December weather

It was a warm and rainy day today. I don't know how I feel about it being 10 degrees celsius in December. On one hand, it's nice to not have to deal with the biting cold and chapped lips and all the little inconveniences of real winter weather, but on the other hand, I feel sad knowing that this abnormal weather is a very real manifestation of climate change.

I'm kind of far away and isolated from all the hardcore devastation caused by human exploitation of the Earth (e.g. dead whales and melting ice). So while I might be aware that climate change and pollution caused by humans is wrecking the Earth, I'm not reminded of it on a daily basis. Indeed, all I see is the same old houses and buildings, and sometimes parks with some litter strewn here and there, but the artificial city I live in keeps my mind in a bubble of fake comfort.

Comfort definitely isn't here, though. A city, at least to me, doesn't provide comfort. It provides convenience and maybe a form of protection from the primal elements, but in the long run, it is tiring to have to see the same ugly not-quite-perfect shapes of man-made structures everywhere.

For a pessimist, I'm pretty optimistic sometimes.

It's alright, I'll find my optimism again, somewhere in time.

Keeping up is tough

If you don't keep up with your schoolwork, it builds up. Fast.
I hate to admit it, but having a good work routine is pretty damn important.
Having structure in your life is important. The brain likes structure because then it doesn't have to over think every little thing.
I don't like structure. I try to rebel against it. Somehow, I convince myself that having structure will rob me of my freedom - the freedom to be spontaneous, to be serendipitous, to be genuine.
But maybe - just maybe - having more structure will allow me to accomplish things that will bring more joy into my life.

Here we go again. Setting a time limit of how much time I spend on the computer, regardless of whether I'm working or not, is critical. And there's nothing wrong with avoiding computer and electronics altogether on some days. A few months ago, one my profs even gave the class homework to avoid the computer and cellphone for a whole 24 hours, more if possible. Not too many people were able - or willing - to do it.

I've spent too much time writing this out already. School isn't going as well as I had hoped. I will work harder to not let myself get overwhelmed again.

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Bright and early

Yes, why not write? 8:30 am, on my schedule, is very, very early for me to be up, and I only have 15 minutes or so to write before I have to leave for my Friday 10 am class, but that's cool. Usually, I wait for the last minute to be up and gone for my class, especially when biking because then I don't have the mishaps of the transit system slowing me down.

I have yet to be late to any class with my last-minute strategy, so it's not a problem. It's a time-saving way of getting around, right?

I thought I had more to write. Well, I do, I just don't find it particularly interesting.

I guess I should mention I'm at school full time now, unlike last year. I'm doing fairly well in most of my courses so far, but there haven't been that many evaluations. I kind of know now which classes will be easy to get a good mark in, and which ones I'll actually have to buckle down and read a ton to get a good mark. Either way, I probably (read: definitely) procrastinate way too much and generally avoid dealing with schoolwork until I absolutely have to.

Oh, yes, you might be interested in what I'm studying. 

Well, first, there's History of modern Europe 1650-1950, which is okay. I'm usually good with history, but I really, really should spend more time studying for this year-long course.

Then there's Sociology (social problems and inequalities), which I find fairly boring, but I'm doing well so far so I guess it kinda makes me like the course a little more.

And then there's Anthropology 101, which generally has more interesting subject matter than Sociology, but it's a lot more scienc-y than my other courses. I should reread lecture questions once in a while.

Let's not forget about Intro to Environment, which is probably the course most unlike all my other courses. The prof is really cool and invites a ton of guest speakers (native elders, scientists among others) to the lectures, and he also randomly does bird calls in class. And the content is actually interesting!

Finally, for this semester, there's this course called Geography: Environment, Food, and People, which I picked because I thought it sounded interesting. This is my 10 am class that I have very, very soon and I should leave. Anyway, suffice to say that there's a LOT of content in this course, and it's a lot of work,  most of it is really boring but at least it forces me to get up at least before noon.

Okay, I gotta run, I'll start to update my blog frequently again, so if you're reading this, you could check back sometime!

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Oh time

Time time, why must you confuse me so?
It seems like only yesterday that I had my long flowing hippie hair with not a care in the world for what was to come later with growing older.
Of course, I never really truly was a hippie. Yeah, I had earth sandals, and yeah, I sometimes wore funky thai fisherman pants, but those were just clothes. And yeah, I guess I kinda liked the whole peace & love movement. Why do we need to be so bitter anyway?

