Random post # 27356

A gay man, 2 transgender women, an intellectual, my senior and me.

This is the story of the National Conference. At least for me it is. Today is a day later. A day later from the 2 day national Conference on Sexuality and Psychology. A day later from the hectic running around and putting confused pieces of the conference together.

Changes. A week of it all it has been. Who knew a week was enough. A roller coaster ride from fixing laptop to small, warm birthday, to spending quality time, to random partying and then running back to hectic conference fixes, dead film reviews, intellectual conversations with gay friends with a mixture of scandalous gossip.

And there was still more for photo taking, night singing, random driver talk and trips to out of town, flirty transgender babe and Freud discussions.

A week and a day later, I can still sit and write pages about it. I only need to figure out where to begin and where to end. This post has no particular order of things. Simply because there is no particular order to life right now. Order is not the word of the year it seems. Not for me at least. I remember in PUC one of my first stories was about chaos and confusion in other people’s lives and how I loved creating those. Today I write about my own.

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There is no life plan. It’s a wish, an imaginary feeling to make one feel better about tomorrow. Life just happens. There is no stopping it. One day im thinking how life would, no scratch that, shall be when I have this, this and this done. And the next I realize im floating down a different stream. My boat still has pieces of my fate I control, but its hidden somewhere beneath the oars that lie limp beside me. It took me a random movie to realize I need to pick up those pieces and put it in a waterproof bag. It took me some thinking to realize I can pick up those oars and give my life boat a direction. Sure the heavy waters pull me slightly off direction, but they all join the big ocean in the end. And the ocean is not the end. It’s the endless.

I tend to lose myself in the process,
But I find myself in all the mess.
I may get disillusioned on the way,
But reality shines as bright as day.
I like to get high and dream,
I watch stars as I float down my stream.
But sooner or later I sit up and think,
And life makes sure to give me a hint.

Cheers.

New Year randomness

So its a New Year.. New times, new lines... new crimes.

A New year is like a new beginning for some, an end to things for some... and just a passing experience for most.

Life experiences are always good... Sometimes people learn from it.

Decisions are tough to make. Especially when one is completely responsible for it and its consequences.

Bittersweet is an interesting word. Sums up life so perfectly sometimes. Its a sweet feeling with bitter edges.

There is always space in someone else's life boat. And there is always somebody in your boat. When you think you are alone, there is always somebody else at sea.

There are some topics on which you can't say anything. No words, just feelings.

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Moments under the moonlight,
Bright flashes at night.
Tagged memories,
Everybody sees.
So smile please and say cheese.

Morning's maze,
brings the blank and dazed.
Soon enough, everybody says-
Move on, not worth the wait.

Its New Year,
Drive away those fears,
move to second gear,
And just say cheers!

:)

The Spiral

There was a girl
who lived awhile.
Her life was good,
but not without cries.
People are contagious, people are weak.
People need people and so did she.
Time passed by, she found someone,
who witnessed her life and helped her some.
She did too, time and again,
it was spiral, it became a game.
Then came a few more, worth the wait,
but the spiral was only half made.
So she moved and found a new town,
the more she tried, the more she frowned.
Then came the day, when they called,
thats when she knew, the spiral had stalled.
Going nowhere and yet far away,
when she woke up, it was still another day.

Bright sunshine, luminous moon
give her hope, give it soon.
Cloudy skies, lightening and thunder
these are days that make her wonder.
Now she has only one thought,
Two words - Spiral out.

The Life of Others.

Indeed seems interesting.
Indeed looks amusing.

Then there were those few who knew it was just a phase. Get drunk, get high and at night its time to go. And in the day they all walk away. Each to his own, life is weirdly potrayed.

More noises, more silence, whichever way the wind blows, over rocks, over lakes, over mere mortals who were underdosed.

Point at stars, blow the candles, blow the smoke. Random barks as people silently go. Alseep a few, cold were some. Lights disappeared as morning had come.

Green grass, White cheese, some water, some ease. A house was something to which people come and go, nobody cares, nobody knows.

Large lands full of people, some get to sit, cause the rest of them - only spit. Talk about thoughts, some need to breathe. They think a lot, they need to live.

Walk across darkness, sleep beneath beds, the Life of Others is merely half said.

Song for home.

People sing all these songs
But for me its been so long
Just one place i wanna be
Home is all i wanna see.

I want a blue moon sky,
One that breathes and one that sighs
I want that place of mine,
It makes me grin and makes me smile.

People sometimes, they ask me this,
So, what is it that you miss?
That one place which brings me bliss
My Life and everything it is.

I want a blue moon sky,
One that breathes and one that sighs
I want that place of mine,
It makes me grin and makes me smile.

When I wander down the roads i feel,
something missing, something unreal
Then I trip to memory lane
And remember, that sweet smell of rain.

I want a blue moon sky,
One that breathes and one that sighs
I want that place of mine,
It makes me grin and makes me smile.

:)

Sigh.. Home..