Thursday, September 18, 2003
Saturday, September 13, 2003
Can't you see that Josh G. is sleeping. Come back another day. I'll be in my big (S) van hauling myself up and down the streets of San Francisco. Damn you woman on Steiner street. Cute baby that she had. But, damn lady, you are a pain. Why must you put your child through such torment. Did I mention the beautiful little girl that she had chewing on a frozen corn can. There you go...complaining woman letting her child's gums go bad by letting her chew on an aluminum can. What is the world coming to! Good Lord Almighty. My fingers, my hands, my back, my shoulder blades, my shoulders, my feet, my legs, my knees - all of these hurt.
Thank you for coming to see me Aivy. Dinner was great, and dessert was even better. Sorry you had to rush to work. Keep up the good 'glow'.
Thank you for coming to see me Aivy. Dinner was great, and dessert was even better. Sorry you had to rush to work. Keep up the good 'glow'.
Friday, September 12, 2003
Wondering why I can't keep my eyes open
Today could be put together in one word, but come on, I can't put it in one word. This is how it goes. All through the home I reside, I get a ring from my grey little ringer bell, also known as Charleston. Awakening from a good night sleep at 4-am is too much to say but rude. The only people that I would happily accept a call at this time of night is Aivy, my family, and myself. <^>O_o<^> Luckily, I was able to sleep through the text message that came along not too long after. Of course I was concerned if my Aivy was ok, but you know what, something miraculously would have happened if something happened. I woke up to a call from (S), at around 815-am. They wanted to remind me that I was working today. Well, duh! I know when I'm working. You give me a date and time when I'm supposed to work, I'll be there. Funny how I was the complete opposite at my old job in San Jose.
This is why my eyes are slowly drooping. I clocked in at 10am and clocked out at 10pm. Yes, 12-hour shift. Oh well! My back hurts, my eyes are going down, and I'm out and about.
Yesterday I received a facial. Pretty new if you ask me. My face was extremely 'clean' I guess. Feeling my skin and my face was like I received a new one completely. I love you Aivy. You open up new doors for me. Time for me to open up doors for you. Here is the key to my heart, I'm yours for as long as you want me. Mine!
Today could be put together in one word, but come on, I can't put it in one word. This is how it goes. All through the home I reside, I get a ring from my grey little ringer bell, also known as Charleston. Awakening from a good night sleep at 4-am is too much to say but rude. The only people that I would happily accept a call at this time of night is Aivy, my family, and myself. <^>O_o<^> Luckily, I was able to sleep through the text message that came along not too long after. Of course I was concerned if my Aivy was ok, but you know what, something miraculously would have happened if something happened. I woke up to a call from (S), at around 815-am. They wanted to remind me that I was working today. Well, duh! I know when I'm working. You give me a date and time when I'm supposed to work, I'll be there. Funny how I was the complete opposite at my old job in San Jose.
This is why my eyes are slowly drooping. I clocked in at 10am and clocked out at 10pm. Yes, 12-hour shift. Oh well! My back hurts, my eyes are going down, and I'm out and about.
Yesterday I received a facial. Pretty new if you ask me. My face was extremely 'clean' I guess. Feeling my skin and my face was like I received a new one completely. I love you Aivy. You open up new doors for me. Time for me to open up doors for you. Here is the key to my heart, I'm yours for as long as you want me. Mine!
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
Rent - I'll Cover You
Yesterday, such a complete waste if i stayed home. Aivy, her cousin, and I went to Napa Valley to go visit some of the wineries around there. The best part for some alcohol fanatics out there would be the ability to drink and drive, but being out there it's formly known as wine taste jumping. We started out at Beaulieu. The best part is the complimentary tasting because Aivy's cousin, Phillip, is a wine expert that works at a casual restaurant in Downtown Disney. If I drank at all those different wineries, my first pay check would be spend and my total would be zero once again. After Beaulieu, we went to some other places where Aivy and I were stranded by Phillip. We went on a 1-hour tour of one of the wineries, learning how wine is picked, fermented, and aged. Next, we ate a 'cultured' restaurant, Pinot Blanc, where the meaning of the menu wasn't the only questions that were asked toward our tour guide, Phillip. The last drink I had over at Raymond, about four thirty, was the killer. I walked calmly to the restaurant to pray to the toilet god. blah!