I'm going through some dark times. Well, I have been for a while. I guess that's because I'm not really doing much. I give up hobbies too easily. I need to train my brain to enjoy things and to not mind doing things repetitively. Practice, practice, practice. And then I could be proud of something, like drumming.

I had a chat with a dear old friend of mine today. He told me how he remembers how social I used to be, how easily I would talk to others. I remember it too, somewhat. It seems like for some time now, I have chosen to hide away from others. This is not good! And it worries me. The only thing to do is to become more social again, clearly. Strengthen friendships and all. Otherwise, I'm just going to turn into an anti-social sludge.

I'm doing yoga regularly again (I've been to my studio for the past four days!), but I don't really talk to anyone there. I'm slightly in the wrong demographic, and I'm too shy to really talk to anyone. To be fair, a lot of people go to the studio to just do their own thing, take a break from their day or from work and from being around people and many just want some alone time to do stretches with their body and mind.
I, on the other hand, go to the studio to have a bit of a change from my usual hermit lifestyle. And to get some exercise, to help me sleep. I don't particularly love doing yoga, but I don't hate it or anything. I know it's incredibly beneficial for the mind and body, so I simply just do it.

University is starting soon. Yikes. I hope I can get my sleep schedule back under control. I also hope that I can deal with the anxiety. And finally, I hope I can finally do something productive with my time. Time management has never, ever been my strong point. I'll have to learn.

Signing off,
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Drive my soul

Listening to music isn't normally an activity that makes me feel instantly better. Yeah, listening to music is nice, but I don't think of it as something that keeps the blues away. There's a few rare exceptions, like right now, but usually I just kind of put the tunes on the computer and they fade to the background as all my attention goes to what's on the screen.

I also don't tend to listen to albums in their right order, if I listen to them at all, as I'm more prone to hitting the shuffle button. But sometimes listening to an album in the right order just makes so much more sense, especially with concept albums.

So I once again find myself listening to The Listening by Lights. I really, really like it. The lyrics and the melodies are just so well blended together and they actually do have an impact on how I feel.

Most of the metal or rock stuff I listen to fails to make me feel connected. It all sounds pretty great (otherwise I wouldn't listen to it), but I don't particularly feel attached to what's being played. With Lights, it's different. I feel like she actually sings about stuff I can relate to sometimes. And often times, the lyrics are positive, or have positive undertones to them.

For example: It's only one part of the story//Just let it go//Don't let it bring you down now

So why am I paying so much attention to this album tonight?

Well, I want to feel better.

I want to have an amazing first full year at university. I don't want to spend all this money for book-smarts. I want something more - I want a purpose, I want a real connection to society. And I want to have fun.

Because, see, for the past few months, I haven't been having that much fun. This summer thus far has been quite awful. I gotta get over the fact that I'm not really a teenager anymore, and yeah, it's not really a surprise that being an adult is pretty hard.

But even from a teenage perspective, this summer has still been awful. I've been hiding away from friends and avoiding people as much as possible. I don't want to go too much into the details, as this is a public blog after all, but I just feel anxious about being around people. And save for a few rare occasions, I just find that I don't enjoy the time spent socializing. So my logic is not to spend time around people... hah, smart idea, right?

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I keep hoping something will happen that will make the shroud go away. I know there's something beautiful beyond the shroud, as I still have memories of times not too long ago where the clear picture was a happy one. But despite occasional gusts of wind, the shroud remains.

The shroud is probably my fault. I put it up there because, subconsciously or consciously, I didn't want to have to deal with the picture when it wasn't beautiful. And it's been there ever since. If I could only remember how I got around to shrouding myself, maybe I could find a way out.

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I've also been feeling really quite self-conscious lately, about my weight and general demeanor, so I'm going to do yoga regularly again. I was doing four days a week for a while, but I gave up because of laziness. And once again, I went into a junk food cycle... so that's going away too, and that alone will probably up my mood. Maybe not in the short-term, though...

Hope your summer has been better than mine, reader.

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Summer Blues

So it's been a while. I can't say I've been extremely busy; I just have haven't felt like blogging much.
So this is all old news, but I did very well in my Bridging Program course @ UofT, so it looks like I'm heading to UofT full-time in the fall.

It's kind of scary, really. Thousands of dollars and many years to get a liberal arts degree... Well, it gives me something to do, and I have thoroughly enjoyed my time at UofT so far. Made a bunch of friends who are all really cool. So I'm sure it's worth it in the end.

I have to pick my courses soon. I've decided on most of them (Into to Poli Sci, Intro to Philosophy, Intro to Environment Studies, random seminar course and probably Sociology). And I'm excited about being busy on campus.

