back in december i was diagnosed with a potentially serious disease but against doctor’s orders, i managed to dodge treatment up until now. i had decided that i would not start treatment just so i could continue to drink with my friends in college. yes, im that stubborn.
now that i’ve left.. its time to give it up, just like everything else i’ve given up this year.
i’ve always known that becky and diandra have always been partners in crime, and i’ve always known that maia and danikka were just as close. but i have honestly got to say, from the pictures that have been posted throughout the summer, the four of you ladies together look like an AMAZING set of friends. by amazing i mean lord only knows of all the mischievious antics and memories that only the four of you can share together.. err.. something along the lines of that.
it makes me sad to think i that i cannot recall ever seeing all four of you together in one room. i miss all of you, hope all is well!
“The problem isn’t money, it’s us. For deep-seated psychological reasons, when it comes to spending money, we tend to value goods over experiences, ourselves over others, things over people. When it comes to happiness, none of these decisions are right: The spending that make us happy, it turns out, is often spending where the money vanishes and leaves something ineffable in its place.”—
Scientists in Oregon have developed a technique that could be used to prevent certain genetic diseases. They’ve demonstrated it in monkeys and are anxious to try it in people. The technique raises ethical questions, however, because it makes a permanent genetic change not just in an individual, but in all generations that follow.
(click the link above to read more..)
so i suppose this proves that the nucleus of a cell can function with the mitochondria of another, irregardless of non-matching nucleus-to-mitochondrial DNA (all mitochondria are passed on from mother to offspring if i remember my bio correctly). makes ya kinda wonder what genetic traits are inheritted from the maternal mitochondrial DNA, since those children obviously will be inheriting those particular ones from a surrogate mother if this works out to become the new cure for mitochondrial genetic diseases. CRAZY STUFF in the world of science
people might be born healthy, but from what i have come to understand, they will continue to destroy themselves; they ALWAYS seem to find a way.
we wanted to get from point A to point B faster, we invented trains, cars, planes, email, cell phones, and even cell phone + email. by product of this? STRESS, and a shit load of pollution and garbage.
it seems to be me that stress related health problems is one of society’s top culprits of death. we can be born with the best genetics, but if you dont take care of your mind, you’re simply just gonna drive your body to the hospital. we wanted to live longer, but now we’re over charging people for the chanceto live longer thru hefty drugs and insurance.
economically, just who the fuck is gonna be able to afford this shit. it aint like these folks will just set up a lemonade stand and shoot up colored kids on the block with this for free. healtcare at present, is a business, and i aint down with this. motherfuckers + shareholders will just get to make more money off of poor people and snort more cocaine before they die; same with their rich ass kids that simply wont die. now all these undying people are simply gonna make more money, take up more room, and “move” all the poor people aside. look at the history of any country and you’ll find proof of this; hell, currently rich people are buying up all the property in new orleans and the locals now have no place to live. in a perfect world you would give this to everyone, but this world is unfair, and i dont think it needs to get any more unfair.
besides, i dont think we’ve learned yet, quit fucking with nature.
then again, i probably have no right to say anything considering i haven’t gotten sick since the 8th grade.
A father passing by his son’s bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an Envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to ‘Dad..’
With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.
It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom, and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice.
But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it’s not only the passion…Dad she’s pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone. We’ll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy.
In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it.
Don’t worry Dad. I’m 15 and I know how to take care of myself.
Someday I’m sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.
Love, Your Son John
PS. Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at Tommy’s house.
I Just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than a Report card That’s in my center desk drawer.
Nick the Greek: Dunno. Seems expensive. Tom: Seems? Well, this seems to be a complete waste of my time. That, my friend, is 900 nicker in any store you’re lucky enough to find one in. And you’re haggling over 200 pound? What school of finance did you come from Nick? “It’s a deal, it’s a steal, it’s the Sale of the fucking Century!” In fact, fuck it Nick, I think I’ll keep it! Nick the Greek: All right all right, keep your Alans on! [Peels off notes from his wad] Nick the Greek: Here’s a ton. Tom, Eddie: Jesus Christ! Eddie: You could choke a dozen donkeys on that! And you’re haggling over one hundred pound? What’re you doing when you’re not buying stereos Nick? Finance revolutions? Nick the Greek: 100 pound is still 100 pound. Tom: Not when the price is 200 pound it ain’t! And certainly not when you’ve got Liberia’s deficit in your skyrocket. Tighter than a duck’s butt you are. Now, lemme feel the fibre of your fabric.
