Listening to Kingdom Hearts : Aivy's TV

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"The sounds of sweet voices randomly go through my mind as my smile enhances. The rhythm continues to go forward as mind is reminisced with splendid sounds of awe. The meaning of what is in mind seems less possible to comprehend because the meaning to this whole thing is like a google. There are far greater accomplishments in life to treat toward a life of beneficial destinies. Greatness, doubtfulness, soundless flows of chimes that team together to mind the rarity of seasons. Noses smell the sweet aroma of fruits not seen, terrain not felt, tasteless fluid, noise yet unheard. The meaning of anything is to let your mind free, far from close-minded, unknowingly, forgetting that we are not what the world goes round. In such cases, we discover life revolves around our setting of environment. The destiny between the common plain is hard of configure mainly because we are not ready to find the truth. Or maybe the truth is already what we live. This kingdom that I find myself living through is gathered together by a soul, heart, and harmony of many. My mind is clear of many unwantful ways of lifestyle. Lastly, I dawn the horizon to finally meet up with the next step."

FINALLY, Aivy and I beat Kingdom Hearts a couple of nights ago. It was a pretty long ending. And very, very dope. What game should I purchase next?

Listening to In My Life : The Beatles

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"Working on my latest assignments made me realize that once again, my days are fading one by one, day by day. The greatest part of this whole shindig is the fact that leaving with a smile has given me a purpose in moving on. I've written about this subject so many times..."

Next track is Sanchez : Beenie Man

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"...the relaxed mostly this whole day. All I did was sleep. I went to all three of my classes and took at least a twenty minute nap in each one of them. Is it because I'm sick that I feel such weakness, such fatigue? After deserving my recent grades for exams, noticing that small mistakes matter, reading instructions matter, having sympathy towards a friends misfortune does matter. To my autocad lender, my best hope goes for your treasures become visible for you soon. My body is feeling a bit blah..."

Next track is When We Get Married : Intruders

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"...because of the many times that I want to be able to. Shhh! Next topic. My views of today's worldly issues is astonishing to find that it can really open up people's eyes. What if I am drafted into the army? Am I willing to fight for this country? This United States of America. The land of the free, the land of the fading pledge of allegiance, the land that changes its ways as the interest of youth expands, the land of free speech AND free publicity, the land of whatever my point to all this is..."

Next track is Love Of A Lifetime : DJ Azn Gurl?

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"...hmmm? I don't really like this whole song. So, I must go now so I can change this song. I only like the 'la-di-da-di-da-da' part. It's cool. I aways used to hear it in many cotillions that I've been to."

A.R.T.C. - I miss you, especially on rainy days.

Watching Fraternity Life : Aivy's sitting behind me on her couch

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"When was the last time rejection has over-struck my life. I can't take it personal because it was something I was totally against from the very beginning. I was heard my own flesh and blood say to me that this stuff is not for me. After six long year's of thinking over everything, and finally realizing that this was something for me, I want to be part of it. The feeling of acceptance through ritual exchanges with beneficial results is what I wanted. Who knows? The next thing that I wanted before I concluded this tradition in a lifetime of blahness is brotherhood. I guess my current brothers from the house of corinth is the only acceptance I'll get to understand. From the initiation into the house, to watching pledges from a certain mornings on our floors, to the whole hateful feelings of having dirty surroundings, to the constant performances that we did together as a family of just friends. I guess I shouldn't feel rejection for something that I got. I don't know though. Everything is different through official and non-official situations."

Quote of the week: "If you put it down, I'm going to scream."

Continuation from 3/8 about online journals

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...having different dialogues with people about this online journal entry stuff is starting to make me think. Even reading random figures, finding that all they may write about is their life. This proves that I am different from most people. Some figures do write about both physical and profound entries, and the material that's in these are interesting to find that at least they lead into what they are actually talking about. As for me, I don't really like letting people understand what I'm talking about. I want you readers, even if there are no readers, to think...and then you will see the line that I walk upon.

Singing along with In My Life : Beatles

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Gotta get the words...gotta get the words...first verse!!! YES!

