watched "US vs. John Lennon" on the tube the other day. made my poor father endure as well *grin*
talk about revisiting one of the greatest minds vicariously, through original black and white clips filmed in 1968/9! and just suddenly developing my own personal clarity into the exact sentiments under layering each song and the 'why-s' Lennon wrote each of his revolutionary period songs the way that he did. if anything, i am even more convinced personal stance and contributions make that incremental (and sometimes monumental) difference. and talk about that collective wave of incrementals... and the pure power it yields over governments.
so i would like you to pause in your journey through cyber space, here. and consider where we would be right now, if more of us had stood up in our individual countries in the late 70s. and so okay, whilst past is past and i was being born then... even more relevantly, today.
"Two, One Two Three Four
Ev'rybody's talking about
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, that-ism
Isn't it the most
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
Ev'rybody's talking about
Ministers, Sinisters, Banisters and canisters,
Bishops and Fishops and Rabbis and Pop eyes,
And bye bye, bye byes.
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
Let me tell you now
Ev'rybody's talking about
Revolution, Evolution, Mastication, Flagelolation, Regulations.
Integrations, Meditations, United Nations, Congratulations
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
Oh Let's stick to it
Ev'rybody's talking about
John and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary, Tommy smothers, Bob Dylan,
Tommy Cooper, Derek Tayor, Norman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg, Hare Krishna,
Hare Krishna
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance"
Live Peace In Toronto, 1969 Album.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
so... next steps anyone? anyone? anyone?
had an excellent conversation with my sweet cousin this afternoon. he is the only one i know that checks up on me regularly. i mean really checks up on me.
how i am doing as a person, as a woman struggling through my life and a career and finding myself. not the way the rest do. my familia - always meaning well - but never stopping to think i could be vulnerable. that i am not as strong as i seem.
but this cousin. he is awesome that way :) so this little shout-out is to YOU, the curly wigged FB friend of mine. you know who you are.
so on this MSN convo (as in all our MSN convos) i find i tell him more than i intend as my guard is down. and that helps me stop and think, what i am doing really? the relevant question of have i moved on? how does one move on from something that never really started. from something that is so intrinsic to the very fabric of my soul, it continues on even when i don't feed it. it has a life of its own today. this intangible yet core element of whom i have become, the choices i make consciously and otherwise, all grow rooted from this core. yet it never technically started.
what does that make me? the stronger one? the one that is destined to feel that epic love story of angst and unfulfillment, karma and Shakespeare? i sit quietly at my desk, contemplating the beauty of a few simple words on an MSN convo.
how i am doing as a person, as a woman struggling through my life and a career and finding myself. not the way the rest do. my familia - always meaning well - but never stopping to think i could be vulnerable. that i am not as strong as i seem.
but this cousin. he is awesome that way :) so this little shout-out is to YOU, the curly wigged FB friend of mine. you know who you are.
so on this MSN convo (as in all our MSN convos) i find i tell him more than i intend as my guard is down. and that helps me stop and think, what i am doing really? the relevant question of have i moved on? how does one move on from something that never really started. from something that is so intrinsic to the very fabric of my soul, it continues on even when i don't feed it. it has a life of its own today. this intangible yet core element of whom i have become, the choices i make consciously and otherwise, all grow rooted from this core. yet it never technically started.
what does that make me? the stronger one? the one that is destined to feel that epic love story of angst and unfulfillment, karma and Shakespeare? i sit quietly at my desk, contemplating the beauty of a few simple words on an MSN convo.
Monday, March 16, 2009
testing my password... rotflmao...
so. has it really been since august that i wrote last?
that i felt the need to put my thoughts on a cyber page, my blog.
how my life has changed. where do i begin?
maybe like Mama V suggested to me from the start. write in code. and let God and the others pick up what they can, but more importantly, a word, a nuance, can so trigger a well of emotions, flecks of one's soul, just from that "trigger".
so here i go, attempting:
nadi. leaves. past. present. marriage.
