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Wednesday, November 17, 2004

It's been a really, really long time since I last updated.

So, here's a little bit of how things have been. I saw 'The Grudge', and scared the sh!t out of me. I was screaming and screaming in the theater that I was scaring other people because I was screaming. But that was the fuun part. Hmmm..can't believe Buffy douldn't do anything about it.

Been pondering....

Is there a greater word than LOVE?

Friday, October 08, 2004

I was reading this clip on the 'o' word. And no, it doesn't stand for orgy. It stands for over, not over the hill; but the meaning of over in a relationship. Well, to cut it short, here's the piece:

The BIG 'O'
No, I am not about to talk about orgasms.
I was referring to was the word, over.
Over.
With it’s many forms, definitions, and uses, it’s
best I narrow it down and put it in perspective. I’m
talking about the word in the context of love and
relationships. You can just imagine how many
times the word comes up in those areas alone.
Let me illustrate:
We meet someone. We get to know ‘em, we
like ‘em, next thing you know we’re head over
heels in love with ‘em (or in Alanis’s case, head
over feet. Hey, whatever works for you right?) And
then there’s being in love itself—Everything is so
glorious. You’re euphoric, giddy, overwhelmed,
overjoyed, your "cup runneth over."
And then you get your heart broken. As quick as it
had begun, suddenly, it’s over.
Over.
After the tears, curses, bottles of beer, what you
do next is pick up the pieces of your heart, your
ego, your life from off the proverbial floor, and get
up.
And then try your damndest to get over it.
Over.
Yes, it’s a word. It’s just a word. Two freakin
syllables that’s so easy to say aloud but oh so
difficult to carry out. Add another two syllables and
you’ve got a mouthful.
Getting over or get over it.
The question here is, how?
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Over time, it has inspired people to write books,
songs, or odes to and about the whole bloody
process. It’s a topic of discussion of friends over
the phone, over coffee or beer, and in forums of
online communities.
Why? It happens to almost anyone and everyone.
And still, noone can come up with a singular
surefire solution on how to get over someone or
something.
Some say you should get busy (What is with me
and song titles today?!). Bury yourself in work, go
out with your friends, basically find ways to occupy
your time. Believe me, I’ve learned that too much
time on one’s hands gives one too many thoughts
in a pain-fogged brain.
Then there are those who say that to get over
someone, you need someone else—and I’m not
talking about a kabarkada or a bosom buddy.
Someone who goes beyond than just the platonic.
Someone, some people claim, you can make new
memories with. I guess this is to drive away the
memories of the previous that haunt you every so
often.
Personally, the former temporal solution seems
better than the latter. But like I said, if it works for
you, right?
Two close friends of mine on separate occassions
have been gracious enough to talk about this thing
with me. The difference here was with one of
them, I started the ball rolling, whereas with the
other, I was asked the question, “Do we really
need someone to get over someone?”
So, do we?
What do you think?



Just food for thought, I guess. This kinda inspired me to write, but I'll do that later when I have actually gathered by thoughts in a more organized manner. For right now, this journal is my tool to do so.

I got roses a few days ago. A dozen as a matter of fact, and they were still buds. I put them in a cup while they were still tied in the plastic and rubber band, and over a day they grew. The roses got big and just so pretty that I got so inspired by them that I took pictures of them. I'll post them later. Speaking of pictures...I need to take more pictures of things around me, like the sky, planes, birds, trees, people.

Ok, so back to the roses. I felt bad cause they looked to scrunched up and crowded in their original container that I took off the plastic and arranged them in a bigger glass and put fresh water; and I even put some of that food that came with it. Right that night, they stopped growing and just started to wilt. I know I am really bad with plants, but come on these shouldn't have counted cause they were already gonna die! This is why I also take pictures of dead flowers. They are just as meaningful as the freshly cut ones without the guilt of letting them suffer cause I can end their suffering quicker.

I cry alot. I cry when I'm sad. I cry when I'm mad. I cry when I'm happy. I cried over 50 1st dates and this was a comedy! I cry when I get into a song I'm listening to, but then again the emotions bring it. Crying is so natural for me that it's not so bad for me, or for anyone who really knows me. If they can't cry, I'll cry for them.

