Monday, May 6, 2013

How to Meditate
Jack Kerouac (1922 - 1969)
-lights out-fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
i hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance-Healing
all my sicknesses-erasing all-not
even the shred of a 'I-hope-you' or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it off, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes-and
with joy you realize for the first time
'thinking's just like not thinking-
So I don't have to think

Sunday, May 5, 2013

10 things I hate... I don't recall when I first started this list.

1)Having to stop at a gas station to fill up the tank just right before going to a party or restaurants. I'm normally starving to death prior the munchtime. Why can't we fill the tank on the way back?

2)Students that miss classes and don't excuse on that.

3)Hate doing the dishes, the laundry, the cleaning... you name it.

4)Hate having periods. I've got the worst pms. I wanna reborn a man - a hairy one - soaked in testosterone so that there is not a slight chance of wishing to have those sex changes.

5)Hate soups when I am not sick. But when I am sick and that is the only thing I'm allowed to eat, so then I love it.

6)Hate when my computer shuts down by its own wish... it's because I sometimes hit accidently a key which is located right next to the 'enter' and 'delete' buttons. I had just done that while typing the introduction to this comment. So therefore I am typing key by key carefully and skillfully in order to avoid getting a nervous breakdown.

7)I hate when my hubby forgets to do something. He doesn't make lists. He doesn't write reminder notes. He doesn't set his cell or computer alarms to go off and this way he could remember to have whatever is needed to be done.

8)Hate when people who know me try to call my attention on the streets or malls by whistling or making those weird sounds. I know they mostly intend to chat a be nice, but why can't they shout "Laila"?

9)Hate seeing garbage on the floor - specially in public places. What's up with those piggies who can't walk extra yards just to dump their trash into a wastebasket???? Would they throw their used toilet paper on the bathroom floor if the trashcan were placed far from the bowl???

10)Hate having zitts on my butt - but that is a too personal hatred which may not concern the general and average blog reader!!!

5 days late...