It’s 9:29am, having just been released from physics lecture after a almost-harrowing-quiz, I come back to bed in one piece.

Having to wake up at around 8am yesterday and spending most of the day yesterday running to and from classes and labs, I was finally finished with my academic part of my day at 9:35pm with a three hour break jammed somewhere in the rush of academia life. Excited to see P and J for a nice round of friendly badminton only to be disappointed because one, my court was given away and two, the people after whom we signed up for, litteraly, TOOK FOREVER!
We decided to get smart and get out before it was all doomed. We ended up spending the rest of the night on a late night food run to Old Tea House, a boba and asian type food place at the University Mall. It was awesome to taste milk black tea again, even sweeter knowing that it was our thing to do this strange ritual of a late night food run. We packed up and left to catch the last and only bus that would take us home last night and it was a kind rest of the night…almost.

We all ended up studying our respective subjects. P subjected herself to organic chemistry, while J’s choice of poison was biology and I, physics. Seldom have we actually studied like last night. It was as if something clicked and we were all on the same study-track, where all we wanted and needed to do was study but be around each other’s company whilst this phenomena was occuring.

I went to bed at 3:00am trying to cram all the information I had attained from lab that night only to be rudely awakened by my internal clock at 5:26am. I couldn’t sleep for fear of oversleeping, fear of the approaching quiz and fear of missing the bus…like that’s even a fear worth having at 5:26 in the morning, right?

I stayed in a drowsy/semi-alert stage of wakefulness until 6 when I decided I should get ready for the day to come. It took me an usually long time brushing my teeth and deciding if I wanted to ear earrings today; negative, I had more important things to think about. All the while getting ready, I repeated Ethermal, Ebond, mass, mCpdeltaT, deltamdeltaT…basically to insanity. When I sat down in the large lecture hall, I looked around to see people fidgeting through papers and talking to the next drowsy student over. I grabbed my review notes and began to re-memorize everything I could see. It wasn’t until my professor began the class with, “we’re going over exactly what you’ll need to know for this quiz” that I calmed down a bit and decided I should gage my knowledge. As she began to go over homework problems, I could tell I had been properly tutored by P and J both. I was indebted to them rather than my TA from lab the night before simply because terminology was, indeed, important and I disregarded it during lab section. It took almost an hour to go over two and a half problems from the homework, but I felt good by the end of it. It was two questions pertaining to why such and such diagram was correct, which were incorrect based upon a small paragraph of information.

In all, having been one of the last to finish, I feel okay about this first quiz. I’m not the best at physics…that I blame my high school physics teacher because she was never, ever in class…I remember more lines from the movie, The Animal, than laws of physics, all because of the damn substitutes she brought in.

In all it has been a nice morning, I feel like I should crash, but my body aches from the heavy work outs I’ve been subjecting myself to. So, I still have one more lab to attend today, it’s biology. It should be fine…hopefully.

Paramore, not afraid to say I like them, especially since they sing my favorite band’s new single, KOL…USE SOMEBODY!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qXk_KVNfInU

Here’s my latest work! I’ve colored it for almost 14 hours. I’m planning on making a tutorial on coloring. Visit my page link for more artworks!
I prefer this style of my coloring than my coloring in Velimode and Return to Innocence (below):





For the original line arts, click on the links below!
Valkyrie
Velimode
Return to Innocence

DO NOT REDISTRIBUTE, EDIT, USE THESE ARTWORKS WITHOUT A WRITTEN PERMISSION SIGNED BY ME.

Rain in the soul

I got my new Ipod today. Its revolutionary, its radical, and the most important of all -its different. Yes, it’s different from Apple’s. It’s my new spiritual undertaking. It’s “Inner Peace amongst Outer Dynamism”.

When the world is at a turmoil, everything is in a state of incessant brownian movement, Ipod comes to my rescue. It’s my way of enjoying sanity amongst global madness. The run for time, the run for money and the run for materials cravings–  all becomes secondary. It’s time for listening to inner thoughts, the inner voice needs an ear. The limping soul needs someone to lean on.  Listen!! Listen !! Can you hear it cry! Can you hear it begging for someone to lend it a sympathetic hearing!

At last the time has come. I go down into recluse, musing over all that has happenened. People I have offended, those that have offended me, from the very small to the most happening events. It’s time to reflect. Like standing at the edge of a pond during sunset. The purity of the glowing colours together with the shimmering reflection of the soul in the muddy waters strikes the chord of unshaken belief in your heart which says “I’m still here.”

