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Monday, 08 May 2006

  • i was going to stop with xanga, but i feel a need to add a new entry. woot.

    so anyway its been a bad weekend leading up to me still being in a fairly crappy and pissed off mood. so i've taken two comments that came in text form (given most chatting comes in text from games etc...) anyway heres's my response to both in short. you care enough to answer like that, i care enough to answer like this.

    "then i won't fucking talk to you again.. happy? got nothing nice to say, dun say notin at all."

Tuesday, 02 May 2006

  • I woke this morning and realized I don't the image the mirror reflected. Dreams are hopeless aspirations I no longer can waste my life pursuing hoping for more. I despise what Asian Orgnizations have done to me, in the end I am going to tidy up lose ends and quit. Xanga is simply a place I vent and people check... if you really want to know how I am doing call me. If you can spare 5 minutes of your time, I'll try to spare 5 of mine. For now I give up on life and will live the best I can with no true dreams left. Life and love fall hand in hand, while living it's bliss you become ignorant to your surroundings. When it breaks, your world crashes and all you see is what is in front of you. Your own two feet.

Monday, 01 May 2006

  • In short...

    I possess Charisma. The ability to inspire (myself and others) and energize normally for short periods of time.

    I lack Conviction. The ability to apply and stay with something I (or others) take up.

    I lack Inpiration. A drive to continue or fight for a reason or cause.

    I lack a reason or cause to continue to fight beyond my own means of survival. I seek only to fulfill my simple day to day basic duties or work, eating, and sleeping... and even those on a limited basis.

    Priorities... Simple...

    Work: I have a lot of bills to pay. I don't have a choice. All other things take a second seat to ensure I can make means.

    Life: In short this involves eating, sleeping, socializing... whatever. I sleep when I can (normally 2/4pm - 8/10pm), eating is random... (about 1-2 meals a day), smoking (a pack a day on avg), and rarely socializing with friends seeing I don't see them.

    Games: Life is games to me, seeing most of my friends work... the few I talk too they play the games I play. Other then small amount of satisfaction and joy I get from my games, it is more then almost anything else I do and is really the last link I have to my most often talked to friends. (World of Warcraft, Final Fantasy, and Halo)

    School: In fact I wasn't even going to attend class today. I have a lot I need to finish up right now, although I know I am going to fail miserably this semester. My work took priority over school and I was too tired to attend or make time. With little free time I had, I played games being my last link to my friends I get to talk too on a regular basis. In fact I have little reason to attend and the only reason I go is because I need a degree to get a better job to pay bills, thus refer to priority one. If you want to know I hate UNO. I have little freinds and hate studying.

    And lastly my most touchy subject that destroyed my fucking life...

    Asian Organizations: In short I did like the fact I had something to do and focus on instead of games. It was a way for me to meet new people and make freinds. I did. Doesn't seem that way anymore, but I have made good friends. The sheer rejection and drama I recieved has left more then a sour taste in my mouthg, almost reaching a level of hate of my former grammer school. (If you know me well... you know how much I despise that area of my life.) Even with the current issues in hand, people don't keep in touch or get back to me on situations. I was asked as a simple resouce for the current Landfill issue in New Orleans East. I contact various people I knew nation wide to seek help. Niether the person who has contacted me or the people (other then two) I contacted has returned responses. With that I don't care. I am not accepted by the APIA groups as a leader, member, or friend... I can gladly deny my Asian heritage and careless for its community, leaders, and people because the are too fucking dumb, stuck up, bitch whores who deserve to burn in fucking hell, and dont' realize how life really backfire and not care about them because they are too stuck up thier own gorram fucking ass. Congratulations. If the Landfill is overturned, you've managed something. If you listened, worked, and was aware outside of your little k, j, v, and such towns... it wouldn't have happened. Congradufuckinglations.

    So on activism, fuck it. Let the immigration act pass, let the Patriot Act continue, let landfills be built on poor minority communites, let women and people of color continue to be beaten, hazed, discrimated, racially profiled, and objectified.. because the American people are too fucking stupid to care unless and even when it directly effects and connects to you. Let me quote an AASIA member and former president of an APIA org...

    "I don't want to have to tie myself up with AASIA. I have other priorities. Working and school, and don't you dare say stop doing certain things like clubbing. I want to have fun and have my own life..."

    Think about... It was a female Asian American... Good Luck because you didn't care. Good luck beyond being viewed as a stereotype. No one in AASIA matched my dedication and sacrifice... No one. I doubt you'll find another person so motivated again. To those who crushed me, burn in hell you sons of a bitches.

    Beyond that I don't do anything. In fact I game while I eat, I sleep, and I work. Its a repeated cycle everyday. Nothing seems to break this. I would rather be a villian then a hero. I would rather scare and terrify people into following me and my fame then being worshiped and loved for my sacrifice. Heros don't exist, because behind the mask of hero lies a sinner. The sins of one now worshipped by many. Go look up your so called heros of the past.. go look at thier past. They are no better then the murderers, rapist, and drunks that exist in our prisons. That's what they were. I've been told many times that I had a great future in front of me, God had some intended purpose that goes beyond a normal person. I'd rather send my name down in infamy then in Hall or Heros. If I was a hurricane, I would hit New Orleans, Ifwere a Tsunami I'd hit Asia, if I were an earthquake I'd crush Pakistan and the Middle East again, if were plague I'd destroy Europe... reason? No one learned the first time around. It took two atomic bombs to make Japan surrender... how many will take for you to change? Good luck...

