether we'll make it, whether we'll get better, whether our relationships will make it, whether tonight will be the thing that turns it all around, whether we'll pass or fail miserably.
Once you take away that fear you're free. Once you realise you're going to die, you're free to live. Once you realise things WILL CHANGE you stop crying about feeling stuck and start changing yourself.
Leave behind your mistakes and fears and there's nothing left to worry about. You're no longer crippled. The comfort in knowing that you're not going to know unless you try. Stop hiding and stop fighting and take a chance.
Jay-Z wrote the following song for his daughter and that's a beautiful thing.
My father named me 'Kavita' because it means poetry and it rhymes with my mother's name and that is a beautiful thing.
Glory.
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