To Seeing the Invisible

Poetry has never really been an interest of mine, but this particular poem caught my attention. Embarrassingly, I probably would have never read it if it was not a Grey Goose advertisement . Nonetheless, I think this poem really captures a way of life I'd like to experience: A Toast To Eureka! To A Fundamental Shift To Asking What If? To Finding Out Why To So Crazy It Might Work To The Guts To Try To Seeing The Invisible To Attempting The Impossible To Finding Obstacles Inspirational To Outside The Box To Outside The Lines To Taking Small Steps To Being Ahead Of Our Time To Celebrating The Visionaries Who Move Us All Forward You may have noticed an underlying theme to this blog. This poem is the inspiration, and I wish to write this blog as an extension of this poem. These lines are a manifestation of a person who cherishes the idea of curiosity, holds the courage and patience to take risks, is humble in all regards, acts for the betterment of others, but above all else, these ...

As I mentioned before, this blog is written for my future self. For future convenience, I think it is a good idea to alias this phrase. From here on out, this blog is dedicated to Rachel. Why a girls name? I have no fucking idea. I can tell you 'Rachel' is a very sexy name though. Please excuse me, I am drunk. EDIT: I am pretty surprised I actually had the energy to actually post this that night (without any typos!). And now that I think about it, I like this proposal. From now on, I'm writing to you Rachel. Now all my posts will sound like love letters bahaha

Exactly a year ago from this date, a friend of mine showed me a very awesome idea. The idea consisted a taking a picture at 8:36pm every single day for an entire year. It's a restrictive project compared to the conventional "picture a day" project, in the sense that I don't get to choose what picture to take. This will not only serve a way to remember the year, but this could possibly help me understand what's truly important in my life. People will often say that their whole lives flashed before their eyes after they experienced a traumatic event. This sounds a bit morbid, but this idea really captured me. All these thoughts crossed my mind as I walked home from their place. Without thinking, I took my phone out to call another friend for some KingPin, and what do you know, it was 8:34pm. And thus it began. So now that I'm done, what's truly important , you ask? Well if you look at the album, my computer is what's truly important. This MacB...

Trance is such a beautiful genre. These past three months, I feel like I've discovered a large part of myself. I know that in so many levels this is a ridiculously naive notion, but I'm thoroughly convinced this is true. In a sense, how a precise frequency of sound can excite a wine glass, trance simply resonates with me. It's a fascinating thing, I can't pinpoint it--something about trance, it sends me out to places. It's like Kurosaki Ichigo finally attaining bankai or something...I feel that no other type of music can express so much emotion without any lyrics. I frequently find myself choosing trance over all other types of music I would normally listen to. These are pretty bold statements; I sound like an emotional preteen girl right now, but bear with me here. The interesting thing is, when I'm listening to this genre, I attribute only positive words. Words like 'appreciation' or 'respect' instantly spring into mind. It's not lik...

This is to that awkward moment when you buy tons of junk food from a store, and you get the feeling that the cashier is judging you. I really want to say that I dont give a crap about what you think, but obviously I do. Hey asshole, for all you know, I could be buying them for my friends, and 3 bags of Reeses Cups and a case of butter cookies is not an uncommon thing.