i was trying to study in the study lounge at school today but i couldn’t get rid of this fat headache on the right side of my head. sooo…
i tried closing my eyes and taking deep breathes.. but it was too loud and it only made me focus on the headache even more.
i tried going online to look at shoes and clothes… didn’t work.
i tried looking at pictures of girls posted on askmen.com with my laptop… well it got my blood rushing for a few minutes.. but i still had a headache.
finally i couldn’t take it anymore, i drove home without any music cuz my head was already pounding by then. then i decided to just take my bike out for a ride with my ipod, and after riding hard for about 20 min on the road and 15 min on a dirt path next to a levee, i think all the adrenaline and oxygen finally reached my brain.
“Today, I interviewed a woman who is terminally ill. “So,” I tried to delicately ask, “What is it like to wake up every morning and know that you are dying?” “Well,” she responded, “What is it like to wake up every morning and pretend that you are not?” MMT”—makesmethink.com (via joannotations)
hot damn. only a week since i’ve been back at home in stockton. i must admit, many of the changes have been rather extreme.
1) i go to community college, the people are a complete 180 from ucsd. not to mention that school for me starts at 7am everyday. oh dear.
2) i sleep in a bed! its been nearly two years since i’ve had to sleep on a set bed. i LOVE sleeping on the floor, i really do. but since there is already a bed here, i might as well try to sleep on it. its a work in progress.
3) in community college they take attendence right? every time they call out “Andrew” i feel a part of me dying as i painfully mutter the word, “here.” with at least 3 classes a day, i’ve already been referred to as “Andrew” 13 times this week… fucckkk..
i had wondered a few months back, could i simply turn off the raging “andyweezy?” apparently i have, and i say that a life different from what i had in sd is still a life worth living well. being able to eat with my mom and sister every night is something that i’ve learn to enjoy, knowing that we can provide each other with the kind of company we hadn’t really had for 4 years.
today, i met another recent graduate at the college who said to me, “you left san diego to come back to stockton!? what were you thinking!? theres absolutely nothing here.” i agreed, and simply smiled. there is absolutely nothing here, except family. once i acknowledged that, then i began to appreciate the fact that there was a lot for me here, just not the same lot that i had before.
im feel fortunate enough to have the mental health to tackle each day with high spirits. perhaps i just simply redirected all that energy i had before in sd into living this life the best that i can, which surprisingly, is enough; who knows. but what im set on for now is this.
second, dude, i totally was almost about to end my last paragraph with a tyler durden quote about self-improvement/masterbation, glad we were on the same wave-length.
i also shared this same strange inability to see any future version of myself post-high school, believing my life wasn’t meant to go past young adulthood. i half-assed my way through freshman year as well, and tried desperately to have something to believe in, which is why i went from wanting to major in studio art, to psych, to nursing, to pharmacy, to human bio, to maybe vis-arts, and finally to neuroscience with an intention to do pharmacy school. thank god i’m a transfer.
anyway, i wonder sometimes if my not-seeing the future stemmed from a recurring dream about dying i had since i was 12 years old, where i dreamt of myself at my age now being on an ominous beach as a ginormous tsunami came to overtake me and a mysterious girl in white. i had no notion of the beach at 12, considering i’d lived half of my life in the bronx and the other half in sacramento up to that point, and don’t know how such imagery could have come over me, but there was always this feeling like this was how it would end. this dream would happen over and over in my childhood, and each time i was trying desperately to save this girl in white, but time and again the wave would break on us, and i would wake up in a cold sweat.
then one february day, on one of my first trips down to san diego with my ex-girlfriend (the year before i came to UCSD), i saw the same beach from my dreams so long ago. she came with me to shores to spend our final moments together. as she walked out in front of me wearing white, the vision of that almost forgotten dream was illuminated before me, and i have never been the same person since. all the parts of me i knew before that day were left on that beach. i reinvented myself, beginning with the day i officially moved to San Diego.