Something short until I come back later on tonight. This is a very interesting topic. It involves this whole web blogger stuff. There are so many people out there that I know and don't know, and it's interesting to go onto the internet and count the groups of people that have been linked to Blogger, Xanga, etc. More later...

Hearing Dirty : Christina Aguilera, but not feeling it

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I shouldn't feel so down for sudden turn of events, but this is a feeling I'm not used to. I've always put my 110% in everything that involved...dancing. At least I wasn't cut, or rejected. I know the moves, I know what was next. And by the time IT happened, I would have been shining on stage. It's time to suck it up. I get to listen to my conscience yell at me saying worthless jibber-jabber that I wished I could let go of. Riding my bike home was depressing. Hearing laughter and yelling of wrong moves, looking away from it all and taking a deep breath reminding myself constantly to keep going. Good thing I took the street because if it wasn't for that car, I would still be thinking about it with much thought. When I was riding home, I looked over my right shoulder and undoubtedly, there was a car coming, which lead me into a curb making me flip forward onto the sidewalk. OUCH! But I thank the night for this incident, mainly because I get to watch a basketball game. Can I quit everything else, except my hopeful dance...Likgnis. Leave me alone! I'm sad, depressed, and heart-broken.

The frequency of noise current heard is Put Your Hands On My Shoulder : Good Charlotte

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..."whisper in my ear...baby...words I wanna hear...tell me...tell me that you "love" me too." Which brings me to my next topic. What is love? Is it a four-letter word that is used over-extensively by all sorts of diverse groups? Knowing and believing that this word is just a phrase that people use to show acceptance in relationships, friendships, and sometimes strangers. Family is love. Girlfriend is strong affection, not love. Until there is a certain feeling, I guess, but I'm going to stop this topic because I remember talking about it before. It's interesting to find out what people see of this word, feeling, and/or stuff.


The frequency of noise current heard is...
...Somewhere Over the Rainbow/What A Wonderful World : Israel Kamakawiwo'ole

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"My eyes sink into a wondrous place of relaxation, warmth, feeling not only relief from any type of stress, frustration, but from a great endless sleep. I enjoy the musical flowing jingles of strings wave through my eardrums finding its way through the drum and deep into the membranes of dance. My eyes sink into unconsciousness thinking that no one can take away this great feeling."

I guess I have nothing to say no more. I'm just tired.

Listening to On Bended Knee : Boyz II Men

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My past couple of blogs have been pretty intense, according to my usual daily thoughts. I'll try to calm it down for you reader's out there. I don't want any of you to think I'm starting to go crazy. With much assurance, I'm certainly not going crazy. With that out of the way, let's begin.

Here's a topic that I'm pretty sure you'll want to stop reading after the next sentence, except for you gamers out there. By all means, read on if you like the thought of video gaming as a team sport. You see, there's this game called Socom: Navy Seals that I've been straight addicted to for the past month and a half. Even before I started playing the game, I was pulled in by the controller in hand and screen visualizing such a game. I wouldn't necessarily say it was entirely Paulo's fault, but hey, it's normal. (Don't worry Paulo, you're still cool) The first time I played was on his big screen tv in his living room. But once we started playing in his computer room, damn you online socom people. I decided to play along and build our clan with Aris. So the Brown Clan was developed with the passion to just play together with friends that had the same interest. That's just the beginning.

School starts, and Paulo and I tend to speak of socom in front of the Nayabka table. Suddenly, a voice replies, "You play socom too." Luckily, it was Shaun and Andrew, the two guys that I played Halo against. So, as things go by, Paulo, Aris, Shaun, Judel, Andrew, and myself begin the quest for the GREAT <||> CLAN. Also known as "the fly" on Xbox's Halo, he came in as a nuisance for gamers not on our team. As the <||> clan became greater in size, our teamwork skills greatly improved. As the seven of us battled other clans, like oGc, USMC, etc., we let word out that we're open for expansion. This is present and we gain Jon, Aldrich, and Marius to the clan.

Like I said before, we are just a couple handfuls of friends who have the same interest and passion for something that may seem weird, video games. So, without regrets, and with much pride toward the Pterydactyls <||>...We Shall Conquer Over Clans Like Winged Beasts!!!