So far, this summer has been pretty blah. I haven't been doing much. Haven't really been hanging out with people. Just thinking about my future, mostly, and doing yoga every other day. I should be doing more, and doing more would probably make me feel better, but I've sunken down into my old recluse ways. It's not healthy.

I should probably get a haircut.
I hate haircuts.

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A message from the Haida of BC

A sweet video showcasing how the Haida feel about the giant oil pipeline that would run through native land.

Raven rules.

The sleep conundrum

As I write these words, I await the soothing comforting feeling that Passiflora incarnata and Lady's Slipper will provide me.

The sleep realm awaits and I wonder what I will find there. It is mind-boggling when you think about all the images that are created by your brain every single night when you dream. What is their purpose? Are you supposed to interpret the images to help you in your waking life? Or are they merely there to distract you from the dullness of unconsciousness? Maybe they allow us to connect into the collective consciousness, like quantum particles resonating with each other through the folds of space and time.

Sleep must never elude me, for when it does, I will no longer be.

Equine love

I am the Kaleidoscope of the mind
I impart light, colour and perpetual motion
I think, I see, I am moved by electric fluidity
Constant only in my inconstancy, I am unshackled by mundane holds, unchecked by sturdy binding goals
I run unimpeded through virgin paths
My spirit unconquered; my soul forever free

I am the horse.

Source: The Handbook of Chinese Horoscopes by Theodora Lau, 7th ed.

Plus rien ne m'étonne

C'est une chanson par Tiken Jah Fakoly, un musicien africain. En effet, plus rien ne m'étonne quand je regarde que le côté négatif de la situation humaine sur terre. Est-ce une bonne chose? Je ne sais pas.

Yes, sometimes I purposefully write in french on my public and mostly English blog just to annoy you. Yes, you, the one among many who thought that french class in high school was lame and who was jealous of the fact that I got all the attention from the girls with my flawless spoken french.

But seriously! This song (and the entire album) is awesome! If you're sick of hearing Marley but you like the vibes, I suggest you listen to some other songs off the album too. Yes, they're all in french.


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Hi.
Hey. It's been a while.
I feel bad. I didn't really keep up with the "decrees" even though deep down I wanted to. I let myself get carried away with pixels again.

Don't feel bad about your past decisions in this matter! Energies come and go; you can't always be in the same state of being all the time. You know that.
Yeah, but see that's the problem I'm facing right now. I know things, but I don't really do many things.

You think you're not doing anything, but really you're just comparing yourself to some sort of standard of how much you should be doing. Sure, society wants you to work, study, or otherwise appear busy - and that's probably a good thing - but sulking about the system only gets you so far.
Yes, you're right.

Expressing myself on A Kaleidoughscope of Writings, among other things, is definitely beneficial, but I feel like I'm lacking some sort of attachment to universal energy...  qi, or life force, or something along those lines. It's supposed to be simple: keep your mind, body, and spirit in good shape and simply be.


Simplicity is key. Spiritual decree #6: Instead of solely thinking about your place in the world, feel it.
And I will do that by doing more physical things. I'm going to try playing my drum on a regular basis again. Tiken really inspired me today.

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The Split Cosmos

"And I've always lived like this; keeping a comfortable distance. And up until now I've sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness... because none of it was ever worth the risk."

I hide my little reality, but is it a reality at all? Sitting in my worn black chair every day, I hide from the true experience that the world around me has to offer. Instead, I sit there and lose myself in the box in front of me. Forgetting, burying everything I know about the harshness of the present, I search for escapes.

Why do I hide so much? What am I so afraid of? I know I'm afraid of failure, but I'm also afraid of being perceived as different.

Why are we so split apart, me and you? Why are we all so separated from each other? We all know we exist, and sometimes we interact, but we don't really live and thrive, do we?

That's what I want - I want to live, not just exist. But I suffocate on the inside when I get overwhelmed with tales of horrors happening in developing countries, and poverty in Canada, and all the people who get sick and end up in hospitals with terrible food... among other things.

I worry a lot... I worry about wasting time, but a lot of the time I find myself wasting time doing nothing at all because I feel like I wouldn't be productive anyway.

Blah blah blah... I just had to rant a little. I just wish happiness was easier to come by and you didn't have to work hard for it.

Or maybe you don't need to work that hard for it, you just need to let the happiness in instead of being so bitter all the time.

I think I lack sunshine, for one, but I also need to keep myself busy, so I'm not always thinking about these things.

