The Honor Dead: Headphones

Hey Ladies and Gents! Last night, I had a weird dream.  Actually, I think all my are dreams weird. The whole day of yesterday I didn’t have  my own personal headphones, and I really missed them a lot.  I’m not saying Apple iPhone headphones are the best, but I’ve grown accustomed to them.  So in my dream, I believed all the iPhone headphones that I ever owned appeared on my apartment living room counter.  It was as if they were reminding me of what they’ve done for me.  They were the facilitators, through the aid of losing myself in the music.  They were my humble servants, allowing me to pass instructions to my iPhone through them.  They were my accomplices, giving me the ability to play video games, talk to someone hands free, and pretending to listen to what the person was saying on the phone.  A lot of “uh huh”s , “yea, I know”s, and “oh that’s crazy”s.  It’s just another day in the life of me,  but give thanks to the honor dead! 🙂

Saint Patrick’s Weekend 2013

Hey ladies and gents! It’s been a while! Saint Patricks weekend was def one to remember, or actually not. “The best nights are the ones you can’t remember,” and I definitely needed someone to help me recollect the events that blew by more quickly than a blink of an eye.

My friend Kalada and I decided to head to Chicago the last three days of Purdue University’s spring break. First, let me provide you with some background info. Why didn’t I travel to somewhere warmer like South Padre or Panama City? Second week of school, Kalada and I literally said “f*** it! lets head to Miami for four days.” We bought a ticket the next day and flew out two days later. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and a decision well made. We loved how random it was, just throwing a kink in redundant life at Purdue. We even got to meet up with some Brazilian friends. However!, we spent… waaaaaaaaay too much money. It’s fine though, because learned how to plan better. Because we spent too much, we decided that Chicago is our best bet since its only a two hour drive.

Damola, Kalada, Caio

Now, Chicago , Chicago, Chicago. Oooh you treat me so good. Kalada and I reached our destination by Thursday night. As per our usual tradition, we took shots of Captain Morgan while playing Call of Duty Zombies! Playing zombies while intoxicated is nothing short of epic-ness. {Intoxication Level: 4 Tipsy}.  We eventually left our hotel in Chinatown and went to club Vision.  Now it was lame that night, however a good night is not defined by the location but by the people you are with.  My friend and I had some liquid fun in our system so we made the best of it. {Intoxication Level: 6 Feeling Good}.

The real fun began Friday night. After participating in our tradition, we headed to Social 25 bar where we met up with my Ghanian friend Marxy. {Intoxication Level: 4 Tipsy}. I have to admit, she was looking real good that night … … real good 😉 lol. Anyway, since it was still early, the bar was still calm. {Intoxication Level: 5 Feeling Alright}. we all went to the car and started taking more shots. Actually, Kalada and Marxy clicked real fast. There was several incidents of obvious flirtation going lol. {Intoxication Level: 7 Ok…}.

Damola, Marxy, Caio

We headed to Untitled club and danced some. I told the beautiful bar tender “Um… we’re West Africans so we want ~that~ good drink.” Her:”Same as everyone, sorry.” Me:”Does everyone give $10 tip?” Half an hour later->{Intoxication Level: 9 Shit Just Got Serious}. We then went back to Social 25, and it was packed. Once we got in, Kalada bought us more shots… … {Intoxication Level: 10 Wasted}. We danced our asses off, dancing to the moving beats of the liquid fun.  Now… this is where my friends and I get separated. lol

I wake up on a couch. I look around. “Where the **** am I?” I am in a very nice apartment, well if it didnt have so much beer cans lying around you could tell it was a nice apartment. The place is overlooking the city of Chicago. Freaking beautiful. I can see the ocean from where I’m lying down.

What I woke up to.

I start walking around, and I see someone passed out on a bed. “Excuse me. Nice to meet you.” lol Seriously, thats how I officially met the owner of the apartment. My phone is dying and I quickly text Kalada my location before it shuts off.  Tony, name of the guy, was a real cool guy.  The first thing he did was offer me liquid fun. {Intoxication Level: 1 Straight Chillin}. We started playing beer pong, and by the time Kalada arrived I lost 4 games in a row! {Intoxication Level: 3 Getting There}. Kalada is obviously still recovering, his face told a story of a good night.  Hours later, there are more people arriving to Tony’s apartment, and we are drinking to our hearts content. We did not drink anything but liquid fun, and barely ate at all.

Tony and the Crew

Tony and the Crew

Johnny

Tony and the Crew

Tony and the Crew

Both kalada and I never had the chance to go change our clothes!!!!! …so we walked to Macy’s to pick up a green tie {Intoxication Level: 8 Ignorance is Settling}. smh. I lost Kalada at Macy’s so I walked back to Tony’s apartment, and I freaking lost my tie too in the process! Apparently, Kalada passed out one of Macy’s store couches and security had to wake him up lmao.
Everything after that is a blur. Some things I remember but I’ll entrust those events to the minds of our friends, and hope the memories lives on. Too much goodies in them 🙂

Kalada and Marxy (middle)

Damola and Marxy… we are both out of it!

