Listening to Chemical Brothers - One Too Many Mornings
The heat is making me lazy, I want to just get up early and finally start making my days productive. Maybe when the sun starts to cool off I'll be able to get my butt out of bed and start moving my body and blood. When I lay still or when my body lacks its ability to move, my body feels sluggish and tends to accumulate aches and pains. As of now, my back hurts, my ankles and knees give off this poignant feeling where I must sit down, my neck sharpens and all I want to do is taking off my head and rest it on ice. Enduring the heat and scolding sun rays maybe the push I need to get out there. Is it worth the pain and agony of putting myself through the "no pain, no gain" saying?
I felt restless last night because the room wouldn't cool off. I played two games of NHL 2003, and then laid on my bed, watching Aivy at my computer entering her entry. When she was done, we turned off all the lights, opened the blinds, turned the fan to its maximum, and talked straight for an hour. It was like one of those nights when I wanted to share more of my life with her, and her's with mine. Overall, the dialogue between us two kept us from thinking and feeling the overwhelming heat in the room. Why doesn't my house ever cool off?
...Josh, Pierre, Jos, Ralph, Stitch...
Thursday, June 26, 2003
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
Listening to Jodeci - Lately
Picture by picture separating between parts and the enormous amount of what they call hiphop soars above all. Doubling and maybe even tripling the less common sets such as the mountain section. As much as I was upset with the group of photos last year, mainly because a majority of the pictures was female. The roundedness of pictures just revolved around what we call, modern day life. Think of it this way, as the show goes on, we put it all on to portray the missing pages of our heritage, yet when we find the records of such achievements for us to see, its mainly what you already see today. As we know it, the heritage of filipinos changes every single day, making us further away from what we already don't know. I could be just crazy and find that ethnicity just doesn't matter to most because mixing culture and modernization is what most people like to see. Its just a bunch of crap. Don't ask me to change my views or even to explain myself, its just useless for me to explain something that I may solely take grasp of.
Picture by picture separating between parts and the enormous amount of what they call hiphop soars above all. Doubling and maybe even tripling the less common sets such as the mountain section. As much as I was upset with the group of photos last year, mainly because a majority of the pictures was female. The roundedness of pictures just revolved around what we call, modern day life. Think of it this way, as the show goes on, we put it all on to portray the missing pages of our heritage, yet when we find the records of such achievements for us to see, its mainly what you already see today. As we know it, the heritage of filipinos changes every single day, making us further away from what we already don't know. I could be just crazy and find that ethnicity just doesn't matter to most because mixing culture and modernization is what most people like to see. Its just a bunch of crap. Don't ask me to change my views or even to explain myself, its just useless for me to explain something that I may solely take grasp of.
Thursday, June 19, 2003
Listening to Boyz II Men - On Bended Knee
Laughter is key when you figure that the sound it can make puts an immediate smile to one's face. For my own person, everyone's laughter puts a smile on my face, yet this distinct laughter of happiness puts a smile and a glow that seems to melt my heart. Pretending to tickle is half the story. Whenever that feeling that you just have to laugh all your stresses away is worth the moment of short breath, painful lungs, tightened abs, and squished face. We've all managed to giggle for some odd reason, and then, someone turns their shoulder giving you that odd look of, 'what the hell are you so happy about?' Some of the visions I see whenever I'm down is putting that yellow happy face on top of everyone's head, it is a sight of humor for me.
Laying deep into the night and early rise of sun, we look at each other and explode in laughter. She kicks her legs up and down like she's a little girl pouting because she doesn't get what she wants. Like those times when you think that something that's not there is so funny, you just have to pound your hand on something to figure out that your laughing about nothing. Just a small speck of a sound makes this explosion come back out of the two of us. Maybe it was the fact that we were up when the sun peeked through my blinds, or just the fact that we've spent so much time together. All I know is that I enjoy my time with her, especially when we have our laughing moments.