I had this idea of a little hobby to do the other day... go to different spots in the city and write letters to people. I like writing, and I don't think it's too difficult to write personal letters. It'll help me improve my writing, I guess, because I want nice letters, not ugly grey ones.

Well, I think I wasted my post title this time. I wanted a big post talking about loneliness and the way our society is set up so that we're all split apart and only to come together in times of dire need... but I guess that'll be for another time.

I am not content at all with my loneliness.

Another late night

Ah, how easy it is to stay up late when you have an endless supply of electricity and a computer that's ready to guzzle it all up.

Seriously, I need to be going to bed earlier. It's not healthy... at all. I don't generally lack sleep because I can sleep in a lot, but I'm not physiologically adapted to staying up late during the night. Maybe generations from now, we'll be able to see in the dark and sleep during the day or during the night, whichever you choose.

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Someday, I'm going to write more of my theorycrafting down. I mean, I dream of a different society, a tribal society. I've been thinking about it a lot lately - why are things the way they are right now? Why does money exist? Why are there buildings made of concrete everywhere? Why are roads and cars and vehicles everywhere? Why do I buy food at a grocery store instead of at a farm? Why are some people richer than others?

I mean, all those questions have answers at face value... but behind them lies an even greater question: Why do we live the way we do? You can examine history, and you can arrive at a historical answer, but that only explains how things happened, not necessarily why they had to happen.

I have lots of theories. I don't spend enough time developing them in my head because I consume myself with computers and books and trivial things like The Big Bang Theory on television. But I think I could really grow as a person if I took the time to think critically about some of my ideas. For example: I've had this idea in my head about other planets and alternate universes. I highly doubt that Earth is the only place in the entire universe inhabited by intelligent beings. It just seems so... pointless if we really are alone.

What if the earth is merely but a cell within a greater macro-organism? Wouldn't that be cool? Well, we'd kinda be a sick cell, but we'd be alive nonetheless. Maybe there are other cells around us that we cannot see that are always like "Hey! Humans on earth! Wake up! You're killing your cell and giving us cancer over here with your pollution and destruction!".

Maybe I need to find some people who can help me develop my crazy ideas. Wouldn't that be fun? Arriving at a consensus about our place in the universe with other people? But the more I think, the more I am filled with doubt about my ideas. But at least I get more ideas.

Here's another idea: Technology is dividing us, not uniting us. Well, for some people. I guess I don't really use my cellphone much. And Facebook doesn't really help me feel better about myself.

Oh, I don't know anymore. Sometimes I think I just ramble late at night because I have nothing better to do. At least school is keeping me somewhat busy.

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Caught in the rain

Today I went to class in a t-shirt in bright sunny weather and came out of class greeted by a torrential downpour. I proceeded to travel under the cover of the trees to eventually end up in the subway system completely soaked. And I didn't mind one bit! I love the feeling of rain on my skin.
In places like Toronto, the rain is just a mild inconvenience, really. It kind of annoys me when people complain about the rain. The earth is a beautiful place and rain is one of the things that makes life possible.

There's a second reason I like the rain: I was supposed to do yard work today, but it was not possible to do so because of the rain, so I had a fantastic excuse to slack off.

Il faudrait vraiment que j'écrive en français plus souvent. J'écris très, très rarement dans ma langue maternelle et je regrette ne pas avoir pratiqué mon écriture plus souvent. Je trouve qu'il faut que je cherche mes mots, et mon vocabulaire, comparé à mon vocabulaire anglais, manque de flair.
Malheureusement, je n'ai pas beaucoup de lecteurs qui parlent français et c'est donc dur de trouver de la motivation pour écrire. Les seules fois que j'écris en français, c'est pour communiquer avec de la famille sur Facebook... Et même là, c'est pas beaucoup de mots.

J'aimerais tellement écrire comme René Descartes, ou même Rousseau, ça serait vraiment illuminant comme écriture. Leur métaphores et leur façon d'expliquer des concepts souvent embrumé dans le monde théorique est vraiment fascinant et ils sont une source d'inspiration créative pour moi.

C'est vraiment dommage que la langue française se pert dans un monde anglophone. Je suis convaincu que cette langue a plein de choses que la langue anglaise ne pourra jamais remplacer. Mais malheureusement, je n'ai pas de raison de conserver cette langue de mes propre moyens: je ne communique qu'avec la famille en français.

Peut être devrais-je aller visiter la France? J'aimerais bien être un philosophe français et avoir de la sagesse pour règler les problèmes sur terre.

Cette cage linguistique m'ennuie.

À la prochaine!

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Something similar

Courtesy of XKCD:

Sometimes, I get lost in the regular universe too.

