Sum'thin'

A little something for your eyes and mine.

The rough logo i plan to use when i establish my own clothing company.
Chill. It's a far ambition.

----> Shiftee

Bottled and Chilled

Taking music to a whole new level--almost hypnotic. Talking about House music.

This is The Chillout Project. By modern day music god Anton Ramos.

Love the compilation. Words couldn't do it justice.

House music is a ride, an undertaking of heavy bass beats that penetrate you and bounce off the walls. Smoothed out by deep lounge grooves that fade out then comes back in in full volume. All that sealed in with female vocals that are godlike. Descriptions fail.

You have to experience House. Experience the Chillout Project. I was down with the 1st one. And i have the third one as well. But I can say sequels never really top the last one. Merely bananas. It takes you to an alternate world. Driving? Play it in your car and you'll cruise just fine.

Listen in.

Spoiled Milk and a Little Toast for Breakfast.

Woke up like shit today. But things were sublime.

Got up at 7:40 thinking i've got just 20 minutes to get prepped up for school. But is was no big since i live in a condo tower next to the university. I'll breeze right through those 20 damn minutes. The good life they say. I think otherwise. When you're all alone, you get a little crazy. For me, I lost all my sense for gradual calibration and got crazy right away. It's the beauty of solitude.

Opened up the blinds and i did not see the usual feverish traffic that persisted during rush hours. And from my window, there wasn't a single soul walking the universtiy grounds. It didn't hit me right away. But slowly, it came to me. No classes? I wasn't sure if i were to feel bad or good. I changed. Back in high school, weekdays were a drag. Now, i seem to enjoy it. School's one big bowl of mixed alphabet soup and cow shit. Love it that way.

As the curious animal that I am, I swtiched on the set and tried to found out why classes were cancelled. STATE OF EMERGENCY. Those were the thigs i read. Wasn't surprised. This country's becoming a shit pit. But still, i love it here. I wouldn't wanna live elsewhere.

I got my letter of invitation this morning. Invitation from the USA. My dad brought it home with him from LA. I'm leaving this April. It was the sweet saline that broke through the pissed off feeling i had the whole morning. Suddenly things got better.

I learned how to appreciate little things like a morning with cancelled classes and a bowl of subtly sweet and sublimely milky oatmeal in my hands spooning it up my mouth in small servings while I've got my iPod playing chilled grooves and the sun hitting my face with that gentle warmth. I took the air in. T'was awesome. Morning can be great even without coffee. Don't believe in advertisments.

State of emergency my ass.

The Primer on Perfection.

I’m new. A neophyte.
Feels different. Weird.
There is something about new that I could never get acquainted to. Something I could never get accustomed to.
There is something about “new” that is so old to me that I do not know it anymore and I hate it. Apprehensions always get the best of me. I create scenarios inside my head that are too good (or too bad) to be true. And when the time of reckoning comes, nothing surprising happens to me. I hate the fact that I am made to imagine things that send me up the roof and end with nothing but a bland taste on my tongue.

But in the end, who is to blame? The circumstances perhaps? Circumstances are dead, not a life within them. And you create your circumstances. So blame the creator. You.
But we are not fond of blaming ourselves. We would like to think that we are in control of everything. Yes, humans and their imperfections. With all the power we wield over things around us, it is in our nature to think of invincibility and that we are born with it. Perfection is another word.
Most of us would want to live in perfection without knowing the consequences it entails. Let me open your eyes and awaken you, poor creature of blood.
Imagine a world of perfection or as some people who do not use the power to think would call it, UTOPIA. Heavenly wonderful, you might think. But you are wrong.

A world of perfection is one that is lifeless…boring in simple terms. To live in a perfect world is to live without life, without purpose, without drive, without philosophy. To live in it is to live where things do not make sense at all.
Imperfection is the one that is perfect. Because of imperfection, we are driven, we have a purpose and we know what we live for. THIS IS UTOPIA—AN IMPERFECT WORLD.

This is what 's worth living for. The drive to rise above imperfection. But we all know we are not prepared for perfection. It is an object the gods play with. No matter how hard we try to transcend it, it remains a thing that we could never reach. But it is not so bad after all because it is that trait that makes us who we are--humanity in search for perfection that we could never attain.

Live life. Take pride in imperfection. It is yours. You are you. In this, we are united.