Good ssssshhiitt!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
दीपावली
I remember the first time I heard about Diwali.
It was in 9th grade when I was studying the ancient civilizations like Mesopotamia.
For about a month the teacher split us into the groups of four, and we would piece our way through primary sources, trying to understand some aspects of these cultures.
Some how we began discussing religions, and Hinduism came up.
I automatically thought of my local Indian restaurant, Royal.
The restaurant was decorated from head to toe with gold elephants, lights, wall hangings, and soft music.
The food was enriched with several spices and indescribably amazing.
Anyways, after I was done day dreaming about Indian food I tuned back in.
My friend Nadia raised her hand and shared her favorite holiday.
It's called Diwali. It's a festival of lights. Or so I understood.
While the celebration usually involves thousands of candles, the five days are also spent celebrating the "inner light".
Meaning the eternal place beyond the mind and body.
The ultimate search for Atman.
A time to celebrate the birth of the most divine destination.
It also marks the end of Harvest time for many farmers.
I've never been able to see a celebration of this lovely holiday,
but I hope one day I will.
It seems so beautiful.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
CHOP SUEY
When you spontaneously want to cut yourself a new hairstyle, but don't have the balls to do it yourself, ask your boyfriend. That's what I did and it worked out great. I mean he's good at pretty much everything, but this was no exception. I freaked out for a bit, cos I'm mad annoying, but he some how calmed me down, and got me to let him do it. And he did a great job. I'm mad fewking lucky. I don't often have bangs, but when i do, I usually like them. I can't wait to see what peeps think. Alrighty then, goodnight and good luck!
P.S.
10 RULES TO LIFE (life as Sol)
1. Take risks.
2. Eat lots of burritos.
3. Don't lie.
4. Take deep breaths.
5. Be superstitious.
6. Smoke weed, if you want.
7. Try to see the other side to things, even when you think you're 99% right
8. Talk to strangers.
9. Give homeless people money or food.
10. Run around naked as much as you can.
11. Dance Dance Dance
P.s.s. Dear John, was terrible disappointing : (
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Furry Heart
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
- Sol <3
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
- Sol <3
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Miles from where you are
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way.” Pablo Neruda
What is it about 11:00 that makes me think of you?
Including cartoon shark pajamas, and a "Danger! High Voltage" shirt. <-- GAY!
It's quite exhausting, because I think of all the stuff I do, that should be too annoying.
Like crying all the time, getting jealous, being bitchy in the morning, talking too much.
And you still say that you're not annoyed.
Only when I take my pants off the annoying inside out way.
One time you were standing across the room from me, and I felt like fainting because I was so happy that I knew you. That I knew your family. That I even had the chance to feel what family should feel like.
I walked to the door to get fresh air, and I was so hot I turned bright pink.
Kuya Tik laughed at me, and opened the door so I could get fresh air.
On some real shit, I felt lightheaded.
I wanted to run across to you, to whisper in your ear, that I would always be here, or there, or where ever you needed me.
Your eyes would have twinkled, and you probably would have smiled and said "I know, babe."
Nobody can understand it. And nobody ever will.
I could lay here for hours just thinking about your face, and skin, and love.
Star-crossed love, lovers, lovebirds.
What is it? Why does it exist? Does it even exist? Love is like the ripest fruit. From the outside it looks pretty, perfect, tasty, and it's so eye-catching. After you've picked it up, you don't think before you take a bite. It comes naturally. I've said I was in love with people before now, because I thought I was. But was I really? Maybe as you go on in life, your ability to love a person gets stronger and stronger. Not that it wasn't meaningful, not that it's a waste of time to me now, but just that ones capability of loving is easier or less limited. I could never deny that I wanted the fruit. Even the people who tattoo "SINGLE" on their faces, are always ready to mingle. They're ready to make connections with other people, even for a second. The tangy sweet of the fruit, that makes your mouth water cos you can taste the sweet without even physically eating it. It's like the most exotic fruit. Adam and Eve's love didn't start until they bit into the forbidden fruit. I think that's what we're supposed to do. We're supposed to go with our instincts and against what we're told. People talk so much shit about love, but really what is there to say? It sucks finding a person and making a connection with them. It sucks letting your walls down. Syke. It's the best thing ever. Sure there's a lot of shit to deal with, but it never outweighs the good. But if there was no pain, could we really enjoy it as much? Could we really feel someone's soul in our arms, if we didn't have hard-love?
RAMBLE SESSION COMPLETED, cos I'm so super gay.
