Pick me, pick me she says! Do you believe everything you see, all the things that you've seen. All the twisted and convoluted things that spin around you, do you believe?
Yes sir yes sir three bags full.
OH GOD I HATE YOU, CAPITALISM.
Make me rich someday, oh shut up Phish, I'm sick of your fans, NEXT.
Nevermind, it's Johnny B. Goode. Alright, that's acceptable, probably the only acceptable Rock & Roll song. Well, that one and Rock & Roll by Lead Zeppelin.
Okay now it's getting to me, I'm going to switch the song because I'm sick of songs telling me what to do, or how to act, or how to feel. I ESPECIALLY despise it when people say "OMG OMG OMG OMG GABE LISTEN TO THIS SONG IT'S SO GOOD, LET US PLAY OR WE'LL SHUN YOU". I'm looking at you, and you know EXACTLY who you are.
Repent, repent. Okay, I'm getting way too religious now, jeez. Yesterday I was at one of those fantastical bookstores, you know, the cool, clean ones with crystals and books, and well, I looked through one of those decks, you know which ones, the cool ones with cards and pictures. And I picked up an "angelic" deck, you know, a deck with angels and them.
OH THAT'S GREAT AND ALL, ISN'T IT? Sure, I look through the table of contents, and surely enough, there's (Arch)Angel Michael, and the other one, yeah, (Arch)Angel Raphael. Oh, so Gabriel must be nex-NOPE.
YEAH, THAT'S REAL NICE. Let's just talk about Raphael all the time, he's sooooo hot. And Mike, he's so smart! But Gabr- omg MICHAELLL I LOVEEEE YOUUUUU.
And where's Raphael when you need him anyway, I don't meet many of them these days. They must be ital-OH GOD I ALMOST called out a country there, I have to be careful to be politically correct!
Right, so Gabriel, Mister Angel, or Missus Angel, or (insert gender neutral pronoun here), way to ditch. Seriously, what is THAT, Missus PH.D.
I HAVE A ______'S DEGREE in the PERCEPTIVE ARTS, YARRRRRRR.
And I perceive that everyone always forgets about me.
This is Karma Aspiration Langune Entity etc. SIGNING OUT.
-Gabe
2012-01-31
2012-01-30
Words I despise #1
Hi everyone! It's time for Gabriel's moody list of things that really really bug him!
There are a LOT of words that annoy me. If you know me, which you probably do, you might hear me call them out from time to time. There are lots of unknown words in my mind that I repress, though! And here is their grand premiere.
There are a LOT of words that annoy me. If you know me, which you probably do, you might hear me call them out from time to time. There are lots of unknown words in my mind that I repress, though! And here is their grand premiere.
- Tarot. Tarot. I hate this word. I mean, I love what it does, but I hate the word. It's so ugly. Honestly, why put the word "rot" in there? It's a hideous verb, to rot. And in french it means to burp. For something so beautiful, tarot sure is gross.
- Buried. Let me bury you. Oh my god, this word. I've hated it since elementary school. Buried, bury, they're both evil. Honestly, why does it have to be pronounced "berried"? "Berry?". REALLY? I SEE NO BERRIES, I SEE ONLY A -U-.
- On that note, I kinda dislike the word "phonetics". It sounds phony to the max.
- Science. It's overused. What happened to philosophy?
- Development. Okay, this one has a history behind it. When I was a young lad, new to the english education system, I used to pronounce the word "développement" like you do in french. Deh-vlop-men. One day, I was sitting in a circle in grade six and I was explaining something super smart. Everyone was paying attention. And then I said the word development in english and pronounced it thus: "dev lop mint". And everyone laughed at me. Well, except maybe Carlyn and Lucy, but I had crushes on both of them so maybe I just pretended like they didn't mock me. Carlyn probably did.
- Reddit. Oh god, why is it spelled wrong.
- Twitter, tweet and any derivative word. Well, this one's pretty obvious. I have a profound dislike for twitter and it's ADD-inducing method of sharing information. But did you know? I have a twitter account that I use once in a blue moon. You cannot follow me @kaleidoughscope; I forbid you to.
- Facebook. In french, it sounds like assbook. No kidding. Fessebook.
- Kiss. Okay, maybe I just hate PDAs.
- Dr. Horrible. I just really hate his blog. Or is it a vlog? Who cares!
