Loveee SNL. This had me dying, spot on hahaha
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Humility...
...consider it
"In Buddhism, humility is equivalent to concern of how to be liberated from the sufferings of life and the vexations of the human mind. The ultimate aim is to achieve a state of enlightenment through meditation and other spiritual practices. Humility can also result from achieving the liberation of Nirvana. When one experiences the ultimate Emptiness and non-self, one is free from suffering, vexations and all illusions of self-deception. Humility, compassion and wisdom characterize this state of enlightenment."
...consider it
"In Buddhism, humility is equivalent to concern of how to be liberated from the sufferings of life and the vexations of the human mind. The ultimate aim is to achieve a state of enlightenment through meditation and other spiritual practices. Humility can also result from achieving the liberation of Nirvana. When one experiences the ultimate Emptiness and non-self, one is free from suffering, vexations and all illusions of self-deception. Humility, compassion and wisdom characterize this state of enlightenment."
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Order Made, RADWIMPS
I think I must have been asked this once.
Before I was born, by someone, somewhere.
"Choose one: the past, or the future,
And I will allow you to see it.
Which will it be?
Which will it be?"
And I probably decided on the past.
So that, rather than just strong, I could become kind, become kind.
So that I could understand what memories are.
Next, that 'somebody' told me this.
"I'll give you arms and legs and mouths and ears and eyes,
Hearts and breasts and nostrils.
I'll give you two of each one.
Isn't that great?
Isn't that great?"
But then I made a request.
I said, "I'd be fine with just one mouth.
So I wouldn't argue with myself;
So I could only kiss one person."
I want to forget.
But somehow, I can't.
What do you call this kind of feeling?
Looking a little disappointed,
The person continued with his explanation.
"The hearts are most important,
So I'll put one behind each of your breasts.
Isn't that great?
Isn't that great?"
But, once more, I had a request to make.
"I'm awfully sorry, but to be honest,
I really don't need a heart on the right.
Sorry to keep troubling you like this.
It's so that when I find that one special person,
And hold her close to me for the first time,
Only then will I finally be able to feel
Two hearts beating, one on each side.
The left one mine, the right, yours.
The left one yours, the right, mine.
So that alone, I'll always be lacking something.
So that I won't be able to just go on living alone."
I want to forget.
But somehow, I can't.
What do you call this kind of feeling?
My chest is pounding,
Yet somehow it seems familiar.
What do you call this kind of feeling?
"Ah, that reminds me, there's one last thing.
Would you like us to add in tears as well?
You'd have no problems without them,
But some people find them annoying, so they opt out.
What would you like?
What would you like?"
In the end, I asked him to add them in.
So that, rather than just strong, I could become kind, become kind.
So I could understand what it means to hold something dear.
"Oh, while we're at it, the tears will need a flavour.
So I'd just like you to choose which one you'd prefer.
We have sour, salty, spicy, sweet.
You can choose whichever you like.
Which will you have?
Which will you have?"
Everything was put together just as requested,
So wipe those tears away and let me see your face.
Come on, show it to me with pride.
Thank you so much for everything.
Sorry to have caused you so much trouble.
But could I just ask one last thing?
"Have we met somewhere before?"
Before I was born, by someone, somewhere.
"Choose one: the past, or the future,
And I will allow you to see it.
Which will it be?
Which will it be?"
And I probably decided on the past.
So that, rather than just strong, I could become kind, become kind.
So that I could understand what memories are.
Next, that 'somebody' told me this.
"I'll give you arms and legs and mouths and ears and eyes,
Hearts and breasts and nostrils.
I'll give you two of each one.
Isn't that great?
Isn't that great?"
But then I made a request.
I said, "I'd be fine with just one mouth.
So I wouldn't argue with myself;
So I could only kiss one person."
I want to forget.
But somehow, I can't.
What do you call this kind of feeling?
Looking a little disappointed,
The person continued with his explanation.
