Rainy Day Brain Puke

I’m reposting this, from 2009.

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Hmm… scarcity, defined as “problem which arises from people having unlimited wants while there are and always will be limited resources”, is a word that has been constantly resurfacing in my thoughts in the last couple years.

I’ve been in Asia for over six months now, and I can nearly sense the repetitive cycle that I always seem to go through… I live a few hundred meters from the beach, the sun is always out, and there are always good people around; things I CRAVED while I was living in Vancouver. Then why do I feel, once again… unsatisfied? Am I too greedy? Does my expectation or definition of “fulfillment” gradually increases while I attain my current “wants” in life?

Ok, let’s say that happiness is measured in a barometer format, in which, obviously, the highest point of the bar is your most possible satisfied point and the lowest is your least. Does your “current happy point” in the bar always measure the same distance to your highest point, meaning that the abstract image of “happiness” or “fulfillment” keep getting bigger and better as you become more satisfied? Or is there an actual chance of becoming closer to it?

It could be that I’ve been ungrateful. Looking at the glass half empty when it’s half full. Or perhaps, it’s the rain’s subconscious effect on me.

In spite of all this low-tone brain puke, I can still say that this is probably the closest I’ve ever gotten to my highest possible point.

We’re seven days away from Christmas, and I really hope Santa has my new address!

Speak Your Mind

you have to speak the truth
you have to speak your mind
every time I speak my mind I’m lyrically critical
the pinnacle of being revolutionarily pivotal
beyond anything ever studied thats metaphysical
man fuck a minority, I’m not politically minimal
but obviously terminologies that are statistical
are manufactured to be unequivocally subliminal
transmitted by monopolized media visuals
so I riddle hypocritically pitiful criminals
habitually utilizing typical rituals
with false pretense in attempts to be spiritual
to individuals who believe in biblical miracles
instead of themselves, because they’re not thinking original
and the color of their skin makes them feel invisible
like microscopic miscarriages lynched wit the umbilical
only a fuckin imbecile would think their uncorrectable
cause your susceptible to becoming more than a spectacle
remember that your flesh your blood and your body are dissectable
i’ll beat you until you’re vegetable
and wake up in a hospital covered in poisonous chemicals
in a fetal position wit your face sewn to your testicles
thinkin that you were kidnapped by extraterrestrials
you got heart? I’m the blood that pumps in your ventricles
technique, I’m like ya soul nigga.. indispensable
with no respect for those that cower at the hour of revolution
cause the government owes my people restitution
instead of sedatives like cocaine and prostitution
conclusion is that you’ll have to violently silence me
cause I raid the airwaves of cutthroat piracy
in school my teachers blinded me
but now I can see
I’m mentally and revolutionarily free
broadening horizons about what my people could be
if we wasn’t set up to get shot locked or OD
you see families bleed because of corporate greed
and monopolizing weed is virtually impossible
so it wont be legalized and thats another obstacle
but I’m still rollin up pocket fulls of tropical
the governments involved directly so its unstoppable
like a nuclear rocket full of biochemical toxins that invade the ecological
improbable that the average intellect could understand
so I encrypted this into hip hop thats in high demand
and spread it through the ghetto of every city like contraband
stomp a man of any complexion with a devilish nature
cause I’m tryin to save the earth, but your just next in line to rape her

-immortal technique

Self Portrait

Road Trip!

Some photos of our road trip to the Sunshine Coast and Byron. We didn’t actually ended up surfing as the water was way too cold than we anticipated… but camping was fun anyway!

Jewelry Board

Like it?

Art Project No. 1

Didn’t turn out as well as I’d hope but it’ll do…

And So It Starts

Excited? I am!

Spaces

Sorry I haven’t been really sufficient with my blog updates. I’ve decided to smother you with photos (using iPhone camera + Instagram filters) and tell you what’s been going on in Anna’s world.

I’ve managed to mentally and financially pull myself together and did not end up living under a bridge. As a matter of fact, been settling in a beautiful, traditional Queenslander house very close to the city with the two most amazing people I met in Australia.

Since Oz is becoming more of a semi-permanent arrangement (sorry mom and dad), I’ve decided that I’m going to be committing myself into several fun, creative art projects to fancy up my living space that accentuates the charm of the old house. So far, I’ve only got a few ideas so I’m more than open to suggestion from you, my dear artistic friends.

I promise I will be more frequent with the blog posts so stay tuned for some upcoming fun stuff!

Dance with Me!

And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.” -Nietzsche

The Music Movement

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