tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137511352024-03-07T22:52:23.103-05:00digable Flowrants of an idiotvinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.comBlogger109125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-71688151326226769852013-07-08T11:27:00.003-05:002013-07-08T11:28:07.371-05:00playing with new brushes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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vinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-20587272721385859832013-05-19T03:33:00.002-05:002013-05-19T03:43:31.812-05:00Charles Cros - Scherzo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sourires, fleurs, baisers, essences,</div>
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Après de si fades ennuis,</div>
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Après de si ternes absences,</div>
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Parfumez le vent de mes nuits!</div>
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Illuminez ma fantaisie,</div>
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Jonchez mon chemin idéal,</div>
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Et versez-moi votre ambroisie,</div>
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Longs regards, lys, lèvres, santal!</div>
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Car j'ignore l'amour caduque</div>
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Et le dessillement des yeux,</div>
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Puisqu'encor sur ta blanche nuque</div>
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L'or flamboie en flocons soyeux.</div>
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Et cependant, ma fière amie,</div>
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Il y a longtemps, n'est-ce pas?</div>
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Qu'un matin tu t'es endormie,</div>
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Lasse d'amour entre mes bras.</div>
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Ce ne sont pas des choses charnelles</div>
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Qui font ton attrait non pareil,</div>
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Qui conservent à tes prunelles</div>
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Ces mêmes rayons de soleil.</div>
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Car les choses charnelles meurent,</div>
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Ou se fanent à l'air réel.</div>
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Mais toujours tes beautés demeurent</div>
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Dans leur nimbe immatériel.</div>
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Ce n'est plus l'heure des tendresses</div>
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Jalouses, ni des faux serments.</div>
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Ne me dis rien de mes maîtresses,</div>
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Je ne compte pas tes amants.</div>
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A toi, comète vagabonde</div>
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Souvent attardée en chemin,</div>
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Laissant ta chevelure blonde</div>
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Flotter dans l'éther surhumain,</div>
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Qu'importent quelques astres pâles</div>
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Au ciel troublé de ma raison,</div>
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Quand tu viens à longs intervalles</div>
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Envelopper mon horizon?</div>
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Je ne veux pas savoir quels pôles</div>
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Ta folle orbite a dépassés,</div>
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Tends-moi tes seins et tes épaules;</div>
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Que je les baise, c'est assez. </div>
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Smiles, flowers, kisses and essences, perfume the wind of my nights after such insipid boredom, after such dreary absences!</div>
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Light up my fantasy, strew my ideal path and pour me your ambrosia, lingering glances, lilies, lips, and sandal-wood!</div>
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For i know nothing of decrepit love and eyes unsealed, since the gold still blazes in silky tufts on your white neck.</div>
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And yet, my proud friend, it was a long time ago, wasn't it? that, weary of loving, you went to sleep in my arms one morning.</div>
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It is not carnal things that make your charm unequalled, that keep those same sunbeams in your pupils.</div>
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For carnal things die or wither in fresh air. But your beauties always remain within their spiritual halo.</div>
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It is no longer the time for jealous tenderness nor for false oaths.</div>
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Tell me nothing of my mistresses; I do no count your lovers.</div>
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For you, wandering comet, often loitering on your path, letting your fair hair float in the superhuman ether,</div>
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What do a few pale stars matter in my reason's troubled sky, when at long intervals you come to close my horizon round?</div>
