I went to Manhattan on the past weekend for two nights. I went with a friend of mine, and his friends. Manhattan was just what I expected, lots of stores and lots of busy people. Our hotel was really nice though, we stayed at the W hotel. Five of us shared a room, a very small room. The company is what made the trip great. They were all super cool people, and I made new friends. I look forward to seeing them again.
We went to many restaurants and saw a show off Broadway. It was called Alter Boyz, and was very funny (Christian boys turned boy band).
While in Manhattan, we passed a women lying on the street yelling out ‘I haven’t eaten today, I haven’t eaten today’. This scene made me have to hold back tears, as all around me where nicely dressed people holding their Gucci, Banana Republic, etc. bags. No one even looked, or even pretended to care. How does someone end up on the street like that, there are places for them to get help right? I’m not judging any of the people around me, as I too did not help her. Why didn’t I help, could it be that I fell into the bystander affect? Next time I will help, right?
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Slip Away
"Last night I took a trip,
like I always said I would,
into your dreams.
Do you remember,
or was it just me?"
~SiSe
Welcome all to my little space, a little place where I can find refuge away from a world so busy, selfish and needy.
Who am I? I don't know. I'm the confused soul you see wondering the fields trying to find meaning in all the small instances of life.
I'm the one who then disregards all that and says that they all don't really matter. I'm the living contradiction, totally okay with saying that the question can be answered a number of ways, and that I don't know which one is the most correct.
I ponder still though.
Confused? Good, because that's okay. Things are confusing sometimes, and that's okay to admit. I'd rather confuse you than lie to you with false coherence.
At the same time, I have direction and motivation, hopes and dreams of a great future. Confusion is not the opposite of direction, just the means to the end.
I'm also in love and don't really know why, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
like I always said I would,
into your dreams.
Do you remember,
or was it just me?"
~SiSe
Welcome all to my little space, a little place where I can find refuge away from a world so busy, selfish and needy.
Who am I? I don't know. I'm the confused soul you see wondering the fields trying to find meaning in all the small instances of life.
I'm the one who then disregards all that and says that they all don't really matter. I'm the living contradiction, totally okay with saying that the question can be answered a number of ways, and that I don't know which one is the most correct.
I ponder still though.
Confused? Good, because that's okay. Things are confusing sometimes, and that's okay to admit. I'd rather confuse you than lie to you with false coherence.
At the same time, I have direction and motivation, hopes and dreams of a great future. Confusion is not the opposite of direction, just the means to the end.
I'm also in love and don't really know why, but I wouldn't have it any other way.