I decided to make this post about religion, again. Well since it is a very debatable topic and I have a Test Tuesday over Buddhism and Hinduism, I said "ehh what the hey!"
I would like to throw some very cool thoughts about these ancient religions.
TODAY!, Hinduism:
Hinduism, a religion composed of one god (yes, one god) that in many of the stories of the religion takes on different avatars that represent the occasion. It is one of the few religions whose deity is a Chick, or so to say because in Hinduism they are somewhat both, yes they are androgynous. Big word there!
Hinduism is one of the oldest religions of humanity dating back to around 6000 (I think) B.C.
It is said that the ones who wrote their scripts (the equivalent of the Bible) where Rishis ( kind of like priests who could hear the message of god). So these dudes wrote what this god told them. Of the many things that they got out of their messages was the Syllables "OHM". Contrary to misconceptions, this word originates from the Hindu and Buddhist rituals. The word "Ohm" is according to the scripts the word of life. That is, the "breath of god" the word that engulfs everything and anything with life in this world. Well, one thing which is very very interesting about this word is that some time ago Scientist discovered something amazing about the planet that involved this syllable. When earth rotates in its axis, it produces a sound. A sound that is practically impossible to hear without very advanced equipment. The sound that this planet produces sounds a little like "Ohmmmmm".
Coincidence? Very much, too much, if you ask me.
How can this be possible?
Mere Coincidence?
Fake?
Real?
Comment below, Please!
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Sunny Monday Blues
I was listening to some BB King on this new I pod Touch that I got handed down by my rich consumer whore brother who just bought the newest I pod Touch. And I downloaded this song called "Rainy Monday Blues" by BB King. Man that dude can play the guitar, and man does he know the Blues.
I wasn't a big Blues guy until I kind of got into it by Hendrix and Vaughn. These guitar giants where the ones who introduced me to this melancholic genre. Well if I take it back to the original roots I would say Jose Alfredo Jimenez and Javier Solis kind of got me into it.
To me this is equivalent of Rancheras; Blues.
Well why do I have the Sunny Monday Blues? (Sunny, because in contrast to the title of King's song its sunny here)
Its kind of weird, these past few weeks I have been very happy on Mondays, very very happy. So happy that in comparison to the punks that are in my classes they look dead. Seeing these individuals with sad faces and down spirits kind of get me into the Blues. These chicks and dudes are practically dead, they do not interact in classes nor do they make the effort to laugh. Its like their mission on the one day that I am happy is to make me feel the same. Well sometimes it works but writing here about that makes me feel a little better.
I feel bad for the people that act like a vegetable come Mondays, to me Mondays is a fresh new start. Its a great way to start a week; happy.
But thats whatever, I stay strong! (mentally that is)
Ever had a case of the Monday Blues? Drop it like its Hot!
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I wasn't a big Blues guy until I kind of got into it by Hendrix and Vaughn. These guitar giants where the ones who introduced me to this melancholic genre. Well if I take it back to the original roots I would say Jose Alfredo Jimenez and Javier Solis kind of got me into it.
To me this is equivalent of Rancheras; Blues.
Well why do I have the Sunny Monday Blues? (Sunny, because in contrast to the title of King's song its sunny here)
Its kind of weird, these past few weeks I have been very happy on Mondays, very very happy. So happy that in comparison to the punks that are in my classes they look dead. Seeing these individuals with sad faces and down spirits kind of get me into the Blues. These chicks and dudes are practically dead, they do not interact in classes nor do they make the effort to laugh. Its like their mission on the one day that I am happy is to make me feel the same. Well sometimes it works but writing here about that makes me feel a little better.
I feel bad for the people that act like a vegetable come Mondays, to me Mondays is a fresh new start. Its a great way to start a week; happy.
But thats whatever, I stay strong! (mentally that is)
Ever had a case of the Monday Blues? Drop it like its Hot!
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Saturday, October 9, 2010
The Complainer
Whoa, its late and I'm still online. I couldn't sleep so I decided to give a shot at this blogging thing that my nikka David invited me to write on. I just finished a whole day of studying and reading for some midterms I have this week coming up. The usual time, that every college student hates, midterms and or finals. I gotta say I hate it too, because I rather be chilling watching some sports on TV, but I'm stuck reading about regionalism in Japan (damn that shit is so stuck in my head that I'm even posting it on a damn blog. Any ways I guess my first blog is related to studying and school. All of us are in college trying to better ourselves and become something in life, and honestly its not easy. Nobody said it was going to be easy, but what I cant stand is those people that bitch and complain so much about school. I'm talking about the person that is in college and has been in college for some time already, and every time midterms or finals come up they start bitching and complaining. "Omg I have so much studying to do" "my head hurts I feel sick" "omg ima have to stay in all weekend just to study" "I have all this studying to do and I'm sick". Honestly all i hear is "bitch bitch bitch blah blah". Its college sweetheart, its not easy, so just take it like a champ and do it. I guess I cant stand people who complain, I mean I have my times of complaining but there are some people that complain for any little thing out there in life. And its all good if you keep it to yourself, but when u make it public and bitch to other people it just gets annoying, especially with college students. I don't know, I guess I have that mentality were I just set my mind to it, shut up, and just do it. Whats the point of complaining about something you have to do? I guess all this came the day i was sitting in class and this guy and girl where going back and forward and complain about the amount of work, studying, and reading we had to do. The literally sat there for 10 min before class started and complained, like it was a competition on who had it worst. One time when I was bitching and complaining, someone told me "College ain't easy, if it was easy everyone would go and graduate from college" the person who told me that was my girlfriend, and that has always stayed stuck in my brain, and that has been a quote that I have loved to repeat and say. When things get tough with her I tell her the same, and its true. College ain't for everyone, and most people cant stand it, but if you feel that you can and take on the work and responsibility, stop bitching and complaining and just do it. And that goes with anything in life......