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I do not want to know what poles your mad orbit left behind it; give me your breasts and shoulders; let me kiss them, and that is enough.</div>
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vinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-74464301815321543732013-05-14T15:20:00.001-05:002013-05-14T20:55:48.950-05:00Gérard de Nerval - Une allée du Luxembourg<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I couldn't find the English translation online i was looking for while finding this gem amongst my father's books, i couldn't even find out who the original translator was... so i decided i would type it out.<br />
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Its from The Penguin Book of French Version 3 (1957) Edited by Anthony Hartley<br />
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Gérard de Nerval - Une allée du Luxembourg<br />
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Elle a passé, la jeune fille<br />
Vive et preste comme un oiseau:<br />
À la main une fleur qui brille,<br />
À la bouche un refrain nouveau.<br />
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C'est peut-être la seule au monde<br />
Dont le coeur au mien répondrait,<br />
Qui venant dans ma nuit profonde<br />
D'un seul regard l'éclairerait!<br />
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Mais non, - ma jeunesse est finie...<br />
Adieu, doux rayon qui m'as lui, -<br />
Parfum, jeune fille, harmonie...<br />
Le bonheur passait, - il a fui!<br />
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The young girl passed by<br />
as lively and quick as a bird:<br />
in her hand a shining flower,<br />
in her mouth a new song.<br />
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She is, perhaps, the only one in the world<br />
whose heart would answer mine,<br />
who, coming into my deep night,<br />
would light it up with a single glance.<br />
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But no, - my youth is over...<br />
Farewell, sweet beam that shone on me, -<br />
perfume, young girl, melody...<br />
Happiness passed by, - it has fled!</div>
vinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-75729128023133064992011-04-08T22:53:00.000-05:002011-04-08T22:53:32.242-05:00ciao bellai stumbled across immense beauty which fuels the left brain of which ancestral genes dictate the use of words aiming to capture the vibrations of emotion as best possible.<br />
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precise is the acumen for what my observation is based,<br />
with such intensity your eyes wisk side to side<br />
a brow furrows, deep focus sets in,<br />
the light hits your auburn eyes,<br />
the moment burns with intrigue as your pupils dilate,<br />
i watch wistfully, jealous of the words before you.<br />
dumbfounded in awe i peer between my finger pretending to not stare,<br />
a quick glance up, oh shit she saw me! a tight lipped smile comes over her, phew<br />
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that needs to go through like 10 more versions before its ready for anyone to actually read.vinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-27290619261986934322011-01-05T04:48:00.000-05:002011-01-05T04:48:02.254-05:00can't sleep (part deux)i am such a miserable idiot, i just read a few of my first entries, wow the 22 year old version of me was a million times more ambitious. i literally was on the right path and made a wrong decision... following the beaten path like a sheep.<br />
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goodnight and goodluck, i will be sleeping soundly.vinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-58608341036385288222011-01-05T04:35:00.000-05:002011-01-05T04:35:08.857-05:00can't sleepi can't sleep for shit tonight, so i figured i would try to read a book. Well after about 10 pages i was like wow this is not interesting, so like a true genius i decided i would do work. by work i mean actual work...like for the man...what the hell is wrong with me? once completed i decided to reward myself with a 5$ bottle of figi water. the bottle like any other figi water bottle is delicious, the need however to put a cardboard cover over the cap with $5.00 boldly written in Helvetica Neue trounces my spirit. <blockquote>"Hey you, yea, the guy in the striped pjs, just letting you know, don't think you get this shit for free"</blockquote>BUT i'm thirsty damnit~! its entertaining to think that its 420am right now, and i have to be at the office in less than 4 hours. while this is far from absurd, it's hilarious in a "fuck i'm old" kinda way. i can't really tell if i'm even coherent write now, and honestly i don't think anyone reads this blog anymore.<br />
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why can't i sleep? ay, there's the rub, luck be told that the fairest of them all wouldnt even know what i say. confused wonderment perhaps is the only explanation. its strange the lens one sees the world through and how desperately one may want to peer through anothers to see their own reflection. my eyes are growing heavy, a good sign, perhaps i will try again tomorrow, however much earlier in the night.<br />
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if you read this, post a comment, its curious, and i apologize already for this aberration of a post.vinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-91657611235288888102010-11-03T14:42:00.000-05:002010-11-03T14:42:30.576-05:00i got some magic in meas i sit here writing for the first time in years, i reflect back on essentially how my writing has deteriorated from okay to essentially garbage. Is this the effect of corporatizing of youth or just the influence of bad language users? perhaps we'll stumble across the answer as I continue.<br />