That's it for today! But fret not, I have SO many other terrible words to share with you!
Till next time,
Karma Aspiration Langune Entité Iodinement Dérive Oisellerie Ulysse Guimauve Hurlement Salutaire Citronelle Ophilia Perspicace Ettore
2012-01-29
Somebody that I used to know
It's rare that I like a youtube video the first time I see it, especially when it's a music one. This group of special artists is from Toronto, a huge plus for me. K, I have a feeling you'll enjoy this one.
Enjoy.
Karma Aspiration Langune Entité Iodinement Dérive Oisellerie Ulysse Guimauve Hurlement Salutaire Citronelle Ophilia Perspicace Ettore
Enjoy.
Karma Aspiration Langune Entité Iodinement Dérive Oisellerie Ulysse Guimauve Hurlement Salutaire Citronelle Ophilia Perspicace Ettore
2012-01-27
Emotional Empathy
So after searching for years online for a way to define myself as a being on this planet, I'm getting closer to figuring out who I am.
One thing that's just clicked is that, according to a prominent psychiatrist, I'm an emotional empath.
It's so true. I filled out this checklist, and I match all the signs.
If you know me, especially if you were in my Katimagroup, you might have noticed that at times, I sort of shut myself down, shut myself away from other people. Laura mode, a being (or other side of me) whom I haven't talked about for years. Well, I started off by letting her take control of me, which wasn't so bad, but it worried a lot of people.
And then I completely shunned her, and I think that was much worse, because I tend to end up in very bad places when I ignore her.
And now I'm accepting her again, though I haven't felt her presence (or her energy) too much recently, because I've been pretty happy. She'll sometimes make an appearance when someone is completely abusive toward me (e.g. yelling, ridiculing me etc.). And I'm glad I have her, because otherwise I might just completely break down and cry.
That's me - Gabriel, an emotional empath.
An emotional empath is someone who is "overly" sensitive, who absorbs the emotions of others. Someone who can listen and listen and keep absorbing others' angers or fears or regrets like a sponge.
That sponge is me. I used to turn to negative coping mechanisms, like overeating and over-smoking to get rid of all those absorbed emotions, but that led me down a very dark path indeed.
But see, being an emotional empath is a good thing if you can handle the "curse". Though I might have been called out for being too sensitive (and at times, even too arrogant), I've also been thanked numerous times for being able to listen - for being able to handle the outburst of energy, violent or otherwise, from another being in distress.
And this is why I might want to work as a shelter - probably as a volunteer, because getting paid for that kind of job seems kind of strange, even though it's almost essential in today's violent world.
And I'd have to be a volunteer, because to work at those places, you need a degree.
I never understand why certain occupations that people are naturally good at require degrees for employment.
Do I really need a piece of paper to tell others that I'm able to listen and be empathetic?
Karma Aspiration Langune Entité Iodinement Dérive Oisellerie Ulysse Guimauve Hurlement Salutaire Citronelle Ophilia Perspicace Ettore
One thing that's just clicked is that, according to a prominent psychiatrist, I'm an emotional empath.
It's so true. I filled out this checklist, and I match all the signs.
If you know me, especially if you were in my Katimagroup, you might have noticed that at times, I sort of shut myself down, shut myself away from other people. Laura mode, a being (or other side of me) whom I haven't talked about for years. Well, I started off by letting her take control of me, which wasn't so bad, but it worried a lot of people.
And then I completely shunned her, and I think that was much worse, because I tend to end up in very bad places when I ignore her.
And now I'm accepting her again, though I haven't felt her presence (or her energy) too much recently, because I've been pretty happy. She'll sometimes make an appearance when someone is completely abusive toward me (e.g. yelling, ridiculing me etc.). And I'm glad I have her, because otherwise I might just completely break down and cry.
That's me - Gabriel, an emotional empath.
An emotional empath is someone who is "overly" sensitive, who absorbs the emotions of others. Someone who can listen and listen and keep absorbing others' angers or fears or regrets like a sponge.
That sponge is me. I used to turn to negative coping mechanisms, like overeating and over-smoking to get rid of all those absorbed emotions, but that led me down a very dark path indeed.
But see, being an emotional empath is a good thing if you can handle the "curse". Though I might have been called out for being too sensitive (and at times, even too arrogant), I've also been thanked numerous times for being able to listen - for being able to handle the outburst of energy, violent or otherwise, from another being in distress.
