facebook finally.
i feel so dirty. honestly though, i looked at it and there's too many things to click on. too many groups to join, too many steps to go through. i don't get the appeal. on the bright side, now i feel less left out with all my school friends since they're all alllllways on it, with inside jokes and stuff.
this is like how i held out on MSN for 5 years. i always cave. i'm so ashamed.
Dec 30, 2006
Dec 25, 2006
Dec 22, 2006
sawdustanddiamonds
my freestyle rapping career ran into a little stumble today. my audience had a tough time deciphering my sick rhymes. maybe i'm too ahead of the curve, ahead of the times (i rhyme even when i don't mean to. i'm awesome). maybe the game ain't ready for me. maybe.....maybe.....
ever feel good, but yet not good, because all that goodness seem everyday to be held together tenuously by a thin and straining thread? yea, that's how i feel these days.
i wish i weren't so cynical. i mean, sure, i wouldn't have my dry and charming sense of comic wit, but seriously -- it's tiring being cynical all the time. i wish i could just have a little faith once in a while, just put my brain into cruise control and hope for the best, instead of over analyzing everything and expecting the worst.
i'm like one of those guys who is scared of planes coming out of the sky and killing him. actually, i just realized someone told me they legitimately feared that once. i guess we're all in this crazy world together sometimes.
ever feel good, but yet not good, because all that goodness seem everyday to be held together tenuously by a thin and straining thread? yea, that's how i feel these days.
i wish i weren't so cynical. i mean, sure, i wouldn't have my dry and charming sense of comic wit, but seriously -- it's tiring being cynical all the time. i wish i could just have a little faith once in a while, just put my brain into cruise control and hope for the best, instead of over analyzing everything and expecting the worst.
i'm like one of those guys who is scared of planes coming out of the sky and killing him. actually, i just realized someone told me they legitimately feared that once. i guess we're all in this crazy world together sometimes.
Dec 19, 2006
have a little faith
some things are worth staying up for. friends around the world, but still near and dear.
dcsy says:
i'm smitten
dcsy says:
smmmmitttttten
nomiS. says:
are you saying that actually
nomiS. says:
or just for the sake of saying it?
dcsy says:
yeah i am hahaha
nomiS. says:
words that end in "mitten" are generally cute
nomiS. says:
like, kitten
dcsy says:
or itten
nomiS. says:
oh yea
nomiS. says:
kmitten
dcsy says:
kmitten
nomiS. says:
whoa
nomiS. says:
actually, i guess there are only 3 words that end in itten
nomiS. says:
but they all seem cute
nomiS. says:
so you're smitten huh?
dcsy says:
cute soft and furry
dcsy says:
im not smitten
nomiS. says:
that's quite the quote
nomiS. says:
hahaahha
dcsy says:
i was just saying it for the sound of it
nomiS. says:
you can't take it back
nomiS. says:
i have it archived for future reference. (thank you, MSN)
dcsy says:
i hate u
dcsy says:
archive that one
nomiS. says:
dcsy says:
i'm smitten
dcsy says:
smmmmitttttten
dcsy says:
i really hate u
Dec 18, 2006
lovestoned
i think i should start sleeping and waking up earlier. i seem unrested when i wake up in the....afternoon....
i don't understand the big deal about the rumble in MSG last week. we're all just a bunch of racists. tie domi can punch a heckler in the face while tom cheek eggs him on from the box, roger clemens can throw a heavy piece of splintered wood at someone, and it's news, but not any sort of negative reflection on the game.
but a fight breaks out because of competitive spirits in basketball, and everyone assumes black people are thugs. like...what? i don't understand how todd bertuzi or marty macsorley could not have a long term impact in peoples minds for hockey, but for some reason fist fights are a black eye on the public image of a sport, turning into an event that is hard to let go or forget.
like, come on mainstream america, be a little less subtle about your deep rooted discrimination at least. i'm just waiting for the guys at CNNSI to blurt out....."while we're at it, oj was guilty, rosa parks should have stayed at the back, and martin luther king junior was a hate monger. also, uncle ben makes crappy rice."
i don't understand the big deal about the rumble in MSG last week. we're all just a bunch of racists. tie domi can punch a heckler in the face while tom cheek eggs him on from the box, roger clemens can throw a heavy piece of splintered wood at someone, and it's news, but not any sort of negative reflection on the game.
but a fight breaks out because of competitive spirits in basketball, and everyone assumes black people are thugs. like...what? i don't understand how todd bertuzi or marty macsorley could not have a long term impact in peoples minds for hockey, but for some reason fist fights are a black eye on the public image of a sport, turning into an event that is hard to let go or forget.
like, come on mainstream america, be a little less subtle about your deep rooted discrimination at least. i'm just waiting for the guys at CNNSI to blurt out....."while we're at it, oj was guilty, rosa parks should have stayed at the back, and martin luther king junior was a hate monger. also, uncle ben makes crappy rice."
