the new mantra

the roar of fireworks thunder through my glass wall marking the new year. not to mention the Shaun Micalleff's New Year Rave show on TV doing the countdown as well.

-

The clock ticks and a new day begin - a new year. (familiar?)

The new year has nothing 'new' exactly about it. You're still in the same job the following week, your bank balance doesn't just magically grow, and the sky is still blue.

But I have this childish view of the new year.

More of a school kid point of view; where you move up to a new grade, to new classes, and of course, new friends. Just this sense of a new beginning; a fresh start even? everyone knows we all need one.


I mean looking back, it wasn't so horrible. could say, it was pretty good.

I met a lot of new and colorful people. Rekindled with long loved-and-missed ones. yes, you. and you. but not you.

Went close to the sun and got burnt. Poisoned hearts and witness others' new found happiness.

And not to forget, learning more lessons in life. like a new found love for cappuccino.

et cetera.

To say it was a bumpy ride would be an understatement for everyone (oh yeah) but I'm sure somewhere along the way, we all had fun. And what's done is done! Why bother asking 'what if' right? (familiar - again?)


As for the new year? What's my new years resolution?

I'm bringing one advice a dear, dear friend told me to the new year and making it my new mantra.

We sat down and as he was telling me his stories, he ended with:

"Every good opportunity skipped, is an opportunity wasted. No matter how small it is."

It was then followed beautifully by, "So don't be a little choosy and scared prick. Go for it.". lovely

And with that, it's time for me to run up and down Swanston Street.


So here's to another better year!
We crossed that thin line, don't try to hold us here.

"Get up, get out. This is your wake up call."



written by I.O and M.

all that's left is ink

it's just one of those moments, where all you do is stare blank into space and wonder.

-

December 24th. 6pm.

One of the few rainy days in Melbourne's summers. Spent gazing through a first floor glass wall into the streets below (a new forced habit nowadays) as people rush in and out of the train station. Grasping a mug of Sprite with fingers inked in black; nothing but blank thoughts.

This sucks.

A lot of people have this idea of sitting back and let the flow of life move you. I'm one of em. And it's been a mantra for most of us for ages.

Que Sera Sera, what will be, will be.

The laymen idea of living. But seriously, its fucking boring.

A few days back, a dear friend, was glowing in a meeting. Not from radiant beauty (while she is) but from sheer progress and achievements. Deep stories of great career/educational and social success.

There's gonna be a few of you who'd think I'm talking about you. It's not you, it's ALL of you.

Now I'm not being jealous. I'm happy for all of you. seriously.

But there'd be a part of our conversation where you'd say, "What have you been up to lately, love?"

And to be honest, I couldn't find anything positive to say. So now back to the current day, that question still lingers.

The only proper response I would always say was reminded by the black ink at the edge of my fingertips; reminding me that the only achievement I could be proud of was the drawings I've been doing for the past couple of months.

Yup, the ones that twenty other people are on as well.

In conclusion, today I had a revelation on how boring I am; to the point that I am bored of myself.

So here's to next week's post, the new mantra.


Cheers.

oh, and happy holidays!
sorry for the emo rant; won't happen again.

human evolution

The idea of evolution is simple.

Darwinism, those species that were able to evolve or adapt to changing circumstances were the ones that would survive and those who weren't equip or rendered 'evolutionary dead-ends' were destined to die.

If you're in a camp with a bunch of campers and a bear attacks, you don't have to be faster than the bear. You only have to be faster than the slowest camper.



by Michael Ruppert. 'Collapse' (2009)

theirs but to do and die,

half a league, half a league,
half a league - onward,
all in the valley of death
rode six hundred:

'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he said;
into the valley of death
rode six hundred.

'Forward the Light Brigade!'
was there a man dismay'd?
No tho' the soldiers knew

Some one had blunder'd:

Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.

Into the valley of death, rode six hundred.


by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. "The Charge of the Light Brigade"

fall of the arisen, part two

similarity in difference, chapter thirty-two


This building stood for greatness for generations. Brilliance over brilliance for brilliance. Along these halls stood faces each different from the other, placed for their successes way beyond human expectations. Laid anonymous except for those who seek us.

In the center of the foyer stood a bronze and copper plaque, which said:

Our wisdom bear burdens to these walls and our knowledge shall lay bear our liberty - our stability.

Or at least, that's what they told me it translated to. Archaic.

-

So you were shunned; at no one's fault but you're own.

The winds felt calm up here; like a light but chill spring breeze balanced from the hint of warmth luminescence of the sun. The only reason of my presence up here are but merely as a temporary overseer - ruler by pen, as they say.

And you stood there; for the last time.

"Do you want me to explain?" You plead.

I gave you nothing but a faint sigh. Hmmph.

"I didn't want to . . ." You tried to continue, stopped as I turn to face you.

"You act as if I cared. We were there.

In the face of everyone here, you spoke so confidently, so convinced. In every word, you stood your ground. Base only but from a whisper of a right-hand, you spoke in tear-shed and sorrow.

Betrayal. Lies really.

There was no betrayal, in fact the only presence for the idea of betrayal began right after you mentioned it. And when you were called upon, you denied everything. Deciding to point finger to the liar despite words you said weeks before.

The coup never existed - never began. You created the coup, you created your own betrayal."


written by M. edited by I.O.
"based on Eon Rose and Methodical."

brunch with genii

cappuccino. three chairs and two moleskins.

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"Do you believe in alternate universes/dimensions?" You said. the physicist.

"I guess so. In theory, it's plausible." I replied. in mind - sure I'll bite.

"You're right, in theory that is.

The common perception of alternate dimensions where everything is a complete opposite of the current existence around us (black is white, white is black) and that these dimensions are separated from the ones we live in. That's one theory.

However, there are some physicists that actually believe these dimensions aren't separated at all. Instead, in our understanding, there are actually infinite number of dimensions that overlay one another to form this web of eclectic change. " You explained.

"So in a way, they're linked?" I asked; in a vague attempt at understanding.

You moved closer towards the table and open your moleskin to a blank page where a blank Lamy pen was sitting, ready to be scribbled.

"Yes and No.

While they are basically slight vary from one existence to another, there are some that could be affected by a drastic occurrence and some wouldn't. Nevertheless, the change could be very minuscule but otherwise similar in any other way possible.

Would you like an example?"

You looked at me with a page filled with circles linked resembling the Olympics logo.

I nodded with a crooked smile as you quickly turn the page and began scribbling. sure.

"Okay. Hmm..

As a child, I've always had a passion for math and science, you know that. (Yup.) But I've always had a keen interest in engineering and how things work mechanically and had never pursue that interest.

In theory, in another dimension, I did.

Or another example,

You know how we couldn't decide whether to go here or that other place you wanted to show me but we ended up heading here because it closer. (Mhmm.)

In theory, everything lead up to that moment was exactly the same but we ended up going to the Thousand Blend, the place you wanted to show me." You said as you stared at me with high eyebrows in hopes I finally understood.

"So what you're saying is every decision, every possibility, every left instead of right turns,

Everything that could/should/would have happened, did happened somewhere?"

I replied.

"Precisely." You nodded.


written by I.O.

p.s. "So there's a dimension somewhere out there where Hitler could be ruler of the world?" M said.