And this is why I might want to work as a shelter - probably as a volunteer, because getting paid for that kind of job seems kind of strange, even though it's almost essential in today's violent world.
And I'd have to be a volunteer, because to work at those places, you need a degree.
I never understand why certain occupations that people are naturally good at require degrees for employment.
Do I really need a piece of paper to tell others that I'm able to listen and be empathetic?
Karma Aspiration Langune Entité Iodinement Dérive Oisellerie Ulysse Guimauve Hurlement Salutaire Citronelle Ophilia Perspicace Ettore
2012-01-19
Personal impromptu philosophy
I'm a sociologist. I'm a psychologist. I'm an anthropologist.
I'm a philosopher.
I'm a gamer.
I'm a helpless lover.
Am I a poet
or am I a philosopher?
The following is an extract from my personal "Gaia" journal. There are three sections. And the sociologist in me wants to play a game with you.
If you feel like you're a very pessimistic person, focus on the section that is in blue.
If you feel like you're a very optimistic person, focus on the section that is in red.
If you feel like you're in between both these poles, focus on the section that is in green.
Karma Aspiration Langune Entité Iodinement Dérive Oisellerie Ulysse Guimauve Hurlement Salutaire Citronelle Ophilia Perspicace Ettore
I'm a philosopher.
I'm a gamer.
I'm a helpless lover.
Am I a poet
or am I a philosopher?
The following is an extract from my personal "Gaia" journal. There are three sections. And the sociologist in me wants to play a game with you.
If you feel like you're a very pessimistic person, focus on the section that is in blue.
If you feel like you're a very optimistic person, focus on the section that is in red.
If you feel like you're in between both these poles, focus on the section that is in green.
Safe in the light and dark that surround me Free from misery, torture, and pain The learnings and things that haunt me Are links to the past and the future Hope for the future is sometimes lost in the present But never too far away are my loves
What are loves? What -is- love? When you love someone or something from your heart and soul instead of just as an electrical brain impulse, you create something that is unbound from the chains of reality, the grasps that force you to act or behave in a certain way.
A flower does not flourish without proper nourishment. When the flower flowers, the exuberance it radiates heals and cleanses - an aura of love.
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| Card of the day: Spirit Ryu - Dragon Type |
2012-01-17
Serious earth business
Stop consuming so much shiz people! Don't get drunk, get funk'd!
Anyway, a new vlog for all of you. Let me know what you think! I know the lighting could be better, but the overhead lighting that I usually use is too bright for this time of the night.
Also, I'm in love with Lights, the musician. I just bought her first CD, The Listening, (I rarely buy CDs) and I totally loved the feel and style of it.
Have a happy Tuesday evening.
Karma Aspiration Langune Entité Iodinement Dérive Oisellerie Ulysse Guimauve Hurlement Salutaire Citronelle Ophilia Perspicace Ettore
Anyway, a new vlog for all of you. Let me know what you think! I know the lighting could be better, but the overhead lighting that I usually use is too bright for this time of the night.
Also, I'm in love with Lights, the musician. I just bought her first CD, The Listening, (I rarely buy CDs) and I totally loved the feel and style of it.
Have a happy Tuesday evening.
Karma Aspiration Langune Entité Iodinement Dérive Oisellerie Ulysse Guimauve Hurlement Salutaire Citronelle Ophilia Perspicace Ettore
2012-01-15
To be part of the League
Hi everyone! Sorry for the last depressing post, I'm feeling much better now. In fact, I'm feeling kawaii now ^_^.
Anyway, I'm a pretty protastic gamer. One of my favourite games, as many of you know already, has been World of Warcraft. I played it a lot in high school.
I found an easier game a couple years ago, aptly called League of Legends, and this game helped me out through many a dark times. Indeed, video games are an excellent place not only for inspiration, but also as a place to destress after dealing with the "real world" for too long. As a side note, I fully oppose SOPA, as it is a ploy for the rich older adults to control the younger generation who know how to deal with internal affairs such as the internet.
Anyway, I finally have a vlog for you readers who have been waiting to see one for years now. It's a pretty big fail though, as my dear mother stumbled into my room right in the middle of the video, so it'll be cut short for now. I also messed up a couple of the voices, but I hope I'm accurate enough.
Welcome to Gabe's University, aka Academia Perspicax.