i’ve been reading about your exploits at Delta, and it takes me back to my sophomore year of community college. i used to live on 3733 San Marco Dr off Morada Lane, and worked at the American Eagle at the mall and Hollywood Video across from the Long’s Drugs (assuming its still there). Whenever i met new people at Delta, they used to always say “you’re not from around here are you?”. i didn’t find happiness in living there until i met my ex-gf, the one from the story; she taught me everything i know about that small town. from what i know about you, i think its safe to say that you’re far too big for a town that small, Andy. i never quite understood how a place like that was able to make a guy so at-one with himself as you, and i regret not knowing you then (i think you were in your senior year circa ‘05-06..?). then again, neither of us would have been ready.
sometimes you meet certain people who have a profound affect on you; i never made a dramatic farewell (though i wanted to) when you left SD, simply because i knew deep down our paths were meant to cross again my friend. wish ya coulda couch-surfed at my pad a bit longer this summer, but i’m happy for the time that ya did. if i should end up at UOP for grad school like i always planned, betta believe you’re the first person i’m calling to kickit.
all the best, weezy
i apologize, no bowl to be smoked, but very very profound nevertheless. im lost for words but simply put, but im thankful that we can continue to connect on such levels.
thanks phil-time, we’ll cross paths again soon.
..im still stuck on how amazingly profound this post is to me.
“Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don’t you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can’t think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you’re supposed to read? Do you think every thing you’re supposed to think? Buy what you’re told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned- Tyler.”—Fight Club
so while i’m buzzin on this very very good wine from Bordeux and some elegant cheese, c/o Tong, i must admit that even though i always envisioned myself from childhood as one day becoming a incredulous wine-drinking romantic, its slightly disappointing to note that at the moment, i’ve grown to be anything but. i was watching chappelle show ealier, and he had a skit about how everyday situations would be different depending on if he was his 18, 24, and 30-something year old self. looking at myself now at 23, I had this notion that i’d be a lot more refined. i imagined a closet full of sports jackets, polished wing-tips, vintage-fitted dress-shirts, an admirable bookshelf of hardbound classic novels, perhaps a pretentious roadster in the garage; i’m still everybit of that beer guzzling, hard-alcohol knockin-back college hooligan i thought i’d grow out of by now.
maybe its just a lot harder to have anything to show for yourself these days. maybe i’m jus not trying as hard as i used to.
when i was about 12, i internalized the belief that my self-destructive behavior that i was so habituated to would not allow me to live past the age of 25. hence, i never ever had thoughts about the kind of person i would be when i grew up because i’d simply be dead. that belief, did not fully leave me until about my second year of college (hence, why i never bothered studying my first year of college haha).
a few months ago i formed a habit of looking at my lifestyle thru the eyes of my 3rd grade self, asking myself, if i were back in my 3rd grader self, and i knew what i would become some day, would i be afraid of the future? on most levels, i dont think i as a 3rd grader could possibly comprehend what it really meant to look down on my own hands to find cuts and bruises with no backstory, a bottle opener ring, raver and skull bracelets; open my own pockets to find lighters, knives, pipes, tabacco paper; enter my beat ass car to find a radar detector, numerous outdated traffic tickets, several letters from court, empty beer bottles, smell of alcohol and smoke, ash and bottle caps in the cupholders.. come to think of it, damn, i wouldn’t need to be in the 3rd grade to be concerned about a lifestyle like this LOL. (this was several months ago. college, mind you)
on one hand, the childhood notion that i wouldn’t live for very long probably drove me to live life as if it really were ending soon, leading me to live life on edge (exciting =]). on the other hand, i would never trade in the life i had for a more ‘refined’ lifestyle, but thats just me and my crude gutter taste self speaking, which i will maybe hopefully better-late-than-never grow out of in due time.
Tyler Durden: Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction…
today i ws stopped at an intersection on a red light; perfect oppurtunity to drink some mountain dew. in that instance, while im downing the mountain dew, i see a cop car fly by and i gagged and spewed out a mouthful of soda.
guess i’ve already developed a physical reflex to the sight of cops haha.
first day of school, i couldn’t figure out how to access the school wifi and after looking for a few min, i saw a window with the words “Information Services” above it so i got in line.
after about 5 minutes.. the line wasn’t moving, and i looked around and realized that everyone standing in line was either holding a baby or baby bags…. and people were talking about the service getting canceled…??
"huh??" i look up at the sign again, "Infant Care Information Services."