You know your car is dirty when someone offers you a free carwash.
I was pumping gas at Sunset and Pecos. I don't know why I drove so far to get gas. Well, I do know. I wanted to empty my tank some more, and I needed a long drive before I started work. So here I am, I used my bankcard to pay and I'm pumping gas. The gas is flowing really sssssssssssssssslowwwww. I was standing by my car for a few minutes now and I'm only up to 4 gallons when my car takes about 15, and remember; I was trying to empty out my tank. A blue suv pulls on the opposite side and a man walks out and into the store, comes out and starts pumping gas. We're standing there for a few more minutes and he asks me if I was also expiriencing what he was. I said yeah, I was there for while already. He get quiet and walks towards the front of my car and examines it. He touches his chin as if he was thinking of something and walks back to the driver side of his car. He walks up to me and pulls out a green peice of paper and signs it and tells me, "Do you know where Green Valley Parkway is? Here's a coupon for a free carwash. Go here and we'll clean you car for you, ok." I told him that, that was sweet of him and thanked him. My tank was full and I left for work. I got a free carwash! I'll probably go Sunday, or whenever I have time from my chores at home, and work. I'm tired. My car is really dirty, I mean it's paint is like a forest dark dark green and I couldn't even recognize my car in the parking lot during daytime, cause it looked blue from the water spots and dust. My car looks teal right now. But the inside is clean.

Time. Chance. Over. Rain. Tears. Love. Roses. Sky. Together. Beer. Vice. Bedroom. Drive. Destination. Sound. Music. Night. Numb. Sorrow. Kisses. Dreams. Steps. Time....

So, here. I hope this entry helped anyone get amused or annoyed. I know I amused about myself for being annoyed by my thoughts.

Oh, and here are some quotes I found amusing:

I have all the answers, but I never said they were right.

Laundry is the only thing that should be separated by color.

I tried to sniff coke once, but the ice cubes got stuck up my nose.

What happens if you get scared half to death two times?

Money talks, but all mine never says goodbye.

Conserve water, shower with me.

A true freind is someone who walks in while everyone else is walking out.

Sarcasm keep you from telling people what you really think of them.

Love is a friendship set on fire.

Only your friends will tell you when your face is dirty.

It's easier to forgive an enemy that to forgive a friend.

There are big ships and there are small ships but the best ship is friendship.

Best time to make friends is before you need them.

In my friend I find a second half.

Saturday, October 02, 2004

Just here and there lately. Sorry, I haven't had any time to be here to write an entry. I will soon, like now; but I'll make sure next time I write something worth reading. So in that case, thanks for the hit.

Saturday, September 11, 2004

AAAAHHHKKKKK!!!! Am I off to a bad start or what? I probably have 3 attendance points already, and I haven't even passed probation! I mean, the reasons are legit though; cause first, Ryan got in an accident when he went shooting, so I had to take off work early to take him to the hospital for stitches in his head. Second, I had this mandatory parent teacher meeting for John at Our Lady Of Las Vegas. Third, Jhosue is sick and has been throwing up since 3 am today. The doctor said it seems he just has a stomach virus, but he need to be watched for the next 24 hours and make sure he drinks and eats little by little. He also mentioned he was a little under weight, which bothers me more. If he gets better tonight, I'm going grocery shopping just for him. Ryan took the day off too. I mean I have documentation for all my incidents, or so they say they call these events at work. The supervisor told me I just won't recieve my bonus, but I should pass probation anyway. I just got promoted two days ago despite my other two incidents. I start off my new position in this company on Monday. I put it on and promise myself I will not have anymore incidents no matter what the circumstance. Yeah. I can do that. I'm just worried about Jhosue. He's sleeping now, but I'm worried. I just want him to feel better. And as you can see my thoughts just trail off everywhere. My thoughts are always this disorganized and cluttered but I know where everything is. At night before I sleep I dedicate an hour of my time to work on my book. I was researching that it is easy to write a book, the hard part is to advertise yourself to publishers. Hmmm.

Monday, September 06, 2004

Today is my dad's birthday. Happy birthday!



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