The last winery that we went to was Domaine Caneros. Beautiful! It is like the chateau that Fox 2 used for Joe Millionaire. So many stairs, such lack of energy that I had. After all this, I slept peacefully, yet loudly in the car ride home. The greatest surprise was the LCD screen in the van. Aivy and I watched Garfield in Paradise, Peanuts Snoopy Gets Married, and the Peanuts 20 year Anniversary, I think that's what it is. We arrived in Hayward and went to go eat. Yummy Westlake. Thumbs up Bebeh. My bebeh and I spent the evening 'watching' television and 'reading' a book on Alcatraz.
Note: Joey, you've lived in SF for 24 years and you've never been to Alcatraz.
Yesterday, such a complete waste if i stayed home. Aivy, her cousin, and I went to Napa Valley to go visit some of the wineries around there. The best part for some alcohol fanatics out there would be the ability to drink and drive, but being out there it's formly known as wine taste jumping. We started out at Beaulieu. The best part is the complimentary tasting because Aivy's cousin, Phillip, is a wine expert that works at a casual restaurant in Downtown Disney. If I drank at all those different wineries, my first pay check would be spend and my total would be zero once again. After Beaulieu, we went to some other places where Aivy and I were stranded by Phillip. We went on a 1-hour tour of one of the wineries, learning how wine is picked, fermented, and aged. Next, we ate a 'cultured' restaurant, Pinot Blanc, where the meaning of the menu wasn't the only questions that were asked toward our tour guide, Phillip. The last drink I had over at Raymond, about four thirty, was the killer. I walked calmly to the restaurant to pray to the toilet god. blah!
The last winery that we went to was Domaine Caneros. Beautiful! It is like the chateau that Fox 2 used for Joe Millionaire. So many stairs, such lack of energy that I had. After all this, I slept peacefully, yet loudly in the car ride home. The greatest surprise was the LCD screen in the van. Aivy and I watched Garfield in Paradise, Peanuts Snoopy Gets Married, and the Peanuts 20 year Anniversary, I think that's what it is. We arrived in Hayward and went to go eat. Yummy Westlake. Thumbs up Bebeh. My bebeh and I spent the evening 'watching' television and 'reading' a book on Alcatraz.
Note: Joey, you've lived in SF for 24 years and you've never been to Alcatraz.
Sunday, September 07, 2003
Composing 'joeybored.flp' on Fruityloops
once again I went through the fires of 'hell', or in other words, I was in Los Angeles listening to the helicopters soar through the sky with their spotlight looking for an escaped convict, or just trying to get a good reel for Cops. The world is completely different between the three centers of the United States - San Francisco, Los Angeles, and New York City. A city I love, a city I hate, and a city that I'm uncertain if I love or hate. To recall my views on Los Angeles, search my Sunday, May 18, 2003 entry.
Work...eh! I am so exhausted when I get home from work. As any other job, the beginning is going to bring you to your knees and drag you by your ankles wishing to the Almighty One, please, help me! Plus, this morning I was cursed by the unknown. I had cars cutting me off, and some car nearly ran into my truck thinking that the color of red at a stop light meant go faster. This is for all of you drivers that speed up on a yellow, is it worth the consequences that there's a possible endangerment. If you're going to run a yellow, don't accelerate, just roll through covering the brake. To all those bad drivers, defining what a bad driver has so many categories. Let's just say that no one is perfect. Either being the cause of an accident or being a victim of an accident puts you in the situation still. If you're a victim, don't believe that you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, just stay alert. ha! I'm going off on a tangent.
Work...eh! They lag so much that I'm trying to improve my workmanship there, but they keep lagging. Geez! Just give me a promotion to become an IT Technician I. I'm sure I'll know what I'm doing. Work sucks, but hey, the pay is good, the people are great, the hours just suck. I work 4-days a week at 10 hours a day. Geez! I guess that's their definition of fulltime. Ahhhhh! I actually yell out loud in my car on the way home nowadays. Ahhhhh! I'm going to bed because I have work in the morning again. PLUS, my weekends are tuesday, wednesday, thursday now. Ahhhhh!
once again I went through the fires of 'hell', or in other words, I was in Los Angeles listening to the helicopters soar through the sky with their spotlight looking for an escaped convict, or just trying to get a good reel for Cops. The world is completely different between the three centers of the United States - San Francisco, Los Angeles, and New York City. A city I love, a city I hate, and a city that I'm uncertain if I love or hate. To recall my views on Los Angeles, search my Sunday, May 18, 2003 entry.