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<blockquote>Indecision: a wavering between two or more possible courses of action<br />
</blockquote>this has been a primary theme within my life for the past year or so. glad a decision was finally made. the truth is that there is only one vital truth in life. the grandest of these truths is "We shall all die!" while this seems intuitive and a bit dark/negative, but really its quite the opposite. For the note this all based on philosophy of Ramakrishna and Swami Vivekananda, who in my opinion has the best idea of what is actually going on. <br />
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so what does this mean for me, it means time to get off my lazy ass and do everything that's worth doing. time is the only thing we have, so be decisivevinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-38618797614331786452009-12-10T11:57:00.002-05:002009-12-10T12:07:01.775-05:00cheer up!<blockquote>i've lived to bury my desires, and see my dreams corrode with rust. Now all that's left are fruitless fires, that burn my empty heart to dust.</blockquote><br />- Aleksandr Pushkin<br /><br />thats the literary quote of the day, my initial reaction was: quite finely put.<br /><br />then i realized i was an idiot because i can't even fathom the desires and dreams that someone such as Pushkin may have had, so i guess it led me more to reflect upon it for a few minutes.<br /><br />i'll update you if i figure anything out :)vinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-4551287980038545162009-02-11T20:56:00.002-05:002009-02-11T20:58:55.160-05:00Welcome BackSeveral years later and equally obnoxious, I have returned to write. enjoy.vinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-73465966193122963672007-05-18T11:22:00.000-05:002007-05-18T12:02:08.927-05:00is maturity inevitable?The past week and half has been fairly monumental for me for various reasons.<br /><br />1. i adapted to getting <4 hours a sleep a day<br />2. i saw things which scared the hell outta me, but became comfortable with them<br />3. realised compromise is a bitch that you gotta deal with it<br />4. i shoulda grown up on a beach<br /><br />I haven't written in this shit for a long while, but life is goin well, i'm doing the regular grind at work and what not, but i am finally making moves.<br /><br />paramore- misery business - listen just once<br /><br />intelligence it the bane of existance of modern man.<br /><br />i'm going to try and ignore it as much as i can<br /><br />gym class heroes - shoot down the starsvinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-68373506900614472692007-04-03T00:23:00.000-05:002007-04-03T00:26:27.046-05:00words are amazingFor some bloody reason i don't know why i've started reading Neruda again, well a little bit. Always blown away, much like my favorite gabriel garcia marquez. This poem i think just about everyone can relate to<br /><br /><h4>If You Forget Me<br /></h4> <p>I want you to know<br /> one thing.</p> <p>You know how this is:<br /> if I look<br /> at the crystal moon, at the red branch<br /> of the slow autumn at my window,<br /> if I touch<br /> near the fire<br /> the impalpable ash<br /> or the wrinkled body of the log,<br /> everything carries me to you,<br /> as if everything that exists,<br /> aromas, light, metals,<br /> were little boats<br /> that sail<br /> toward those isles of yours that wait for me.</p> <p>Well, now,<br /> if little by little you stop loving me<br /> I shall stop loving you little by little.</p> <p>If suddenly<br /> you forget me<br /> do not look for me,<br /> for I shall already have forgotten you.</p> <p>If you think it long and mad,<br /> the wind of banners<br /> that passes through my life,<br /> and you decide<br /> to leave me at the shore<br /> of the heart where I have roots,<br /> remember<br /> that on that day,<br /> at that hour,<br /> I shall lift my arms<br /> and my roots will set off<br /> to seek another land.</p> <p>But<br /> if each day,<br /> each hour,<br /> you feel that you are destined for me<br /> with implacable sweetness,<br /> if each day a flower<br /> climbs up to your lips to seek me,<br /> ah my love, ah my own,<br /> in me all that fire is repeated,<br /> in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,<br /> my love feeds on your love, beloved,<br /> and as long as you live it will be in your arms<br /> without leaving mine. </p>- Pablo Nerudavinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-77876882653250953252007-03-06T20:48:00.000-05:002007-03-06T21:29:59.286-05:00mind growthAn <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">intriguing</span> thing occurred to me the other day during a periodic lapse in judgement. While i obviously write in a construed, hap-hazard method, there are obvious undertones and direct commentary on my life. just to interject. stream of consciousness mostly.<br /><br />back to my thought, it revolves around the concept of integrity, friendship and the inability to read between lines. While the majority of my college life was experienced with neural patterns that were not that of a normal individual, with my new found clarity i've been rethinking through past experiences with a different perspective. Note, i've been reading up on neuro-linguistic-programming, which by the way is very interesting for a lot of reasons, and may explain my insanity.