Anyway, I'm a pretty protastic gamer. One of my favourite games, as many of you know already, has been World of Warcraft. I played it a lot in high school.
I found an easier game a couple years ago, aptly called League of Legends, and this game helped me out through many a dark times. Indeed, video games are an excellent place not only for inspiration, but also as a place to destress after dealing with the "real world" for too long. As a side note, I fully oppose SOPA, as it is a ploy for the rich older adults to control the younger generation who know how to deal with internal affairs such as the internet.
Anyway, I finally have a vlog for you readers who have been waiting to see one for years now. It's a pretty big fail though, as my dear mother stumbled into my room right in the middle of the video, so it'll be cut short for now. I also messed up a couple of the voices, but I hope I'm accurate enough.
Welcome to Gabe's University, aka Academia Perspicax.
If you want to play the game I'm discussing in this video with me, just click here and sign up! I'll teach you how to play, even if you think you're a "n00b". :) League of Legends Account Sign Up
Karma Aspiration Langune Entité Iodinement Dérive Oisellerie Ulysse Guimauve Hurlement Salutaire Citronelle Ophilia Perspicace Ettore
The dread of the winter
So yesterday there was a little feast at my parent's place - lots of food and all and some wine, the typical merry gathering.
As much as I enjoy eating chinese food, it's not good for me and I feel dreadful this morning, probably because of all the gluten in the food I ate. So I feel dreadful and lonely, and the whispers of the spirits around me are trying to help but I'm having a hard time believing in the goddesses and deities protecting me.
See, finding your own religion is a continuous quest to check reality against the non-reality of things that your eyes and other "basic" senses cannot see. I'm pretty sure that if I narrow down my spiritual ideas, it can be summed up in the Gaia theory, polytheism, and anything else that can be found in the His Dark Materials series. So why is it so difficult for me to find an easier proof instead of taking words from books and blindly believing in faith alone?
I know there are gateways to different worlds, I've felt them and I've almost certainly experienced life in a whole other universe (the many-worlds theory) and yet I cannot continuously keep trying to find Lyra on my own. My fears haunt me too much, and travelling alone is giving me a feeling of dread.
I just wish the tide would come and find me first.
Karma Aspiration Langune Entité Iodinement Dérive Oisellerie Ulysse Guimauve Hurlement Salutaire Citronelle Ophilia Perspicace Ettore
As much as I enjoy eating chinese food, it's not good for me and I feel dreadful this morning, probably because of all the gluten in the food I ate. So I feel dreadful and lonely, and the whispers of the spirits around me are trying to help but I'm having a hard time believing in the goddesses and deities protecting me.
See, finding your own religion is a continuous quest to check reality against the non-reality of things that your eyes and other "basic" senses cannot see. I'm pretty sure that if I narrow down my spiritual ideas, it can be summed up in the Gaia theory, polytheism, and anything else that can be found in the His Dark Materials series. So why is it so difficult for me to find an easier proof instead of taking words from books and blindly believing in faith alone?
I know there are gateways to different worlds, I've felt them and I've almost certainly experienced life in a whole other universe (the many-worlds theory) and yet I cannot continuously keep trying to find Lyra on my own. My fears haunt me too much, and travelling alone is giving me a feeling of dread.
I just wish the tide would come and find me first.
I don't know where you are
But if you're there
The mild torture I feel can be banished.
Just give me a real phone call, L__A.
http://xkcd.com/40/
The mild torture I feel can be banished.
Just give me a real phone call, L__A.
http://xkcd.com/40/
2012-01-08
2012-01-07
You know
Maybe I just want to play video games...
Not with my group from Katimavik, they don't know how to play nice.
Maybe VRA's the answer, or maybe Weston's a jail.
Either way, I shouldn't have to rhyme or do anything of the sort if I don't want to.
Now leave me allon.
Not with my group from Katimavik, they don't know how to play nice.
Maybe VRA's the answer, or maybe Weston's a jail.
Either way, I shouldn't have to rhyme or do anything of the sort if I don't want to.
Now leave me allon.
2012-01-06
Let's liven a planet, 2
Commas! Never forget them, for they know how to breathe, remember?
QUESTION MARK?
OH NO, NO NO NO, THIS IS UN-ACCEPTABLE.
Ellie, this one's for you!
QUESTION MARK?
OH NO, NO NO NO, THIS IS UN-ACCEPTABLE.
