solitude of flight....

i love the detachments of airports...
the cold granite tiles you endlessly walk about...
the emptied eyes of people you pass by...
i adore the apathy of lonely travelers...
they joy of a family trip...
and the romance of couples....
what lonely hours tho...these florescent beams produce...
only 2 phases of time occur on these places of flight...
the rush of the late...and the boredom of the early...

Roman Holiday Realization

Princess Ann: At midnight, I'll turn into a pumpkin and drive away in my glass slipper. 

Joe Bradley: And that will be the end of the fairy tale. 

i am fund of the idea about the tragedy of things... the fall of grace... the notion that all things are doomed, that we are born alone... and will die alone... but the journey in between from life to death is grandiose!

one of my all time favorite movies is "Roman Holiday" for me it encompasses the whole fragility of the human condition... that nothing lasts forever, no good thing in particular... in the end we all loose a "happy ending" so to speak. that life is never a fairy tale that we should live life at the fullest at each passing moment for tomorow it may be the end of a dream.

Today i went to the mall on a saturday, not my favorite thing to do but i had to buy some stuff and ran some errands along the way. Anyone who knows what a mall is has the general idea of a flock of people gathering toward the same path, walking towards the same destination, with no apparent direction, a mob mentality so to speak. With one common goal. To satisfy their material needs or just to be seen in their best sunday dress! I, who am innately mutinous to the idea of what society perceives a person to be, walked against the flow of the mob passing by people face to face rather than seeing their back sides and following a leader w/c no one person can single out. Naturally i had a lot of evil stares and weird glances from the typical drones that come pass by me. All this while the only thought that came rushing trough my head as i watched the countless waves of drones ebbing away from me and swelling towards me, was the sudden realization that i don't want to be a part of that swell. I don't want to be a part of that synchronized lifestyle of these mall brazen people... Then like a shot right trough to the back of you, or a truck blind siding you in a monday afternoon. I, all at once became aware of the fact that tho i was with a hundred people under one roof... i was alone....

Gregory Peck and Audrey Hepburn new that the love that they had was doomed. That they can never be. And thats what adds the beauty of it. That each passing moment had more value imbibed on it, we count minutes or hours rather than seconds. We don't find value in the infinitesimal form of measurement. We use meters instead of micrometers because we don't find value in a millisecond. To us a microsecond is nothing tho to an insect a millisecond can be an eternity. To us a year is along time but for the universe a year is diddly-squat... It is difficult to wait on measured time, but its with a persons point of view on such matters that he can change everything. 

Today because of what happened in the mall I have decided to measure moments by the second, I have decided to use my left hand from time to time, on things I normally do with my right, today I have decided to count the steps I make from the place I came from to the place I'm headed. Today I have made a  decision to make a conscious choice on everything I do rather than doing it because its what I have been accustomed to. This reminds me of a story I once read way back it was about an old man who went to see a psychologist for his bad habit of sucking on his thumb. The psychologist told him that each time he had the urge to suck on his thumb he should choose another finger besides the thumb and after a few weeks he returned to his psychologist dumbfounded but cured! Soon he asked his doctor what he had done to cure him to which the doctor replied "... each time you had the urge to suck your thumb, you did not do it right away, you had to make a conscious effort to make a choice, sooner or later you realized that making that choice was not worth the effort at all and the habit was broken..." Today i have decided that i won't only do things because of habit. For in the end, I don't want to realize (like i did at the mall today) that i had lived my life as a drone forced by habit...

audrey hepburn

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many formsIn life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,It's ancient tale of being apart or together.As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.

You become an image of what is remembered forever. You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.At the heart of time, love of one for another.

We have played along side millions of lovers,Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,the distressful tears of farewell,Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

~Rabindranath Tagore

http://allspirit.co.uk/tagore1.html

tyrant!

you know alarm clocks yeah?! they have these massive bells on the op of them ringing and startling the bejesus out of a half conscious you?! later on someone decide to add a radio on it so if u don't like the music you just change the tuner...

i have 3 alarm clocks on mi flat yeah... and i still couldn't get up, i got one in the loo, one on mi nightstand, one on the living area, all synchronized to go off one after another based on my bad snoozing habits... 

but this is amazing right... its from a Taiwanese designer alice wang http://www.alice-wang.com/product.php?pd_id=3, what it does is it goes off yeah, and if you don't switch it off it starts dialing random numbers off of you mobile every 3 minutes and you can hear them on a speaker...

brilliant! hate to be on the other end of the line tho if they decide to wake up at 4 in the monin!

My top 10 Movies of the 80's

10: Who Framed Roger Rabbit 1988

Eddie Valiant: You crazy rabbit! I'm out there risking my neck for you, and what are you doing? Singing and dancing! 
Roger Rabbit: But I'm a toon. Toons are supposed to make people laugh. 
Eddie Valiant: Sit down! 
Roger Rabbit: You don't understand. Those people needed to laugh. 
Eddie Valiant: Then when they're done laughing, they'll call the cops. That guy Angelo would rat on you for a nickel. 
Roger Rabbit: Not Angelo. He'd never turn me in. 
Eddie Valiant: Why? Because you made him laugh? 
Roger Rabbit: That's right! A laugh can be a very powerful thing. Why, sometimes in life, it's the only weapon we have.