<br /><br />One thing that i've noticed while recalling a number of these past experiences were a number of comments made by certain individuals, while at the time were odd, they were significant enough for me to recall them now. Now we all know i'm a big fan of conspriacy and in general i give people the benefit of the doubt, well maybe you dont' know but i'd like to think i'm ideal like that.(yes i have a very misconstrued personal image) Anyways back to the point, is that although we (by we i mean me and a certain individual) had come up with a proposed explanation, we neither believed it or should i say hoped it wasn't true.<br /><br />With my new found perspective, the sad truth was that it is true. While this is not that big a deal in general, well big enough for me to blog about, but still not that big, it does have fairly far reaching consequences.<br /><br />I discussed the situation with a totally new friend who has no concept of any of the individuals, and gave fairly reasonable stance on the various comments which i recalled. Obviously this can't completly impartial as its from my memory. Anyways the conclusion which was made was that i really could never be close with this individual in the future, despite having been close to them at the time.<br /><br />Oh well fuck it, i don't have time to worry about this shit. Time to make moves, like i said before the next few months are crucial within my future development.<br /><br />queen and david bowie - Under pressurevinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-58284001053214564222007-02-25T22:40:00.000-05:002007-02-25T22:58:42.235-05:00Further clarityAdditionally <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i've</span> had a number of things on my mind to the previous entry, the next topic is along the lines of self-improvement. After going through an arduous and grueling weekend of thinking about things, there are a few things which i just need to do. Finally capable of doing things. The next 3 months will be a big changing point in my life and career. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">opportunities</span> are becoming materialized and will monetize themselves.<br /><br />Entourage, but staying in Manhattan.vinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-34577447055335599692007-02-25T21:39:00.000-05:002007-02-25T22:37:57.923-05:00the truthi'm back to my regular grind, and must say i've been thinking a lot about things, well mostly because my mind is no longer in the clouds.<br /><br />So during a typical discussion with friends prior to going out, we all pretty much came to the same conclusion that you can't find a quality girl in a club or bar, it just doesn't happen, or at the very least not to anyone we know. I'm sure you're thinkin i'm hatin and what not, and well i am, but at the same time, all the choice girls i do know totally agree.<br /><br />While on the subjects of girls, what can i say, i'm a product of my environment. Respect. I think its also encoded in my dna : <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rajput">Rajput</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thakur#Princely_ruler_titles">Thakur</a>. Perhaps, i should have been born a couple centuries ago, i think i would have been better off back then.<br /><br />so with the atypical mind fuck puzzle that life has thrown me at this moment, i happened to catch a line from the movie Casanova while flipping channels. This is what the girl said<br /><br />"Give me a man who is man enough to give himself just to the woman who is worth him. If that woman were me I would love him alone and forever. "<br /><br />clarity. where is this girl who's worth i deem the same as mine? ;) i don't know, the but the big part is, if i DID know, would she feel that way if she felt she was that woman? Thats the big catch with this statement. Clearly its from a fairytale, i'm not that naive, but possibility could exist in the real world, but what is the chances? there are too many factors which need to coincide. i'm not going to get all mathematical on you, but wait its my blog and i'm a nerd so fuck it i will.<br /><br />after discussing this issue with a friend, we came to the conclusion that 1 out of 100 people you meet you would deem of equal worth. Don't think we're giving ourselves disspropriate self worth, its just that equal worth can't be measured, and its really more of the level of connection you feel with another person. Additionally you add in the factor that its 1 out of 100 people you MEET. not 100 people in general. This immediately removes roughly 85% of the population. now trying to find within this super exclusive pool, someone else with the same concept of finding a person of equal self-worth and wanting to love them alone and forever. This is a much harder number to forecast, for women i could see this being higher than men...clearly, but still very low percentage, only on the basis that most people give up on this concept at somepoint within their lives. so i'd give it like 10% of this group on girls. that a total stab in the dark.<br /><br />So calculated, that would mean that a person would need to meet 1000 people before meeting 1 individual that could fit into this category. I guess perhaps this is doable in a number of years. Perhaps this is why it takes so long to find what you really want without settling.<br /><br />I will never settle. Whether it means i have to wait 20 years or move across the world.<br /><br />Anyways back to being 5 years old...vinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-28318037855482223832007-02-17T11:46:00.000-05:002007-02-17T12:01:22.777-05:00the metamorphosisback in nyc, finally back on my regular schedule. during the past month i have realized a great number of things in my life.<br /><br />1) there is hope.