Listening to Clay Aiken - Open Arms
Who has really thought of me as inspiration, as someone to look forward to, as a person of recognition? A few. Not many. Doesn't a person like me deserve credit. My acknowledgments are proven by the work I do. I don't need rewards, certificates, a handshake; my satisfaction reaches that comfort zone when I've accomplished something, anything on my own. Then why do I feel like I need attention and that grasp of good job type. I don't know. I really don't know.
Laughter is key when you figure that the sound it can make puts an immediate smile to one's face. For my own person, everyone's laughter puts a smile on my face, yet this distinct laughter of happiness puts a smile and a glow that seems to melt my heart. Pretending to tickle is half the story. Whenever that feeling that you just have to laugh all your stresses away is worth the moment of short breath, painful lungs, tightened abs, and squished face. We've all managed to giggle for some odd reason, and then, someone turns their shoulder giving you that odd look of, 'what the hell are you so happy about?' Some of the visions I see whenever I'm down is putting that yellow happy face on top of everyone's head, it is a sight of humor for me.
Laying deep into the night and early rise of sun, we look at each other and explode in laughter. She kicks her legs up and down like she's a little girl pouting because she doesn't get what she wants. Like those times when you think that something that's not there is so funny, you just have to pound your hand on something to figure out that your laughing about nothing. Just a small speck of a sound makes this explosion come back out of the two of us. Maybe it was the fact that we were up when the sun peeked through my blinds, or just the fact that we've spent so much time together. All I know is that I enjoy my time with her, especially when we have our laughing moments.
Listening to Clay Aiken - Open Arms
Who has really thought of me as inspiration, as someone to look forward to, as a person of recognition? A few. Not many. Doesn't a person like me deserve credit. My acknowledgments are proven by the work I do. I don't need rewards, certificates, a handshake; my satisfaction reaches that comfort zone when I've accomplished something, anything on my own. Then why do I feel like I need attention and that grasp of good job type. I don't know. I really don't know.
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
Listening to Good Charlotte - Put Your Hands On My Shoulders
The most incredible and undeniable feeling that two people can share is the greatest responsibility dealt within my mind, heart, and soul - even if you can feel these virtues in such places. My mind has been opened to gather up all the fears of falling in love into a window. The heart that continues to thump sometimes slow, and sometimes fast is keeping me on my feet but with much more emotion. The soul is kept to itself to feel the way it goes. In short, I Love Aivy. The months have been short yet sweet to find out such a heart grasp. The feelings are mutual, but its more than that. Its a definition that I cannot define, but only feel warmly through my veins, my blood, my flow of every aspect that wants me to keep her next to me whenever she's already next to me, and grab her hand, body, environment when we begin to part. Everything feels better now. The words, the hugs, the smiles, the laughs, the fights, the kisses, the whispers, the love-making, the everything. Of course its not there all the time, we're only human. But when she calls me and tells me she shooken up because of someone at work, car incidents, stuff with pasa, anything, i'm there for her. Once again, taking everything step by step, day by day, she is mine, and I am hers. The word Love that shouldn't be thrown around has finally caught up with us. Funny thing is, we both felt it along time ago, just couldn't bare or scared to say the phrase that matters so much in what we call a relationship. When people tell me 'love you' out of something instead of saying 'bye', come on now, i'll live still if you just say bye, don't love me because we're friends, love me because i've made a difference.