<||>tajackamo - chief
<||>reckanoize - sniper
<||>big black - sniper
<||>barrelman - shotgun
<||>flatliner - gunner
<||>freaknasty - gunner
<||>spoonieluv - gunner
<||>honeycutt - rookie
<||>cantot_boy - rookie
<||>bishop - M.I.A. - missing in action
and R.I.P. to the others...
<||>badonkdonk, <||>ironflag, <||>cashmoney

Listening to the sounds of unsettled flem : snoring

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I tend to break down like the rest of the world. Most of the time it only occurs when I, among the rest of the sample, prepare for the "show". It's been only four weeks of non-stop hassling and trampling to make certain deadlines, arrangements, edit-ments. I'm tired of it all. Like the last time I wanted to let go of something, I wished that I could take the trash and put it all in the basura. Assignments for school aren't getting any better, nor worse. My world is standing still and I can't bare to reveal anything new or take on old things. Would it be possible to just get in my car, pick up her, and drive out into the distance? And then come back nearly a year later and find out anything has changed. Will anything change? From time to time, I've tried to make and evolve with the rest of the world. I've made compromises to get into the swing of things. A nightlife was almost there, but I decided that being that home-body is just who I am. You have a life, I have a life. And what my life is telling me to do is let most of it go. So from this day forth, I say farewell to Akbayan. Hello, World!!! First things first, world will you be my friend. I see it's not that easy, and so I must earn what seems to be impossible. "I've gotta what...I need to know someone in order for you to be my friend." Well, my continuing education of life starts with registering for my first class. This first class is called "How to pay bills - Life10". *Raising both arms up in joy* No more practices, no more meetings, no more Filipino identity...


College life doesn't necessarily mold a specific lifestyle for someone. There are so many choices in this line of work making it very difficult to make one. It starts the first time we could move. If you had a choice to learn to talk, it isn't yes or no, it's more like, which language would you like to have as your primary tongue? Further into most decisions, we can't neglect one side and fully take on the choice intended. There are two or more sides to everything. Choices, choices, choices. Check this out...

What school do you want to go to?
-What major at this school will you take?
--Under which influence for this particular major at this school?
---Is the staff and faculty for this major's influene at this school good enough?
----Which classes does this professor teach that will expand my knowledge in this major?
...from the beginning of my second year in collegio, my well-being for academics is baffling. I've settled for the choices that my parents chose for me. Do parents really know best? I would hope so, but sometimes its difficult for parents to believe in their childs independence. Is it fair for a mother and/or father to make choices for their child until a certain age? Yes. Unless the child could pay for whatever they choose to do.


...that I must sit and wonder if I'm truly a brown skinned American or Filipino. If I name myself a filipino, from the Philippines, do I accept the Spanish settlement of my native land. Do I accept King Philip of Spain to be the nationality of my race. Do I accept the cruelty of Spanish religions that somewhat plagued my native land. Do I accept what was brought down through generations the history that betrayed our own lifestyles. Do I accept the diversity of the so-called brown-skinned people from a nameless nationality. Do I accept anything about my heritage. Do I accept the news of today that shock the sphere we live upon. My answer is...

