Real Stories from Toronto #2,646,875 – It’s All a Joke

“Why are you always laughing?  Sometimes I don’t even know what you’re laughing about!  Sometimes it’s just mean!”

– Didn’t you get the memo?

“What?  What memo?”

– It’s all a joke.


The Laughing Buddha

The Laughing Buddha

One day a monk walks up to him and asks, “What is the meaning of Zen?”
Smiling as usual, he instantly swung the sack over his shoulder.
“How does one realize Zen?”  Budai then takes up his bag and continues on his way.

From Siddhartha
“…Siddhartha replies that for every true statement there is an opposite one that is also true; that language and the confines of time lead people to adhere to one fixed belief that does not account for the fullness of the truth. Because nature works in a self-sustaining cycle, every entity carries in it the potential for its opposite and so the world must always be considered complete. Siddhartha simply urges people to identify and love the world in its completeness…”

The Broke Backpacker

…also known as “Will,” is an amateur adventurer, digital nomad and travel addict, originally from Brighton, UK.

“I first started backpacking when I was eighteen and was instantly hooked by all the inspiring people I met whilst hitching, camping and couchsurfing around Europe. Since then, I have lived in India for a year, worked on bars in Vietnam, herded goats in the Holy Land and conquered the highest navigable pass in the world armed with a poorly drawn map and a packet of ritz crackers. I have survived knife-point robberies in Nepal, guerrilla encounters in Myanmar, motorbike crashes in Vietnam and numerous other mis-adventures…

…On November 2nd, 2015 I am embarking on a two year adventure from the UK to Papua New Guinea via Europe, Iran, Pakistan, China, Tibet, Nepal, India, Myanmar, Thailand, Laos, Vietnam, The Philippines and Indonesia. My budget for this trip is just $20 a day. I will not be taking any flights. ”


When I grow up, I wanna be a broke backpacker too!
I’m already broke so I’m halfway there. 

This mofo will probably discover more about my home country than I have.
Big up tho that’s pretty sick 

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Real Stories from the World #2,343,678 – Upper Slum Parrots

We used to have a parrot in Manila to keep my grandparents company.  When we immigrated, we gave him away.

My mother told me that they cut off his wing so that the owners won’t lose them.  I reacted, “What the fuck?  How would they like it if we fucking cut their arms off?!?”

They apparently did it without thinking either: “Okay today I’m doing the laundry, cleaning the bathroom, doing some work, making a call to my colleague, and cutting off the parrot’s wings.”


My post regarding Snake Charmers prompted this memory to surface.

Back in Manila upper slum, it was the apparent norm…and the idea of treating animals as a living entity whose well-being is important was a far out foreign concept…precisely because of the fact that the well-being of the people living in those conditions weren’t looked after well enough either.

While it’s very easy to judge the people fucking with the parrots, we also have to keep in mind the number of times these people (and the familial beliefs they might have been born into) have been royally fucked by the system (pardon the cliché), to the point where they can’t even think for themselves.
I’ve been there.  I was born in that reality.  It was not fun.

At a point when we were living in upper slum I, myself, felt like a parrot – I was going to school that oppressed its students (they controlled everything from behavioural expectations by gender, age to hairstyles and skirt lengths…questioning the bible was punishable by getting expelled.  Critical thinking skills were not encouraged – despite the theoretical studies of it – and if you think or see anything outside of what is being taught, you’re essentially fucked.  And when your mindset is stuck within the confines of the cycle of shit, getting expelled and/or dropping out from school was one of the “worst” things that could happen in life)
Since the crime rate was high (school bus delays and cancellation due to a murdered driver, disappearing girls for forced sex labour, and hearing screams from stabbing next door were just some of the few delectable things on the menu) I was barely let out of the house.
Since it was (and still is) a patriarchal society, I was blamed and got beat for being harassed…even if I was dressed up conservatively, it was still something I must’ve done. eyeroll2   Le whatever.