Work...eh! I am so exhausted when I get home from work. As any other job, the beginning is going to bring you to your knees and drag you by your ankles wishing to the Almighty One, please, help me! Plus, this morning I was cursed by the unknown. I had cars cutting me off, and some car nearly ran into my truck thinking that the color of red at a stop light meant go faster. This is for all of you drivers that speed up on a yellow, is it worth the consequences that there's a possible endangerment. If you're going to run a yellow, don't accelerate, just roll through covering the brake. To all those bad drivers, defining what a bad driver has so many categories. Let's just say that no one is perfect. Either being the cause of an accident or being a victim of an accident puts you in the situation still. If you're a victim, don't believe that you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, just stay alert. ha! I'm going off on a tangent.
Work...eh! They lag so much that I'm trying to improve my workmanship there, but they keep lagging. Geez! Just give me a promotion to become an IT Technician I. I'm sure I'll know what I'm doing. Work sucks, but hey, the pay is good, the people are great, the hours just suck. I work 4-days a week at 10 hours a day. Geez! I guess that's their definition of fulltime. Ahhhhh! I actually yell out loud in my car on the way home nowadays. Ahhhhh! I'm going to bed because I have work in the morning again. PLUS, my weekends are tuesday, wednesday, thursday now. Ahhhhh!
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
Contemplating about past life while listening to Shai - I Don' t Want To Be Alone
Strange how I read lives that I know and once knew and believe that anything can happen. The difference between my life and lives past is crazy to think that I'm lucky to be here on this planet. Many times have I gotten into certain predicaments when my life was on the line. I always thanked Him for watching over me. Is he really looking over all these people on this earth? Maybe it was the prayers that my family, or friends that kept my safety going. When in the negative state of mind, we always ask ourselves when it will be our time to go into the beyond. We also tend to ask why it was them, and not me. The unstable state of life that we long to know will never be defined. Is there time to mourn, is there time to celebrate, is there enough to time to find a love that will last forever, and if so, will we have the patience to experience the negative effects of each.
Ves - hearing from others, i know i haven't seen you, but it is good to see you are alright. never underestimate the life you give to others. even though you don't know what people think, just know that someone is wishing for your safety.
Strange how I read lives that I know and once knew and believe that anything can happen. The difference between my life and lives past is crazy to think that I'm lucky to be here on this planet. Many times have I gotten into certain predicaments when my life was on the line. I always thanked Him for watching over me. Is he really looking over all these people on this earth? Maybe it was the prayers that my family, or friends that kept my safety going. When in the negative state of mind, we always ask ourselves when it will be our time to go into the beyond. We also tend to ask why it was them, and not me. The unstable state of life that we long to know will never be defined. Is there time to mourn, is there time to celebrate, is there enough to time to find a love that will last forever, and if so, will we have the patience to experience the negative effects of each.
Ves - hearing from others, i know i haven't seen you, but it is good to see you are alright. never underestimate the life you give to others. even though you don't know what people think, just know that someone is wishing for your safety.
Listening to the clicking of keyboard keys as I look at my personal finances
From this, I smile. I look at myself in the mirror and I see eyes staring back at me.
"Who are you?" As I look questioned into the reflection of myself.
"The past has caught up with you, and you must make a decision", the reflection says.
"What do you mean?" I say.
"The world has finally take toll of what humanity has brought themselves", it says.
"That is where you are wrong. Taking and accepting what we did and adapted and evolved ourselves into, the purity of this society is long gone. Living is just a minor necessity in our so-called lives. The greed and self-mutilation has affected eternal lifestyle. Wanting and needing and taking and giving, it's all part of the daily cycle that we call employment. Wake up, do the normal rituals before work, get into our car, go to work. Do our work, clock out, go home. Next day, same routine. This I say over and over, robots we are becoming when we separate the lack mind of, and the soul believers of." The words came out so smoothly, yet the image seemed discontent. It seemed to want more, more words, more intelligence, more knowledge of the human mind.
"Continue."
The single word just baffled my thought and looked with a blank face. Closing my eyes, chin down, hands on the sides of the sink, and finally taking a deep breath with a loud sigh. Opening my tired eyes, an image that I have not seen before. It was meaningful and seemed to grasp a sense of happiness.