9: honey! I Shrunk the Kids! 1989 [Wayne shows Diane the shrunken couch]  Diane: [excited] Are you saying... it works? The machine works?  [Wayne nods]  Diane: Do the kids know?  Wayne: Well, yeah, the kids know.  Diane: That's great!  Wayne: No, it's not great.  Diane: Why?  Wayne: I shrunk the kids.  Diane: ...What?  Wayne: And the Thompson kids too. They're about this big.  Diane: *What*?  Wayne: They're in the backyard. I threw them out with the trash.  [just as Diane grabs hold of Wayne, the doorbell rings. Wayne opens the door to two police officers]  Female Cop: Hi. Um, you reported two missing children?  Wayne: Oh, there must be some mistake. Our children are in the backyard. Right, honey?  [Diane faints]  8: BIG 1988 Susan: I'm not so sure we should do this.  Josh: Do what?  Susan: Well, I like you, and I want to spend the night with you.  Josh: Do you mean sleep over?  Susan: Well, yeah.  Josh: OK... but I get to be on top. Josh: It's a glow-in-the-dark compass ring. So you don't get lost. 7: Little Shop Of Horrors 1986 Audrey II: Does this look "inanimate" to you, punk? If I can move and I can talk, who's to say I can't do anything I want?  Audrey II: [singing] If you wanna be profound, if you really gotta justify, take a breath and look around, a lot of folks deserve to die! Audrey II: [singing] I'm just a mean green mother from outer space and I'm bad!  6: Say Anything 1989 Lloyd Dobler: [leaving the last of a series of messages on Diane's answering machine] "Maybe I didn't really know you. Maybe you were just a mirage. Maybe the world is full of food and sex and spectacle and we're all just hurling towards an apocalypse, in which case it's not your fault. I'm been thinking about all these things and... you're probably standing there monitoring. And one more thing - about the letter. Nuke it. Flame it. Destroy it. - It hurts me to know it's out there. Later."  5: Back to the Future 1985 [Dr. Emmett Brown is doubting Marty McFly's story about that he is from the future]  Dr. Emmett Brown: Then tell me, "Future Boy", who's President in the United States in 1985?  Marty McFly: Ronald Reagan.  Dr. Emmett Brown: Ronald Reagan? The actor?  [chuckles in disbelief]  Dr. Emmett Brown: Then who's VICE-President? Jerry Lewis?  [rushing out and down a hill toward his laboratory]  Dr. Emmett Brown: I suppose Jane Wyman is the First Lady!  Marty McFly: [following Doc] Whoa! Wait! Doc!  Dr. Emmett Brown: And Jack Benny is Secretary of the Treasury.  Marty McFly: [outside the lab door] Doc, you gotta listen to me.  Dr. Emmett Brown: [opens the door to the lab] I've had enough practical jokes for one evening. Good night, Future Boy!  [closes the door leaving Marty outside]  Marty McFly: No, wait! Doc. Doc. The-the-the bruise - the bruise on your head. I know how that happened! You told me the whole story. You were standing on your toilet, and you were hanging a clock, and you fell, and you hit your head on the sink. And that's when you came up with the idea for the Flux Capacitor...  [somberly]  Marty McFly: Which... is what makes time travel possible.  [Doc opens the door and looks at Marty with a stunned look on his face] 4: Weird Science 1985 the woman that Gary and Wyatt created is looking for a name Garry: How about Lisa?  Lisa: Why Lisa?  Garry: Why not?  Wyatt: He used to like a girl named Lisa.  Lisa: [smiles] Oh yeah? Old girlfriend?  Wyatt: She kicked him in the nuts.  Garry: [annoyed] Will you shut the hell up?  Wyatt: [sympathetically] Look Gary, it wasn't your fault. All you said was hello to her.  Garry: [annoyed] Look Wyatt, shut up!  [Wyatt puts up his hands defensively, indicating that he will shut up. He looks slightly hurt by Gary's treatment of him as he was only trying to help]  3: Karate Kid 1984 Miyagi: First, wash all car. Then wax. Wax on...  Daniel: Hey, why do I have to...?  Miyagi: Ah ah! Remember deal! No questions!  Daniel: Yeah, but...  Miyagi: Hai!  [makes circular gestures with each hand]  Miyagi: Wax on, right hand. Wax off, left hand. Wax on, wax off. Breathe in through nose, out the mouth. Wax on, wax off. Don't forget to breathe, very important.  [walks away, still making circular motions with hands]  Miyagi: Wax on, wax off. Wax on, wax off.  2: beetle juice 1988 [last lines]  [in the waiting room, Betelgeuse is sitting next to a witch doctor, who is next in line]  Betelgeuse: Pardon me. Did you do that?  [points to explorer with shrunken head]  Betelgeuse: That's very nice work. Let me ask you something. How do you get them so sma... Hey, there goes Elvis! Yo, King!  [as the doctor looks away, Betelgeuse switches numbers]  Betelgeuse: Well, looks like I'm next. Good thing, too. I gotta do a photo shoot for GQ in about an hour and a half. Yeah, they've been after me for months. Doin' some underwear deal. I don't know what...  [the witch doctor sprinkles some powder on Betelgeuse's head; it starts shrinking]  Betelgeuse: [voice getting higher as head gets smaller] Whoa, hey! What are you doing? Hey, stop it! Hey, you're messing up my hair! C'mon! Whoa! Whoa! Stop it! *Whoa!*... Hey, this might be a good look for me.  1: Breakfast Club 1985

Brian Johnson:	Dear Mr. Vernon: We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But, we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But, what we found out is that each one of us is: a brain . . .
Andrew Clark:	And an athlete . . .
Allison Reynolds:	And a basket case . . .
Claire Standish:	A princess . . .
John Bender:	And a criminal...
Brian Johnson:	Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.