I'm trying to blog but then I realized there's nothing I can put here without offending anyone or outing myself. Everything that comes of my mouth lately seems to be the wrong thing. The filter in my head needs replacing.
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Everything is starting to get abstract again. Which only means one thing: I'm going back to old habits. Defenses are up, ancient walls have been erected again. Lessons thought learned are suddenly forgotten in favor of damage control, keeping safe. But it's never really safe, is it? The enemy is inside the walls already. All it needs to do now is wait.
You think you understand. You don't.
at some point, it's all plan B
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Unchained
I've WiFied the house up and no one's excited but me. But don't take that as on open invitation to come to my house.
You know what that means, right? I can now pretend to work in bed. Right now I'm realizing how hard exactly that is to do. It also means I can blog while watching cheesy network television.
This week's been full of bar-going and thrown stress balls at work. It's turned into quite the war zone, and somehow it's all my fault.
Time travelling now...
I remember one time I was being full of myself and told you authoritatively that all everyone wants is eye candy that will talk back, and anyone who says otherwise is lying. You offered no rebuttal, which was a first.
You know what that means, right? I can now pretend to work in bed. Right now I'm realizing how hard exactly that is to do. It also means I can blog while watching cheesy network television.
This week's been full of bar-going and thrown stress balls at work. It's turned into quite the war zone, and somehow it's all my fault.
Time travelling now...
I remember one time I was being full of myself and told you authoritatively that all everyone wants is eye candy that will talk back, and anyone who says otherwise is lying. You offered no rebuttal, which was a first.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
How Way Leads On To Way
These past few days I re-realized how much of a non-fan I am of M. Scott Peck. I didn't even finish the required reading back in college; the first dozen pages either I disagreed with or bored me to death. Or maybe I don't care much for it precisely because I didn't get to finish it. I googled it up and people say it's pretty good. I must've read the wrong book.
I am not about growth or character and things eternal.
Ok, maybe I am about the last part. But I want to be the one to decide what gets to be eternal.
Rather cryptic, yes. Except more of that from here on out.
I am not about growth or character and things eternal.
Ok, maybe I am about the last part. But I want to be the one to decide what gets to be eternal.
Rather cryptic, yes. Except more of that from here on out.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
A Big Fat River In Flood
How inconvenient.
That's all I have to say for now, except maybe "forza azzurri!".
This is the only time I've found all week(+) to update. And I actually have to be catching up on some work right now, on Sunday morning. Like that will happen.
The flu bug's been bothering me all week, and after a night of drinks and dancing, I'm almost back to feeling fine.
I need some pictures on this thing again. My camera is practically a desk ornament. Not that nothing I've seen recently isn't portrait-worthy, quite the opposite actually. It's just that I realize how hard it is to lug around an A70.
God, how hard is it to come up with a coherent post? Must be the drinks and the dancing.
That's all I have to say for now, except maybe "forza azzurri!".
This is the only time I've found all week(+) to update. And I actually have to be catching up on some work right now, on Sunday morning. Like that will happen.
The flu bug's been bothering me all week, and after a night of drinks and dancing, I'm almost back to feeling fine.
I need some pictures on this thing again. My camera is practically a desk ornament. Not that nothing I've seen recently isn't portrait-worthy, quite the opposite actually. It's just that I realize how hard it is to lug around an A70.
God, how hard is it to come up with a coherent post? Must be the drinks and the dancing.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
May The Times Have Their Art, And The Art Its Freedom
Reading up on Schiele.
As you can tell from the lack of activity on this thing, I've been pretty busy. Unfortunately, it's with work, which isn't the best type of busy. But I've been worse.
My genius ultracreative yet drastic idea to redo the system's controller layer was shelved. If only I had more time. Rather, if only I spent more time doing it than thinking about it (Boy that sounded familiar). I'll show them the true meaning of the word "Invent".
My mom found the new Superman corny. Which is weird, because this is the same mom who I saw the first four Supermans with. Are you kidding me? Was she looking for Richard Pryor and red kryponite?
I liked the movie, but maybe that had something to do with the company I was with.
Argentina and Brazil and England are out. Sorry for everyone who bought yellow Nike stuff. You can now join people who bought Dallas #41 jerseys. Speaking of jerseys, someone at the gym was wearing a Knicks Van Horn jersey earlier today. I admire his guts.
Played Warcraft DotA for the first time ever. Where were the Tesla coils? Tanya? I will stick to Red Alert circa 1997 thank you very much.
For some reason, the Power Plant has become my default mall for having nothing to do. Mainly it's because I can walk around going nowhere in particular without looking like a total loser. The only things missing are a) a good burger (I don't want to have to go cross the street to Brothers for something so basic) and b) Tower Records.
And at the Power Plant I spent Friday night as a third wheel to a married couple for the first time. I don't know if that's moving up or down.
As you can tell from the lack of activity on this thing, I've been pretty busy. Unfortunately, it's with work, which isn't the best type of busy. But I've been worse.
My genius ultracreative yet drastic idea to redo the system's controller layer was shelved. If only I had more time. Rather, if only I spent more time doing it than thinking about it (Boy that sounded familiar). I'll show them the true meaning of the word "Invent".
My mom found the new Superman corny. Which is weird, because this is the same mom who I saw the first four Supermans with. Are you kidding me? Was she looking for Richard Pryor and red kryponite?
I liked the movie, but maybe that had something to do with the company I was with.
Argentina and Brazil and England are out. Sorry for everyone who bought yellow Nike stuff. You can now join people who bought Dallas #41 jerseys. Speaking of jerseys, someone at the gym was wearing a Knicks Van Horn jersey earlier today. I admire his guts.
Played Warcraft DotA for the first time ever. Where were the Tesla coils? Tanya? I will stick to Red Alert circa 1997 thank you very much.
For some reason, the Power Plant has become my default mall for having nothing to do. Mainly it's because I can walk around going nowhere in particular without looking like a total loser. The only things missing are a) a good burger (I don't want to have to go cross the street to Brothers for something so basic) and b) Tower Records.
And at the Power Plant I spent Friday night as a third wheel to a married couple for the first time. I don't know if that's moving up or down.
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