Listening to The Other Two : Selfish

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Something I've been thinking about. Maybe its just silly, but I need to get it out. The growth of this organization that I'm in fluctuates. Sometimes there are leaders who do the job, and there are followers who find that the leaders aren't nothing more than followers themselves. As for me, I like to see myself as both. I wouldn't mind seeing a little bit more leader in me, but I don't like the feeling of pressure and stress and frustration. Overall, I like to just get things done. I love to succeed and make things work. This club, Akbayan, it has its ups and downs. Most of the time, it breaks even, but the other twenty-five percents, they fail and fail even more. How does Akbayan possibly fall into the red. How do we find ourselves to climb out of holes. Why do we try hard enough to pull ourselves out? Like a very few who are in this organization, they see comfort and a place to escape to during classes and exams. But at the same time, will they go forth and stand tall with this "just an organization" kind of ordeal. I don't know. Most of the time, I like to find myself trying to keep something alive by ultimately putting my foot into the door. Never letting that room become closed to the world. Exactly how it feels when we all must let go of things, places, memories that we hold dear to us. Akbayan isn't just a place to have shows, and hang out, but more of a beginning to build whatever it is you may look for. And when you find it, grasp it and don't let go. If you do let go, you'll end up being just another picture in the photo albums. Having new members asking, "Who is that?" Sometimes I'm having flashbacks to my first days in Akbayan. I was the quietest one of course with the old school people kicking it at the Akbayan house / e.W.o house / House of Corinth. This house of ours gave birth to three Akbayan president's in the late 90's and the first millenium. Oh the days when I could call out the oldest people and make fun of them because they are still in college. The tables have turned and now I have to face the misery. Is it such a bad thing to have. Now necessarily. I'm not having such regrets about being in such a position. I like being the mighty 'jedi' or the guy who knows what's been done or the Manong or Kuya that people can turn to and say, "You're old." I will be saying my farewells soon. From the first day that I was Fundraiser, I must admit that Akbayan stressed the "heck" out of me. From the first PCN in 1998 to maybe my last one this year, I shall never forget all these wonderful people that have made a perfect path to what I'm going to look forward to. Good Night.

"Why must I be in such a state of mind that isn't what most people see. Believe me, it's not a curse. It is possibly a compliment of bliss. Another thing, that last phrase is something that sounds intelligent, but really, I don't know what it means. Who cares? Trying to sound in intelligent is better that actually being intelligent. Whatever I say to myself when someone comes up to me and says that I'm thinking nonsense. Like the thought of popularity over knowledge is the existence of the world wounding and rounding making others believe that school and academics is the cure to all poverty. Not likely that I will find employment through the learning experience that this piece of paper might say that I've strived four, five, and even six years to take grasp of. Pathetic is not only the conspiracy of such a nation of miscommunication, but great diversity. We are free from dictatorship, yet we all struggle to make ourselves find a leader to lead us to happiness. Democracy and the Republic is a straight-forward government that we long to find so understanding by the 'father's" of this country. The great Washington's and Roosevelt's were and are history. We now live through a terrible happiness and we strive through this heavenly sadness of fantasy, ecstasy, and reality.


My view's on life seem to surpass not only me, but the common person. Most of the time it doesn't make sense through words, but it puts the puzzle in mind into a jigsaw completion. Though, as I drink my $1.29, 2-liter bottle of Mountain Dew, from a venue that tends to fall apart like a mudball in the rain, I take this glass, lift it up, and take my time to taste what was cheap, delicious, and easy to take grasp of because its affordable. How did I make a transition from government to consumer production, I don't know. All I know is that the money in my pocket will not be there for such a long time. As my money falls, another rises. Which brings me back to the thought of who you know to make a future out of your life. As of now, I struggle to receive, not just a passing grade, not just the medium, but the perfection of the first letter of the alphabet on papers, exams, and the thought that school, career, family is what America's message sends to us. The picture that I see is, I want not what every American wants, I want what no one needs. If I could go back in time, and take my life into the savage life, maybe I would. The history books put this portrait of early civilization. How do we know that really happened? How do we really know anything that happened yesterday before we were born?


I look around my room and find all of the materialistic things that I own. What could I be rid of? Everything? Somethings? For one thing, all my books can go because I need them to get my diploma which means nothing unless you 'know' people. Another thing could be all the different types of clothes in my closet. I can live with little enough clothes. I can live with a pair of shoes. I change my clothes everyday because people find that change is important and that wearing the same clothes every single day is weird and disgusting. Is it really? The mentality of everything is based on...day to day beliefs. 'Nough said.


This being St. Valentine's Day, I believe in spending another day with my other the same we always spend it. Everytime we're close, we're close. Close as in, communication, romanticizing, taking each step of our relationship further than before. Not a drastic jump, but small bits. Chocalates, gifts, roses? How 'bout Wendy's 5 nuggets, fries, rice, hotdogs, and mountain dew? Also, an afternoon of video games. Is this a healthy relationship that will go sour? I doubt that because the time spent together is based on one mind struggling on the same goal. In this case, she's a keeper, I'm lucky, and the next step is ready to step through the door."

