Stimulate your senses

The Big Medley begins; you hear the sound and it makes you feel alive.
Watch your fingers glide across the screen and feel that space cadet glow.
You're confused but you keep going; there's nothing to stop you except for your hyperactive mind.

Listen to the sound and let the waves penetrate you.
Smell the ecstasy; taste the reality.
Feel your way through your bubble.
And when it bursts, find yourself in a whole new world filled with nervous expectations.

You are no longer idle. You are free from the chains that have kept you hidden below for so long.
The world is no longer your oyster; it is your ocean. And as the waves crash all around you, realize your potential.
You are finally alive.

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Le mur glacial

Quand les gens se mettent à en empiler un peu trop sur mes épaules, il est venu temps d'ériger le mur glacial. N'importe quel mur ferait, mais le froid absorbe toute négativité et redirige cette energie vers la terre, pour enfin aboutir dans le néant. Malheureusement, l'énérgie positive se fait rediriger aussi et donc la possibilité de me faire réconforter diminue drastiquement.

Qu'importe. Le mur m'apporte une certaine serenité, ce qui m'aide à faire face à mes problèmes en toute tranquilité; sans l'énérvement continuel des autres, mon potentiel s'agrandit. Je me fous de ce que les autres pensent pendant que mon mur me protège. Il est là pour me garder sain et sauf, et rien ne peut le percer.
Sauf une arme. Mais pour l'instant, cette arme est dormante, cachée avec une amie qui ne sait pas encore l'utiliser convenablement.

Donc, mon monde m'appartient. Rien ne peut le déchirer. Il faudra du temps pour que l'écume des vagues finissent par m'attraper.

Republic of Heaven

THE GOLDEN COMPASS/HIS DARK MATERIALS SPOILER ALERT.

I want to write it all. I want it to keep going forever - there can't be an ending. If there were, there would be no point to existence. I want them to see that what they've done so far is the very beginning and there really is no reason they can't meet again. Secretly, they know this.
The laws of the universe are unchanging they say, but bending them is not a sacrilege, especially if you're talking about love.

But where do I start? The task is monumental. I'm sure others have tried. Some with more experience, some with less. And the fact that the end of The Amber Spyglass leaves me in shambles and tears for a few minutes gives me reason to believe it's all real. No one has ever been able to define any reality, let alone mine. I can do it. I can't do it alone. But I can do it.

I'm not out for the money. I've never, ever been out for the money. Taking it isn't the same as wanting it though, and if it allows me to flourish by assuring my basic needs, then it will be welcome.

The spectres will return. If not the ghastly horrors depicted in The Subtle Knife, then a variant of them. For the darkness is always around, even if the light is stronger.
It will not be a children's book. It must be adapted, of course, but it wouldn't be right to expose the harshness to the youngins.

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An excerpt from my studies

So here I am, reading and studying through my Sociology textbook for my exam tomorrow.
I read pretty fast, and the language is usually not too complicated for me to understand.

But then I get to section III of my Reading Sociology book and I get stuck with this doozy: "Estimation of multilevel logistic regressions model parameters relied on iterative generalized least squares using a predictive quasi-likelihood method with second order Taylor expansion (PQL-2) (Snidjers and Bosker 1999)."

What. the. eff.

SKIP.

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I'm done my first full year at UofT tomorrow. Yay! This summer will be amazing; finally, a radical change from all the other shitty summers I've had.

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A new kind of sadness

I know what you mean. You think you're safe - you act like no one can ever get you down. You feel like you deserve more than what you've got.

Your sense of entitlement pushes you to step out of your boundaries - something you need to do.

And yet no matter how you try, you can't seem to get at what you want. You can be who you want to be, but if you're not really that person, then who are you really?

And so I remind myself that there's only only so much you can do before it all comes crashing down in front of you. The truth is glaring at you, and you can't see it because you're blinded by your own selfish desires.

So, try again. Keep telling yourself that you're right. It's okay. We're all right in our own way.

Here. I wrote this for you. Do you remember?

Safe in the light and dark that surrounds 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 is love.

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 physicality; the grasps that force you to act or behave a certain way.

A flower does not flourish without proper nourishment. When the flower flowers, its radiance shines through and heals the worst of pains - an aura of love.

Logic; or the art of trolling

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=febcuzbEO0Q

:)
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