- Sol
P.s. Meet me
I keep seeing trailers for "Dear John" and I really wanna see it.
I love all those ridiculously romantic love stories.
Every time I watch the trailer, it makes my eyes tear a little bit.
I don't know, I loved the notebook, and it's by the same writer.
*I don't usually like movies about soldiers and stuff, but I'm just going to try it.
The End
This is an extremely annoying post!
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way.” Pablo Neruda
What is it about 11:00 that makes me think of you?
Including cartoon shark pajamas, and a "Danger! High Voltage" shirt. <-- GAY!
It's quite exhausting, because I think of all the stuff I do, that should be too annoying.
Like crying all the time, getting jealous, being bitchy in the morning, talking too much.
And you still say that you're not annoyed.
Only when I take my pants off the annoying inside out way.
One time you were standing across the room from me, and I felt like fainting because I was so happy that I knew you. That I knew your family. That I even had the chance to feel what family should feel like.
I walked to the door to get fresh air, and I was so hot I turned bright pink.
Kuya Tik laughed at me, and opened the door so I could get fresh air.
On some real shit, I felt lightheaded.
I wanted to run across to you, to whisper in your ear, that I would always be here, or there, or where ever you needed me.
Your eyes would have twinkled, and you probably would have smiled and said "I know, babe."
Nobody can understand it. And nobody ever will.
I could lay here for hours just thinking about your face, and skin, and love.
Star-crossed love, lovers, lovebirds.
What is it? Why does it exist? Does it even exist? Love is like the ripest fruit. From the outside it looks pretty, perfect, tasty, and it's so eye-catching. After you've picked it up, you don't think before you take a bite. It comes naturally. I've said I was in love with people before now, because I thought I was. But was I really? Maybe as you go on in life, your ability to love a person gets stronger and stronger. Not that it wasn't meaningful, not that it's a waste of time to me now, but just that ones capability of loving is easier or less limited. I could never deny that I wanted the fruit. Even the people who tattoo "SINGLE" on their faces, are always ready to mingle. They're ready to make connections with other people, even for a second. The tangy sweet of the fruit, that makes your mouth water cos you can taste the sweet without even physically eating it. It's like the most exotic fruit. Adam and Eve's love didn't start until they bit into the forbidden fruit. I think that's what we're supposed to do. We're supposed to go with our instincts and against what we're told. People talk so much shit about love, but really what is there to say? It sucks finding a person and making a connection with them. It sucks letting your walls down. Syke. It's the best thing ever. Sure there's a lot of shit to deal with, but it never outweighs the good. But if there was no pain, could we really enjoy it as much? Could we really feel someone's soul in our arms, if we didn't have hard-love?
RAMBLE SESSION COMPLETED, cos I'm so super gay.
- Sol
P.s. Meet me
I keep seeing trailers for "Dear John" and I really wanna see it.
I love all those ridiculously romantic love stories.
Every time I watch the trailer, it makes my eyes tear a little bit.
I don't know, I loved the notebook, and it's by the same writer.
*I don't usually like movies about soldiers and stuff, but I'm just going to try it.
The End
This is an extremely annoying post!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
L is for the way you laugh at me
Quite frankly Valentines Day scares me. I mean it has this huge name that everyone is supposed to live up to. Here, in the states, I find it increasingly overwhelming how much focus and attention is put on V-day. Movies, food, music etc. In Kindergarden, schools are already programming the students like valentines day robots with cut out pink hearts and chocolate kisses. Once February comes around it's like a aphrodite earthquake. I don't mean to be so pessimistic about it. I've got the most lovely Valentino valentine in the world<3>
BYTHEWAYIFYOU'REREADINGTHIS: I've never ever gotten flowers.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Spaghetti Baybee
And then
I began
to think
about love...
Sitting in bed with my dog doesn't sound like the most exciting thing, but today it's just right. Tea, Bon Iver, and homework to do. After a whirlwind Sunday, I can't help but find comfort in doing a little more than nothing.
I'm a little obsessed with Claudia Cardinale in "Once Upon a Time in the West". Her kick-ass attitude and overwhelming beauty has made her my new idol. Kicking cowboy ass, and looking absolutely beautiful, cannot be overlooked. This Spaghetti Western is to me, one of the best. Epically radical, sweetly simple, and generally awesome. Anyone looking to see a good movie should watch it.
**Also!
I have such a problem saving money that I'm gonna post some of the shit I want on here, to keep me motivated and my pockets closed.
fml. - Sol <3
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