Listening to ESPN Sportscenter

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"Trying so hard to finish some obligations is just too time consuming. Attempting to continue my best efforts to find out the inevitable. Again my words are useful, yet hard to understand. Impossible to understand how this mind ticks. Some people have the power to decipher the arrows that pour through my membranes and seep out the outer part of my eardrum, thumping to a beat that is similiar to the bass of my heart. Like the many that can actually rewrite the ways of my past in a simple entry. Take away the greatness of my situation, the hunger for my power will merely vanish from existence. Leave me be with all my troubles in life. My mind has exploded into millions of thoughts that must be puzzled together with exhaustion."

Listening to (coincidence) PC Quest : Can I Call You My Girl

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"The best part of a sunny's day is the warmth and great feeling that soothes the soul of the beholder. Taking that first step into a day's gloom. Finding that the rest of the day could turn out the worst, but just that introduction to a morning or afternoon's rise could make the best of things come true. Is it even possible that clouds can make a day even more beautiful. As we walk through life, we want to believe that we are unstoppable, and that the best things in life and decisions are the correct one's. Imagine one day someone comes up to you and tells you that your whole life has been a lie. Imagine that you haven't succeeded in any of your obstacles because they've all become rehearsed to situate your lifestyle. This life of robots and puppeteering is far from what is seen when the sun comes out and says hello to my smiling face. Growing up with smiles and happiness can make the best of one's life. Sometimes most people don't receive this same treatment, so in this case, they must find their individual pleasures another way. Kind of ways that we find when we want to find something to relinquish that bored feeling when we see rain drops fall from the sky. Just the other day, the topic mentioned related to two worlds, such as Miami and the whole state of Washington. The heat of skin bring joy while the breeze of storms brings torment. I guess what I'm saying is that our eyes can deceive everything that we bring ourselves to actually see. Like seeing a thick book, we automatically believe that its boring because of the number of pages. On the other hand, the book could be so abnormally interesting that it could be possible to finish in one sitting. Just look around before we start to assume those daily pressures."

Listening to PC Quest : Can I Call You My Girl

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Everything is good. Cheer up sleepy jean. Smooches to all you wonderful people. Can you tell I didn't feel very imaginitive right now?

Eye-B : wonderful, fun, exilerating, romantic, exotic, mellow, laughs, sadness, frustrations, spooger, and many more.

Fourth Tuesday of the New Year -- listening to Backstreet Boys : Drowning

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Through the years, my ears have been open to many people out there. Sometimes strangers, but mostly people very close to me, my sources of helpfulness is always there for everyone. Are my choices usually the right one's though? The actions that may come into one's mind is unforgiving. Things go because it wants to happen. Back in the mind, it hides straying away from the rest of the body. Things happen for a reason. The fate we feel comes and soonly enough goes. Keeping something with a strong flame takes a lot of effort. I want to say that I'll put my forth into the general cause, but I know that I won't always do so. My future is mine to fall into. No one else leads me into certain circumstances. However, the path that I step into, every once in awhile, could possibly have the assistance of an outside mind, but I'm always open to these bystanders. Does this really mean that they've lead my life? Not exactly. This is where choices come into affect. My direction towards school, relationship, family, future, fate are all mine to control. Think about it.

G-B - i'm sorry i wasn't there for you in your time of need.

Fourth Thursday of the New Year -- listening to Kelly Clarkson : Moment Like This