Kalada swaggin

Kalada on his Spider-Man flow. Tony on his …Captain Morgan flow? lol

Yea I was done

Tony Damola Kalada

We ended it off with some good ole Nigerian food: Pounded Yam

Kalada about to Pounded Yam

Tony and the Crew

P.S. As you can see, Kalada and I wore the same clothes to the same club two days straight. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  Good Life.

Let Yourself Feel

Ok, ladies and gents. Listening to this video spurred …a revelation within me.  It invoked a new analysis of my principles, criticizing past thoughts I never thought to lay under a microscope.  Since my undergrad years, I attempted to …demonstrate the principals I stand fast by, the same principals that are the building blocks of my citadel, simultaneously protecting and explaining the reasons behind some of my actions.  I try to scream through my actions such things as “Carpe Diem”, “Live, and Feel Alive”, and most of all “No Regrets”.  More recently, I think I’ve acquired another motto “I’m gonna die one day so… “.   That motto, which is usually the reasoning part of a sentence I’m moments from completing, is under my scrutiny as a result of listening to this song.  This is my observation and deduction. (play the song if you haven’t started it yet.)

I’ve always said that I’m not afraid of death, but I’ve never really elaborated and explained thoroughly.  This is partly because I didn’t fully understand why, even though I thought otherwise in the past.  I could be technical and ask “can you really experience Death?”  You experience the act of dying, but not the act of being dead.  Death awaits us all, and it is nothing but inevitable.  So no need to be afraid of a phenomenon you cannot experience first hand.  However, you can experience the act of dying, but I am neither afraid of dying, at least in the literal sense.  I, Oyindamola Oluwatimi, am afraid of the inability to experience.  I am frightened at the thought of expired time and losing the capacity to participate and expose myself to the endless wonders on earth.  Some would say that that is a circumvented definition of death,… mmmhh maybe.  In my perspective, being frightened and experiencing those things is worst than death; it is “dying” because after all, you can’t experience the former, but you can in the latter.  Dying is the inability to feel the sensations of the events that occur internally and externally.  The inability to observe the few good things left on this earth, and continuing to feel the battle of good and evil residing in the soul.  Most of all, dying is …is being afraid of gaining those inabilities.

Sometimes, our fears prevents us from action, and yet it also propels us to “do.” I act because I fear inaction.  As I am learning about myself as I am writing this, I am thinking to myself “Let Yourself Feel”.  Let yourself feel the fear for it may drive you to Live, and Feel Alive, at least while you can.

Ljósið by  Esteban Diácono

P.S. Just another day in the life of me 🙂

P.S.S Heading to Asia for the summer. First stop: South Korea!

The World We Live In

Ok, ladies and gents. No intro needed.  Just another day in the life of me. 🙂

I want to be completely nice. I want to be completely unselfish. I want to be completely friends with everyone.

I want to be compassionate, and I want to do it wholeheartedly. I want to love, and I want to do it full-heartedly.

I want to be empathetic. I want to feel your happiness, and cry tears of joy.  I want to feel your sadness, and weep tears of pain.

I want to be your advocate.  I want to understand your false sense of courage.  I want to rid you of your bravado.

I want to be your supporter.  I want to instill in you courage in the midst of fear.  I want you to understand conviction.

I want to be a painter, painting the skies any arbitrary color of my desire reflecting my mood state.

I want to be a sculpture, perverting the shape of the continents by deforming the face of the earth.

I want to be a penguin, flying through the endless skies wishing I could swim.

I want to be a bald eagle, dashing through the waters of Antartica with my loving friend the seal not too far behind.

I want to be a designer. I want to travel to Paris’ and let my creativity bleed into the fashion industry.

I want to be a Nigerian President. I want to fix the rights of the past and do the country wrong for a change.

I want to be free. I want to walk the streets of Tokyo singing “Baibaba Bimba” over and over again without a care in the world.

But I Was Told By The World We Live In, That All My Wants And Desires Are “Impossible.”

I searched for “impossible”, and found it crossed out with words above it: “Refer to ‘Hope'”.

“Hope: a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. As long as you have Faith, there will always be Hope.”

Faith.

Random Links Pt V

Ok, ladies and gents.  Another installment in the Random Links series.  If I had to choose only one link that you will only view out of the list, it would be either the “Lovely Blood Flow” or the “Get Out” link.  I personally like both.  Oh btw, Happy New Year!!!! Just Another Day in the LIfe of me 🙂

Interactive Mouse Finding Cube

Lovely Bloodflow

Get Out : You probably can not guess the ending

What is God?