Gujerati. sins. celebrate the feminine.
embrace the unknown. light the fire.
praise and worship. dedication and being vegan.
balance. alcohol free. thursdays.
fridays. saturdays. sindoor. and the sacred milk.
the feeling that soon, i will be complete...
that i felt the need to put my thoughts on a cyber page, my blog.
how my life has changed. where do i begin?
maybe like Mama V suggested to me from the start. write in code. and let God and the others pick up what they can, but more importantly, a word, a nuance, can so trigger a well of emotions, flecks of one's soul, just from that "trigger".
so here i go, attempting:
nadi. leaves. past. present. marriage.
Gujerati. sins. celebrate the feminine.
embrace the unknown. light the fire.
praise and worship. dedication and being vegan.
balance. alcohol free. thursdays.
fridays. saturdays. sindoor. and the sacred milk.
the feeling that soon, i will be complete...
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
one year today. my sweet friend. RIP.
one year already, and i still shake my head thinking "really? she is really gone?"
and i was just miles away from being a day-to-day part of her life. i think about her hearts, those that lived with her second by second, that loved her to her core and beyond. i think especially of Simon and wonder how he's doing. i think about Mrs. and Mr. Cameron. of Wendy.
i woke up thinking 'there is a day to live and there is a day to die' and i think today is a day to live YOUR life to the MAX my friends. to celebrate being alive. even to celebrate being in love and getting dumped, cos you get that 2nd chance. you get to walk bare foot and have long showers in good health feeling your entire life still ahead of you and you get to feel the sunshine on your face.
driving to work today, i saw a man sleeping on a bench. it was across the courts at the traffic lights between Jalan Raja and Jalan Parlimen. he had his legs crossed and was sleeping on his side, and had one arm stretched out. he looked like he had had a rough night with one too many bottles of toddy, and i watched at him with such a total array of emotions. first in deep shock (as it was like 9am! it was the heart of Kuala Lumpur and he was still blissfully unawares, and hello, wasn't he going to be late for work?!).
and then in concern (was he even alive?? what if he was lying there dead? and then he coughed and coughed again). and then in utter disgust (wtf was he in such a state of total un-control that he needed to stay the entire night out sleeping on a bench?). and then i smiled. sigh... cos i suddenly remembered all over again. the blazing nights of walking home so drunk we needed a "designated walker". stumbling and laughing and singing and crying... we used to (regularly) find some of our mates passed out drunk on the sides of the main road back to Deakin Uni from the local pub. and i laughed cos this guy, like us then, gets to wake up, shake himself, go home and have a shower, and think wtf? BUT he gets to just get on with life.
and its all ABOUT choices. get that? i did. watching him in slumber, i did. Camo lived her life, right to her last breaths... and beyond.
and i was just miles away from being a day-to-day part of her life. i think about her hearts, those that lived with her second by second, that loved her to her core and beyond. i think especially of Simon and wonder how he's doing. i think about Mrs. and Mr. Cameron. of Wendy.
i woke up thinking 'there is a day to live and there is a day to die' and i think today is a day to live YOUR life to the MAX my friends. to celebrate being alive. even to celebrate being in love and getting dumped, cos you get that 2nd chance. you get to walk bare foot and have long showers in good health feeling your entire life still ahead of you and you get to feel the sunshine on your face.
driving to work today, i saw a man sleeping on a bench. it was across the courts at the traffic lights between Jalan Raja and Jalan Parlimen. he had his legs crossed and was sleeping on his side, and had one arm stretched out. he looked like he had had a rough night with one too many bottles of toddy, and i watched at him with such a total array of emotions. first in deep shock (as it was like 9am! it was the heart of Kuala Lumpur and he was still blissfully unawares, and hello, wasn't he going to be late for work?!).
and then in concern (was he even alive?? what if he was lying there dead? and then he coughed and coughed again). and then in utter disgust (wtf was he in such a state of total un-control that he needed to stay the entire night out sleeping on a bench?). and then i smiled. sigh... cos i suddenly remembered all over again. the blazing nights of walking home so drunk we needed a "designated walker". stumbling and laughing and singing and crying... we used to (regularly) find some of our mates passed out drunk on the sides of the main road back to Deakin Uni from the local pub. and i laughed cos this guy, like us then, gets to wake up, shake himself, go home and have a shower, and think wtf? BUT he gets to just get on with life.
and its all ABOUT choices. get that? i did. watching him in slumber, i did. Camo lived her life, right to her last breaths... and beyond.