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Today was such an experience for myself. For people who know me well enough, and for those of you who don't know me, my type of life is to assist, help others and find my well being one of my last priorities. With this same thought, not as in general, but something that is more public than private. Of course my life is priority before others in my own personal private life, but as unselfish as I am, I like to see that people are doing all right. They may not be the happy attitude that I may want them to be in, but at least they're not in depression, sadness, or in mourn. I try. I guess my main thought tonight is that I've been feeling really helpless. The other night, aivy agreed with me when I told myself that I wasn't myself. -duh!- I'm in crutches. And it hurts. Usually, I'm in pain, but I don't let anyone see the pain the constant pain I feel for more than five minutes.
(flashback) On Martin Luther King Jr. Day, a couple of us decided to go up to the snow to go snowboarding. The day started off lazily because when I found out pasa was no longer going, I was discouraged to go. But like the friend he is, ed was still down to go. And I can't just flake on him like that. We went to Sierra-at-tahoe and snowboarded for a good three hours. It was fun, until I took a off-trail jump. I got good air, but my nose was pointing the wrong slope and I ate it. I don't mean, just falling on my tailbone, but straight up on ice, tumbling and finding out that my board didn't want to follow the direction my ankle was heading. The only think I heard when I hit the ground was -crack.crack.crack- in a matter of a second. OUCH! (end flashback)
And yes, almost three days later, and the pain continues to grow. I wonder if I never went to the health center, it wouldn't feel as bad - psychologically speaking. Kicking it at the union in between classes was just a thrill, especially when gumbi marissa kicked my ankle not once, but TWICE. and then trying to secure my foot from pretending they're going to hit it. How unkind and mean can some people be. They're my friends so I forgive them. The thing is, they've never seen me mad. And also, I've never been in this kind of pain in my life. Mix those two together and I won't be showing my face for awhile because...
overall situation, i've never cared about myself in public before. Looking back, I find myself making sure those around me are doing ok. One more input is the kindness of people that happen to open up doors and put chairs down in front of me to rest my foot and for my friends that helped me during lunch. *spanks* ya'll can hold my drinks and food anytime.
to jerry - if you must know ((sheesh)) "amazing contributions towards a thought of provoke. the push seizes to relinquish." means that all the times that you've been that 'jerk', 'dickhead', and 'bully', you're somehow unconsciously provoking some type of lesson for me to get out of it. the more you push me, the stronger my stance gets. Nowadays, if you push me, I will fall. Obviously, see above. I've always been the person that could be pushed around, but from experiences with you, I can hold on my own. Now stop asking me. Actually, don't ever bring this up again.

Third Sunday of the New Year -- listening to Kenny G : Christmas Song

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There was so much I wanted to say about something earlier. My mind always goes blank when I really want to create such a thought that can better your efforts to make sense out of me. As of now, I'll have to make up a topic that will be suitable for the time I have on this earth. Through the years, my abilities have vanished into thin air, gaining such new powers that you would believe to be silly. The worst part about all of this is the feeling I get right now. Not in the future, not in the past, but in the time that you read this entry, I will probably be thinking of something that would probably contradict the idea. As my mind grows and expands, my beliefs become cloudy and skeptical. People say college makes who you are. Thinking to myself that college didn't make who I am, it tore apart my old traditions and put question marks next to them. For example, love has been pushed around so much in my life. Grade school, high school, and now college has been a great discover for such a four letter word. How can you possibly give meaning to this word? People know that life can't be defined, so they let it be. The similarities between life and love is so considerably equivalent that each can be left to bear millions and millions of personal, private, and imperfected meanings. My thoughts about this word is non-existent, besides the (Hi-5 singing) unconditional love that we have for...family. Not a girlfriend, not a bestfriend, just someone with the actual feeling that is just known to be there since the dawn of their first breath. A love between a mother and her son, a father and his daughter, cousin to aunt, ecetera. If people can say this word so easily, do they really believe that what they're saying is love? One time, back at Carrow's, I had a significant conversation with Julius, Joey, Rod, and myself. This may be digressing, but the topic was about happiness. Does happiness cost one million dollars? If you believe one million dollars would make you happy, then you're a single-minded fool soul. Like love and life, there's many ways to be happy. Open your mind to what's out there. Chocalate makes me happy. Having that rich texture and taste just sink into my mouth and tasting it soothes my inner self. I don't need a million dollars to be happy. So, going back to the previous topic mixed with the new one, does love cost one million dollars? Obviously, NO it doesn't. Love is... All I can say is that this word is the one world that should and shouldn't be used in more effective ways. Does this previous line make sence? To me, it does. Dependencies make up such decisions. For me, love is just evol(ution) spelled backwards. The ability to evolve/adapt with new obstacles that come your path.

MOST TIME CONSUMING: socom online (ps2) 'good grief'

Third Friday of the New Year -- watchin' Reckanoize die on Socom Online

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Why I care so much?