"You don't need more", I said. "The knowledge of ignorance and limited knowledge of the world is a precious gift."
It nods.
After a week of carefully training behind a wheel, close watch of every prompt I do, it was kind of tense. I knew I wasn't getting graded, I wasn't in school, I was just trying to do the best I can. It was my job. Under a week later, I'm running through yellow lights, dodging cars, and what not...why? I have to deliver each package on time. I get paid to do my job, with great courtesy, and quality. Yet, I don't see a change on how it's making my life better. I've been living to long into the religious aspect. I'm not saying I'll give up on it, I don't know what I'm really saying. I guess I'm just tired of being a robot. Why must we go to school? Why must we listen to what others tell us? My life has answered those questions with a blur. I don't listen to anyone, most of the time. Well, I don't DO what they say, but I will listen. The orange juice is running low, and my back seems to need some rest from today's robotic full shift. I leave you all with this thought. What does the dialogue above mean? Good night.
From this, I smile. I look at myself in the mirror and I see eyes staring back at me.
"Who are you?" As I look questioned into the reflection of myself.
"The past has caught up with you, and you must make a decision", the reflection says.
"What do you mean?" I say.
"The world has finally take toll of what humanity has brought themselves", it says.
"That is where you are wrong. Taking and accepting what we did and adapted and evolved ourselves into, the purity of this society is long gone. Living is just a minor necessity in our so-called lives. The greed and self-mutilation has affected eternal lifestyle. Wanting and needing and taking and giving, it's all part of the daily cycle that we call employment. Wake up, do the normal rituals before work, get into our car, go to work. Do our work, clock out, go home. Next day, same routine. This I say over and over, robots we are becoming when we separate the lack mind of, and the soul believers of." The words came out so smoothly, yet the image seemed discontent. It seemed to want more, more words, more intelligence, more knowledge of the human mind.
"Continue."
The single word just baffled my thought and looked with a blank face. Closing my eyes, chin down, hands on the sides of the sink, and finally taking a deep breath with a loud sigh. Opening my tired eyes, an image that I have not seen before. It was meaningful and seemed to grasp a sense of happiness.
"You don't need more", I said. "The knowledge of ignorance and limited knowledge of the world is a precious gift."
It nods.
After a week of carefully training behind a wheel, close watch of every prompt I do, it was kind of tense. I knew I wasn't getting graded, I wasn't in school, I was just trying to do the best I can. It was my job. Under a week later, I'm running through yellow lights, dodging cars, and what not...why? I have to deliver each package on time. I get paid to do my job, with great courtesy, and quality. Yet, I don't see a change on how it's making my life better. I've been living to long into the religious aspect. I'm not saying I'll give up on it, I don't know what I'm really saying. I guess I'm just tired of being a robot. Why must we go to school? Why must we listen to what others tell us? My life has answered those questions with a blur. I don't listen to anyone, most of the time. Well, I don't DO what they say, but I will listen. The orange juice is running low, and my back seems to need some rest from today's robotic full shift. I leave you all with this thought. What does the dialogue above mean? Good night.
Thursday, August 21, 2003
Listening to Linkin Park - Faint
"...I can't feel...,...I won't be ignored." (while head bobbing)
Happiness and the whole development of yin ang yang, what goes around comes around, all good things end with more bad things. I went into my second interview at Safeway.com feeling over-confident, answering all the questions that Justino gave me. And guess what, my positive feelings have finally paid off. I'm no longer jobless. I have a, as aivy put it, JWB, job with benefits. I guess everyone who said waiting pays off, I guess it does. Thank you shipping and receiving for giving me the experience that I need to put my foot in the door. This is all part of my plan to get into my real occupation. Safeway.com is looking for a delivery driver to invoice their products, but for Part 2, I will at least have my foot in the door to move on into an entry-level technician. Who knows, maybe I'll be Executive Advisor, ha!
On the downside, I was punished with two parking tickets. I was so excited that I forgot that it was Thursday, and then the street cleaning people gave me a ticket for that. And then, while taking my drug test, I got another ticket because the meter ran out, and I didn't have anymore change. Oh well! Maybe, now everything will start to move up.
Beside the point, I hate urine test. Ever since I was a kid, I get to nervous and I can't go. I know this is a bit embarrassing, but who cares, I'm comfortable with it, and if people knew, I wouldn't worry about no more. Ha! Do I really want to let the audience know this type of information? As some say, TOO MUCH INFORMATION. Well, you have the option to read, so YOUR BAD.
