every night at 8 pm here, the sirens sound throughout the country to signify the start of the nightly curfew from 8 pm to 5am. kinda eerie but also annoying as all the dogs in this village bark uncontrollably when they hear it. and they don't stop for hours. amd yes in some provinces they play the announcement from The Purge, which I actually prefer, cuz the dogs aren't influenced by that. #quarantinelife
https://abcnews.go.com/International/wireStory/philippines-declares-night-curfew-manila-fight-virus-69595134
Sunday, April 26, 2020
Thursday, April 23, 2020
play at another level
choose the Old Code as my own
I am hereby sworn to valour, to speak only the truth, to use arms to defend the helpless, to use might to uphold the weak. My heart knows only virtue. My wrath will undo the wicked."
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
when the uneducated speak
the dallas holocaust and human rights museum put out a statement in regards to some people comparing the quarantine to nazism
kudos to the museum
https://www.dhhrm.org/public-statements/statement-on-comparisons-of-covid-19-regulations-to-hitler-and-nazis/?fbclid=IwAR20NDgASYSKajIdwTr6MyNtA_JJHDI7JFvOLPnddVA6RNU3GiLA2t14FQo
kudos to the museum
https://www.dhhrm.org/public-statements/statement-on-comparisons-of-covid-19-regulations-to-hitler-and-nazis/?fbclid=IwAR20NDgASYSKajIdwTr6MyNtA_JJHDI7JFvOLPnddVA6RNU3GiLA2t14FQo
Tuesday, April 21, 2020
the state
energy dictates matter. free your mind...
and the rest will follow
be greater than your exterior
and the rest will follow
be greater than your exterior
my bad
I must apologize to many of you going crazy because of this quarantine I wanted the world to experience just a taste of what I've been going through for a few years now, not able to live your normal life, much of your independence stripped away for weeks, I fear I may have cursed you all, but at least you'll get it back way sooner than me. And you've had the privilege of being able to move all your arms and legs all this time.
Friday, April 17, 2020
the beauty of struggle
welcome the shake up
take advantage of the halt of normalcy
struggle breeds unique opportunity
embrace the strange ceasing of typical ideation
welcome the opportunity for creative solutions and ideas of inspiration
- p. prejusa
welcome the struggle
the struggle is real, so are the solutions
the truth is, that having a stroke and becoming half paralyzed is one of the luckiest things to happen to me. because struggle breeds unique opportunity and creative solutions
i had a brain bleed, i went into a coma when i woke up i was half paralyzed, my old life was gone, car gone, job gone, business halted new reality. still dealing with it, nearly 3 years later.
but i see the benefit of my situation, my job and business were killing me,my lifestyle was killing me the routine was killing me , i didn't die after the brain bleed but i got to have a reset. all those old clients are gone, that unhealthy routine of stress and work are gone, I have a chance to recreate things the way they really need to be, just gotta get past the paralysis, no problem.
the universe got rid of the negatives, now i get to choose the positives to put back in.
I started feeling bad for those who aren't able to experience this dramatic shift. but then covid happened to the world, people started understanding they needed to adapt. learn a better way to do things, I already had a head start I figured out some ways to keep being a storyteller, and I'm understanding how to improve that process.
adapt or die. well i didn't die, so i'm forced to adapt, and i'll be back stronger and improved.
this is the way.
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
songs that would have played at our wedding
peter cetera glory of love
lonestar amazed
tori kelly - nobody love
Sunday, April 12, 2020
will is everything
will1
/wil,wəl/
verb
- 1.expressing the future tense."you will regret it when you are older"
- 2.expressing inevitable events."accidents will happen"
you can do anything if you have the will to
Friday, April 3, 2020
Tuesday, February 25, 2020
what dreams may come
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
perchance to Dream; aye, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,
The pangs of dispised Love, the Law’s delay,
The insolence of Office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear, [F: these Fardels]
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment, [F: pith]
With this regard their Currents turn awry, [F: away]
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.[1]
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
perchance to Dream; aye, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,
The pangs of dispised Love, the Law’s delay,
The insolence of Office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear, [F: these Fardels]
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment, [F: pith]
With this regard their Currents turn awry, [F: away]
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.[1]
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
your brain is not your mind
your soul is not your spirit
your being is not your essence
your personality is more than who you are.
Friday, February 21, 2020
In medias res
in medias res (Classical Latin: [ɪn ˈmɛdɪ.aːs ˈreːs], lit. "into the middle of things") opens in the midst of the plot
Thursday, February 20, 2020
It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
noun
- 1.the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions."music is a means of catharsis for them"
Monday, February 17, 2020
extraordinary to the ordinary
the best tales seem to be about amazing things happening to ordinary people.
Saturday, February 8, 2020
the world is bigger and more complex than ANYONE realizes
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy" (Hamlet I.5:159–167)
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