The most incredible and undeniable feeling that two people can share is the greatest responsibility dealt within my mind, heart, and soul - even if you can feel these virtues in such places. My mind has been opened to gather up all the fears of falling in love into a window. The heart that continues to thump sometimes slow, and sometimes fast is keeping me on my feet but with much more emotion. The soul is kept to itself to feel the way it goes. In short, I Love Aivy. The months have been short yet sweet to find out such a heart grasp. The feelings are mutual, but its more than that. Its a definition that I cannot define, but only feel warmly through my veins, my blood, my flow of every aspect that wants me to keep her next to me whenever she's already next to me, and grab her hand, body, environment when we begin to part. Everything feels better now. The words, the hugs, the smiles, the laughs, the fights, the kisses, the whispers, the love-making, the everything. Of course its not there all the time, we're only human. But when she calls me and tells me she shooken up because of someone at work, car incidents, stuff with pasa, anything, i'm there for her. Once again, taking everything step by step, day by day, she is mine, and I am hers. The word Love that shouldn't be thrown around has finally caught up with us. Funny thing is, we both felt it along time ago, just couldn't bare or scared to say the phrase that matters so much in what we call a relationship. When people tell me 'love you' out of something instead of saying 'bye', come on now, i'll live still if you just say bye, don't love me because we're friends, love me because i've made a difference.
Wednesday, June 04, 2003
Listening to Brian McKnight - Shoulda Woulda Coulda
Going through my rounds as I find myself gaining almost a lot more things that I felt I would have. Does anything make any sense to me when I hear music pass through my ears. I look around and find the possessions moving on with me. My first pack of stuff was left in a familiar place for most, but not for all. Since the time that I had been here, I've purchased or gained some interesting belongings. As I put more bundles into bundles, I continue a life that is unwritten. I keep moving into an empty whole that is ready to be filled with more. I look back at all my regrets, all the things that I could have made possible, but there are some reasons why I didn't decide to put those ideas into use. Look where I am now, with those regrets made, here's to you, I'm moving on without and I'm fine. Here is to the wingman, because without them, this life is dull. And who do I speak of when I speak of wingman...everyone that's made a difference. Believe me, small or big, differences are made.
Going through my rounds as I find myself gaining almost a lot more things that I felt I would have. Does anything make any sense to me when I hear music pass through my ears. I look around and find the possessions moving on with me. My first pack of stuff was left in a familiar place for most, but not for all. Since the time that I had been here, I've purchased or gained some interesting belongings. As I put more bundles into bundles, I continue a life that is unwritten. I keep moving into an empty whole that is ready to be filled with more. I look back at all my regrets, all the things that I could have made possible, but there are some reasons why I didn't decide to put those ideas into use. Look where I am now, with those regrets made, here's to you, I'm moving on without and I'm fine. Here is to the wingman, because without them, this life is dull. And who do I speak of when I speak of wingman...everyone that's made a difference. Believe me, small or big, differences are made.
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
Sounds of Linkin Park - Breaking The Habits
What do I do now? Where do I go? What will I do? How can I live on now? Is it time for me to move on? Do I have what I need to continue on with my life? I scratch my head as I lay down in my bed, trying to figure out what I am supposed to do with my life now that I have graduated. I have my girlfriend, some money, a home, but no job. I believe I'll find one. I don't mind being a mailman for some huge company. I've gotta start somewhere, right? In the meantime, I'll be moving back home to SF. I need to get out of this hot weather and to an even extreme cold. My mind has been made up, San Jose is not for me. I don't know exactly what is for me, venue wise. All I know is that San Jose has too much for me to stay, so I must step in the direction of whatever it is. For now, read on cause I'm not sure how long it will be when I blog again, friendster has taken grasp of me. The monster is starting to get boring because the use of the program is the same. I question the internet these days.
What do I do now? Where do I go? What will I do? How can I live on now? Is it time for me to move on? Do I have what I need to continue on with my life? I scratch my head as I lay down in my bed, trying to figure out what I am supposed to do with my life now that I have graduated. I have my girlfriend, some money, a home, but no job. I believe I'll find one. I don't mind being a mailman for some huge company. I've gotta start somewhere, right? In the meantime, I'll be moving back home to SF. I need to get out of this hot weather and to an even extreme cold. My mind has been made up, San Jose is not for me. I don't know exactly what is for me, venue wise. All I know is that San Jose has too much for me to stay, so I must step in the direction of whatever it is. For now, read on cause I'm not sure how long it will be when I blog again, friendster has taken grasp of me. The monster is starting to get boring because the use of the program is the same. I question the internet these days.
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