Ellie, this one's for you!
2012-01-04
Wasted
Why do they have the stupidest terms for being drunk?
Why do drunkards play the STUPIDEST games?
I'm talking Beer pong, flip cup. They're SO boring, these games. It's like people's creativity shuts down when they drink.
Well, not me, I'm living proof. I'm really drunk right now with some tequila in me, and I don't feel any less creative. Of course, what you might be reading might be really boring to you, but to me, it'll probably bring a smile to my face when I reread my post later on in life.
I love re-reading old posts. It's one of the reasons I blog - to go back in time whenever I wish. I just really, really wish that more people would comment... it's frustrating knowing you have a lot of people watching you, but no one ever bothering to leave a comment. It's rare that I get a comment anyway.
Well, I'm not here to guilt you into writing a comment, reader, that would defeat the purpose. I just wish that more people would slow down in life and stop whining. Oh, the irony...
So yeah, here I am, drinking after a solid yoga session. I could have gone out dancing, but that would have entailed coat checks, shitty drinks and crowds, all of which I hate.
The upside would have been dancing, music, and maybe some form of love, but I never get lucky on the latter, so maybe it's foolish of me to think that I can go to a club and find love.
That's not to say I don't work hard - I'm working hard right now, aren't I? I could be passed out in my bed, but no, here I am, writing another blog entry so that you, reader, won't feel deprived and me, well, I'll be able to hope that someone out there actually cares enough about my life to send me a heartfelt e-mail, or a facebook message, or even - do I dare say it - a blog comment!
Anyway, it's nice to be a little drunk, I'm not nearly worried about things that I'm usually worried about. For example, I'm not worrying about perfect grammer and speling right now, which feels great. I have enough confidence in my spellchecking abilities not to make too many mistakes.
Karma Aspiration Langune Entité Iodinement Dérive Oisellerie Ulysse Guimauve Hurlement Salutaire Citronelle Ophilia Perspicace Ettore
Why do drunkards play the STUPIDEST games?
I'm talking Beer pong, flip cup. They're SO boring, these games. It's like people's creativity shuts down when they drink.
Well, not me, I'm living proof. I'm really drunk right now with some tequila in me, and I don't feel any less creative. Of course, what you might be reading might be really boring to you, but to me, it'll probably bring a smile to my face when I reread my post later on in life.
I love re-reading old posts. It's one of the reasons I blog - to go back in time whenever I wish. I just really, really wish that more people would comment... it's frustrating knowing you have a lot of people watching you, but no one ever bothering to leave a comment. It's rare that I get a comment anyway.
Well, I'm not here to guilt you into writing a comment, reader, that would defeat the purpose. I just wish that more people would slow down in life and stop whining. Oh, the irony...
So yeah, here I am, drinking after a solid yoga session. I could have gone out dancing, but that would have entailed coat checks, shitty drinks and crowds, all of which I hate.
The upside would have been dancing, music, and maybe some form of love, but I never get lucky on the latter, so maybe it's foolish of me to think that I can go to a club and find love.
That's not to say I don't work hard - I'm working hard right now, aren't I? I could be passed out in my bed, but no, here I am, writing another blog entry so that you, reader, won't feel deprived and me, well, I'll be able to hope that someone out there actually cares enough about my life to send me a heartfelt e-mail, or a facebook message, or even - do I dare say it - a blog comment!
Anyway, it's nice to be a little drunk, I'm not nearly worried about things that I'm usually worried about. For example, I'm not worrying about perfect grammer and speling right now, which feels great. I have enough confidence in my spellchecking abilities not to make too many mistakes.
Karma Aspiration Langune Entité Iodinement Dérive Oisellerie Ulysse Guimauve Hurlement Salutaire Citronelle Ophilia Perspicace Ettore
2012-01-02
A truly epic rush
Re-released for the first time in 3D!
This is my second World of Warcraft video - and if you can't tell what's going on (which is quite likely), just know that I had a ton of fun both filming this video and producing it.
Essentially, me and a bunch of people decided to raid the Alliance's auction house and occupy it. Kinda like an in-game Occupy Movement. It was a ton of fun, but eventually we were annihilated by the sheer amount of guards that spawned (kinda like a parallel with the police/army in the Occupy movements!).
Soundtrack is When the lights are down - Kamelot and Paid in full - Sonata Arctica.
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