Monday, March 23, 2009

Interesting pics/ads






color picker concept by Park Jinsun



270,000 trees are flushed down the toilet or end up as garbage every day around the world



The best tic tac toe ever :)
photo by Erik Johansson & via



Omg creepy on a million levels.



I. Want. This. Shirt. [in a small pls] ha



I BELIEVE IN God ONLY I SPELL IT nature



Ha.





Nuff said;

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

WOW!WOW!WOW!

Today, writing an essay about conformity and objective facts inspired me to write my opinion and experiences through quotes of the wise. Ha. Pretty conformist, huh?

[i really should make my own quote!] [heyy! that could be a quote! lol]

"Opportunity's favorite disguise is trouble." --Frank Tyger
Wow!! If you really think about this.. I mean dig deep! What usually happens after a tragedy? An opportunity! What happened, reluctantly, after World War II?? The economy bursted with opportunities! The world war was cause for a successful contingency in the emerging job world etc! When something lamentable happens to you, it doesn't usually last forever. You're in love and it doesn't work out. You are heavyhearted and you're convicted in "never loving again". The next month, you meet somebody phenomenal. They sweep you off your toes with a silk broom and gently concoct a new love, stronger, and exceeding your past feelings for your previous love affair. Fate? Who the hell knows?
Here's another one... Whew!
"Beware the flatterer; he feeds you with an empty spoon." --Cosino De Gregrio
When someone is gassing your head up.. They want something. Something that will just benefit themselves in the long run. Seriously. It all leads to SELF BENEFIT. Unless you're one of those rare type people that genuinely want to just please everybody. Damn.
That's good for today. I have Shai's "If I ever fall in love" song stuck in this conforming/nonconforming head of mine.
Wait.. If ur not conforming.. then technically aren't conforming to not conforming???
--signing offfff! sasha! Photobucket

Monday, March 16, 2009

*i LOVE teresa;;

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Mind -> Hand

I recently recall a certain recognition. A recognition that I truly miss writing, because I'm even jotting down notes and I feel like rocks are being lifted off of my shoulders.

I can feel my hand yearning to coalesce with my mind. My psyche has an appetite, a thirst, that only a stanza can satiate. An emittance of goosebumps exudes from my spine. I can hear an intense recollection, a stampede of thoughts, preparing themselves for a new world. My notebook. My vitality suddenly revamps into an anecdote.