- Way off topic -
Tediocarm: summer is time for students of your stature to rest and relax. Yeah you put in hours with school, and you're not earning as much money, but you have to put yourself in some type of shoes where you know you can move up or what not. You had the option to stay at GA, but I guess it didn't seem worth it. It helps to have experience in different areas, unlike me. I work for delivery once and always. Hopefully I'll move up.
PASA: enjoy your core retreat, I'm sure all of you will have fun and interesting stories that will not leave that place. Aivy, be good, please.
PS. My weekend is going to lonely, so I'll just play with my feet.
"...I can't feel...,...I won't be ignored." (while head bobbing)
Happiness and the whole development of yin ang yang, what goes around comes around, all good things end with more bad things. I went into my second interview at Safeway.com feeling over-confident, answering all the questions that Justino gave me. And guess what, my positive feelings have finally paid off. I'm no longer jobless. I have a, as aivy put it, JWB, job with benefits. I guess everyone who said waiting pays off, I guess it does. Thank you shipping and receiving for giving me the experience that I need to put my foot in the door. This is all part of my plan to get into my real occupation. Safeway.com is looking for a delivery driver to invoice their products, but for Part 2, I will at least have my foot in the door to move on into an entry-level technician. Who knows, maybe I'll be Executive Advisor, ha!
On the downside, I was punished with two parking tickets. I was so excited that I forgot that it was Thursday, and then the street cleaning people gave me a ticket for that. And then, while taking my drug test, I got another ticket because the meter ran out, and I didn't have anymore change. Oh well! Maybe, now everything will start to move up.
Beside the point, I hate urine test. Ever since I was a kid, I get to nervous and I can't go. I know this is a bit embarrassing, but who cares, I'm comfortable with it, and if people knew, I wouldn't worry about no more. Ha! Do I really want to let the audience know this type of information? As some say, TOO MUCH INFORMATION. Well, you have the option to read, so YOUR BAD.
- Way off topic -
Tediocarm: summer is time for students of your stature to rest and relax. Yeah you put in hours with school, and you're not earning as much money, but you have to put yourself in some type of shoes where you know you can move up or what not. You had the option to stay at GA, but I guess it didn't seem worth it. It helps to have experience in different areas, unlike me. I work for delivery once and always. Hopefully I'll move up.
PASA: enjoy your core retreat, I'm sure all of you will have fun and interesting stories that will not leave that place. Aivy, be good, please.
PS. My weekend is going to lonely, so I'll just play with my feet.
Monday, August 18, 2003
Listening to B4-4 - Endlessly (Not Backstreet Boys or N'sync)
With a little inspiration to write once again, my Aivy has nearly left me in happy tears when I read august 15th entry. *sigh* You aren't the only lucky one hebeb. I love you.
With a complete three-sixty, I go off on my original topic of make-up, cosmetics, and guck. There are so many brand names, stuff out there that make people BEAUTIFUL. I guess its just the fact that we, as humans, tend to pull apart from each other to become a super monopoly, making money over those ideas that were already made how many years ago. Ladies and some gentlemen, when using human coloring to your bright faces...skin, use it, don't abuse it. There are some layers of make-up that you probably don't have to throw onto your faces. Going back to my innocent days, believe me, if I was innocent now, I'd be a priest, I had a girlfriend that I literally had to laugh at behind her back because she would look like a clown. No wonder that relationship didn't last long, she was so into trends and fads of social society. But now, I have Aivy, who puts on just enough make-up, when she needs to. Her and I usually talk smack when we are out and about looking at the breezie type of chickenheads that brand their faces with far-fetched colors of guck.
I am requested to sit in Aivy's bathroom while she puts her "face" on, just watching and contemplating on the effort and commitment most women take into putting make-up on. She would ask me how it looks, and my answer is always perfect. Seriously, if it is up to my standards, I am not going to say it doesn't look perfect for no reason. If something is off or if she puts too much eye stuff on, then I'll let her know. I'm pretty sure she'll do the same if like my playstation 2 was missing a chip or two, but that's just giving you, the audience, an example. Overall, I enjoy making my Aivy look the way she feels she may look. I let her know if there's too much. Like that white powder stuff that Yon put on at the end. TOO MUCH.