<br />2) i really like asian food<br />3) being clean actually isn't that boring<br />4) i want to be a better person<br /><br />while this all seems fairly retarded to anyone who doesn't know me, anyone who does would actually know that number 2 is by far the most relevant.<br /><br />the best thing to happen so far is the emergence of a new type of animal which i had thought was extinct. in reality it wasn't that it had ever gone extinct but only one had been caged and released into public view close to my proximity. The rest still live free and wild in their respective habitats. That inspired number 1 and also is slightly the catalyst for number 4.<br /><br />its hard to stay straight, there are too many excuses that can be made and allow for a disallusioned, coma-esc way of detachment from reality. In the past this has been a crutch/excuse and reason for not attempting to acheive. I've come to see that if you dont confront your fear, then you alone will be full responsible for your malcontent. I don't want to live a life of what-ifs. And so number 3 is relevant in my progression to v2.0<br /><br />anyways cheers bitches,<br /><br />time to make some moves, i can't handle workin for the man specially since he gets paid 10 times more than i do for the work i'm doing.<br /><br />this time next year, a race for the prize. finally found something worth fighting for.<br /><br />flaming lips - supermanvinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-68909818877456684572007-02-09T06:55:00.000-05:002007-02-07T01:26:20.659-05:00i'm goin goin back back to NYCyo this was a fun stunt, but once again i've hit the threshold of sanity... i like this city and these people, they're great. but i guess like my life i gravitate towards garbage.<br /><br />So...what this means, is i really don't give a fuck about anything. I live from one chemical intoxication from another. LOL which means that tonite, decimal scale is slowly moving towards binary. i gotta give props to my boy Ram for that one, no beer goggles, you just go from decimal to binary.<br /><br />0 or 1 its pretty simple. In other hilarity i got wasted well not really wasted but enough drinks with my co-workers that i was dying laughing, lol, the points system. Dude i wish i grew up in Holland, some hilarious stories.<br /><br />If i got choose a coast, i gotta choose the EAST, cause i live out there! SO DON'T GO THERE!<br /><br />the truth is i am a bad person. These people don't seem to realize that. Its too bad,<br /><br />They say choose life, i say fuck making a choice.vinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-37225201726944419072007-02-07T01:21:00.000-05:002007-02-07T01:26:20.787-05:00Blues in SingaporeI'm probably bouncing out of here soon, like this weekend, because my client is a bunch of idiots. And so my love affair with this fun city will come to an end.<br /><br /><br />cheersvinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-29606016040394206822007-02-05T02:30:00.000-05:002007-02-05T02:47:39.990-05:00Movin' thru Space and Time<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" >Singapore is the place of V2.0<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" >~ applicable rhymes of the moments~</span><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm a travellin' man </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Movin through places, space and time<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Gotta lotta things i got to do </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />This confrontation</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />This is the daily operation </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />A concentration </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Stay focused on my recitation</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 'Bout to reach my destination with the balls of hesitation </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Baby make the preperation 'cuz this ain't no recreation </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> This is Pro Ball! </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And we lettin you know y'all </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> At the show y'all </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Doin' this for dough y'all </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Get the phone call </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> And I'm ready to blow y'all </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> 'Bout to go y'all </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Been a pleasure to know y'all </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> I'll be back to you </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> All over the world we go </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> DC all over the world we go </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> VA all over the world we go </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">London all over the world we go </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Japan we go over the world we go </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Paris we go over the world we go<br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote></span></blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;">More Mos For ya'</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">I don't hate playas, I don't love the game</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm the shot clock, way above the game</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To be point blank with you <span style="font-weight: bold;">motherfuck</span> the game</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I got all this work on me, I ain't come for play</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">You can show the little shorties how you pump and fake</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But dog, Not to def, I'm not impressed</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm not amused, I'm not confused, I'm not to dude</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm grown man business, and I am not in school</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Put your hand down youngin' this is not for you!