The Faith Returns

“I’m still here.” I repeat it to myself. Once more. A subtle sense of support stirs me up. I am not alone. I am not in the dark. I am still living with my soul. And as I fall back on my bed and slowly fall into the eternal trance, I couldn’t but keep humming these words from Enigma’s ‘Return To Innocence’ :

That’s not the beginning of the end
That’s the return to yourself
The return to innocence
Love – Devotion
Feeling – Emotion
Love – Devotion
Feeling – Emotion
Don’t be afraid to be weak
Don’t be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence
If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
Be yourself don’t hide
Just believe in destiny

The Awakening

Don’t care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don’t give up and use the chance
To return to innocence

That’s not the beginning of the end
That’s the return to yourself
The return to innocence
Don’t care what people say
Follow just your own way Follow just your own way
Don’t give up, don’t give up
To return, to return to innocence.
If you want then laugh
If you must then cry
Be yourself don’t hide
Just believe in destiny.

– Its my return to Innocence.

I first experienced (and it always an experience) Enigma’s powerful music about 20 years ago. I just realized yesterday that they are the artist behind this astonishing piece of music and inspiring video. Sometimes we get so caught up in our lives that we forget the basics. Who are you? Why are you here? Why does it matter?

This song reminds us that there is something of immense value to be had when we return to our core; when we listen to the essence of our being. The wisdom, the knowledge, the remembering all right there any time we are ready to experience them.

May that experience inspire your day! May it stoke the fire of passion you once had for your life, your goals, and your dreams! May you truly return to innocence!

Original video:

Version with lyrics:

Stay inspired!

Ray

2009 Affirmation

“This year I am absolutely committed to being the person I came here to be!”

Avós de alguém, em alguma parte do mundo, encontrados na Internet

Hoje comemoramos o Dia dos Avós, marcado pela Igreja Católica por ser o dia consagrado a São Joaquim e Santa Ana, pais de Maria e avós de Jesus Cristo. Independentemente da religião de cada um, sempre é bom relembrarmos a importância dos avós no seio familiar, em geral a significar renovação de carinho e solidariedade. Quem tem pais e avós vivos tem três mães e três pais para lhe proteger. Alguém já disse que neto é um filho com açúcar. Assim, avós são pais com açúcar, chocolate, sorvete, atenção, proteção extra e cumplicidade. Em homenagem a todos os vovôs e vovós do planeta, publicamos uma música (Return to Innocence) do grupo Enigma, gravada em 1994. O grupo foi criado pelo romeno Michael Cretu e sua esposa, a cantora Sandra Lauer. A música faz parte do seu segundo álbum, The Cross of Changes.

O Retorno à Inocência (homenagem a meus avós)

O Retorno à Inocência (Return To Innocence )

Amor — devoção
Sentimento — emoção
Não tenha medo por ser fraco
Não tenha tanto orgulho por ser forte

Esse não é o começo do fim
Esse é o retorno a você mesmo
O retorno à inocência

In Memoria Bunicului Meu

(1934 – 2009)

Enigma – Return to Innocence

That’s not the beginning of the end
That’s the return to yourself
The return to innocence
Love – Devotion
Feeling – Emotion
Love – Devotion
Feeling – Emotion
Don’t be afraid to be weak
Don’t be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence
If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
Be yourself don’t hide
Just believe in destiny
Don’t care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don’t give up and use the chance
To return to innocence
That’s not the beginning of the end
That’s the return to yourself
The return to innocence
Don’t care what people say
Follow just your own way Follow just your own way
Don’t give up, don’t give up
To return, to return to innocence.
If you want then laugh
If you must then cry
Be yourself don’t hide
Just believe in destiny.

This 90’s song was done by Enigma. I used to listen to this song a lot, and it’s so beautiful, even the words. It’s on a CD called Pure Moods. I totally recommend it.