"The hearts are most important,
So I'll put one behind each of your breasts.
Isn't that great?
Isn't that great?"
But, once more, I had a request to make.
"I'm awfully sorry, but to be honest,
I really don't need a heart on the right.
Sorry to keep troubling you like this.
It's so that when I find that one special person,
And hold her close to me for the first time,
Only then will I finally be able to feel
Two hearts beating, one on each side.
The left one mine, the right, yours.
The left one yours, the right, mine.
So that alone, I'll always be lacking something.
So that I won't be able to just go on living alone."
I want to forget.
But somehow, I can't.
What do you call this kind of feeling?
My chest is pounding,
Yet somehow it seems familiar.
What do you call this kind of feeling?
"Ah, that reminds me, there's one last thing.
Would you like us to add in tears as well?
You'd have no problems without them,
But some people find them annoying, so they opt out.
What would you like?
What would you like?"
In the end, I asked him to add them in.
So that, rather than just strong, I could become kind, become kind.
So I could understand what it means to hold something dear.
"Oh, while we're at it, the tears will need a flavour.
So I'd just like you to choose which one you'd prefer.
We have sour, salty, spicy, sweet.
You can choose whichever you like.
Which will you have?
Which will you have?"
Everything was put together just as requested,
So wipe those tears away and let me see your face.
Come on, show it to me with pride.
Thank you so much for everything.
Sorry to have caused you so much trouble.
But could I just ask one last thing?
"Have we met somewhere before?"
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Since one
It was really great having Kirsten come visit for a few days. I wish she could've stayed longer though. It feels really good to know that even though I haven't seen her in years, things still feel the same between us, and we're still best friends. I love that even though we've been so far apart and spent half of our teenage years living different lives, it still feels like just yesterday we were playing with barbies and catching frogs in her backyard. I really hope she comes back up to Connecticut or Maine so we could see each other more. The only bad thing about her coming to visit is having to say goodbye all over again.
I have to go back to work on Thursday, which is a really hard thing for me to do. I really have a hard time doing what I do and dealing with the people I deal with. I'm absolutely dreading it. My co-workers are great, but the job is just so physically and emotionally draining. I hate to sound so negative, but aside from Kirsten coming to visit, I've had very little fun this summer. No beach, no road trips, no friends, no nothing. I really hope things can become more positive.
To all my friends: summer's not over yet, give me a call!
p.s. I STILL can't drive on the highway :-/
p.p.s. Kirsten, I PROMISE I'm coming to Maine with you as soon as possible!
I have to go back to work on Thursday, which is a really hard thing for me to do. I really have a hard time doing what I do and dealing with the people I deal with. I'm absolutely dreading it. My co-workers are great, but the job is just so physically and emotionally draining. I hate to sound so negative, but aside from Kirsten coming to visit, I've had very little fun this summer. No beach, no road trips, no friends, no nothing. I really hope things can become more positive.
To all my friends: summer's not over yet, give me a call!
p.s. I STILL can't drive on the highway :-/
p.p.s. Kirsten, I PROMISE I'm coming to Maine with you as soon as possible!
Monday, July 14, 2008
"Oh the humanity!"
I seriously cannot get over how hilarious this was when I was little, and it still kills me to watch it. I'm so glad my generation got all the awesome Nickelodeon shows!
Don't mind the end where whoever made the video messed it up with a lame voice-over.
:-D
Don't mind the end where whoever made the video messed it up with a lame voice-over.
:-D
Monday, July 7, 2008
HPP
I was in the paper today with one of my students from swimming lessons!
She's only 6, she was really brave!
I feel bad Arielle didn't get in on the picture, she was in the water below us helping catch all the kids!
Picture taken from myrecordjournal.com, obviously
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
LOL
Activists preparing against use of 'brown note' at Dem convention
"Political activists planning protest rallies at the upcoming Democratic Convention in Denver have their stomachs in knots over a rumor about a crowd control weapon - known as the “crap cannon” - that might be unleashed against them.
