Nice guys And nice girls seem to live a much fuller life when compared to "chicken breezies" and "assholes". Though, they believe they're missing something that really is there already. Girls don't see the perfect guy next to them, and guys force their beliefs that the attractive, perfect looking female is going to love them with the same intensity as they do. Correct! But in my sense, to take the time to even think about why other people receive what they get instead of realizing that they should just live their own life. If you're friends with someone and you can talk to them, but there are no mutual signs from both parties, stay friends. But, if one does have feelings for the other, why hesitate, just say it. And if the outcome is negative, leave it be. Who is the one at loss, the one who rejects his or her friend. And for the nice girls, live up to be what you are, not the upbringing of such a fad as breezie-ville, or chickenhead. You ask why I take the time to write about this, mainly, I like to add my two cents into such debates, if you can actually call it that. Debating consists of knowing the side between why girls and guys treat the one's in front of them the way they do, and why "assholes" and "chicken breezies" only accept their kind. We have the side of the nice boys and girls; well, what about the "assholes" and "chicken breezies". The answer to that is easy. Everyone believes they belong in the nice group. Open your eyes everyone, we all belong somewhere. Know your place. And if you don't know, then ask someone. And don't feel offended when you find out.
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Monday, July 28, 2003
Friday, July 25, 2003
Listening to Rent - La Vie Boheme
Counting the days to my vacation to the east coast for the very first time, and now its how many days after. Knowing that my New York trip was nearly a week ago tomorrow. At least I know that life moves on when I'm not there. Ha! I'm only kidding about that last comment. I didn't really get to watch the sun rise over the water, but I didn't see it rise over the empire state building. The fast pace lifestyle is not, but could be my thing. For the time being, I'm going to stick to the comfortable weather of sf, opposite of sj. Walking across the street may kill one and become flattened by those infamous yellow vehicles that blanket this city that sleeps between an interval of one hour a night. Under any circumstance, the trip was a different experience. The differences of what a city can give that is different shaped, different area altogether just make me feel that I neglect my own city of San Francisco. If I was native of New York, it seems as if I would do what I do in sf, and that is ignore the sites that most tourists come here to see. I am not really worried about what I see in my native land of sf, but I just can't believe...I'm being repetitive, so bottom line, I live in a tourist land, but I've never taken advantage of it. The hotel, my Aivy and I, stayed at was quite intimate. A single room with our own bathroom, not to mention a view of four to five skyscrapers, and a door thin enough that we can hear whispers, our apologies to our neighbors on those heated nights, and some days, in Room 202. To the fellow tourist on our Harbor Nights ferryboat ride around Manhattan, show a little common courtesy, I guess. And I would also taken advantage of the spot I could have got. Would I move from a spot that I found very convenient for my picture taking, of course. Would it make me less of a gentlemen if I didn't move, no because I'm as much of a tourist as her. Ha! Times Square was amazing. The 3-story Toys 'R Us was fun stuff. I don't think I'll ever see a toy store with everything that you actually want, minus the limited amount of video games, but bleh. I'm not really going to detail my trip, all I will say is that it was fun. My Aivy and I saw a Broadway show, Rent. Niiiiice!!! I got goosebumps when I heard the songs that I was oh so familiar with; Light My Candle, La Vie Boheme, No Day But Today, etc. I wouldn't mind seeing the show again when it comes to SF. Who wants to watch? I think my personal negative moments of the trip was the inconvenience of the hostess at the desk not accepting a particular package for us, but I'm not mad. Oh! And the flight back took like seven to eight hours. I don't like turbulence, but I had to show some courage there. I guess my mindset was, if the flight attendants were scared, then I'm not going to be. My Aivy, you definitely scared me. When we finally got over Michigan, the plane was straightforward. A sight that I enjoyed watching was the plane keeping up with the last moments of daylight. It seemed as if the light stayed with us for most of the trip. If you don't know what I mean, just ask me. Overall, there was nothing to fear from this trip. Maybe the fact that my Aivy almost got stuck there. Check out her story if you like at
Now being back on the west coast where I believe I belong. Almost a week since we got back from NYC and my sleeping pattern is a lot better. Instead of sleeping at 5am and waking at 3pm, I am sleeping by 2am and waking at 9am. Time to look for jobs that'll help gather some cash to get a place with my buddy, Thor. In less than ten-days I will again be a resident of San Francisco. Hopefully my future years of sf life won't be like my first 18. Well, more like my last 5-years of sf.