Going back one-eighty, I live in my hometown of San Francisco. I enjoy the environment here, except for the people, as usual and the way I thought before I went to San Jose. I'm not hating...ok, I am. There's nothing wrong with the people, its just the attitude of them. Ick! Rude people these past couple of weeks. But hey! It could be anywhere, I was just in the wrong place at the time.
AFTER THOUGHT: Adding two hundred people on my Friendster bookmarks is taking longer than I thought.
With a little inspiration to write once again, my Aivy has nearly left me in happy tears when I read august 15th entry. *sigh* You aren't the only lucky one hebeb. I love you.
With a complete three-sixty, I go off on my original topic of make-up, cosmetics, and guck. There are so many brand names, stuff out there that make people BEAUTIFUL. I guess its just the fact that we, as humans, tend to pull apart from each other to become a super monopoly, making money over those ideas that were already made how many years ago. Ladies and some gentlemen, when using human coloring to your bright faces...skin, use it, don't abuse it. There are some layers of make-up that you probably don't have to throw onto your faces. Going back to my innocent days, believe me, if I was innocent now, I'd be a priest, I had a girlfriend that I literally had to laugh at behind her back because she would look like a clown. No wonder that relationship didn't last long, she was so into trends and fads of social society. But now, I have Aivy, who puts on just enough make-up, when she needs to. Her and I usually talk smack when we are out and about looking at the breezie type of chickenheads that brand their faces with far-fetched colors of guck.
I am requested to sit in Aivy's bathroom while she puts her "face" on, just watching and contemplating on the effort and commitment most women take into putting make-up on. She would ask me how it looks, and my answer is always perfect. Seriously, if it is up to my standards, I am not going to say it doesn't look perfect for no reason. If something is off or if she puts too much eye stuff on, then I'll let her know. I'm pretty sure she'll do the same if like my playstation 2 was missing a chip or two, but that's just giving you, the audience, an example. Overall, I enjoy making my Aivy look the way she feels she may look. I let her know if there's too much. Like that white powder stuff that Yon put on at the end. TOO MUCH.
Going back one-eighty, I live in my hometown of San Francisco. I enjoy the environment here, except for the people, as usual and the way I thought before I went to San Jose. I'm not hating...ok, I am. There's nothing wrong with the people, its just the attitude of them. Ick! Rude people these past couple of weeks. But hey! It could be anywhere, I was just in the wrong place at the time.
AFTER THOUGHT: Adding two hundred people on my Friendster bookmarks is taking longer than I thought.
Thursday, August 14, 2003
A pounding feeling in my head as Charlie hammers and stammers...ehhh
I just recently found out Ben Affleck cheated on Jennifer Lopez. I must say, it's about time. Not saying that they can't be normal humans, but I say if movie stars must maintain a reputation of being that "how to be a hollywood bad ass in 10 days", then so be it.
I don't believe I remember what I was thinking about earlier, so here, a little spoken lyrical poetry that should belong in one of those American Literature books that we read for AMS1A or 1B:
"Grasping to the thought all must come down, withering away with such torment that has voided the great beyond.
Delivering the rare raunchy feeling to wheel away from, cautious counting to the negative torment that all is under.
Belonging to nothing,
Walking with everything,
Voicing the mute of the ear,
Finalizing that we all must enjoy now."
I just recently found out Ben Affleck cheated on Jennifer Lopez. I must say, it's about time. Not saying that they can't be normal humans, but I say if movie stars must maintain a reputation of being that "how to be a hollywood bad ass in 10 days", then so be it.
I don't believe I remember what I was thinking about earlier, so here, a little spoken lyrical poetry that should belong in one of those American Literature books that we read for AMS1A or 1B:
"Grasping to the thought all must come down, withering away with such torment that has voided the great beyond.
Delivering the rare raunchy feeling to wheel away from, cautious counting to the negative torment that all is under.
Belonging to nothing,
Walking with everything,
Voicing the mute of the ear,
Finalizing that we all must enjoy now."
Wednesday, August 13, 2003
Listening to The Beatles - In My Life
The new school year is about to start, yet I will not be attending. I've graduated from a high society of academics, and where does it leave me. It all depends on my luck in the near or even closer future. So far, this summer has been one of my brightest and most happiest. I have someone to share almost every moment of it. Recently, Aivy and I went camping at Lake Camanche, also where I've gone many times as a child, for a good amount of time as our new york trip. This time, there were no sites to see, no restaurants to visit, no special monuments that were destroyed. We just set up our purple dome of a tent together. I expected to have trouble putting together the tent with Aivy because it was really windy. But, my bebble showed as much patience as I did. -Thank You Bebble- This year, I finally decided to use an air mattress, and did it work! My back never felt better. For those of you who don't know, I have a fragile back.
