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| It may look scary, but it was the craziest thing I have done in life so far (I suppose that's going to change!). I was cursing the whole time (shame on me). If anyone didn't know, this trip was just my brothers and I; no parents. Only my uncle was there to supervise us, and the amazing thing is, he wasn't nearly as strict as his sister. :D Well, I dunno, but regardless, he was a good babysitter. It's time for one of those stories that has morals to them. About the worst thing that happened on my two week trip. It happened on the flight to Sacramento, where my uncle planned to pick us up. The seat I had was 29C, which is the seat cleverly designed to clearly devastate any passengers sitting there. Who in their right mind would want to sit next to the lavatory? It was so close, I could reach out with my left hand and close the door (which I frequently had to do, because most people are lazy to reach behind them and close it). The smell... oh the smell! Every single time someone wanted to take a dump, they had to come to the lavatory right next to me (even though there were others), and make all sorts of interesting noises once inside. There must have been an air vacuum where I as sitting or something, because each time that door opened, I would get a blast of fresh fecies-air. We had people going in and going out of the lavatory every minute, and there was this one... over-average... lady that must have visited the lavatory three times on this one flight (which was six hours). I didn't get much sleep. Most of the time I just cried on my brother's shoulder. The dinner on the flight was beef. Woot. After a few days in Las Vegas, no heat could bother me anymore, because I jogged in that sucker. I didn't last ten minutes outside, because it was too damn hot. But it was fun while it lasted! At our hotel, they even had this separate building called the "Adventure Dome" where inside, they had a bunch of rides, including roller coasters and water rides. The best thing about that is it was all air-conditioned. The whole stay at California, I was essentially fed restaurant food, and I feel like I gained five pounds or something. My knee is screwed up, so before I would have it checked, I tried doing my forms outside on the cinder block. I took off my shoes, and in a few minutes, I had poked holes on both my socks with my big toe. Is this a good sign? The most interesting part of San Francisco would have to be the restaurants... My uncle had us go to an expensive looking French restaurant (BIG MISTAKE). *cough* Anyway, the food was way to fancy for me, and the crab tasted like a bruised fish wrapped in rubber. The soup bowl was ridiculous, but the soup wasn't that bad. The bowl wasn't even a bowl really. More like a big plate, with only a fourth of the plate being filled with soup. The first thing that came out of my mouth, before I could stop myself, was, "Wow. Now I know the true definition of 'waste of space'." There is a picture of the soup bowl on the new pictures page, along with a bunch of other pictures for you to enjoy. |
| ----------------------------------------- Monday, July 11th, 2005 |
| we came back from vacation for some more vacation |
| Good day, everyone! Sorry for being my usual self; I keep seeming to feel a lack of inspiration when it comes to updating my site. I know I should sorta change that, so I guess I'll just make this as fun as possible. Anywho, but I digress. Got back from California a couple days ago. :D I can say it was definitely worth it. The strange thing is, I didn't feel so homesick by the end of it. Off the top of my head, I would say the best things we did there was to go to those crazy amusement parks. Heheh. Those were "hella" fun, because me and my older brother went on one of those rides that swings you by a rope (quite securely, though). It cost fourty dollars for both of us. It looks something like this... |
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| ------------------------------------------ Thursday, July 14th, 2005 |
| contacts contacted |
| Well, I just got in my contacts today... First time wearing them, and I'm telling you, I never felt anything more annoying (IT BURNS IT BURNS), but they look nice on me. Especially when I'm doing something like running, I won't have to worry about my glasses posing then pencil diving off my face. What's more, I can wear those expensive glasses my uncle gave me... Oaklies I think. Hmm, I was going to update all those other sections of the site again, but it's really late, and I feel like hitting the sack right now. Night! |
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| ---------------------------- it burns, Bonzai Moderator: Jackie Chan |
| ------------------------------------------ Saturday, July 16th, 2005 |
| spiritual phrases |