Akbayan is very limited and less-interested in me now, yet it will always be my family, my barangay. I feel as if I'm more involved with PASA. (Shrugs)
Sorry for not updating recently, I'm very much addicted to Final Fantasy X, soon to be Socom2 & Final Fantasy X2 (come October/November)
...my 1-year Anniversary of BlogSpot, Sigh. Blogger keeps me adjusted with the profound memories that I will record until days on end...
Counting the days to my vacation to the east coast for the very first time, and now its how many days after. Knowing that my New York trip was nearly a week ago tomorrow. At least I know that life moves on when I'm not there. Ha! I'm only kidding about that last comment. I didn't really get to watch the sun rise over the water, but I didn't see it rise over the empire state building. The fast pace lifestyle is not, but could be my thing. For the time being, I'm going to stick to the comfortable weather of sf, opposite of sj. Walking across the street may kill one and become flattened by those infamous yellow vehicles that blanket this city that sleeps between an interval of one hour a night. Under any circumstance, the trip was a different experience. The differences of what a city can give that is different shaped, different area altogether just make me feel that I neglect my own city of San Francisco. If I was native of New York, it seems as if I would do what I do in sf, and that is ignore the sites that most tourists come here to see. I am not really worried about what I see in my native land of sf, but I just can't believe...I'm being repetitive, so bottom line, I live in a tourist land, but I've never taken advantage of it. The hotel, my Aivy and I, stayed at was quite intimate. A single room with our own bathroom, not to mention a view of four to five skyscrapers, and a door thin enough that we can hear whispers, our apologies to our neighbors on those heated nights, and some days, in Room 202. To the fellow tourist on our Harbor Nights ferryboat ride around Manhattan, show a little common courtesy, I guess. And I would also taken advantage of the spot I could have got. Would I move from a spot that I found very convenient for my picture taking, of course. Would it make me less of a gentlemen if I didn't move, no because I'm as much of a tourist as her. Ha! Times Square was amazing. The 3-story Toys 'R Us was fun stuff. I don't think I'll ever see a toy store with everything that you actually want, minus the limited amount of video games, but bleh. I'm not really going to detail my trip, all I will say is that it was fun. My Aivy and I saw a Broadway show, Rent. Niiiiice!!! I got goosebumps when I heard the songs that I was oh so familiar with; Light My Candle, La Vie Boheme, No Day But Today, etc. I wouldn't mind seeing the show again when it comes to SF. Who wants to watch? I think my personal negative moments of the trip was the inconvenience of the hostess at the desk not accepting a particular package for us, but I'm not mad. Oh! And the flight back took like seven to eight hours. I don't like turbulence, but I had to show some courage there. I guess my mindset was, if the flight attendants were scared, then I'm not going to be. My Aivy, you definitely scared me. When we finally got over Michigan, the plane was straightforward. A sight that I enjoyed watching was the plane keeping up with the last moments of daylight. It seemed as if the light stayed with us for most of the trip. If you don't know what I mean, just ask me. Overall, there was nothing to fear from this trip. Maybe the fact that my Aivy almost got stuck there. Check out her story if you like at
Now being back on the west coast where I believe I belong. Almost a week since we got back from NYC and my sleeping pattern is a lot better. Instead of sleeping at 5am and waking at 3pm, I am sleeping by 2am and waking at 9am. Time to look for jobs that'll help gather some cash to get a place with my buddy, Thor. In less than ten-days I will again be a resident of San Francisco. Hopefully my future years of sf life won't be like my first 18. Well, more like my last 5-years of sf.
Akbayan is very limited and less-interested in me now, yet it will always be my family, my barangay. I feel as if I'm more involved with PASA. (Shrugs)
Sorry for not updating recently, I'm very much addicted to Final Fantasy X, soon to be Socom2 & Final Fantasy X2 (come October/November)
...my 1-year Anniversary of BlogSpot, Sigh. Blogger keeps me adjusted with the profound memories that I will record until days on end...