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Conservatives kill Katimavik

And I'm not happy at all. Katimavik is such a strong foundation for me. The nine months I spent all around Canada were the best of my life. And it wasn't because we partied all the time - we worked our asses off 5 days a week, not counting all the events we did on weekends. Oh, and we got "paid" 3 dollars a day. Slashing the program for economic reasons is completely absurd.
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I have SO much content to write about! Maybe it's because of the spring time, but I'm pretty happy these days AND I have the time to write on my blog a lot.
Well actually, that's a lie. I have a big research essay due in a couple weeks, and I have to start it. I'm already behind on it. It's my first big university essay, and it's a pretty general topic - Native American culture and survival in the 20th century. But there's a lot of information to digest, so my blog might have to go to the side a little bit. I'll see how it goes.
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This article here is very interesting. I don't usually like economists (and by virtue of extension, capitalism), but it's a good source of information on the wide impact that Harper's budget has on the labour force.

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/report-on-business/economy/economy-lab/the-economists/ottawa-killed-katimavik-and-missed-boat-on-youth-jobs-strategy/article2395726/

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Words are Necessarily Important

Hey! Another one of my vlogs if you're sick of reading about my life.
It kinda relates to the post before the last one.

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The Art of Blogging

or, Why I Decided to Stay Up Late to Write About My Blog.

The good news is that I've just taken a cocktail of naturopathic medicines that will knock me out in a bit, so this post is timed in its length. If you see a bunch of nonsensical sentences near the end, you'll know why.

So here I am, after many years of having contributed on an almost monthly basis to my precious little project. Indeed, this place is one of the rare undertakings I have kept in my life for any length of time.  Most of my other "projects" - such as scouting, shamanism, origami, duct tape creations etc. - have been left in the dust because I have the attention span of, well, someone who doesn't like to spend time doing things over and over again.

I will admit that some of my blog posts can be quite a bore - especially the long winded rants about why I  sometimes hate life and the universe and other people, but I feel I can only get better the more I write. I hate to admit it, but practice, to an extent, does make perfect... whatever perfect means.

There are many patterns in why or how I write that I find almost fascinating. For example, I tend to blog more often when I'm feeling sad, depressed, melancholic, lonely, discouraged, forlorn - take your pick, they're all lovely words. It seems that if I'm having a really good time, like when I was in Halifax in 2010, I just don't feel the need to spread the joy through my words online.

There are exceptions to these trends. Just because I write often doesn't mean I'm particularly depressed or anything. If I'm feeling very, very angry about something I've witnessed or experienced (e.g. my anti-capitalism, anti-Facebook rant), my blog, instead of Facebook or the phone, is usually my go-to place. But I find I don't get livid easily, so I don't have that many angry posts.
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I don't really receive much criticism, as comments are few and far in between, but I feel I have a general sense on how to improve the readability of A kaleidoughscope of writings. It's simple, really. Have interesting things to talk about. Of course, what I find fascinating and what my semi-private audience finds fascinating are very, very different. (On a side note, I really wish more of you would comment, or even link to your own internet domains, blogs, whatever! I'm even willing to *shudder* visit your Tumblr as long as there aren't too many ADD-seizure-inducing gifs plastered all over the place).

But I do tend to lack content, a real subject matter to discuss and to explore in any sort of depth. But it's never been my goal to make this blog a politicized, controversial debacle full of people with hardcore opinions, like you find on so many of the popular domains nowadays. I'd describe this place as a mix of the easy-going and often humorous nature of Yahoo Answers with the somewhat more professional content-filled blogs like BoingBoing, with a dash of XKCD-inspired self-referencing wittiness.

I also made the choice not to monetize my blog. I don't think I ever will unless I'm really, really desperate for cash; or if I make a cool partnership with a business that won't alienate my precious audience with ads about bathtubs and useless gadgets.
I was actually offered a "partnership" with a big online retailer a while back who would send me free stuff if I reviewed some of their products on my blog. I admit, I was tempted at first, but I didn't need the stuff anyway, so I thought "Why bother writing about boring things that no one needs anyway when I spend half the time ranting about how consumerism is killing our planet...".
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So what influences my writing? Well, I guess all the books that I've read help me to write with more confidence, as it's easier to place words in a sentence when you've read hundreds of thousands of them. I have a few favourite authors (read: "favourite" means that I've read at least a few of their various works), such as Kenneth Oppel, C.S Lewis, Bryan Perro, and a few of the fancy philosophers like Descartes, Kierkegaard and Kant; they really know how to make me feel like a smart cookie. But personally, I think I've finally found my sweet spot, the perfect setting that gets me to sit down and write a blog entry:

• a late-hour (after midnight is usually best)
• having taken a long, winding walk through the darkened city streets (I find a lot of my blogging ideas just pop up when I'm wandering Toronto pondering life)
• a smidgeon of alcohol (tonight, it was a bit of tequila and a beer later on)
• a small desk lamp that illuminates my desk and the piles of fancy books that lie beside it for school
• smooth jazz playing through my speakers
• a few puppets and origami to keep me company

What a poet, am I right?

