So I recently talked with a friend who told me about this documentary about food consumption in America and what the food industry is pumping out to it's country. It definitely something to watch and reflect on.


http://www.foodincmovie.com/

       T shaped yellow heart? Yes, anything is possible in dreams. 

For some reason, I'm no longer the protagonist in my own dreams. Or  maybe figuratively I am, but I just haven't realized it yet.

  So, I am watching what seems to be an intense war occurring. The militia's (who were once people) mission is to steal the hearts of humankind making them emotionless. For what reason, I couldn't really figure out. The thing is, how they took the hearts out of individuals were with a huge machinery gun that sucked out a spiritual sort of yellow T-shaped essence.
   There is a mother, son, and undaunted daughter( Who at first, I thought was spoiled and annoying, but now realize was trying to find her own individuality and her identity). They are in an old, run-down storage room and eating some type of porridge/soup which looks delicious. I guess given the situation they were in, they were eating it like it was precious ambrosia. Therefore, enhancing the appearance of its taste.
  Later, the Mother is captured by the militia, and her heart is taken out. Somehow, the Mother becomes the leader of the whole brigade and sends out her mass heart suckers to capture the humans who still have their hearts, including her children. But instead of sucking their hearts out, she makes them sit in two different kumbayah-style circles.
 The rest is kind of a blur, but I do remember that the son was trying to lead the group of humans or organize them so they wouldn't do something irrational. However, the daughter tries to run away, and this starts an uproar among the other humans causing a  rebellion.
  As all hell breaks loose, people scrambling, the Mother takes action sending the militia to suck out everyone's heart. (I remember seeing in the background these spiritual T-shapes entering into the machinery. It was such an odd thing to see) The Mother seeks out the daughter specifically, because , ironic as it was with her heart no longer present, the Mother still had ill emotions towards the Daughter for her previous actions and the  pains she had caused her.

The last thing I remember was that the daughter was huddled amongst some poles near a wall. She was behind some sort of construction tables.

These dreams I have are getting more vivid. I actually like them, too.

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It's interesting how things you see aren't what they seem. Today, I was going to the gym to kill some fat, and there is a mini food market alley before entering the gym. As I was going through the alley, I passed a homeless man who had one of those rubber materials around his legs in hope of pretending that he doesn't have legs. He was also sitting on a movable crate. I glanced at him and noticed a very interesting object clutched in his hand. He was holding a cell phone and talking to someone.........now I ask you.... HOW is this possible? HOW is he able to pay the bills for the account? and then I thought to myself He must be making some sort of income from this "begging" occupation.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. More power to him I guess, and the crazy world we live in continues to go round.

Clazziquai Project (클래지콰이) - 'Flea' from special Album "Metrotronics"

Listen to the beat and sway. I always feel happy when I listen to this group.

Sometimes I wish that there wasn't such a big emphasis on race and gender identifying a person, but rather just the individual person and his/her character defining him/her. Details such as " please check box next to Asian/Caucasian/African-American/Pacific/Yellow/Blue/Male/Alien/Female"  does not in any way describe the person; Instead, it paves way for stereotyping. Yes, background is important because it is part of that person but not in any way their personality. Sometimes I forget that too. Ignorance is a bitch.

Automatically, subconsciously, one would have a certain image of that person as if this would show the basis of that whole person's being.

One day, I will just mark boxes randomly to surprise. The unexpected is always more interesting anyhow.

So a friend has revived what inspiration was almost dwindling away. It's been interesting looking at different briefs(not the underwear). I have been thinking constantly about how I can approach this. Sell out? Stepping stone? Positive? Negative? Either way, I'll take it with a grain of salt.

BTW it's finally a beautiful day here in Seoul. It makes my heart move.

Also, my boiler is fixed and am now able to take hot showers.