</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>vinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-30782502681283011292007-02-03T06:00:00.000-05:002007-02-03T07:38:58.592-05:00SingaporeSo i've been workin like a mad man in Singapore, and one thing i must say is that this place is slightly weird but precariously awesome.<br /><br />I can't really grasp what it is, perhaps the western like influences of Sir Raffles and the Brits which are intertwined with the populace of primarily Asian origin. It remind me of New York as in you see a lot of cultural mixing, however blantantly different as the cultures mixing are very different.<br /><br />I went out for the first time, and it was quite nice. The club, Attica, had a very similar feel to clubs in Delhi, Bombay and a touch of Tokyo. One thing about the desi people out here is that they carry themselves in a way that is very different than in the states. The sub-cultures which have developed in the states, i.e. Blindians and IAP(indian american princess) don't seem to be here.<br /><br />IAP girls have been predominantly the reason i can't stand most desi girls i know in the states. Anyways i think that the girls here are much more confident in themselves and don't show a lot of those attributes. Anyways, i will pontificate later in further experiences, as i now must get ready to go out.<br /><br />Cheesrvinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-1169909848896445792007-01-27T09:55:00.000-05:002007-01-27T09:57:28.910-05:00LondonstaniYo, london is the shit, i've been here for 4 days and been working like a banshee, there is just something about londoners which is like more than new yorkers.<br /><br />I lost my fuckin camera batter adapter so i can't take and photos, FUCK. i'm goin to try and find a place today. <br /><br /><br />Cheersvinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-1162853680966622612006-11-06T17:39:00.000-05:002007-02-05T02:29:22.320-05:00move overAlright, so if you don't know then there is a reason. But my current situation has put me into a position with an oppurtunity.<br /><br />So first of all, my boy is a promoter in the city, which is fabulous since he get me into clubs and shit. While he's a brilliant business man, lacks the saavy of the techno-nerd, which i have ample amounts of. So after scrutinuzing the competition, there is a site out there. clubplanet.com<br /><br />They have a shitload of venues, they are aiming at profits of 22 millino this year alone. They offer a number of services which are well beyond anything we want to deal with. However an oppurtunity exists for a geographically based system which ties in new technologies no one has even thought of.vinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-1162830866087151912006-11-06T10:06:00.000-05:002006-11-06T11:34:28.913-05:00Actionsone of my favorite comments is <blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;">actions speak louder than words</span></blockquote> and while its blantantly obvious what it means, i find the majority of people either (1) believe it, but feel as though it doesn't affect them or (2) can not deal with the inference that people don't want to hear them talking.<br /><br />I for one, talk a lot, i know it, blabbering about random shit all the time. However i don't feel that i fall entirely into the second category, only because when push comes to shove, i do back up words with action, or at the lease admit my inability to follow through.<br /><br />The main group this affects are the fools out there who constantly are in denial that they are incapable of change or at the very least the change is difficult. While anyone who knows me knows i am a pessimist and generally negative. Don't look at me like that, its true, you probably are a piece of shit, but pretend to not be. Holden Caulfied in nature, i think most people are phonies.<br /><br />i think its from living in the city, where everyone wants to pretend they are someone they're not. start taking action people instead of pretending.<br /><br />that goes for me too...vinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-1161707909200123282006-10-24T11:37:00.000-05:002006-10-24T11:38:29.210-05:00rebirthfull circle, rebirth<br /><br />v 2.0 will eclipse the competition<br /><br />cheers bitchesvinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-1156519921582465422006-08-25T10:24:00.000-05:002006-08-25T10:32:01.603-05:00Ol Skool VideosBack in the day this was one of our anthems, with my inability to actually put content on this spot i'm going to take the short cut like usual and post this dope video.<br /><br />cheers<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vlsDPN-Tjks"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vlsDPN-Tjks" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></object>vinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13751135.post-1155743912436996622006-08-16T10:51:00.000-05:002006-08-16T10:58:32.446-05:00whered you go?the flow to the golden empire needs to be reborn, its dying. I can not end up another mindless suit. Its makin me crazy, need to challenge my mind and reach financial independence....oh yea, thats really all i want.vinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15969573682790556581noreply@blogger.com0