Friday, 21 April 2006

  • Somtimes I wonder if people take the time to listen to the lyrics behind the beats. Recently the only things I do is work, game, and listen to music. I love finding songs that have meanings. Anyway these are two songs in polar opposite tones and settings, however have some awsome messages. Unwritten is on the radio and TV, so I am sure you've heard it, but Right Now isn't yet released. Take the time and download them and read what they say. They will make you think, how lucky we really are reguardless of what life might throw and how even when life is hard that there is still a new day. Enjoy!

    Fort Minor Right Now

    Someone right now is leaving their apartment
    Looking down at the street, wondering where there car went
    Someone in the car sitting at a signal
    In front of a restaraunt, staring through the window
    at someone right now with their finger in their teeth
    Who could use a little floss right across the street
    there's somebody on the curb who really needs a jacket
    spent half the rent at a bar getting plastered
    Now he gotta walk fourteen blocks
    to work at a shop where he's about to get fired.
    
    Someone right now is looking pretty tired
    Staring at a laptop trying to get inspired
    Somebody living right across the street
    She wrote the best things she's written all week
    but her best friends coughing up blood in the sink
    Can't even think what happened, feeling so confused
    And he knows it looks bad but there's nothing he can do
    I wonder what it's like to be right there in his shoes
    
    
    But no I'm just taking it in
    Out the window of a hotel bedroom again
    Tommorrow I'll be gone I don't know when I'll be back
    But in this world everything can change just like that,
    Like that
    
    Yo somebody right now is dropping his vote inside a box
    And trying not to get shot in his throat
    For the act of freedom right now somebody is stuck in Iraq
    Hoping that he gets shipped back breathing
    in a war that he's not really sure of the reasons
    So we show our support when the press mislead them
    Though we more then remain proud and salute the troops
    get some I know you boys got some work to do
    Meanwhile right now someones 25 to life
    And is standing on the corner with their thumb up hitchiking
    Stratching off a lotto ticket hoping for a real winner
    Sneaking through the border just to work and to eat a real dinner
    Right now someone wishes they were you were not
    instead of second guessing freedom thoughts of quiet suicide
    But right now I'm staring at the window at a frame
    with holes in his arm and holes in his jeans
    he pulled out his ciggerette sparked the light
    And walked right around the corner just outta my sight
    
    But yo I'm just taking it in
    From the second story hotel window again,
    The TV's on, and my bags are packed,
    But in this world everything can change just like that,
    Like that
    
    Ya right now somebody sitting in the darkness
    Trying to figure out how to put some heat in their apartment
    But they got a little matress and a little carpet
    And they appreciate it 'cause some people on a park bench
    You see them when you rushing to get to the office
    wife robbed blind when she coming from the market
    Right now somebody coming out from the pocket
    Trying to dump that rock they run around the block with at
    The same time the cops is raising the glock with aim
    To fill your legs and back with some hot shit
    Right now somebody struggling to stop this man
    Who's kick and punching and cussing at the doctors
    Down the hall the child taking his first breath
    The doctors ain't even passed him to the nurse yet yo
    I wonder if he understands what it's worth yet
    Like the time spent while we here on the earth yet
    The answer to the question that we all seek
    can be found depend on how free y'all think
    Right now it's somebody who ain't eat all week
    That would kill for the shit that you throw away in the street
    I guess ones mans trash is the next mans treaure
    One mans pain is the next mans pleasure
    one say infinity the next say forever
    right now erbody got to get it together man
    
    I'm just taking it in another strange hotel lobby again
    Put my luggage on my back I don't know where I'm at
    I'm in world where we all change just like that,
    Like that, like that, just like that, like that, just like that
    
    Just like that, Just like that
    
    Natasha Bedingfield Unwritten
    I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
    I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
    
    Staring at the blank page before you
    Open up the dirty window
    Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
    
    Reaching for something in the distance
    So close you can almost taste it
    Release your inhibitions
    Feel the rain on your skin
    No one else can feel it for you
    Only you can let it in
    No one else, no one else
    Can speak the words on your lips
    Drench yourself in words unspoken
    Live your life with arms wide open
    Today is where your book begins
    The rest is still unwritten
    
    Oh, oh, oh
    I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
    We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
    
    Staring at the blank page before you
    Open up the dirty window
    Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
    
    Reaching for something in the distance
    So close you can almost taste it
    Release your inhibitions
    Feel the rain on your skin
    No one else can feel it for you
    Only you can let it in
    No one else, no one else
    Can speak the words on your lips
    Drench yourself in words unspoken
    Live your life with arms wide open
    Today is where your book begins
    
    Feel the rain on your skin
    No one else can feel it for you
    Only you can let it in
    No one else, no one else
    Can speak the words on your lips
    Drench yourself in words unspoken
    Live your life with arms wide open
    Today is where your book begins
    The rest is still unwritten
    
    Staring at the blank page before you
    Open up the dirty window
    Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
    
    Reaching for something in the distance
    So close you can almost taste it
    Release your inhibitions
    Feel the rain on your skin
    No one else can feel it for you
    Only you can let it in
    No one else, no one else
    Can speak the words on your lips
    Drench yourself in words unspoken
    Live your life with arms wide open
    Today is where your book begins
    
    Feel the rain on your skin
    No one else can feel it for you
    Only you can let it in
    No one else, no one else
    Can speak the words on your lips
    Drench yourself in words unspoken
    Live your life with arms wide open
    Today is where your book begins
    The rest is still unwritten
    The rest is still unwritten
    The rest is still unwritten
    
    Oh, yeah, yeah
    
    
    

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