Real Stories from Toronto #1,434,865 – Puta Madre: Döp

I volunteered at an installation architecture studio.  It was filled with people fresh off the boat from different countries.

One Spaniard and I were chatting on about languages.  He was teaching me Spanish and I was teaching him some North American slang.

“Yeah when you really like something you can say ‘Dope!’ or ‘That’s dope!’ with this (I do the dip snap).”

“Oh you do that snap!”



“Yeah, dope!  Technically, ‘dope’ can also mean marijuana in slang, but it all depends on how you say it yeah?

“Yeah!  It’s like in Spanish there are words that are good but will sound bad depending on how you say it.  Like, puta madre can be really bad, but if you say it like ‘PUTA MADRE!!! (he dip snaps), it means like it’s good, like ‘It’s döp!'”




On Deities, Society, and The Self and Unself

Gods and Goddesses are there for us to study; for people to embrace the momentary paradigms of life, to embody the complexities of humanity… They’re just people like you and I…or rather, without people, there wouldn’t be any Gods or Goddesses…
Because we are precisely the ones that bring Them to Life.

If they’re hated based on superficiality and misunderstood intentions, it’s because we’ve attached ourselves to that part of which we perceive (Buddha says: Attachment is the root of all Suffering, but I think Attachment is also the root of lost innocence).
In essence, they’re hated because it’s a part of ourselves that we fail to accept.
And when they’re loved, it’s because we see parts of ourselves we deem vulnerable that they bring out in the open.

Placing people on a pedestal, debilitates you from unlocking your own potential…from hearing the call of your own heart.

Real Stories from Toronto #2,475,866 – Body Language: You See Can It on Their Chest

FLIP chick:  Yeah when I was on the dating scene, it was so crazy.  But it’s kind of cool that we there’s all types of people.

It’s weird having all these social stuff come into play, but one of the most distasteful guys I went out with was this white guy who was all high and mighty on his money and himself.
It just got really annoying because you know you’re not being treated equally, but it’s not something that is freely out on the table… It’s like he’s that white guy and I’m that Filipina girl and that’s it.  That’s all I am to him: that Filipina girl from overseas that’s like a condiment to him.

It’s not even necessarily the race thing that’s the problem; like it’s not about that.  It’s the fact that they can’t see me any more as a human being beyond my race.

They don’t say it out loud, but you can see it on their chest.


Body language.

South Korean Girls Try American Snacks


…by Herman Hesse (Calw, Germany)

“Siddhartha is perhaps the most important and compelling moral allegory our troubled century has produced.  Integrating Eastern and Western spiritual traditions with psychoanalysis and philosophy, this strangely simple tale, written with a deep and moving empathy for humanity, has touched the lives of millions since its original publication in 1922.
Set in India, Siddhartha is the story of a young Brahmin’s search for ultimate reality after meeting with the Buddha.  His quest takes him from a life of decadence to asceticism, from the illusory joys of sensual love with a beautiful courtesan, and of wealth and fame, to the painful struggles with his son and the ultimate wisdom of renunciation.”
– book summary

“…where was Atman to be found, where he did dwell, where did his eternal heart beat if not in one’s own self, in the innermost, in the indestructible essence that every person bore within?  But where, where was this self, this innermost, this ultimate?  It was not flesh and blood, it was not thinking or consciousness – that was the wisest teach.  But then where, where was it?  To pierce there, to the self, to myself, to Atman – was there any other path worth seeking?  Ah, but no one showed this path, no one knew it, not his father, not the teachers and sages, not the holy sacrificial chants!  They knew everything, the Brahmins and their holy books, they knew everything: the creation of the world, the genesis of speech, of food, of inhaling, of exhaling, the orders of the senses, the deeds of the Gods – they knew an infinite amount.  But was it worthwhile knowing all this if you did not know the One and Only, the most important, the only important thing?”

“…the world is perfect at every moment, all sin already contains grace, all youngsters already contain oldsters, all babies contain death, all the dying contain eternal life.  It is not possible for any man to see how far along another man is on his way: Buddha is waiting in robbers and dicers, the robber is waiting in the Brahmin.  In deep meditation it is possible to eliminate time, to see all past, all present, all developing life as coexisting, and everything is good, everything perfect, everything is Brahma.  This is why that which is seems good to me, death seems like life, sin seems like saintless, cleverness like foolishness, everything must be like that, everything needs only my assent, only my willingness, my loving agreement; it is good for me like that, it can never harm me.  In my body and in my soul I realized that I greatly needed sin, I needed lust, vanity, the striving for goods, and I needed the most shameful despair to learn how to give up resistance, to learn how to love the world, to stop comparing the world with any world that I wish for, that I imagine, with any perfection that I think up; I learned how to let the world be as it is, and to love it and belong to it gladly…”


“To whomsoever Fate comes from the outside, it kills him as the arrow kills the deer. To whomsoever Fate comes from within, it empowers him and makes him into a God.”


Yeah, I finally read it.  It’s some heart-glowing shit. 

Voodoo Child (Slight Return)

…by late Jimi Hendrix (Seattle, Washington, USA)


Check out his site here
And his Wiki page here

Real Stories from Toronto #1,423,865 – We All Have an Accent

“Yeah I wasn’t born here.”

Oh! But you don’t have an accent when you speak Engrish!

“No I have an accent when I’m drunk. Or when I’m stoned or like when I’m really comfortable or something.”

We all have an accent when we’re drunk.


…yeah that’s a good point.


…directed by Habib Faisal (Mumbai, India)


Check out the IMDB page here

And the guy…Aditya Roy Kapoor…hot DAMN!

Check out his Twitter here


Scarifying (also scarification modification) involves scratching, etching, burning / branding, or superficially cutting designs, pictures, or words into the skin as a permanent body modification.[1] In the process of body scarification, scars are formed by cutting or branding the skin by varying methods (sometimes using further sequential aggravating wound healing methods at timed intervals, like irritation.), to purposely influence wound healing to scar more and not scar less. Scarification is sometimes called cicatrization (from the French equivalent).

Within anthropology, the study of the body as a boundary has been long debated.[1] In 1909, Van Gennep described bodily transformations, including tattooing, scarification, and painting, as rites of passage.[3] In 1963, Levi-Strauss described the body as a surface waiting for the imprintation of culture.  Turner (1980) first used the term “social skin” in his detailed discussion of how Kayapo culture was constructed and expressed through individual bodies.  Inscribed skin highlights an issue that has been central to anthropology since its inception: the question of boundaries between the individual and society, between societies, and between representation and experiences.
- Wikipedia


This takes the cake for me.

Real Stories from Toronto #1,546,899 – Maktub

maktub-palavra-escrita-caligrafia-arabeMaktub means “It is written” in Arabic. The concept of maktub and determinism are greatly incorporated in Islam.

This image is of something being unlocked with maktub and its meaning written in the center of it. This is symbolic of one unlocking their fates and living their destiny through use of following their Personal Legends. (“Personal Legend” quoted from “The Alchemist“)

Maktub is also a central component in the Qur’an from which Muslims follow strict guidelines on how to live a perfect life in the eyes of God.


A beautiful woman entered the room. A handsome man, smitten, stares at her, “Where’s your partner?”

“I don’t have one,” she replies. “I have problems…committing. I like flings though.”

The man’s eyes widen, “I am leaving the country in four months.”

Their eyes locked together.