4.16.2012
The Bamboo Dance - faster
The dance is quickened. You can almost see the Riverdance in it the game. :)
The Dance of the Royal Family
This is the dance which the Royal Family of Thailand uses during ceremony and presentations.
The Silk Weaver Dance
This is a meditation dance created by the movement of those that wove the silk that is famous in Thailand.
The Rice Dance
This dance was created with the women in the fields, bringing food to their families as they worked to harvest the rice.
1.22.2012
running in circles
I swear, I've posted it before and again.
What I write is of the moment, pay it no mind.
You have to realize that there are a lot of things which swirl inside my head, just like emotions. When I write, I write what I feel of that moment, in that space of time.
Sometimes people get offended by these things. How I could put them to words. But the fact of the matter is, I can admit to thinking them, regardless of those that would think and not do. Which is to say, I can put a voice to my mind, even if sometimes it just kind of prattles on.
Doesn't make sense? Doesn't have to. The fact that I can say it aloud or write it for the world to see makes all the difference in the world.
I can get sad, pissed off, or upset at whatever. And in the same instance, happy, blissful and content. Doesn't matter. The words translate the experience into being, but like any other experience, they effect the here and now. Writing is what colours our images of the past, shapes how we communicate at present, and leaves a trail for people to follow in the future.
Even the smallest words matter, even if you don't mean them. Or if you do. It's all in perspective.
What I write is of the moment, pay it no mind.
You have to realize that there are a lot of things which swirl inside my head, just like emotions. When I write, I write what I feel of that moment, in that space of time.
Sometimes people get offended by these things. How I could put them to words. But the fact of the matter is, I can admit to thinking them, regardless of those that would think and not do. Which is to say, I can put a voice to my mind, even if sometimes it just kind of prattles on.
Doesn't make sense? Doesn't have to. The fact that I can say it aloud or write it for the world to see makes all the difference in the world.
I can get sad, pissed off, or upset at whatever. And in the same instance, happy, blissful and content. Doesn't matter. The words translate the experience into being, but like any other experience, they effect the here and now. Writing is what colours our images of the past, shapes how we communicate at present, and leaves a trail for people to follow in the future.
Even the smallest words matter, even if you don't mean them. Or if you do. It's all in perspective.
1.16.2012
Epiphanies.
The thing I really like about epiphanies is that they kind of come out of nowhere and broadside you out of nowhere.
A wise friend said to me, "...treating friends like friends and not enemies is a good boundary to respect."
I really started thinking about this line, then thought, "What the hell am I doing?"
I think a really good red flag in these words is ENEMY. I mean, who would treat their friend like an enemy? Dictionary.com defines ENEMY (the first definition, by the way):
Holy crap. Them's some strong words. But you think about this, anyone you argue with, or rage against, that kind of fits the definition of it, doesn't it?
Why the hell would anyone treat a friend like an enemy?
"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function." - F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896 - 1940)
Heh. Does that mean that smart people can disagree and still remain friends? (Yup, I've been kind of a fortune cookie lately, posting a LOT of quotes...)
Sounds like I'm kinda dumb, then. But to try and cheer myself up (please pay no attention to that background noise, it's the fading sound of a pity party being thrown in someone's closet), I'm hoping I'm not a total moron. Now it's just trying to figure out what kind of boundaries I need, what kind of boundaries they need, and where to meet in the middle. How to give and take. And that's what any relationship is, really. Meeting in the middle. Because being friends is more than just a jovial wave and a shared drink. It's more than just a intellectual conversation.
To what lengths would you go for a friend? Would you drive in the middle of the night to rescue someone? Would you bail them out of jail? If they screwed up things in their lives, would you wait around for them to straighten out or would you walk away?
If they had to walk through Hell, would you stand beside them, shoulder their burden, or carry them through it?
What is a true friend worth?
A wise friend said to me, "...treating friends like friends and not enemies is a good boundary to respect."
I really started thinking about this line, then thought, "What the hell am I doing?"
I think a really good red flag in these words is ENEMY. I mean, who would treat their friend like an enemy? Dictionary.com defines ENEMY (the first definition, by the way):
en·e·my
[en-uh-mee]1.
a person who feels hatred for, fosters harmful designs against, or engages in antagonistic activities against another; an adversary or opponent.
Holy crap. Them's some strong words. But you think about this, anyone you argue with, or rage against, that kind of fits the definition of it, doesn't it?
Why the hell would anyone treat a friend like an enemy?
"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function." - F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896 - 1940)
Heh. Does that mean that smart people can disagree and still remain friends? (Yup, I've been kind of a fortune cookie lately, posting a LOT of quotes...)
Sounds like I'm kinda dumb, then. But to try and cheer myself up (please pay no attention to that background noise, it's the fading sound of a pity party being thrown in someone's closet), I'm hoping I'm not a total moron. Now it's just trying to figure out what kind of boundaries I need, what kind of boundaries they need, and where to meet in the middle. How to give and take. And that's what any relationship is, really. Meeting in the middle. Because being friends is more than just a jovial wave and a shared drink. It's more than just a intellectual conversation.
To what lengths would you go for a friend? Would you drive in the middle of the night to rescue someone? Would you bail them out of jail? If they screwed up things in their lives, would you wait around for them to straighten out or would you walk away?
If they had to walk through Hell, would you stand beside them, shoulder their burden, or carry them through it?
What is a true friend worth?
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