On another note, this is how I analyze the situation: in as much as my metaphorical wings were cut off during my adolescence by withholding my sexuality and getting beat up thanks to my family’s deep-seated frustrations with poverty, the parrots’ wings were also cut off due to the oppressive environments, mentalities, and the discouragement of self-awareness and self-questioning thanks to deep-seated fear that get passed on from generation to generation.

I still love my family even though sometimes they’re just fucking Annoying.As.Fuck.
Plus what happened then, it was like more than a decade ago. I’m kinda over it.  It took me a while tho, but it made me realize that I essentially just needed a healthy outlet – oh hey guess why I re-started making art?

I decided to focus on the things that make me happy instead of dwelling on guilt and bullshit (mine and other people’s).  Whenever I smell bullshit or if bullshit is being imposed on me, I just purge it out of my system.
Life’s just too short.


As for cutting off the parrot’s wings for the purposes of them not escaping: I still think it’s pretty fucked up.  That is just So.Not.Cool.
Though I’m judging the act, not the people.

The World is Not Imperfect

“The world is not imperfect, or slowly evolving along a long path to perfection.
No, it is perfect at every moment; every sin already carries grace within it, all small children are potential old men, all sucklings have death within them, all dying people – eternal life.
It is not possible for one person to see how far another is on the way; the Buddha exists in the robber and dice player; the robber exists in the Brahmin. During deep meditation it is possible to dispel time, to see simultaneously all the past, present, and future, and then everything is good, everything is perfect, everything is Brahman. Therefore it seems to me that everything that exists is good – death as well as life, sin as well as holiness, wisdom as well as folly.

Everything is necessary, everything needs only my agreement, my assent, my loving understanding; then all is well with me and nothing can harm me. I learned through my body and soul that it was necessary for me to sin, that I needed lust, that I had to strive for property and experience nausea and the depths of despair in order to learn not to resist them, in order to learn to love the world, and no longer compare it with some kind of desired imaginary world, some imaginary vision of perfection, but to leave it as it is, to love it, and to be glad to belong to it.



Unless you were born outside the confines and barriers of the influence of Western civilization, you are not without guilt.  Everything is a double edged sword.
We do the best we can, but in some sense or another, we are all to blame.

At my lowest point of despair, all I wanted to do was live with them…


My old “friends” wondered about it.
“Their primitive and ‘unmodern’ ways of life, from their attire and customs, to their unique way of survival and methods of conquering and “making peace” with their natural environments was studied incessantly. This was of course before terms like ‘sustainability’, ‘organic’, ‘eco-friendly’, and ‘green’ entered mainstream and considered as ‘being the cool and earth-correct way of thinking.'” – Endangered Eden

Think about it:  They didn’t fear death; they lived knowing that everything and everyone must pass (we all die)…and I think that’s why, despite some super fierce tribal wars, they had inner peace.

Apparently they have sacred ways that have been forgotten.  If everything is just energy, then it’s probably something simple and something we all intuitively know.
Our energies are probably just attached to a variety of things and people that it just doesn’t occur to us…

…like how some of my energy wishes I had their abs.
Like, damn.

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Despite the sucky reality of how the snakes are being treated, there’s a part of my heart that was warmed up because, to me, it’s beautiful art. ❤ ❤ ❤
I’ve never been to India, but I’ve always been interested in world cultures and traditions. I looked it up and it’s apparently a pretty significant part of history. It would be sad to see it die out. Plus, it’s the livelihood of many people (I’m guessing from the lower end of the socio-economic scale, some of which may not know nor desire any other way to live) who might enjoy doing it and have passed down this alluring tradition from generation to generation. I’m sure it has made a lot of people happy and are fascinated by it (as it did me when I watched appropriations of it via Disney and other Western production companies…actually, it still makes me happy :P)
I grew up with such “past times” (there’s a lot of Filipino versions of esoteric entertainment) and there’s a huge part of me that links this to those experiences as a child.
Like magicians do, snake charmers also have their secret (or a “cheat”)…unfortunately, in this case, it involves some animal cruelty.  I wasn’t as shocked with the defanging part (out where I live, it’s pretty common for cat owners to get their kitties declawed.  It’s the same concept to me), but taking out venom glands…like, fuck.  That’s just brutal.
I wish the government and snake charmers can work together to come up with an alternative to defanging and maybe try and make sure that the snakes get good treatment when they get home. It would be good initiative for the snake charmers to put them in well ventilated baskets too.
The snakes, who are very much deprived of their freedom, help them pay the bills and therefore, I feel that it would be fair to at least have their well-being looked after as well.