Saturday, July 05, 2003
Listening to Beach Boys - Surfin' USA
It is my 24th Birthday and I feel as if it is just another day. The orientation of the past couple of days are deteriorating mainly because I sleep at the oddest hours. My eyes close when the sky has a clear, solid light blue-ness. Sometimes I wake up when the sun is waving goodbye to day and welcoming evening. At 9:31pm tonight, I celebrate my twenty-fourth year of existence. Wow! Twenty-four years young. It is all crazy because I'm living my life with a relaxing state-of-mind. Every other morning I would remember to stand up and stretch and tell myself, you got to move your blood and your bones. Otherwise, my body will continue to ache the way it has been. Aches and pains at the age of twenty-four. Maybe its the extra effort in sports that my body really couldn't handle. The position of my sleeping body is fine, could it be the bed? (Shrugs)
I'm content with my life (at the moment). With the New York trip coming up, I'm a bit hesitant. I'm not sure what NYC is going to give or bring me. To tell you the truth, I'm frightened. I'm scared of unknown places, yet I long to travel and explore what's out there. Why must I be a self-hypocrite, assuming this is the correct statement that I give myself? I'll just have to take the trip one step at a time.
Sorry, digression...my birthday started out great. Aivy decided to check out my body to keep it up with the dermatologist standard. In other words, she decided to clean my disgusting body (in a non-sexual way). Awww, she cares. She's a keeper. Oh! And her homies from Hayward, I'm speaking of the cats at the home with Rhapsody, white tape to cover up the a/v wire, three computers right next to each other (as if anticipating a LAN party...wow), and finally, the ability to barbeque up to...maybe 25 pounds of meat on the mini-webber. Meat is Goooooooood. It was a fun 4th of July, no need for Fireworks. Dude, don't deny the facts that the fireworks on the Fourth of July represent the pre-ceremonial celebration of my BIRTHDAY. You didn't, well, now you know.
As for my past birthdays, I believe this is the one that changes me forever. This is the birthday where I say goodbye to my San Jose life. Adios, goodbye, adieu. My twenty-first birthday was fun because it was the first time I let alcohol (besides medicine) pass my lips. The whole day I just rested up and tried to get people to go to TGI-Friday's. I should be happy with the friends that came, but that still doesn't take away the fact some didn't even try to come. Anyway, I ate all my food, took four to five drinks to the head, and went back to my house, not knowing that I would see these drinks, food, and some other disgusting liquids later on. Also, that's when I knew that restaurant birthdays suck big ARSE-holes. Unless I'm lucky to go to Todai's, which might be out of the question this year because it opens at 530pm, and I invited guests to come over at 5pm. Errr. Back to the whole restaurant business. Is it not enough to spend my birthday AND $10 on dinner with me, OR just spend time my birthday with me AND just share a appetizer with someone? Nope. Excuses, excuses!!! That's how it was three years ago, such a heart-breaker for me. But, whoever was there three years ago, at TGIF's off Wolfe, Thank you for joining me. A year later, I figured that people would come celebrate with me if there was food already, like a barbeque. And guess what? People came and ate the food I gave them. I think the only person that actually brought something and a gift was acid raina, thanks girl far from being a bah-bah-bah-breeeeezie. I choose to keep selective memories mainly because it hurts to let hurtful things go away. The only solution to rid these burdens is revenge. ha! My twenty-third birthday went quite well, people actually brought food, drinks, and I had the best buzz of my life. Slipping into the recycle corner in my house. YES!!! I slipped. You really think I would jump into it. I am not stupish, I am stupes. I don't know why people have birthdays after they turn eighteen. Every time a birthday comes up, sadness overpowers happiness. People always complain that they're getting older, they figure that if they hadn't done anything with their life, then they begin to die into a sea of depression. I feel different. I'm done with school, I've dedicated my heart to someone outside my family (meaning Aivy), I'm trying to get into the real world. F#$%!!! I've been in the real world my whole life. This is the routine in life. I think and wonder if I want my child to be a robot of America. I don't know. Birthdays could really make you think about the abnormalities of life.
...in sarcasm, happy 24th birthday gumbi, I'm pretty sure no one is going to read this until after my birthday, but let's see if anyone has the ability to cheer up my hidden temporary sadness (no cheating Aivy)...