Maybe it would be easier to understand if I wrote it all out. With the intent to make things better, I do what I can. What can I say, I care. Possibly for complete strangers, I can give a damn. I may be on the soft side, but there's nothing wrong with helping out another soul. Everyone is raised differently, yet I get to be the kind-hearted one. This isn't a bad thing for me, yet it really tests patience in the second party. With a great attitude toward many different paths in life, I like to consider myself as neutral. In this case, I can suit myself for both parties. You may think that this option is not worth taking, but it saves energy. Just when I thought it was easier to understand what goes through my head, I continue to jumble up such words of confusion into reader's minds. Like once I was told, just keep it short and simple. Well, for a second attempt, I care about people because that's how I was raised.

Third Thursdsay of the New Year -- spacebar doesn't work most of the time...

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What has just recently crossed my mind?
Well, who actually reads my blog. Or, better yet, who attempts to read my cryptic works of linguistic art. Coming from me, art wouldn't really define what I write about or ponder about. But, to me, the type of writing seems to enlighten my writer's. Interested in my writings, my poetry, my quotes, my days, nights, my script. To you, the reader, thanks for giving me a reason to come up with such insan, sane entries. ~digressing from first topic~ Is it really true that left handers are more creative than right handers? I wouldn't think so. For those of you that don't know, I am left handed. Weird thing is that I throw with my right, bowl with my right-pretty much do tons of stuff with my right. But with my left, I dedicate my penmanship and eating abilities. So, unlike my people, I can cut stuff with my knife in my right hand, and fork in my left. Instead, of cutting with right, and forking with the right. This thought seems pointless, but that's just a little spooger about me.

MY WORD : spooger (noun) - 1. information of certain sort. 2. word that rhymes with booger. 3. one that clowns on others.

Third Wednesday of the New Year -- Elmo's World

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"The greatest depression that set into my vision has yet to catch up with thee. My shade of light will continue to find positiveness upon the wondrous arches that we call paths of life. Darkness shall lurk behind me with eagerness to take over my very soul. Slowly and in time the patience that is called so strongly in such a mind may shatter to find disappoint for see to others. Down and a tearing apparition controls the very turn of events that may occur in and around the seconds of time. Scared of what may bring to this feeling, but the worst part is believing that never can happen."

Tech 162 Analog Circuits - B
Tech 167 Analog to Digital - C
Tech 168 Microprogramming & MASM - A
Tech 198 History of Civilized Technology - B
Nufs 163 Nutrition & Fitness - C+

Happy I am.

Second Wednesday of the New Year -- Gary V : Hindi Kita Malilimutan

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This entry is dedicated to all my friends. Here is a line or two to each of you...
edison - strange to find that such a friendship could last although the half-decade has lead to separate paths. you will always live a block away from me.
ted - uplift my mind on such phrases that can possibly make me feel any older. showing me signs that i must further my aged responsibilities.
paulo - youth lies in my eyes when your around. finding myself in you with accomplishments that i felt far from overcoming.
irene - either agreements or contradictions can never destroy our dreams. setting goals can really make a difference.
adan - such a characteristic can release such a trait. your happiness will always guide my soul toward a great horizon.
jerry - amazing contributions towards a thought of provoke. the push seizes to relinquish.
deanna - such a thing could be called other than simple friendship. be there in times of era.
gina - the times of sadness have always prolonged. yet the destruction of such will arise.
aivy - your right on and the right side of my brain. the sentence always end with you.
raina - being the person of your stamina gives strength. open-minded and single directed to harshness.
kat - live as though your achievements have doubted. let bring the greatest last and never forget.
reyna - the greatest gift we set for ourselves is friendship. the rarity of such words will never stop.
"Stuff come and go. Selective thought is chosen to bare the necessities of life. As living fossils on this earth, the common idealism toward a friendship is nothing but the original. Someone to look upon and have an internal light expand a life that will never be lost. Twelve can be set as a proper number to show for such a lifetime. More have been listed, yet many have chosen to stray or fall from this tower. The knowledge thy mind has become shredded into one's own mindset. Grown beliefs have been issued, but these new one's will be set for the next to be bluffed."