Like, can’t they just stick a biodegradable styrofoam-like packing peanut on their fangs or something? That will block out the venom from coming out, plus it pads the sharpness of the fangs, so it’ll just be pressure, not puncture, if they bite.
Like, it’s 2015, you know?  There’s all these resources and stuff that you can use as an alternative if the old school ways with the old school culture isn’t working out.
I don’t know if that’s actually a feasible and logical suggestion, but I thought I should just throw it out there….brainstorming and shit.


from “A Christmas Story” (1983, directed by Bob Clark) same concept


Having said that if nothing can be done for the well-being of the snakes at all (like if they have to suffer as much as they do and packing peanuts can’t be used to pad the fangs and they’re not getting the treatment they deserve), then, as much as it saddens me, I would be for banning it.
Mutilation is a pretty fucked up price to pay for a relationship that only benefits one party.

But don’t take it against me, if someday, I pay tribute to this culture…because despite the fucked up shit it involves, the magic is not lost on me.  ❤ ❤ ❤

Originally posted on Enchanted Forests:

The King Cobra  ( Scientific name Ophipohagus Hannah) is highly revered in India .Celebrated in myths and legends they are worshipped on the day of Nag Panchmi.

Native to the Indian Sub Continent and  South East Asia it is the largest venomous snake on Planet Earth.

These colourful snake charmers were spotted at the Camel Fair in Pushkar. Keep an eye on the gentleman without the turban. Watch the bag across his shoulder. Do observe the King has his eye on him as well.

watch the man in the background The Snake Charmers

The Kind Cobra has wonderful eyesight and smelling capabilities. It is also equipped with a deadly venom, a neurotoxin which attacks the Central Nervous System.

Watch the man without a turban now adorns a bandanna and has set his bag on the sandy soil. The King has honed onto him and is all attention.

the basket is out of the bag The King carefully watches the…

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…by 5kin and Bone5 (San Francisco, USA as well as Rwanda) feat. YG (Compton, California, USA) and TY$ (Los Angeles, California, USA)


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Summoning of the Muse

…by Dead Can Dance (Melbourne, Australia) currently based in London, UK

And an amazing tribute by Davide Caresta (Rome, Italy)


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André Cruz

…is an artist (and a tattoo artist) based in Sao Paulo, Brazil

“I believe not a “tattoo artist” but rather an artist who in addition to express themselves with screens and papers, also uses the skin and the human anatomy as a means of expression, and that knowledge about art and design becomes critical to my development daily.”

I sure as hell no comprende Portuguese, but if you can…

His art feels like freedom…Beautiful!!!

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Jacopo Castellano

…is a VJ/Visual Designer based in Berlin, Germany

courtesy of Jacopo Castellano

courtesy of Jacopo Castellano


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And his Twitter here (seriously follow him on Twitter.  He has good taste. I stalk him a lot)
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…is an algorithmic digital artist based in Vienna, Austria

photo courtesy of Generated Design

photo courtesy of Generated Design


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This is What English Actually Sounded like 500 Years Ago

“It’s interesting how movies make you believe that if you time travel to the middle ages you’ll understand people perfectly. But is it true? Would you really understand an Englishman from the 16th century? Hear for yourself in the video below where a 500-year-old poem is read aloud.”
– Encurious


They kinda talk like they have pickles up their assholes.

Dis be why I think slang is important.

When in doubt, always do ghetto.

If you’re a noob: UrbanDictionary is where it’s at.