Buddhan perse

Maailma on ihan vitun hieno. Mie en ikinä tuu ymmärtää kaikkee. Miks mun siis pitäis edes yrittää rationalisoida kaikki?

Transcendental philosophy.

Updating is for excessive masturbators.

"Can't you hear the beat?"

My sister's a drummer. Pretty good at it too. It's in our blood. Dad was a drummer too when he was young.
I have a tendency to tap things. Drum without the drums. One day I was just playing the same old thing with my fingers when my sister said that I always drum that same tune. “Don't you know how to play anything else?”, she asked. I told her that we all have our own beat. A little tune we beat when we are out of focus, when there isn't any songs playing in our heads. Nothing to occupy our hands and the hand acts on it's own. Beating our souls baseline.
A little peek to our souls and how we see the world. The beat is unique, even if the tune is sometimes shared.

Updootan like a motherfucker!

I do believe that little updating is in order. First things first, I got accepted to Helsinki University with major in theoretical philosophy. I'm presently looking for a place to live in there and will hopefully be moving there next month.

This is freaking the hell out of me, to say the least. I do not deal well with time and growing older. And to top it off I'm turning 21 in a month. So big adult shit combined with a factual reminder of my age is making me feel a bit bummed out right now. But fear not, I do believe that will grow up (no pun intended) to be severely freaking the fuck out by next month. So yeah, hilarity will ensue.

Other things are pretty much okay in my life. Nothing stressing or looming behind my back waiting to sneak up on me. Atleast not to my knowledge. Hopefully it will remain that way.

And I'll try to play nice. You all should too.

The white heroes of Empirism

Tests are done, did my best. If I get in, it’s because I was that good. If I don’t, the others were better. It’s as simple as that. I will find out about that in mid-July.

Then let’s go to personal matters… There was this temp at work I got really interested so we switched numbers. (How I managed in that was an adventure on it’s own as it involved some difficulties, Explanations best left for later.) She was there for work-practice for school and she left in the beginning of May. I’m all “we should hook up” and shit. But she’s telling me that she’s off to France for a month. Got it planned ages ago. So she goes for a month.

She came back awhile back. And I’m all “let’s hook up!” again. Oh, no. She’s got another month travelling Finland. But she’d love to meet me after that. And I’m still waiting like a silly little motherfucker killing time and being all confused that is she just messing with my head?

I do love life, regardless. Is summer, yo.

Conflictings and shiatzu.

I REFUSE TO UPDATE JUST FOR THE SAKE OF UPDATING!

And yet I did it... Such paradoxes I make.

Market square heroes.

“And you sit there and talk revolutions
But can you tell me who’s in command?
When you tell me the forces we’re fighting
Then I’ll join you and gladly make plans.”

I’m not much of a radical but I am willing to be the frothing battle priest for a cause.
I already know the enemy, it stares me in the mirror daily. I just need an alternative for it. A solution. I will accomplish nothing by changing the world. I need to change man. The problem is, I don’t know how. Until then I need to bide my time, watch, listen and learn. Most of all learn. For this is a battle fought with knowledge and wisdom. This is the cold war for the soul of mankind. No, for the soul of a man. In singular. If I gain the knowledge to change myself… To redeem one soul. Then I may be able to attempt it en masse. From singular to plural. From a speck of dust, smaller than a grain of sand, to a sandstorm.

Sounds easy, doesn’t it?