Also called “Brown Note,” it is believed to be an infrasound frequency that debilitates a person by making them defecate involuntarily."
Anyone remember this episode of Southpark> where they try to slip in the brown noise into my Country Tis of Thee? hahaha well guys, I can still say that one of my goals in life is to discover the brown noise
"Political activists planning protest rallies at the upcoming Democratic Convention in Denver have their stomachs in knots over a rumor about a crowd control weapon - known as the “crap cannon” - that might be unleashed against them.
Also called “Brown Note,” it is believed to be an infrasound frequency that debilitates a person by making them defecate involuntarily."
Anyone remember this episode of Southpark> where they try to slip in the brown noise into my Country Tis of Thee? hahaha well guys, I can still say that one of my goals in life is to discover the brown noise
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Top places I NEED to go
-See as much of the United States as I can(Alaska!)
-Japan
-London/Ireland/Scotland/the UK
-Egypt
-Brazil/Argentina/South America
-Guatemala/Costa Rica/Panama/Central America
-Germany
-Kenya
-Rome/Greece/Turkey/Croatia/Mediterranean area
-China
-Saudi Arabia/UAE/Israel/Jordan/that whole general area
Basically the whole world, but those are the top spots as of right now!
-Japan
-London/Ireland/Scotland/the UK
-Egypt
-Brazil/Argentina/South America
-Guatemala/Costa Rica/Panama/Central America
-Germany
-Kenya
-Rome/Greece/Turkey/Croatia/Mediterranean area
-China
-Saudi Arabia/UAE/Israel/Jordan/that whole general area
Basically the whole world, but those are the top spots as of right now!
How come everytime I empty the lint trap in the dryer, the lint is always a totally different color than the clothes that were being dried?
I love doing laundry, for real. I don't understand why people hate doing it. To be honest, I only just learned how to do my own laundry a few months ago. I can't keep my room clean or pick up after myself, but I can do laundry in a second.
I'm completely re-doing my room. All of the shit is off my walls. I miss it. I'm painting my now mint green walls a nice tan color ("creamy nougat" yum) with my current zebra wall being replaced with a nice yellow ("mustard seed" also yum) I want to put up a bunch of the little things my grandpa brought home from his travels around the world. I know he's got some African masks and necklaces from Kenya, little Alaskan totem poles, a boomerang from Australia, some wooden shoes from Holland, and my favorite, a picture of him on a camel in front of the pyramids in Giza.
I'm also rearranging my furniture, which has always sucked, because not only does most of my stuff weigh a million pounds, but my bed has always been in the corner it's in now, and everytime I move it, it feels weird and I end up moving it back.
Also, I planted two Hydrangea plants in my backyard with my mom (yay!) I am happy to say they are thriving thanks to my (mom's and dad's) green thumb and some Miracle Grow!
gotta go put my clothes in the dryer, haha
I'm completely re-doing my room. All of the shit is off my walls. I miss it. I'm painting my now mint green walls a nice tan color ("creamy nougat" yum) with my current zebra wall being replaced with a nice yellow ("mustard seed" also yum) I want to put up a bunch of the little things my grandpa brought home from his travels around the world. I know he's got some African masks and necklaces from Kenya, little Alaskan totem poles, a boomerang from Australia, some wooden shoes from Holland, and my favorite, a picture of him on a camel in front of the pyramids in Giza.
I'm also rearranging my furniture, which has always sucked, because not only does most of my stuff weigh a million pounds, but my bed has always been in the corner it's in now, and everytime I move it, it feels weird and I end up moving it back.
Also, I planted two Hydrangea plants in my backyard with my mom (yay!) I am happy to say they are thriving thanks to my (mom's and dad's) green thumb and some Miracle Grow!
gotta go put my clothes in the dryer, haha
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