Voss Girl
Voss Girl
I was riding in the silver car
I saw you coming out of Walgreens
Before I knew it you where right besides the car
You were hispanic, cute, and in jeans
You looked decent and I imagined how your life was
In this bad side of the city, you walking provocatively thru traffic
A beauty amongst machines, shaking that ass
Judging by your walk I thought you were listening to some music
But no, no headphones here or there
What was it about you
That got me to think about how life was
We all live inside a pouch like a kangaroo
Some might not want to see, others see it all the time
You made me see that
I was riding in the silver car
I saw you coming out of Walgreens
Before I knew it you where right besides the car
You were hispanic, cute, and in jeans
You looked decent and I imagined how your life was
In this bad side of the city, you walking provocatively thru traffic
A beauty amongst machines, shaking that ass
Judging by your walk I thought you were listening to some music
But no, no headphones here or there
What was it about you
That got me to think about how life was
We all live inside a pouch like a kangaroo
Some might not want to see, others see it all the time
You made me see that
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Hello Residents of the Internet
Well today I am going to leave the blog up to you guys.
I wanna know what religion you where raised with.
Do you still practice such religion?
What do you think about this religion?
Have you ever doubted your beliefs?
What do you suppose your parents would do if you ever decided you were curious about another religion?
Your friends? Significant other?
I wanna know what religion you where raised with.
Do you still practice such religion?
What do you think about this religion?
Have you ever doubted your beliefs?
What do you suppose your parents would do if you ever decided you were curious about another religion?
Your friends? Significant other?
Monday, October 4, 2010
El Blog
Man, its Monday yet again. And before I decided to begin writing I was going through many things here on the Interbuttz. I saw that I have comments :( but I also saw Other Blogs. Other peoples blogs are so cool. I swear, mine has to be some of the ones that look boring with nothing but letters. Oh well, as I have said before this place is only for me to vent my thoughts.
A dude I know, (well half-ass know), added me on Facebook. I will call him, "4" so I ask him who he was. He kindly responds to tell me over Facebook chat that he we knew each other from a certain page. I finally remembered, it was around three years ago. Back when I had nothing else to do. I was most of the time surfing the webs. And like any other teen, well I did my share of "research" (wink). But that was not what took up most of my time, nope. I was at the time addicted to this page where we posted things about say, "Rugby". It was fun, it kept me busy, I learned the meaning of trolling, failing, etc... By the year I had acquired the reputation of a respectable, yet interesting dude. I was quite happy living like this. Having two personalities. (Although my "avatar" was very similar to how I behaved in real life.) But I started to notice that other users where really affected by this online phenomena. They really took it to heart. Huge arguments came and went, people left never to share their opinions; but I always stayed the same. Yes, I must say that a few times I did change my name but always left clues so that the people who knew me knew that it was me. I certainly had fun just messing around with other people like me. Then came the time where I was really passionate about something else, something that really existed. I left the place for a good time. There still existed the time when I had time and joined in the Chat room. This is where what I had seen on the Ruby page reinforced. I saw kids online for more than twelve hours. Obsessed with online games.
These games consisted of the chatters just randomly typing things that had no real contribution to any real topic. Well anyways this friend of mine, 4, always rooted for this team of his.
The beginning goal for the Chat room was to chat freely about Rugby. But then everyone got bored and being the kids that everyone was, we all messed around.
I sometimes played along. But to be honest, things became very disappointing.
These individuals called their fellows "Friends", it was as if in fact they thought everything was real.
Long story short, "friendships" came and went, disputes over imaginary things came also. Everything in fact was imaginary, nothing was ever real.
What started as a past time for some, became life for them. That second personality became the dominant, they seemed to believe themselves.
Dignity was depleted for some.
The internet is one of the most dangerous weapons in our time, especially for teens.
I really hope that if someone ever reads this they reflect upon their life. And of how they manage their time, does life revolve around their online life?
These social pages and chat rooms, etc. can consume time, and in essence our lives.
Yes, they are helpful; but if used in excess; they can practically take over our minds.
