Oh Oh Oh Oh! SNSD is killer. Best ending evar.
Truly a highlight.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Day25
Hm,
Classical Sociological Theory. Pretty interesting class for a 3 hour lecture. Apparently, workers tend to suck it up rather than complain because of the underlying fear of being easily replaceable. If there was no jobless people, then the working would have greater power over their employers, since there would be no one to replace the workers, the employers would have to ensure that the employees are happy and productive, to maximize surplus and all.
Seems like I'm screwing over the working class. Go Team Lumpenproletariat!
I wonder who I'll be replacing in the following weeks. lol.
Classical Sociological Theory. Pretty interesting class for a 3 hour lecture. Apparently, workers tend to suck it up rather than complain because of the underlying fear of being easily replaceable. If there was no jobless people, then the working would have greater power over their employers, since there would be no one to replace the workers, the employers would have to ensure that the employees are happy and productive, to maximize surplus and all.
Seems like I'm screwing over the working class. Go Team Lumpenproletariat!
I wonder who I'll be replacing in the following weeks. lol.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Foundation of Sand, House of Glass
I sit in my chair,
Looking out at the clear blue sky,
Looking out at the oasis before me.
I am safe in these walls.
Not a brick to hinder my view,
Staring out at the calm,
The sand between my toes.
As night falls, the stars come to view.
Unobstructed by tiles, concrete, cloud, nor wood.
The sky is reflected,
The light passes through.
The ground, cold, shimmers.
I am surrounded by stars.
Daybreak.
The sun does not rise,
Sunset, tainted with grey,
As if vandalizing the sky.
Earth and wind dance to the beat of the thundering clouds.
And here I sit, staring at the coming storm.
Locked within the walls which do not hinder my sight.
Stuck within the ground, which shimmers at night.
Looking out at the clear blue sky,
Looking out at the oasis before me.
I am safe in these walls.
Not a brick to hinder my view,
Staring out at the calm,
The sand between my toes.
As night falls, the stars come to view.
Unobstructed by tiles, concrete, cloud, nor wood.
The sky is reflected,
The light passes through.
The ground, cold, shimmers.
I am surrounded by stars.
Daybreak.
The sun does not rise,
Sunset, tainted with grey,
As if vandalizing the sky.
Earth and wind dance to the beat of the thundering clouds.
And here I sit, staring at the coming storm.
Locked within the walls which do not hinder my sight.
Stuck within the ground, which shimmers at night.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Sigh
And it goes on.
The silence in my heart,
The yearning to beat with a sound,
beat/boom, beat/boom,
Instead, 'tis a silent clap,
beat/ , beat/ ,
Almost as if nothing was there.
-/Nothing like a little self-reflection to make you realize that answers, of course, are always right in front of you./-
This eye was made for seeing, yet it does not see,
This mouth was made for talking, yet it does not speak,
This body made to move, yet it remains still,
This heart meant to beat, yet remains quiet.
The Spirit meant to ignite, ignites.
I work again.
The silence in my heart,
The yearning to beat with a sound,
beat/boom, beat/boom,
Instead, 'tis a silent clap,
beat/ , beat/ ,
Almost as if nothing was there.
-/Nothing like a little self-reflection to make you realize that answers, of course, are always right in front of you./-
This eye was made for seeing, yet it does not see,
This mouth was made for talking, yet it does not speak,
This body made to move, yet it remains still,
This heart meant to beat, yet remains quiet.
The Spirit meant to ignite, ignites.
I work again.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
"But the waves are calling out my name
and they laugh at me
Reminding me of all the times
I've tried before and failed
The waves they keep on telling me
time and time again
"Boy, you'll never win,
you'll never win."
But the Voice of truth tells me a different story
the Voice of truth says "do not be afraid!"
and the Voice of truth says "this is for My glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of truth"
and they laugh at me
Reminding me of all the times
I've tried before and failed
The waves they keep on telling me
time and time again
"Boy, you'll never win,
you'll never win."
But the Voice of truth tells me a different story
the Voice of truth says "do not be afraid!"
and the Voice of truth says "this is for My glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of truth"
Monday, January 4, 2010
Buffet
The world is yours to take, but it is also yours to lose.
Strange how all of the world is ours for the taking, but by letting the buffet of life pass by, we only miss out on countless opportunities.
--
The counter bustles as customers line up,
The line doesn't dwindle.
More come, the place is packed,
More enter, curious as to what the shop was selling.
More come, the line extends out and around the block.
Pushing past the busy store,
past the massive lineup,
Someone asks,
'So what are you selling here?'
The attendant replies,
"Nothing. Everything is free. The shop is yours for the taking"
Puzzled, the same one asks,
"Then why is everyone lining up? Can't they just leave"
The attendant replies,
"They line up to thank me."
The same one then picks up an item, looks towards the attendant and says,
"Thanks, I'll be taking this."
The attendant smiles, picks up another item, and says,
"Take this too, I believe you'll need it."
Satisfied, the same one walks out of the store.
Looking outside, he sees the line grow bigger.
Looking outside, he sees many more passers-by, much more than those in line,
Only glancing at the store, never looking in.
Strange how all of the world is ours for the taking, but by letting the buffet of life pass by, we only miss out on countless opportunities.
--
The counter bustles as customers line up,
The line doesn't dwindle.
More come, the place is packed,
More enter, curious as to what the shop was selling.
More come, the line extends out and around the block.
Pushing past the busy store,
past the massive lineup,
Someone asks,
'So what are you selling here?'
The attendant replies,
"Nothing. Everything is free. The shop is yours for the taking"
Puzzled, the same one asks,
"Then why is everyone lining up? Can't they just leave"
The attendant replies,
"They line up to thank me."
The same one then picks up an item, looks towards the attendant and says,
"Thanks, I'll be taking this."
The attendant smiles, picks up another item, and says,
"Take this too, I believe you'll need it."
Satisfied, the same one walks out of the store.
Looking outside, he sees the line grow bigger.
Looking outside, he sees many more passers-by, much more than those in line,
Only glancing at the store, never looking in.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Sunlight
At first we see eye to eye.
Standing, the same, reveling in the same sunlight,
surrounded by the same wind.
But then they rise.
Block upon block, they rise
Higher and higher,
up and up,
But I remain,
content that I am reveling in the same sunlight,
surrounded by the same wind.
That is until I realize ,that I am in their shadows.
Standing, the same, reveling in the same sunlight,
surrounded by the same wind.
But then they rise.
Block upon block, they rise
Higher and higher,
up and up,
But I remain,
content that I am reveling in the same sunlight,
surrounded by the same wind.
That is until I realize ,that I am in their shadows.
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