Friday, July 18, 2008
my angel.. he sent me a message today:
"Do not search for us...we will find you.
Do not wait for us...we are here already.
Do not whisper your name...we know it well.
We have loved you forever, time will tell...
We are your Guardian Angels."
~Author Unknown~
Do not wait for us...we are here already.
Do not whisper your name...we know it well.
We have loved you forever, time will tell...
We are your Guardian Angels."
~Author Unknown~
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
2 weeks since i am 40 now...
...and i realize that this is the best place for me to be at right now.
that Socks was totally right in hoping i am exactly where i needed to be and that i am completely conscious of this fact.
i have also finally taken off from my internal/mental pedestal my hero from my isle of birth. well over a decade later, and he has finally fallen into showing me that he is not merely just a mortal man but also one that has his dick very much in his wife's hand to the point that he is sneaking around behind her back to resume being "dear" friends with me.
tsk tsk. and so here's spit in your face XXXXX. you used to be the man and now? i realize that i was looking at you pretty much through hallucinogenic retinas of old. where i only saw a gentle and true being, one that upheld friendships and hence stood up for his fraternity as such.
only in the end.. my sex stood against me, and i was no longer just a mate but rather someone who had moved firmly into becoming a real threat to his insecure wife that is yet to meet me for the record. warped, bizarre, and very much true.
my 40th welcomed me into infinite possibilities and also into waking up and seeing the fallen, exactly for what he is.
that Socks was totally right in hoping i am exactly where i needed to be and that i am completely conscious of this fact.
i have also finally taken off from my internal/mental pedestal my hero from my isle of birth. well over a decade later, and he has finally fallen into showing me that he is not merely just a mortal man but also one that has his dick very much in his wife's hand to the point that he is sneaking around behind her back to resume being "dear" friends with me.
tsk tsk. and so here's spit in your face XXXXX. you used to be the man and now? i realize that i was looking at you pretty much through hallucinogenic retinas of old. where i only saw a gentle and true being, one that upheld friendships and hence stood up for his fraternity as such.
only in the end.. my sex stood against me, and i was no longer just a mate but rather someone who had moved firmly into becoming a real threat to his insecure wife that is yet to meet me for the record. warped, bizarre, and very much true.
my 40th welcomed me into infinite possibilities and also into waking up and seeing the fallen, exactly for what he is.
an ode to Mz. Larawannabe
think.think.think.
of edddward. so that you will cease your daily trifling.
and you may flit away from tedium and general boredom.
float away. like a little butterfly, quick upon the clouds of want and longing.
to being home again and lying down to the hard pages of his story.
you arch your neck to the sensuous possibilities of being bitten.
of edddward. so that you will cease your daily trifling.
and you may flit away from tedium and general boredom.
float away. like a little butterfly, quick upon the clouds of want and longing.
to being home again and lying down to the hard pages of his story.
you arch your neck to the sensuous possibilities of being bitten.
Friday, June 20, 2008
and it continues...
Larawannabe: men shud read all these books we go gaga with
Larawannabe: then they'll know what we expect
Larawannabe: u shud read 'me & mr darcy'
Larawannabe: so funny too. this writer guy (the hero) trying to unearth the mystery of why women swoon over mr darcy
Iggy Singh: hmmmm. this is the year i will get swept of my feet
Iggy Singh: and not land on my ass :))
Iggy Singh: now pack up and GO HOME
Larawannabe: then they'll know what we expect
Larawannabe: u shud read 'me & mr darcy'
Larawannabe: so funny too. this writer guy (the hero) trying to unearth the mystery of why women swoon over mr darcy
Iggy Singh: hmmmm. this is the year i will get swept of my feet
Iggy Singh: and not land on my ass :))
Iggy Singh: now pack up and GO HOME
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