It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with the wildness and let the ecstasy ill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without  actions cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty, even when its not pretty, everyday, and if you can source your own lie from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon “yes”.

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interests me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments

- Oriah

I want this room.

lolol hahaha

(found this on Ak47’s reblog)

So I’m totally obsessed (well not obsessed but you know what I mean) with Domo-kun. I haven’t really watched any of the shows but somehow, my girlfriend (holy shit feels SO GOOD to be finally saying that) just follow got me into it. Now I want to buy a frigging huge ass Domo-kun doll for my car just so the backseat can be graced with his presence. Pacific Mall here I come! Well, of course until I get some cash, but that’s coming up soon-times =).

So is he the person that started the “OM NOMNOM NOM” craze? I don’t know. I just know he’s pretty fucking awesome and badass. Not sure who’s more kickass, him or Badtz-Maru.

I just know he likes to watch television, which is awesome in my books. And I also know he likes to chase cats for some reason.

I think everyone has a soft spot for Domo, I mean look at the guy, he’s always smiling/hungry/happy or something. Who doesn’t want that in their lives?

truth.

=)

lolol hahha cola win!

I seriously need to get my hands on a Apple Laptop, or a desktop. Drastically need it to improve my productivity as well as my focus on my work. I’ll need to somehow invest in the machine soon, especially after I pay off my car.

This is just a note to self. Or maybe a kick in the ass. Or both.