Month: December 2009


>i always like to say good morning…. like i really mean it. I like to say “good morning” like i really mean it. It makes me connect with every one i say it to. So at the end of the day, i feel like I’ve made a connection with the world…. Its sounds like Hippie stuff don’t it? lolol… i ain’t a hippie though…

Work is something else.In my four months of work, i have not had a day i could describe as rudimentary or typical. Its been a whole different ball game every day.

The Christmas season; busy,no break and a whole lot of “Good mornings”…..

Then i think about reflecting on 2009. A year that has typically been eventful, unforgettable (it definitely has been if you’re me). I started writing this post two weeks ago but I’ve only had time to sit at my system just today. in 2009 I’ve changed from an almost 24 hour/ all weekend party animal to a ‘i barely have a social life’ kinda guy. and the creepy thing about it is, these two opposites basically have had six month life spans.


now 2010 beckons so glaringly and I’m forced to take sometime to think about what i really want to achieve in this new year; in the short term, i want two learn two new things: French and Swimming. yes, as embarrassing as it is, i still don’t know how to swim all that well.

then french, i just love the language even though i have no idea of what they talk about more than half the time.

On the long term I’m thinking alot about being more and more on my own. I’m becoming more and more distant from my family and its beginning to tell on me. Not like i like it, but i have that feeling that in order for me to really appreciate them, i need to learn to survive by myself.

some of you guys already have a clear cut and defined plan for 2010 while some of you are like me, just making a few plans while you improvise as things come by.

I was supposed to turn in a letter to Santa but that never happened because of work…. so you could all say i had a bah- humbug kinda Christmas.

Happy new year folks! see you in 2010….


>Grinding Steel

>I have abandoned you my dear Blog, to a life of Beeish Buzz (Doubt if that’s right).

I have been enslaved by work, and other dramas. Leaving you my dear loyal blog to wallow in loneliness.

Will you forgive me. Will you take this heart felt words and trust me that soon i shall return. I have forced excuses at your page hoping you accept them for i have no other thing to say to you, explaining how i could be this irresponsible. What have i done?

Who will plead on my behalf oh Blog? Who will tell you how much i have missed you, that the things i left you for are nothing compared to the vast whiteness of you Word Sheet that allow me to express myself without censorship?

I truly am sorry.

I have been stung by Cupids arrow, Possessed by Thor’s Hammer and have sought out a life in a world that even though real doesn’t deserve to be permanently lived in everyday of one’s life. When i have the shelter of you page to express and deliberate.

What sort of apple have i tasted that would make me see this world in a new light and abandon you oh blog.

I am on my palms, typing tirelessly at they keyboard, begging that you receive this offering of my words to pacify you. I honestly have nothing else for if you could receive flowers i would send you a 100 dozens roses.

My betrayal tastes like that of Judas 30 pieces of silver.

What have i done you might wonder oh blog?

I have loved, I have worked, but nothing compares to the satisfaction you have poured out upon me. My heart has become something geologically undefined… formed and crushed continually in chronological estimates that i feel as if its continuous deformation and reconstruction has created steel and hence if this breaking continues, shall fate grind steel?

shall fate take up this steel heart which still miraculously beats and continue to grind and tear and dismember?

Who shall love a heart as deformed as this oh blog… I look at your whitish splendor and i pour out every thing within this steel container. Its insides are still soft though, beating away and pounding.

Work has stolen my soul. work has taken me away from my family and friends. caged me in a world that i still don’t recognize….

I know you’ll always have me back oh blog, from the first moment i laid eyes on you i knew you were going to be with me till the end.

bear with me Blog… I shall return, not as frequent as you might hope, but i shall always think of you. returning to you, for only you give me this succor.