Dec 14, 2006
chinese new year
www.willitblend.com
we use a blendtec at work to make cold drinks.
the scientist guy is just hilarious though. the shots of him just smiling are worth the price of admission. which is....free.
we use a blendtec at work to make cold drinks.
the scientist guy is just hilarious though. the shots of him just smiling are worth the price of admission. which is....free.
Dec 11, 2006
Dec 10, 2006
holidays and saturdays
the song title for this post is eerily apt. i suppose it could be even more appropriate if i was already on holidays, but enh. close enough.
life moves on.
things i can no longer do in my house:
- walk around in just my boxers
- shower and use the toilet with the door open
- blast music at 1am
- drink like a fish
- play guitar at 2am
on the bright side, my parents have been home for less than a full day and my fridge is already stocked with orange juice and soya milk.
it's nice to have some constants in life.
life moves on.
things i can no longer do in my house:
- walk around in just my boxers
- shower and use the toilet with the door open
- blast music at 1am
- drink like a fish
- play guitar at 2am
on the bright side, my parents have been home for less than a full day and my fridge is already stocked with orange juice and soya milk.
it's nice to have some constants in life.
Dec 6, 2006
l o o k a t u s n o w
a great story about dwayne wade. we lose track of the fact that athletes are human beings, who more often than not have overcome a million-to-one odds to reach where they are.
SI's Sportsman of the Year
SI's Sportsman of the Year
Dec 5, 2006
o h m y g o d
"Sometimes I can not forgive
and these days mercy cuts so deep,
If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep.
While I lay, I'd dream we're better, scales were gone and faces lighter,
When we wake we hate our brother, we still move to hurt each other,
Sometimes I can close my eyes and all the fear the keeps me silent,
Falls below my heavy breathing, what makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder, we all feel the need through wonder.
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the plunder.
Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven,
All the times I thought to reach up, all the times I had to give up.
Babies underneath their beds, in hospitals that cannot treat them.
All the wounds that money causes, all the comforts of cathedrals,
All the cries of thirsty children, this is our inheritance,
All the rage of watching mothers, this is our greatest offense
Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God."
and these days mercy cuts so deep,
If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep.
While I lay, I'd dream we're better, scales were gone and faces lighter,
When we wake we hate our brother, we still move to hurt each other,
Sometimes I can close my eyes and all the fear the keeps me silent,
Falls below my heavy breathing, what makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder, we all feel the need through wonder.
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the plunder.
Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven,
All the times I thought to reach up, all the times I had to give up.
Babies underneath their beds, in hospitals that cannot treat them.
All the wounds that money causes, all the comforts of cathedrals,
All the cries of thirsty children, this is our inheritance,
All the rage of watching mothers, this is our greatest offense
Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God."
and the snow made it perfect.
as it turns out, the second i even heeded the voice of the cynical side, it was over. i realized i was no longer content because i was content. and the fact that i knew i was soon going to have to move from my contented spot immediately made me discontented.
we. people. i. am such a fool. always thinking its whats in the picture that matters -- that means anything in the long run. when really, it's irrelevant.
the work, the accolades, the great situations, the perfect people, the fortunate happenstances.
it all comes up short when the din dies down, and you start to really think about it. when that cynical voice starts to question, and pushes you to want more -- to consume more, desire more, think that more will help you feel what you need to feel.
and really -- what you needed was not a feeling.
it was meaning.
a meaning that was here all along.
a meaning that never left you in the first place.
a meaning for which i am thankful beyond words.
Dec 4, 2006
t h e e x e c u t i o n o f a l l t h i n g s
i feel completely content.
the cynical side of me is screaming that this can't last.
the cynical side of me is screaming that this can't last.
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