It is my 24th Birthday and I feel as if it is just another day. The orientation of the past couple of days are deteriorating mainly because I sleep at the oddest hours. My eyes close when the sky has a clear, solid light blue-ness. Sometimes I wake up when the sun is waving goodbye to day and welcoming evening. At 9:31pm tonight, I celebrate my twenty-fourth year of existence. Wow! Twenty-four years young. It is all crazy because I'm living my life with a relaxing state-of-mind. Every other morning I would remember to stand up and stretch and tell myself, you got to move your blood and your bones. Otherwise, my body will continue to ache the way it has been. Aches and pains at the age of twenty-four. Maybe its the extra effort in sports that my body really couldn't handle. The position of my sleeping body is fine, could it be the bed? (Shrugs)
I'm content with my life (at the moment). With the New York trip coming up, I'm a bit hesitant. I'm not sure what NYC is going to give or bring me. To tell you the truth, I'm frightened. I'm scared of unknown places, yet I long to travel and explore what's out there. Why must I be a self-hypocrite, assuming this is the correct statement that I give myself? I'll just have to take the trip one step at a time.
Sorry, digression...my birthday started out great. Aivy decided to check out my body to keep it up with the dermatologist standard. In other words, she decided to clean my disgusting body (in a non-sexual way). Awww, she cares. She's a keeper. Oh! And her homies from Hayward, I'm speaking of the cats at the home with Rhapsody, white tape to cover up the a/v wire, three computers right next to each other (as if anticipating a LAN party...wow), and finally, the ability to barbeque up to...maybe 25 pounds of meat on the mini-webber. Meat is Goooooooood. It was a fun 4th of July, no need for Fireworks. Dude, don't deny the facts that the fireworks on the Fourth of July represent the pre-ceremonial celebration of my BIRTHDAY. You didn't, well, now you know.
As for my past birthdays, I believe this is the one that changes me forever. This is the birthday where I say goodbye to my San Jose life. Adios, goodbye, adieu. My twenty-first birthday was fun because it was the first time I let alcohol (besides medicine) pass my lips. The whole day I just rested up and tried to get people to go to TGI-Friday's. I should be happy with the friends that came, but that still doesn't take away the fact some didn't even try to come. Anyway, I ate all my food, took four to five drinks to the head, and went back to my house, not knowing that I would see these drinks, food, and some other disgusting liquids later on. Also, that's when I knew that restaurant birthdays suck big ARSE-holes. Unless I'm lucky to go to Todai's, which might be out of the question this year because it opens at 530pm, and I invited guests to come over at 5pm. Errr. Back to the whole restaurant business. Is it not enough to spend my birthday AND $10 on dinner with me, OR just spend time my birthday with me AND just share a appetizer with someone? Nope. Excuses, excuses!!! That's how it was three years ago, such a heart-breaker for me. But, whoever was there three years ago, at TGIF's off Wolfe, Thank you for joining me. A year later, I figured that people would come celebrate with me if there was food already, like a barbeque. And guess what? People came and ate the food I gave them. I think the only person that actually brought something and a gift was acid raina, thanks girl far from being a bah-bah-bah-breeeeezie. I choose to keep selective memories mainly because it hurts to let hurtful things go away. The only solution to rid these burdens is revenge. ha! My twenty-third birthday went quite well, people actually brought food, drinks, and I had the best buzz of my life. Slipping into the recycle corner in my house. YES!!! I slipped. You really think I would jump into it. I am not stupish, I am stupes. I don't know why people have birthdays after they turn eighteen. Every time a birthday comes up, sadness overpowers happiness. People always complain that they're getting older, they figure that if they hadn't done anything with their life, then they begin to die into a sea of depression. I feel different. I'm done with school, I've dedicated my heart to someone outside my family (meaning Aivy), I'm trying to get into the real world. F#$%!!! I've been in the real world my whole life. This is the routine in life. I think and wonder if I want my child to be a robot of America. I don't know. Birthdays could really make you think about the abnormalities of life.
...in sarcasm, happy 24th birthday gumbi, I'm pretty sure no one is going to read this until after my birthday, but let's see if anyone has the ability to cheer up my hidden temporary sadness (no cheating Aivy)...
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