He arrived early bringing a couple of beers, listening to some music beforehand elevated our mood.
We arrived at the place that was relatively close to the neighborhood. Two men were standing outside the door welcoming the crowd that looked fancy, modern, something real somehow exotic. A real passion for exclusive parties. This time it was a warehouse that welcomed a band of six ,playing different tunes that reminded me of movies during the sixties. Beautiful women and dancing souls. the ultimate freedom brought together when strangers gather in a room that requires strong eye contact and spontaneous reactions, the real self with the ultimate goal to get f..... up but maybe not. It doesn't matter.Let go of any fear and stress though one must be careful what to smoke because smoking is harmful to your health. A loft-alike warehouse, decorated with abstract paintings, three dj like booths powered by the apple known as Mac, colorful projectors, psychedelic lighting, all teeth shiny white. It was like having a mushroom experience without even touching the damn thing. Amazing!
A chillout room with one of the greatest logos of times, a picture of Bob the Rastafarian, the idle of freedom. his times have past and do not match with today's reality and fast pace but there is always some room for this kind of entertainment. Feeling just like a king, a social king who enjoys the moment like nothing else. it cannot be happening forever because it is too romantic to the senses,a great experience worth of waiting for the next time. The cute little faces all trapped under the spell of joy. Would you share such a trip? It is at least a way to beat the system. easy living is not essential but happy living always!
Rest and keep me posted..

Open Your Mind even more.

elegance, puro character

The week has passed quick this time. priorities are met, daily exercise works fine so far, the music is playing at normal volume settings, the harmony penetrates my ears and enriches my soul. Any worrying isn't necessary at that point. what have you to lose? anything you have gained at that time belongs to you and only you, great prerequisites to lead your path.
Never underestimate the power of thinking. Surrender yourself into deep thinking but know exactly when you should get out of that. When you hit the limit, a powerful nerve will shake vividly somewhere between the two hemispheres and force you not to proceed any further with the mental processing. Are you lost? It is alright, it is good to get lost once in a while, move back for a second like the painter who walks away from his painting, take a spherical view of it and then proceed. it is good to keep up with your past, the recent past, the day before today, or as much as you are able to track back trough time. It is all apart by means of time. Bring it all upon your self now and measure the progress.
What is this that keeps you in existence, what is this that proves your identity? Haven't you thought of the fact that what makes you different from me is that where you stand is the place you stand and I cannot be standing there at the same time. What proves my identity are only my memories, knowledge, experiences, events and things off this sort that if taken away from me I would cease to exist. It works the same way for you. Can I enter your personality and conquer what you rule right now?  Would you like to change your persona and be the emperor of China?
Built a well developed fence around your material body and let the quality pleasures trapped into it. Make all these accidental changes that occur everyday part of your reality. Come a little closer and you will see.

mgt 4862

Inadequate internal management does not allow the company
to focus on the external environment thus achieving a distinctive advantage
and growth. The marketing plan does not exist therefore the brand image is not clear in the
eyes of the consumers.
In conclusion we feel that the company is doing well at the moment but if the key strategic challenge is met the company could boost up sales.

In Repetition, Kierkegaard's literary character Young Man laments:
How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it and why was I not informed of the rules and regulations but just thrust into the ranks as if I had been bought by a peddling shanghaier of human beings? How did I get involved in this big enterprise called actuality? Why should I be involved? Isn't it a matter of choice? And if I am compelled to be involved, where is the manager—I have something to say about this. Is there no manager? To whom shall I make my complaint?

Dr Alban Alabalaba

Dj Rui Da Silva- Touch Me (DJ TIESTO REMIX)

simply awful!!

It was around 1:30 when i changed the books that were left in the schoolbag the night before, finished the last sip of coffee that went down my throat pumping caffeine up to my brain cells, which immediately got the usual order for sustaining a state of alertness for the next three hours or so!
On the way to the train which is located on 30th Avenue, i saw the same man I've noticed 3 days ago coming out of the train in a torn black athlete pant which was wet and awfully dirty. His top was in similar condition and his legs were barely fastened in the black sandals he wore. They were cut and lose from almost every point as he slowly dragged his feet with them down the stairs. The bystander effect in action again! Everybody's watching but who is willing to do something?
At even a much worst condition I met the man today coming out from the bank which is a few steps away from the train station. He was coming out the door behind the middle aged lady who hold the door for him on the way out. It wasn't hard to tell that this tall reeked man , had absolutely nothing from this dreamworld we the rest live in. The old man walking a few steps ahead of me saw the man in misery and said in a concerned manner that proved his shock:'You shouldn't be in the streets! Somebody ought to call an ambulance!' I turned my head once and what i saw was phenomenally unparalleled with the lines of the reality we most people live under. He didn't say anything, he had no power to even breathe. All he whispered was:' yeah please.'
What the bleep do we know? And let's forget of all the fourth dimension experiments, explanations, demonstrations and whatever money is spent trying to educate people in those fields. Education is good and technology necessary but how can one ignore a man like that?   People make their decisions and they may fall off the life's ladder and crash so bad that we the rest are even frightened to think of.
I do not even know if the old man who was an unusual example of a loud bystander actually called an ambulance to come and rush this poor man in. You see I thought i was under time pressure like the most of you, and full of curiosity I disappeared from the scene which haunted my thoughts during the day.
Who the hell cares ? This is the hard but frequent thought we make through out our busy lifestyles.
So many buildings are constructed every day! Why do not you built a place, an asylum or whatever might help people like that old neglected man regain their physical strengths? Just think that all they need food, a shower and a bed to recover from the engorged wounds that cover all their feet and face! If we only provide the first which is the bread they will be able to look more like human beings again.
What kind of careless animals are we?