I was talking to a dentist who lives there; never before had I seen a house with a panaromic view of the pacific ocean. The things that he talked about was simply inspiring. He made his knowledge of art, history, social science, and travel like a new flavor of mountain dew that I just had to have. The way he talked about the world and his travels made it seem like the world was simply his playground and the stories he shared made me feel like an amateur when it came to adventures around the globe, how could I have been so short sighted; this guy made vegas seem like a joke when he described the way a baby elephant in Thailand tracked down a traveler who had hidden a banana in her bag, then waved it cheerfully in circles with its trunk before consuming it and dancing happily afterwards.
When I told him that I graduated from ucsd, he goes, “PHEW! Wow you’re something else.”
My response: (0_0’)
anyways, seatle has hands and feet down, the best chowder I have EVER had in my life. SF chowder is only famous cuz theres more tourist there, I swear my life by it.
This is for you, and the night owls, the nocturnal ones. Shadows, small during the day, mostly found under park benches and askew of a pair of shoes, but all encompassing and as big as existence when it’s dark out.
Whether it’s because you can’t sleep, or you just don’t want to. Whether you’re reading a novel or reading Wikipedia in the noble pursuit of knowledge, however second-hand or off-hand that knowledge may be (there’s still references at the bottom right?). Maybe watch a movie, or a sitcom, or even an infomercial about increasing your performance by up to 10%.
Yeah, some of us have work and school in the morning, or even both. But there’s a point where you stay up so late, you don’t care anymore, or the fact of the matter just doesn’t phase you really.
During the day people say we’re lethargic, out of it, and zonked out, but really we’re just waiting for the night, ‘cause it’s our time. We’re not necessarily lacking sleep, though we do always feel like we never get enough, whether we sleep for 4 or 14 hours. We’re not slow, we just make every movement thought-out and deliberate, to save our energies for when the sun goes down and we go balls to the wall crazy.
That’s why old people go to sleep early, and young people sleep all day.
spent the last 30min jus in pure awe of ur tumblr (its fuckin 3:37am as of right now). next to the follow button should be an ‘applause’ one as well.
Thank you my good man. It makes me feel good knowing people actually read the stuff I type out in the dead of night with not enough sleep and too much time on my hands.
Sometimes I get the feeling all people see on tumblr are the pretty pictures and the pleasant sounds, once they run into a great wall of text they kinda just gloss over it.
WHOA WHOA WHOA.
on tumblr, for the most part, i perfer the text. most pictures, to be honest, dont really touch base with me on levels that reading the thoughts of someone can.
lately, i’ve been having trouble sleeping here in taiwan, it may be the jet lag, or my body just screaming for more action, or both. once i do get to sleep, i spend most of it running in my dreams; so it might be the latter.
(This is a relatively heavy blog and has been very difficult for me to write. If you do make it to the end, I hope it was worth your time and that you may have gained something from my experience.)
Following my previous typhoon post, I ended up staying in until the storm was supposed to subside. They (experts) said that it would be a medium sized typhoon, but what they didn’t anticipate was the worst flooding of Taiwan in over 50 years. Originally, in my previous blog, I had intensions to jog through the taipei with relatively heavy rain and wind before the storm. Little did I know that I would end up riding into the heart of disaster following the storm.
(backstory) Before coming to Taiwan, my dad had contacted my two aunts here asking them to take me to tainan to see my grandfather’s grave in shenhua, the deep rural south of the country where my father is originally from. They agreed and my cousin amy said that she would be coming with me since its really a rare occasion for people in Taipei to get off their busy schedule and find a reason to go south to visit their roots. We all agreed that we would go down by high-speed railway (HSR, I’ll use for short) on Saturday august 8th and be back Sunday august 9th.
Every year, Taiwan experiences several typhoons throughout the year, I had actually wondered why there wasn’t yet a typhoon this time around while I was here, but low and behold it occurred right before I was to head south. Originally we bought tickets to leave Saturday morning at 9am, but the ‘official’ typhoon arrived Friday night, and was supposed to be gone Saturday early morning. Because of the typhoon, the HSR said that they wouldn’t have any departing trains until 2pm; but by 11am that day; they announced that weather conditions were too severe to leave and there wouldn’t be any departures leaving Taipei until the next morning.