If the above conditions are met, I usually bust out some pretty epic posts.

I also like to write when I'm high on various totally legal (insert hacking cough here) substances, but I find that my writing tends to lack clarity. I sometimes have to erase entire posts because my brain hurts after reading a couple sentences when I wake up the next day...

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I really do feel like this blog has helped me out immensely. I used to think that blogging was not very therapeutic, because at the end of the day, they're just pixels on a screen. But being able to look back on what my life was back in, say, 2007, is pretty nifty; I'm kind of proud of having pushed myself to write when sometimes I didn't feel like it at all. It's also really awesome that a couple of my friends have started their own blogs, mayhaps because of my influence (I like to think that...).

In my opinion, blogs are much more conducive to "good" social relationships online. Facebook blends everything together and there's just way too much information to really care about any one person for very long because before you know it, a dramatic status update has captured your attention. Personal blogs, like mine and my friend Kate's that I linked just above are a much more interesting look into someone's life and you can really get a sense of what they're passionate about from reading a couple entries. Pictures on Facebook and years of status updates are just too... impersonal for me to really care about much.

Well, it looks like my lovely flower essences are kicking in and ZZZZZZZZZZZ-

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Dreams and other pretty words

Why are there certain words that we just like more?
I sometimes get complimented on my majestic (and often ill-used) vocabulary and when it comes to archaic words, I see no reason for them to die off simply we've come up with more "hip" words like "tweeting".

It would be machiavellian of me to start listing off random words without proper introduction to them but I feel that this is sometimes almost necessary, considering the sheer amount of hashtag nonsense we see today from the younger generation.

Jeez, I sound like an old man (which I never, ever want to be) with my general ranting on today's youth. But it's true - I really like words, both english, french and maybe a select few other languages that hold a special place in my heart. Words allow us to convey things to each other - it's such a basic principle that we embrace in our lives and sometimes forget to take care of. But in today's modern world, we've emphasized speed over comprehension and it doesn't seem like very many people care about writing properly - which is insidious to our ancient linguistic roots.

Personally, I feel my life would be more meaningful if I received texts in proper grammatical form and especially with proper spelling. I make an effort to write out my texts because I just... love the way they look.
Something about having numbers and random symbols just turns me off.

I think this is why I might be minoring in Linguistics. Either I've been raised to love words (having one too many translators in this house) or I somehow developed an attraction to them in school.

How do you feel about words?
This post was rather academic.
Maybe it should go to my university...
I don't know, I felt like writing something since it's been a while.

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K & The Internet

Once upon a time, in the depths of my past memories, I was an average 14 year old who went to school, got decent grades, and played video games with friends when not busy being a boy scout.
I also spent a monstrous amount of time surfing the internet - back then, we had just gotten a new DSL connection, and I could spend unlimited amounts of time connected to the modem without tying up the phone line.

I quickly discovered many ways to connect with people, and one of them was a particular chatroom I had found by googling (or, back then, "Altavista-ing) "chatroom". Of course, there were your regular people, mostly teenagers around my age (I hope!) discussing music, movies and your run-of-the-mill teenage banter. There were the creepers, who were sending countless number of private messages to the girls just to see them naked.
And there was me.

I don't really know why I was there in the first place. I guess it's because I felt a little lonely and I loved how easy it was to just start up a conversation with someone. I didn't even have to start the conversation with "hello". I usually came up with slightly punny introductions that would get me weird looks were they uttered face-to-face. Some of the people I messaged thought I was weird nonetheless, but once in a while, I would find someone who would reply with an equal amount of wittiness and I knew I'd found someone special.

Usually, the conversation would go on for a while before the inevitable question would pop up: "Do you have MSN?". Because, well, once you disconnected from the chatroom, you were likely fated to never see or hear from these people again, unless you were a regular.
Either way, MSN was always a constant. You could always depend on MSN Messsenger. The smiley selection was just... so appealing, and the introduction of voice clips in my later teenage years only furthered my adoration for this communication medium.