Strangely, it was when spring spree ended…minutes after i entered my room to retire for the night that i heard the song that had become spree’s tag line “the return to innocence” by enigma…slightly reminiscent of drum cafe…nyways spree was done and slumber swept over with a sense of accomplishment…not that i usually dream about power systems and the beauty of transformers, but that night my mind replayed every moment frm the past three days…

Lesson learnt even brfore the first day took off, “don’t stuff your mouth with more than what you can swallow…” being a member of two clubs and active in another nd with me jumping in and volunteering for event co-ordination and informals…the mess was far frm pretty. So before i continue this, there are people i’d like to apologise to…the dudes who came to me for the ira t shirt whom i totally forgot, the event co-ordination committee which i didnt help, the wordgames committee for lnd (sorry prateek and g3…), informals which burnt it’s last before it even started…mistakes i’d nt commit ever again…but then everything’s happy once more…and like all those previous messes never happened, my sense of acheivement still lived on…

The first day was smooth cos of two things….i proved showed them the funny by winning the stand-up comedy (psst..avinash, my blog, so dont mind if i leave u out..)..and i also proved tht geeks can walk the ramp…Verve ‘09 was smart..totally smart, maybe nt the most professional of attempts, but nevertheless good..well, kudos to the kinskut hair stylists too…they nearly got my hair to behave but it took like two bottles of spray and a load of gel and four stylists to get it stay like that… the only thing out of place was the dj “a sneeze” a.k.a. the Verve (according to our extremely keen and sharp reporters of the SOS)…the dj was all the adjectives of the word “confused”…choli ke peeche nt a great idea for a ramp walk score…

nyways nw gotta run to class…but i’ll be back with my dream..about the three immaculate days of springspree

This is a blog that I’ve been dreading all day, but I guess it has to be done.

My father’s grandmother died early this morning. She was 93 years old.

I didn’t know her that well. There was a time when I visited her every year at her home in Fort Myers, Florida, almost like clockwork. But things haven’t worked out too well for me the last few years, skipping from job to job and never having the time or money to travel, and we fell out of touch.

Not that I really felt welcome there. Rather, I had this feeling that I was tolerated as the idiot grandson. My grandmother was sharp as a tack, and a muddle-headed grandson like me couldn’t have inspired much admiration or hope for the future… at least, that what I told myself, over and over and over.

I kept meaning to visit her, but it never happened. Then she had a scare about a month ago – I won’t go into details; I don’t know you that well – and my parents finally talked her into moving in with us. They moved her things into the house and set her up in the room next to mine. I felt like… I don’t know, fear, maybe? Anxiety? Maybe a little dread?

I mean, what if she needed help and I wasn’t able to give it? What health problems would she have? What would the move do to her, physically and emotionally? What care would she need?

Still, it was good knowing that she would live with us. I’ve been trying to get my parents to rent that room, get a little extra cash. Now someone was going to live in it – free, but that wasn’t the point. You don’t charge rent to family, and family was moving in.

I was kind of looking forward to having her. I hadn’t seen her in a while, and the whole experience promised something new and a little frightening. We were counting the days, fixing up her room and fidgeting over where we were going to put all her stuff.

Then I woke up this morning , and my mother met me at the door and told her that she’d died in her sleep.

This may sound terrible, but I don’t know why her death has hit me so hard. I mean, there was a time when Grandma was the free hotel room in Florida and not much else.

But maybe that’s the hook. I’ve run out of time to get to know her, not as just as the free room and board, but as my grandmother, as the mother of my father. I was always too selfish and self-absorbed to really notice her (still am, as a matter of fact; just count how many times I’ve used the words I and my in this post). Now it’s too late to fix that.

This is kind of a thoughtful occasion, so pardon me if I get a little maudlin today. But I want to stew in my own juices, and this is good stewing-in-your-own-juices music.

This is a song that always tugs at my heartstrings, and now more than ever: Enigma’s Return to Innocence.

Courtesy of victorcardosogyn.

Moby’s Porcelain. I have to thank Irwin on WFMU for putting a name to this song for me. It’s one of those songs you know and love, but don’t know the name of.

Courtesy of rstoetzel.

Bad Religion’s Sorrow. This is one that I’ve had on the blog before, but it’s also one I desperately need to believe right now.

Courtesy of pungkers.

Ozzy Osbourne’s See You on the Other Side. It seems kind of strange playing Ozzy for my grandmother. But you take these things where you can get them.

Courtesy of OzzyTheDevil4.

Lamentu di Spanettu, some Corsican polyphony sung I believe by Paghjella (the description is in Corsican, so I’m not sure).

Courtesy of canticorsi.

Some more polyphony, and another song that I’ve had on here before: Tavagna’s L’anniversariu di Minetta.

Courtesy of tof2b.

I wish we could could ‘reverse’ what all mistakes we did in life!! I wish if I could go back to what I was !! … I just wish…. things could have been so eazy as this video!… Love this track by enigma