Sunday morning, 9am; we climb aboard the HSR heading south to tainan, the trip is supposed to take no more than 1h15m but really actually took 2h30m because of the ongoing storm that had never ceased. Later, we found that our 9am train was the only train that successfully reached tainan that day because the storm had gotten so severe then next train only made it halfway where it left all its passengers stranded without informing them any necessary information (including how long the train was to be out of commission; remember, this is a foreign country where normal expectations are not always granted.)
I am without words to describe the journey on the HSR going to tainan. While the first half of trip was spending reading, the second half of the trip was spent in sobering awe of nature’s destructive forces. It rained so terribly hard; it was as if the HSR was going through a car-wash itself, or as if someone had left four faucets running above each window. Typically, if I were to think of a flood, I’d picture a city street, up to your knees in water. This, however, looked like we were coasting the pacific ocean. In other places, it looked like we were coasting the florida marshes, with trees barely extending its leaves above the water; in some places palm trees averaging 45-50 ft only had its leaves 5 ft over the water. Most houses were nowhere to be seen; you could make out some factories along the railway where only the triangular tin rooftops peeked over the waves of brown water. Presumably, I had the best bird’s eye view of the floor cause there is no way any sane pilot would fly a chopper in that kind of a storm, and being one of the 200 few passengers that were able to travel south that day, I feel extremely humbled by the fact that I was able to witness such devastation (that sounded terribly wrong as I wrote it, therefore I ask that you please forgive me for my lack of better vocabulary or ability to express my thoughts.)
Once we got off the HSR, we got on the bus to take us to the tainan train station where we intended to take the regular train down to shenhua. There was heavy traffic there as most of the roads were flooded so all the cars were bottlenecked onto a single freeway. When we arrived at the tainan train station it was already past 12pm, we decided to have lunch with a cousin there before taking the train further south. After lunch, we said our goodbyes as she dropped us off at the train station but found that the trains had stopped running that day as well because all the railroads were still flooded and rain continued to pour as the day went on. Any attempt to reach shenhua by car was bound to be a fail because all the roadways were heavily flooded as well.
[I’d like to make a note of the train stations in the south. It struck me so odd that this was a semi-outdoor train station and it was leaking water everywhere leaving huge puddles that covered the floor, but I seemed to be the only one who noticed it (typically behavior of a tourist.) I think the best way to describe it would be to think of abandoned subway stations they portray in movies, like V for Vendetta, but not abandoned and used everyday.]
We called our cousin again and she picked she up and kindly decided to show us around tainan. There really wasn’t much to see because all the shops everywhere were still closed due to the storm. Most of the time I just observed all the trees which were torn apart by the storm that left branches all over the street, making it difficult to drive. In some cases entire trees were uprooted and roadways were still blocked off because no one had yet cleared the roads. In the city, some cars had been smashed by various debris and multiple motorcycles were flipped over. Many city signs, originally hanging from the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th floor had collapsed onto the street below.
Along the way, my cousin had received various phone calls from various people asking if she was okay and she ask in return if their homes had been flooded; many of them had. Then she asked me, if there were any typhoons in California; of course this is a very odd question for someone who knows California, but I understood at that moment, that I am simply very, very blessed. For my cousin and the millions of people living there, typhoon and its destruction is a fact of life you face several times a year; for someone living there, it may be impossible for someone to understand living a comfortable life in California where the only natural disasters we’re aware of occur primarily in the mid-west and east coast. She actually went on to ask if there were, in fact, any natural disasters that ever occurred in California. (Not think about this for a minute, when most of the world probably faces several disasters a year including drought, earthquake, typhoon, hurricanes, tornados, war, starvation, mudslides, etc., how often do Californians face these sorts of things?)
My aunts and my cousin amy received several concerned phone calls throughout the day, people who called had commented that we were, as they say in Chinese, “looking for death.” Taipei, apparently was the safest place to be, yet we had ventured into the south, the worst place to be at the moment. After joining another cousin of mine for dinner, we retreated to a hotel for the night, and decided to try the train tomorrow, hoping we could finally reach shenhua if the water levels would drop. We turned on the news when we got in to find that the flooding was much worse than we had previously thought.
The news had footage of entire 12 story buildings collapsing into the flood as if a bomb squad had taken out the base of the building; two-way highways breaking off into the water; people driving on segments of bridges that simply collapsed into the raging water, with no possible way to find those people; many families were displaced because they were given 5 minutes to jump on a truck before the water washed their house away an hour later; some villages were stranded because the only road system accessing their villages had ‘melted’ into the water; other villages of 800+ people had simply disappeared.