So, during one of my many 321Teenchat escapades, I met a girl named K. from New Zealand. She is one of my -original- internet friends, and I've known her for seven years to this day. SEVEN YEARS! And I've stayed in touch on and off with her for those seven years. I think I just loved the fact that she was from New Zealand, and I would always beg her to use her microphone to talk to me because I desperately wanted to hear her sweet accent.
K., being a wise and rather shy girl, never did such a thing... until two days ago.

I heard her voice for the first time after seven years of "knowing" her. Since we'd been Facebook friends for a while, she took the initiative to use the new Facebook video chat and actually gave me a call, and we had so much to talk about!
Unfortunately, it was around 4 am and I REALLY needed some sleep.

My conversations with her usually ended at such a time because I was always up late talking to her and I eventually needed to go to bed. She would rarely be on at normal conversational times for me, say, 9 pm, and so I would stay up late just to talk to her because her time zone was very strange indeed.

I have many, many other internet friends, but K. is probably my most ancient, and I do hope to see her someday. We're both mature enough now to actually travel the world without feeling awkward about it.

Anyway, this was what was on my mind today - let's hope my Saturday will be filled with fun-filled adventures and real-life socialness.
Hah...
Yeah right...
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2019-09 update: Removed first name for privacy reasons.

Free writing: #1

New rules: I am not allowed to use the backspace.

Doctor doctor, what is wrong with me? Why can'tI seem to find the right words for my expressions?

Why do you ask so many questions? Why do I sak myself countless number of questions only to find that nothing has changed.

Do you have a purpose for this words? Will people stop reading once they see that I don't write with eprfect accuracy?

It's actually really difficult to write without automatically pressing the backspace button; I'm so used to using it because I contantsly reainvent what I want to write to make my meaning omre clear.

I can't seem to be the epsonn I want to be... let me try that again (I am not a printer). I can't seem to find to be the person Iwant to be. I try for a little while, i try and follow the decrees but I can't keep up with all of them. I still can't sleep at a reasonable hour; I prefer to dull my brain with massive amounts of internet information before bed at around 2 am instead of actually taking care of my health and following nature's indedtend sycle of sleep.

This is a tortorus blog to write. THe isspelled words are nagging at me like a moqsquito draining y life blood. I breathe and write as as supplementary  way of feeling good about myself. OH THIS IS too difficult! Please let me use the backspace! No, trules are rules.

Living life oh my... jeez, ths is really difficult. Well, it's just like life itself, there's no backspace in time, so I better know what Im doing. I shoul d wtirte faster and faster; on second thought, nevermind, then my writing won't even be legible.

Did I have something important so say? Not really; I'm only writing these lines to get rid of the creative energy that flows through yym veins right now. There's no mutch left. It'd bea easier to feel content writing these lines if my fellow bloggers blogged as much as I do, butg I have yet to find a friend who has withstood the test of time with their blog. They quit, they come back, ( I just cheated there, I used the backspace twiece), but it'S still a lonely place on this blog. Who am I writing to? I'm not writing to anyone; I'm writing to myself so that in my future, Iwill see what I was thinking at the past.

Oh there goes my grammar too... oh dear oh dear, this will not do. I just wish I had more and mroe haobbies and that they didn't reolvele around being near a computer for any length of time. I can't imagine my life without a computer, itS' kinda scary. I mean, I've lived for a computer for a while, so it'S definitely doable... it's just I don'T do it because it's so much... fun? No it's not fun, computers aren't a fs fun as they used to be. I remember when I was little, because I had a windows 3.1, I remember playing with a toucan and him teaching me words.

That was sall so long ago. What happened tow riting? Why do we tweet so much? Why is Facebook so BIG? When's the last day I didn'T check facebook?% Why why why why.

Oh I have so many uquestions, I just wish people would give me answewrs sometimes.

OKAY I FEEL LIKE EATING JUNK FOOD. I do not want to cheat I do not want to cheat I do not want to cheat.

I think I need more pictures on this pblog, to make things colorful. OH GOD, NO, I SPELLED IT THE AMERICAN WAY. THis is my demise.

I want friends. I should wget that cellphne...

Emails no longer mean anything apparenly. Ou can't oraganize things without a cellphone, I'm out of the loop, I could be outside with a friend right now. I am locked away insid e a basement writing words that seem to follow a vague if not distant structure . I hope my witing isn'T too drab.

I'm at 0$5%.

Summer will help.