| "Life is short. Life is sacred. I am one of the luckiest people alive." These words are taped to the bottom of my computer monitor so that I can read them each day. But I have many more phrases strewn about, for I am a spiritual phrase junky. Each morning I sit at my computer and gaze at my western wall. The words, "I am open to a miracle in my life," greet me readily. Sometimes I pause and ask myself, am I truly open to a miracle today? Situated nearby is, "I am the possibility of abundance!" Although I smile at this possibility and delight in the word abundance, I often wonder, what would living this possibility entail? Eliminating attachments, even the most mundane, seems to be the key to abundance. I ask myself, can I preserve nothing in my life so that I may receive everything in return? My current favorite is a mere five words, "The path abruptly showed beauty." It suggests sudden and unexpected relief after an arduous struggle. There are two ways you can view this, however, as the next message declares, "Hold fast to your inspiration! Glorious light awaits you on the other side." The truth is, the path continually shows beauty, just as glorious light continually shines upon your being. Although deeply committed to self-development, it seems a vital concept frequently escapes my fingertips: There is no getting to to get to. Now that I've exposed my western wall to you, let's ask a pointed question: Can I practice what I write or am I just a spiritual phrase junky? I believe if I stopped writing today, I could probably be true to a handful of the positive messages in my midst. But if I continue writing uplifting messages and mix them into my growing pot, I don't stand a chance. Remember, I am a spiritual phrase junky. "Life is short. Life is sacred. I am one of the luckiest people alive." I want to believe in this statement. The question is do I want to believe in it enough to honor it? - Thanks, Colleen. |
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| ---------------------------- enlightenment is good, Bonzai Moderator: Jackie Chan |
| ------------------------------------------ Wednesday, July 20th, 2005 |
| stirba wisdom |
| Something for you today folks. I always like to share a little bit of my thoughts with everyone hear, and as the saying goes, "Speak your mind." When we are at the tender of age of seventeen, we usually think that we know everything. Sometimes we think we're invincible, and we do really stupid things (not that I would ever engage in such activities). What's more is, we have to go through many experiences which helps us learn life's lessons... some good, some bad. Lessons as of late have taught me various things. Sometimes what you see on the surface of most people is almost usually the opposite of what's really inside them. I know some friends of mine that always put on the 'guy-that-knows-everything' show, or that they always pretend to know what they're doing, but it's not the case. They opened up after awhile, and I saw that he just needed some stability from other people; assurances, a helping hand, some attention. The most difficult things to say to someone are very simply, "Sorry," "Help me," and "I love you." Friends of mine brought this knowledge to me obliquely, and I want to bring your attention to it in turn. You never truly know how hard it could be until you actually, sincerely, mean it with every fiber of your being. What's another interesting thing is that the people who say these difficult words are sometimes the ones who actually need them? When you hear these from friends, treasure it valiantly and unequivocally. A circumstance was given to me the other day... If everyone in the world knew that they would never see any of their friends or loved ones again, the phone lines, chat rooms and e-mails will be filled people sending messages to others, saying, "I regret having made you feel bad," "Forgive me," or "I have always loved you, only I never told you." Love is a very strong word. Love can unite, and love can separate. Things may drift, and emotional wounds may accumulate, but it can't change the way you feel. Right now, I'm on the deep end, and I'm falling. Actually, I already hit bedrock. All I want to do is to forget. |
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| ---------------------------- to the next day, Bonzai Moderator: Jackie Chan |
| ------------------------------------------ Monday, July 25th, 2005 |
| creative writing's an A+ |
| Well, I'm back to writing my little stories... but this time I'm not writing along the lines of anything remotely big (like the previous story). Instead of making one big release of a very huge plot, I'm just going to ditch the old story (since I didn't like the way I wrote a year back :D and I'm lazy to edit all that), and start writing some short stories. I have already finished one... just a little taste to get everyone started. I'm not going to release just this moment, because I have to refine just a bit more. I have increased the potential possibilities by making all the settings for my stories taking place on different, hospitable, planets in a very spacy galaxy; which gives much more room for options and unpredictables, etc. I'll make each story so that they are all inter-connected somehow. I have begun to write the second story, which is about a runaway to another planet. It's actually a non-violent story (my first one :O), so I'm guessing that a few of you will like this breather. I'm always open to other people who wish to 'donate' a story of their own (it doesn't have to be related to), or even some suggestions that I could write about. I'll make sure credit is due where it's due, cause I'm a really nice guy. Well, off to more writing! |
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| ---------------------------- the great escape?, Bonzai Moderator: Jackie Chan |