Explosion

So another thought came to me while I was browsing facebook. And lo and behold, I became enraptured in some of the phrases that we use in our everyday language. Obviously being the idiot I am.... this is how I saw them.


1) Blowing up my wall. As in "Why is she blowing up your wall?" (posting a lot of things on your facebook wall)


2)Blowing up my cell As in "Why is she blowing up your cell?" (texting/calling repeatedly)


3) That's hot (In this case it's a car) As in "That cars so hot." (attractive)


4) Clutch "That was pretty clutch" (witty)


5) Bounce "Let's bounce" (leave)


6) Poppin' "What's poppin'?" (Happening)


7) Gravy "It's all gravy" (Everything's okay)


8) Mad heads "There were mad heads there" (lots of people)

Switching Gears, Hiding Tears

So there's no easy way to go about this but...

As I was browsing through facebook I came across one of my close friends... from a long time ago. I then began to reminisce about the old times that we shared and the memories that we made. Then comes the thoughts about what had happend. "I don't know, we just grew up and grew apart I guess." That seems to be the only generic answer to these types of things. I'm kind of in the mood to strike up a conversation with this person once again.

Funny because this particular friend that I'm talking about was the one who told me that bonds never really die. That was about two years ago. Either way, it just got me thinking about everyone who's been apart of my past and how they've help build the person I am today. How and why we grew apart is always a different story for everyone, but it's more understood than most. It is fun though, making the ones that have the time, come out and hang around me. Usually the whole conversations based around remember when's and what's new. It's such a different feeling whenever you're around an old friend. It feels please but at the same time it feels different. Probably, most likely because you're different and you're seeing this person at a different stage of their lives and you yourself is no exception to that rule. Blah blah blah blah and more technical/analytical shit.

Uhm... No excuses, Just actions. I can't wait to see all my friends again, Past or Present. Hopefully the world is small enough for me to find them again.

Errr. My head is a little messed up over this and I did feel a little heartbroken when I was browsing through facebook. Truth is, I do miss all my older friends. I miss the times we shared and how it felt like we'd be friends forever. It still feels that way. And it's more true than you think, bonds never really do die. To have such an effect as to come across someone's picture and just get hit with all these memories of things. That definitely means something and it's something worth holding onto.

So, I'll see you when I see you.

The Night of Mayhem

So I had the most random thought today. While watching TV I thought about robbing a bank. I thought about having things like a black getaway van, ski mask, some kind of gun, and a posse of men who're dressed the same as I am (except the one wearing sun glasses, he's boss). The only thing however, when this came to mind, instead of getting away we end up getting trapped inside. The building gets surrounded by cops as we hold hostages. They try to negotiate and once negotiations start the fun begins. I start thinking about asking them for the most ridiculous things, like cheese burgers or a remote control helicopter. Then see if they would still take me seriously

Sometimes I can't help but laugh at myself for having some of the most out-of-this world day dreams.

If you think that's bad, this one time I had this dream (like dream-dream, as in sleep dream). In this dream I was in some kind of Dorm? Apartment Complex? Graymoor? I don't know, I couldn't tell. All I could tell was that the bathrooms were communal. These bathrooms were weird though, aside from everything being wet (typical of real world public bathrooms), I looked at the toilet and they had urea concentration counters on it. So whenever you would pee, there would be numbers and it would tell you the concentration of urea in your urine. I woke up shortly after using one of these toilets, I didn't get a chance to see my own concentration.

So anyway enough of the nonsense. My mind was wandering as I was thinking about THAT department. Yes, women. I always just thought about the idea of a crush and how it works. (I know, I know, I think a few entries ago I posted about how bitter I was about analyzing things. This was analysis done out of boredom though, so it's not like I had anything better to do. I usually bitch at how much of a waste of time this type of thinking is. And that's exactly what happend here, I needed to kill time, so I did) So yeah I went through facebook and went through all the girls that I think are enticing. Now I wasn't checking them out, I was more or less reminiscing about good times and good conversations that I may have had with each particular woman (that I find attractive). The thing that weirds me out is that these conversations were all different, but they still carried the same amount of pleasure received. It just left me thinking to myself, "What makes a girl drop dead attractive?" (while ignoring all superficial aspects) I mean given the situation is that I'm talking to this girl. It's just weird sometimes how you can be so drawn into a conversation and then all of a sudden be compelled to ask for her number because you want more. Or you can just shy away from the number idea and just wait till you're next encounter, all done to avoid looking creepy. You end up leaving whatever establishment where the encounter took place only thinking about how great you're conversation was. Thinking of how awesome this girl was. HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN? I'm usually so cautious about trying NOT to fall for girls so easily, but forreal, some girls are just so good at this. Either way, they still cross my mind only to make me anticipate our next meeting. Hopefully I'll walk away with a number this time.

Hopefully... lol.

One Year

Saviour King - Hillsong United
From the Inside Out - Hillsong United

So in a year's length...

I took SE
I took LSS
I auxied 2 SE's
I auxied an LSS
I facilitated a YE
I bought a guitar
I picked up my trumpet again
I started writing again
I made an attempt to write a song
I went vegetarian for 59 days (WEAK)
I want to go back to being a vegetarian.
I discovered my love for fruits
I discovered peaches are one of God's greatest creations
I coordinated a skit for China Nite
I stepped outside of my comfort zone
I've laughed my hardest
I got over my fear of meeting strangers
I've put myself in situations where I didn't know anyone...only to walk away with a good number of new friends.
I'm going to see Hillsong United this friday.
I transferred schools
I made magna cum laude status
I lost magna cum laude status
I've made it a point to be magna cum laude by the time I graduate.
I couldn't be happier with my choice of major
I started to work with my prof. in his lab
I found that the girls should just try and find me
I fell in love, with CHEMISTRY.

In reality... I'm just trying to have a good time.

Err, hmm...

So I just realized that this was pretty much a random date to be posting something like this up. I guess I was just thinking about the past 12 months since I took SE and just see what I've done with myself since then. You know looking at this list, I don't feel like the loser that I usually feel like (at least when I'm sitting around doing nothing).

I work hard but it never feels like work. That's probably why it feels like I'm not doing anything with my life 24/7. I always viewed myself as one of those characters who couldn't tell the difference between work and play. I'm even starting to believe that at some point they fused together. You know that's a really nice blessing. God made me a hard worker, but bottom line is, it doesn't feel like work. I remember I went to an early mass a couple weeks ago. The priests homily was about work and he talked about how you should love what your doing. I remember I couldn't help but smile throughout the whole homily only because I kept thinking "THAT IS SO ME". I guess it's true, not everyone says that they love their major/job/work/school. It's nice not having to feel like you do something that you hate everyday. I just kinda hope that it stays this way. I don't know what I'd do if I ended up with a job that I hate.

I'm really happy with what I'm doing. It just feels so right you know?

So, unlike a year ago. I remain hopeful and happy. Before a year ago, I wanted to do great things. I still feel that way. I'm more ambitious than ever and I have more support than ever. Nothing can stop me.