Sitting in a room

With big brown wooden walls, with fake rainy sounds coming from wood-and-plastic perfectly rectangular speakers.
Sitting on a chair with plastic armrests, staring feebly at a 23-inch rectangle that flashes different colours if I press different buttons.
There is an obsidian black lamp that shines artificial sodium light in the darkness of the much-too-late hour of two AM.
Beside this light is a bookshelf filled with what was once pulp from a tree somewhere in the world, probably the amazon.
But back to the table, where the rectangular screen glares at me menacingly, lies another plastic device that, when moved, makes pixels activate in such and such a manner.
Beside this plastic device is, you guessed it, a plastic board with keys on it that, when pressed, darken a pixel and make the patterns of light on the screen change somewhat.

There are objects strewn around the off-white desk that make the place look messy, but not pig-styly. Perhaps the only natural looking thing is a djembe drum about the height of a coffee table that does not seem to fit amidst all the fake plasticky things and that, when struck, booms out and resonates through all the corners of the underground room in which I find myself in.

Where did nature go? I miss her.
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Gabriel - Lamb

I can fly
But I want his wings
I can shine even in the darkness
But I crave the light that he brings
Revel in the songs that he sings
My angel Gabriel

I can love
But I need his heart
I am strong even on my own
But from him I never want to part
He's been there since the very start
My angel Gabriel
My angel Gabriel

Bless the day he came to be
Angel's wings carried him to me
Heavenly
I can fly
But I want his wings
I can shine even in the darkness
But I crave the light that he brings
Revel in the songs that he sings
My angel Gabriel
My angel Gabriel
My angel Gabriel 

Free speeching: Segment the fifth

Oh shiz, here we go, let's take a journey!
Tell me Gabriel, do you get influenced by the music you listen to when you write these things?
Oh yes, I sip gin & juice and let loose, letting my fingers do the walking on my sexy grey keyboard that I picked up a few years ago on the sidewalk in the neighbourhood. I once tried to burn the cable with a lighter because I thought it was possessed by California Girls.

I think California Girls, the song, is a mind-control technique aimed at getting people over to California to bring tourism. I don't think every girl in California is a daisy duke. I will deny them.

I should continue my music balancer blog, where I try to even out the music. What counters Katy Perry is Arcade Fire, so let's go see what the suburbs are up to.
INTERVENTION. With the little triangle, it goes "ding ding ding!".
I probably need to be a little careful, because if what I write is complete and utter nonsense, Google might decided to delete this entry because their spam-detector will be hitting the fan.

Rant rant rant? Okay, twice now I've tried unsuccessfully to pick up a mediocre 50 dollar cheque from this big office downtown for work that I did for them... what could I possibly do with a 50 dollar cheque, you might be wondering?

Well, most of my money these days goes to buying food when I don't have time to pack a lunch, which is a terrible expense. But I'm trying to save it for something or another, maybe some origami paper... or maybe I should invest it somewhere, that would be the wise option. Unfortunately, 50 dollars isn't very much - oh sure it is, it can buy you a hundred burritos in Nicaragua.

But when will I make it to Nicaragua? I really should find a job here first, so I can save my money and go places and do things that normal young adults usually do at this age, because that's what I want to do - just be your average regular everyday normal guy. The other day, I was with some friends and I asked this girl to "Call me maybe", and it's the closest I've really ever come to asking a girl out, except that one time at Starbucks when I walked in wearing my Birkenstock knockoffs and straight up asked for her number.

I think she was just being nice when she said "Sorry, I'm taken, but you made my night!". What, did I make your night because I may or may not have been at your standard of what you look for in a guy?
Well, it doesn't matter to me, because my theory of relativity (I still have no clue what Einstein's is) states that eventually we all will find our missing half, somewhere in the universe. If not in this universe, well, then in a parallel universe where things might be different and necessarily better.

I should share my deep philosophical theories on here more often, like my spectrum theory that I use to shed light on why drugs are a good thing for humans and not altogether bad when placed in the right hands.

It's a lot easier to share theories when you have people who really truly care to listen, but because we're inundated with massive amounts of information everyday - through Youtube, Facebook, advertising billboards and sneaky marketing campaigns in subway stations (I'M LOOKING AT YOU, THE HUNGER GAMES), people really have no attention span anymore. It's terrible.

Yesterday was a fantastic day at Trinity Bellwoods park though, because I had my tarot cards with me and people were actually interested by them, and the two people who decided to get a reading were impressed by the answers they got! It really clicked with them, and I was really happy to hear that because I was doubting whether they would work with others or not.

So hey, it turns out that fairies really do exist, but I don't think they wear boots.