I would think that most of my thinking habits goes to wondering if Aivy is ok, or if she is comfortable with the surroundings I bring her into, as she does for me. I don't necessarily force her to do anything out of the unusual, or out of the usual. Her freedom is her's to control. I was happy that she enjoyed most of the camping trip with me, except for that damn water splashin' us in our faces. Quick fear: When I'm in water that you can't see under, I'm frightened. I would easily jump into the water and maybe float for awhile, but I start to become terrified when my feet aren't touching ground. I feel as if something or someone is going to just grab my leg or ankle and drag me down. -shiver-
The food that we prepared for the camping trip was great: marinated chicken, hamburger patties, jack london marinade for our chewy steaks, lots of liquids, and a box of plasitic fingers. Sleeping at ten-thirty each night and waking at eight-thirty in the morning was quite amazing. Well, with the help of the sun blazing on the our purple dome of a tent, I couldn't bare the heat, incrediblly, Aivy stayed with the super warm feeling for an extra hour or two each morning. The nights were astonishing because the moon beamed across the darkened sky and luminated the earthy terrain.
This year, I didn't spend most of the time with the main camp, which wasn't very different from spending time with them because I hardly talk, I 'observe'. I actually remained with the 3-campers of choice on our #89 campground. And yes, they do fight a lot, over nothing. But that's a whole different blog. At least, I know for sure that if Aivy and I went on a camping trip along just the two of us, we'll manage to grab hold of the situation and live out the time there with much relaxation. Until next time kids, be alert and watch out for that darn Blaster Worm virus.
The new school year is about to start, yet I will not be attending. I've graduated from a high society of academics, and where does it leave me. It all depends on my luck in the near or even closer future. So far, this summer has been one of my brightest and most happiest. I have someone to share almost every moment of it. Recently, Aivy and I went camping at Lake Camanche, also where I've gone many times as a child, for a good amount of time as our new york trip. This time, there were no sites to see, no restaurants to visit, no special monuments that were destroyed. We just set up our purple dome of a tent together. I expected to have trouble putting together the tent with Aivy because it was really windy. But, my bebble showed as much patience as I did. -Thank You Bebble- This year, I finally decided to use an air mattress, and did it work! My back never felt better. For those of you who don't know, I have a fragile back.
I would think that most of my thinking habits goes to wondering if Aivy is ok, or if she is comfortable with the surroundings I bring her into, as she does for me. I don't necessarily force her to do anything out of the unusual, or out of the usual. Her freedom is her's to control. I was happy that she enjoyed most of the camping trip with me, except for that damn water splashin' us in our faces. Quick fear: When I'm in water that you can't see under, I'm frightened. I would easily jump into the water and maybe float for awhile, but I start to become terrified when my feet aren't touching ground. I feel as if something or someone is going to just grab my leg or ankle and drag me down. -shiver-
The food that we prepared for the camping trip was great: marinated chicken, hamburger patties, jack london marinade for our chewy steaks, lots of liquids, and a box of plasitic fingers. Sleeping at ten-thirty each night and waking at eight-thirty in the morning was quite amazing. Well, with the help of the sun blazing on the our purple dome of a tent, I couldn't bare the heat, incrediblly, Aivy stayed with the super warm feeling for an extra hour or two each morning. The nights were astonishing because the moon beamed across the darkened sky and luminated the earthy terrain.
This year, I didn't spend most of the time with the main camp, which wasn't very different from spending time with them because I hardly talk, I 'observe'. I actually remained with the 3-campers of choice on our #89 campground. And yes, they do fight a lot, over nothing. But that's a whole different blog. At least, I know for sure that if Aivy and I went on a camping trip along just the two of us, we'll manage to grab hold of the situation and live out the time there with much relaxation. Until next time kids, be alert and watch out for that darn Blaster Worm virus.
Monday, July 28, 2003
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.
HAPPY ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO MY BLOGSPOT SITE
HAPPY ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO MY BLOGSPOT SITE
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)...
Thursday, June 26, 2003
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...
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...
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.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)