Friday, November 20, 2009

Duped

I'm losing sleep
You're being discrete
What are you trying to hide?
I just want the truth, can't you abide?

Why is it you're duping me?
Can't we talk comfortably?
I see you differently now
Mostly because you've broken a vow

From friend to foe
you're just a straight up hoe

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Cheap.

Lately, I haven't been able to develop any posts out of my own thoughts, so I figured I could share some things from others who have done what I couldn't. Luckily, I feel that their work serves as a muse to me. Hopefully you'll feel the same!

personal literature

I found this article in the new Adbusters Magazine by a fella by the name of Cliff Webber.

Writing is the most beautiful creature I have ever met. She has long legs and full, sultry lips that purse most delicately when mouthing the letter "Q." She pulls me toward her mercilessly. she kisses my neck and my chin and my lips and as soon as she slides her tongue into my ear I forfeit all control. She is an incurable disease in an incurable world. I'm not sure when she first sauntered my way, but she made it very clear it was anything but a one-night stand. I wanted to see her again the moment she left. I wasn't sure why and I didn't care. Her perfume lingered for days and I remember sniffing my pillow every chance I got; slamming my nose so deep into the sheet I nearly popped out the other side. She was this wonderful new drug and before I knew it i was a junkie. there was no rhyme or reason to her visits, other than her uncanny ability to show up during most of my self-destruction. Sometimes I wouldn't see her for months and I would start to think I had driven her away ... but she always returned, and she always looked gorgeous. She hangs around more often these days, in fact, she's lying in my bed right now. Her hair hangs below her shoulders as her bangs cover her eyes. She blows them out of her way and pulls the sheet down, reveling her painfully perfect figure. My knees clatter as she steps towards me. How am I worthy? She runs her hands down my chest and I get a waft. Just before she sticks her tongue in my ear she whispers so gently "never stop writing." And then I come.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

A Cinematic Genius

I forgot how much I loved Quintin Tarantino until I came across this video.



enjoy :)

Friday, February 20, 2009

I've been Around.

February 9th, 2009
Lately, I've been drawn to street environments and the way the sky looks behind it.

Given the hype of environmentalism, I've consciously noted to not take for granted the beauty of our surroundings.

Despite the growing metropolis of cities, the things that are here now are integrated into our lives, our experiences and our culture.

The pictures below are pictures I've taken of places as a documentation of present existence that many people, and myself cross everyday, and often take for granted.


















Flashing lights of Westdale in King St. West on a foggy evening. February 12th, 2009



















Not so warm sunny day nearby campus, February 16th, 2009



















in the heart of a fast paced city, Toronto, ON. February 17th, 2009

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Quite Possibly the Sweetest Thing

I stumbled upon this video today on youtube sung by one of my favorite acoustic artists, Bright Eyes.
The people in this video are not necessarily good looking --or say, typical "music video" beauties. Regardless, this is a heart warming video that really emotes Conor Oberst's (featured singer and songwriter of Bright Eyes) charming and wayward style.

Anyway, this is a video that I find worth sharing. So, enjoy!

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Warped.


Last night I saw through my friends' soul
It was like their secrets began to unfold
like a circus show
Reality was unknown

Why are people uncomfortable in their own skin?
Don't they know the greatest people are from within?

Quit trying to impress me
Quit trying to please me
Quit trying to persuay me
Quit trying to use me

I see your insecurities
you words are not fooling me
your eyes tell a different story
Your pain is so deep it's making me worry

This is all getting too warped
i'm feeling all out of sorts

your laugh attempts to calm me
it's forced and you're uneasy

Quit trying to impress me
Quit trying to please me
Quit trying to persuay me
quit trying to use me

It's hard to find people who are safe
people's confidences are handicapped, it makes my heart ache

Monday, December 15, 2008

"Something is Created for Everyone So That None Could Escape" -Theodore Adorno

In mid grade 11 to grade 12, I took this IB philosophy course called "Theory of Knowledge" (ToK). It was an interesting class that dealt with the the ways and theories of 'knowing'. The course demanded the students to consider ways to really know what is true. And best of all, the course allowed the student to contribute personal knowledge and insight aside from the course material.

Sounds great and easy, right?

Not to mid gr 11-12 naive me!

I did so horribly in that class that I wonder how I even managed to pass the course. Looking back at it now, I could have done so much with my acquired knowledge through my humanities course here at McMaster Uni.

I remember doing a research report on the media and reality tv shows and presented it in front of the class. The arguments made were quite primitive and superficial that led me to make claims such as "reality tv shows don't suffice to project the real" and "the people shown on the reality shows are not by random, but through consideration of looks".

What I failed to realize that reality shows, and tv shows in general are projects of the capitalist machine that may be good for the economy in the short term, but has long term global, psychological and environmental affects. So the real core of the problem of reality shows is not just the set up of it, but the intentions behind the productions. The intentions of endorsing consumerism. To make us to buy more stuff, absorb the unattainable goal of looking like a billboard model, idolize celebrities, and center our lives on commodities.
The poster sale at McMaster University displays the influence of Capitalism's spell that is
embedded in the spectacle of commodities in which, even higher education subjects are prone too.

The affects of capitalism has become so influential in our lives that people, too, have become commodities. This is apparent in social relationships. I mean, the start and progression of relationships, to my understanding, all begins with the consideration of the social status of the possible guy or girl. On the basis of their taste in things, and the way they present themselves is ultimately a judgment of how well they have commodified themselves. My best example is the trendy geek glasses. [..that's my example because that's my weakness because I'm a fool for the arts.]

Anyhow, the main argument of my post is that, it has come to my realization that westerners have turned their attention upon buying things as a central component of their social lives. Undeniably, based on how much one has determines how well fit he is in the world. If ToK has taught me anything, that's not true.

So what happened to the notion of getting to know people for the intention of just getting to know people?

We are worth a lot more than the media deems us to be.

Enough with buying stuff, let's do stuff.