Psychologists should examine such behavior, I know that I am not one for sure, but I am already writing about these experiences in an effort that someone can relate to and see for themselves the problem.
I am Dave, and I am a recovering Internet addict.
Please share your thoughts below, Thanks :)
A dude I know, (well half-ass know), added me on Facebook. I will call him, "4" so I ask him who he was. He kindly responds to tell me over Facebook chat that he we knew each other from a certain page. I finally remembered, it was around three years ago. Back when I had nothing else to do. I was most of the time surfing the webs. And like any other teen, well I did my share of "research" (wink). But that was not what took up most of my time, nope. I was at the time addicted to this page where we posted things about say, "Rugby". It was fun, it kept me busy, I learned the meaning of trolling, failing, etc... By the year I had acquired the reputation of a respectable, yet interesting dude. I was quite happy living like this. Having two personalities. (Although my "avatar" was very similar to how I behaved in real life.) But I started to notice that other users where really affected by this online phenomena. They really took it to heart. Huge arguments came and went, people left never to share their opinions; but I always stayed the same. Yes, I must say that a few times I did change my name but always left clues so that the people who knew me knew that it was me. I certainly had fun just messing around with other people like me. Then came the time where I was really passionate about something else, something that really existed. I left the place for a good time. There still existed the time when I had time and joined in the Chat room. This is where what I had seen on the Ruby page reinforced. I saw kids online for more than twelve hours. Obsessed with online games.
These games consisted of the chatters just randomly typing things that had no real contribution to any real topic. Well anyways this friend of mine, 4, always rooted for this team of his.
The beginning goal for the Chat room was to chat freely about Rugby. But then everyone got bored and being the kids that everyone was, we all messed around.
I sometimes played along. But to be honest, things became very disappointing.
These individuals called their fellows "Friends", it was as if in fact they thought everything was real.
Long story short, "friendships" came and went, disputes over imaginary things came also. Everything in fact was imaginary, nothing was ever real.
What started as a past time for some, became life for them. That second personality became the dominant, they seemed to believe themselves.
Dignity was depleted for some.
The internet is one of the most dangerous weapons in our time, especially for teens.
I really hope that if someone ever reads this they reflect upon their life. And of how they manage their time, does life revolve around their online life?
These social pages and chat rooms, etc. can consume time, and in essence our lives.
Yes, they are helpful; but if used in excess; they can practically take over our minds.
Psychologists should examine such behavior, I know that I am not one for sure, but I am already writing about these experiences in an effort that someone can relate to and see for themselves the problem.
I am Dave, and I am a recovering Internet addict.
Please share your thoughts below, Thanks :)
Friday, October 1, 2010
El Perro
Man this week has been so great! I hope everyone else has the same attitude. Usually when one hears such comment, one cannot stop but to deeply guess, "How the Hell?" Well it was awesome for me because I finally remembered many things I had forgotten about me. Things that with the years one kind of pushes aside with the many problems and things encounters. Its almost as if you forget who you are and become what life makes you become. Anyways, this week was great. Monday I got to rescue a dog. Kept the dog. Then a couple of guys and I made the first step in creating the first Philosophy Club in our College. Today, I returned the dog to its family. Damn was he Happy!
Some might argue as to why the hell did I give back such beautiful dog. My reason is; I was only keeping him for the time being. It was never mine, why should I keep something that I do not own. Frankly, I believe that animals should be their own owners, I believe that they should be free. Yes, they have family or friends, but not owners. Anyways, some of my friends were pissed off. They thought I was a dumb ass for giving him back to its "shady" owners. I saved him once from being taken by animal control, and being put down. I helped him, now that his family has thought things through and realized that they could have lost him forever, I am happily returning that dog. I dont know if anyone will ever comprehend my reasoning; its a little special. I guess I am a little of a Stoic, in the way that I view life.
Im glad I helped that animal. I am glad I met him. He is now my friend. Its a great way of thinking things. Maybe we should all think the same way. Perhaps everyone would benefit if we all took the Stoics way of thinking.
YOU tell me, how was your week. Tell me how you view life in general. Also tell me what you are wearing ;)
Some might argue as to why the hell did I give back such beautiful dog. My reason is; I was only keeping him for the time being. It was never mine, why should I keep something that I do not own. Frankly, I believe that animals should be their own owners, I believe that they should be free. Yes, they have family or friends, but not owners. Anyways, some of my friends were pissed off. They thought I was a dumb ass for giving him back to its "shady" owners. I saved him once from being taken by animal control, and being put down. I helped him, now that his family has thought things through and realized that they could have lost him forever, I am happily returning that dog. I dont know if anyone will ever comprehend my reasoning; its a little special. I guess I am a little of a Stoic, in the way that I view life.
Im glad I helped that animal. I am glad I met him. He is now my friend. Its a great way of thinking things. Maybe we should all think the same way. Perhaps everyone would benefit if we all took the Stoics way of thinking.
YOU tell me, how was your week. Tell me how you view life in general. Also tell me what you are wearing ;)
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