Ok, ladies and gentlemen.  I noticed one of my friends referenced God on multiple occasion as “She” instead of “Him”.  I didn’t think much of it besides that it deviates from the norm, but then he and I, our thoughts, and what we say particularly tend to be radical.  I wonder if it is natural or forcefully rebellion, or if it is rebellion at all.  Lets get to the point of this post to save you from my ramblings.  Just another day in the life of me. 🙂

What is God? What is Allah? What is Krishna? What is any deity you worship?  Does he, or she, have a physical form?  If so, why do religions represent these celestial beings in that manner?  Why do followers of a any religion who have depicted their deity in a physical form cater their deity to a particular sex, particularly male?

The Beginning of a 2005 Story: Laboux and Allura

Ok, ladies and gents.  I was perusing through my very old flash(jump) drive from 2005!  I was in search of a document, but I stumbled upon the beginning of a story line that I really wanted to share with the world.  Reading it now,  I suck as a writer. lol. But, hey, at least I can see where my mind was at back then.  Just another day in the life of me. 🙂

As their lips connect, Allura heard a faint sound, a sound that resembled a voice.  Allura, with a be-deviled look, paused.  Laboux, looking puzzled, asked her “what’s wrong?”  As the seconds roll by the voice became clearer and clearer, …it sounded like the man she was kissing, it sounded like Laboux.  “Allura!  Allura!,” it said.  “Allura, Allura, please don’t go,” the Laboux-like voice said repeatedly.  She then felt a sudden overwhelming pain to her head.  Then she felt it again, and again, and again.  She closes her eyes, madly yells, and grip her head from the sides.  Allura continued to feel this unfathomable amount of pain, as if an entity was causing a series of blows to her head.  She could not bear the pain, so it caused her to fall into the arms of Laboux.  He circumspectly raised her head with one hand, and raised Allura’s body with the other.  Laboux quickly notice a wet sensation in the palms of his hand.  An impulsive beat in his heart caused his body to turn stiff, while making him hesitant to raise his hand and look at the substance.

Links to Watch from the ‘Clouds’ Pt V

Ok, ladies and gents.  It has been a while since I posted a Links to Watch From the “Cloud’s” chapter.  I started collecting these set of links since May 31, 2011.  Yea, I like blogging… shrug.  So anyway, you know the criteria:  You have to be completely NOT SOBER.  If you visit some of these links, you’ll understand why.  Oh yea, one more thing.  It started as a GREEN World so … everybody STAY GREEN!!!! Just another day in the life of me 🙂

Nuit Blanche

Taste The Rainbow

Friendly Fires and Azari & III

No Corras Tanto

Anatomy of a Mashup

Click here for a cool as mash up of random noises to make a great ass mix.

Green World... So Stay Green o_0

Tied in a Single Garment of Destiny

Ok, ladies and gents.  Saw a picture that really got me thinking about Destiny again.  Just another day in the life of me. 🙂

I read this quote:

We Are Caught In An Inescapable Network of Mutuality, Tied in a Single Garment of Destiny. Whatever Affects One Directly, Affects All Indirectly. –  Martin Luther King Jr., Letter from Birmingham Jail, April 16, 1963

I agree with that last quote to a certain extent.  I believe Every Event has a Ripple Effect that Affects the Rest of the Universe.  What I don’t agree with is that we are all “Tied in a Single Garment of Destiny.”  Lets say there exists a set that consists of infinite unique parallel universes. Each universe is governed by “Destiny.”  Although the universes are unique, each corresponding existing entity across universes are still the same entity, regardless of cosmetics and/or varying individual thoughts.  Now, establishing those assumptions, we can infer that each universe is unique as a result of Action and Events occurring, both with subsequent rippling effects.  But if Destiny dictates the path for any entity’s span of existence, there should be a duplication of consecutive occurrences for a particulary entity from start to end in a number of parallel universes.  That contradicts our assumption that each universe is unique since entity’s across universes share the same fate.

A counter argument can be thrown that each entity in their respective universe shares a different Destiny.  If that is the case, then TWO things can be deduced from that: 1. Destiny Decides Your Fate; 2. You Have Absolutely Lost Control of Your Life, …so when did that happen? o_0

My Side of the Story o_0

Hand of Hope

Ok, ladies and gents.  I was skimming the web earlier today, and I found this post.  Besides the emotionally aspect of this miracle, this story is just plain interesting because of the procedure that was performed.   Either way, God Given Gifted Hands, and a returned Hand of Hope.  Just another day in the life of me. 🙂

Miracles that Begets Miracles.

“A picture began circulating in November. It should be “The Picture of the Year,” or perhaps, “Picture of the Decade.” It won’t be. In fact, unless you obtained a copy of the U.S. paper which published it, you probably would never have seen it.