Early the next day, we decided to meet up with an aunt of mine here in tainan. She had recommended a place for breakfast, but it was actually closed, along with many other businesses in the city. Tainan city was rationing its water supply, so many food businesses would be unable to open up shop and stood to lose a lot of profit. You’re probably asking, why the city would ration its water supply when there is an ongoing flood? It’s rather quite simple, a city is bound to run out of clean water when a dirty floodwater pours over into the city’s clean water supply or simply destroys it. So now even people within the city are unable to run their own small businesses.
After breakfast at another place, we got to the train station, bought our tickets and finally made it to shenhua. My uncle there picked us up from the station and took us to see my grandfather’s resting place. It was a very eerie feeling, to have finally made it there. After all that we had heard and gone through, we knew that nothing could be certain that day; any route could still be flooded and we may or may not make it back to tainan or Taipei if conditions did not get any better. But it felt good having finally made it, and looking at the resting grounds, I was humbled by the fact that no matter what happens, death is certain, and for some reason, I felt comforted by that notion.
Not knowing how the unpredictable weather would affect transportation that day, we immediately went back to the train station to jump on the next train; hustled to the bus to take us to the HSR station, and jumped on the next HSR train back to Taipei. When we finally got back to Taipei 6 hours after viewing the grave, it was such a sigh of relief having finally made it back.
Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed every aspect of the trip including all the uncertainty that we had faced; whether or not we would be able to travel. I enjoyed spending quality-traveling time with my aunts and my cousin, as well as seeing relatives that I hadn’t seen in 14+ years. But as you can probably tell, I purposely left out the highly enjoyable parts because as they say in field research, I would lose my objective.
Now my objective was never to depress those who read it, and if you wanted to read this to be depressed then that is perhaps an unintentional result of me sharing with you my experience. But what I did want, was to describe in detail to you the destruction that I had witnessed. At this point, it would seem logical to go on about how lucky I am to live in California, or about how there are the fortunate and the less fortunate, or what implications upon my life this has made. But I beg to differ.
I suppose this is where I get to come up with my own views, thoughts, and opinions of the matter. The truth is, I don’t know how I really feel after seeing all of this. I’m not the sort of person to dwell on something like this for long because usually I come up with some rationale or explanation that I am willing to believe in. But after seeing this, I just feel empty. Part of me just says, “it is what it is, its not like you’re gonna do something about it,” and that’s the simple truth. I cannot try to make sense of something when I haven’t got the senses to do it in the first place. Nevertheless, I feel heavy and blessed to have simply walked into a disaster and walked back out. I guess that’s just the other side of tourism that they don’t usually tell you about.
its gonna hit taiwan hard tonight. everything is closed; schools, banks, stores (but not costco! they even had peking duck pizza in their food court) everyone has to stay home but man.. i just wish i could put on some pants and a hoody, turn on my ipod and go for a run a few blocks thru taipei in the storm, that would be idiotic but amazing nevertheless. sadly, and perhaps fortunately, theres no way people are gonna let me out the house with intentions like those haha.
on the other hand, i went to some used book stores yesterday. $85 worth of books for $22!!! definite score.
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden path or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.
initially, my transition towards a more simplified lifestyle began with my fear of people robbing me of my material possessions. (side effect of growing up in stockton) i told myself that if i placed high sentimental value on things that appear to have little monetary value then i wouldnt have to worry about people robbing me of my happiness.
then i began owning less things because i developed a fear and loathing of moving. i told myself that the less i owned the easier it would be for me to move when the time would come.
by my third year of college, i learned to organize most of my belonging in my closet in a manner so i could pack up everything i had and leave within an hour in fear of a some crazy incident or natural disater.
as of late, i began viewing my material possessions in light of, “is this going to help me advance thru life or is this going to slow me down?” what i’ve learned is great and all, but the truth of the matter is, there is a common theme within all of these phases that i’ve gone thru and that is none other than FEAR.
although intangible, fear has definitely possessed me and my thoughts in the past and i no longer wish to hold on it.
"What do you value most, your material possessions, or your priviledge to control your own thoughts?" - Napoleon Hill
"The essence of voluntary simplicity is a way of life that is outwardly simple and inwardly rich," without fear.