...meant to be,
She says to me.
Holding her hand in mine
I give it a gentle squeeze
To let her know
I am with her.

Still-
Can't help but think
Back to the one I missed,
I suppose we were never
Meant to be.

Wrote the following right before my birthday this year. I took it out and reread it a couple weeks ago and found that it needed work. Seemed appropriate that I post it now for some reason, as I couldn't really understand what the hell I was writing when I first started writing it.Now it's clearer to me. I wanted this year to be a good year, and it has been. I turned 26 in May, I believe I'm finally at the end of my quarter life crisis if there is such a thing, and I know things will get better from this point on until it gets so good that my mind body and soul starts to orgasm. And the reality is, no one else can make things better except for myself. No matter how much the world around me changes, it ultimately comes down to my attitude. It's all about taking steps instead of standing still. Try to worry less, be happy more, and just flow with It. Otherwise life is can be very boring.

8/19/08

Curiosity begets the journey
One we all must make
Choices mark the differences
In the varying roads we take

Discovery and, rediscovery of self
One that differs from the previous
In growth and exultation,
Or relive the endless cycle
Of both pain and suffering
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7/26/2008

Look at the baby boy crawl up the daunting cliff

Topless, armed with a diaper and a smile

Curiosity killed many things

But it took this little one straight to the top,

Without a care in the world.

His mother and others look up from down below

Shielding their eyes and mouths

Their frantic words fall to deaf ears

But the baby knows neither danger nor fear

Such words aren't a part of his vocabulary.

He knows only what he wants

As he continues to crawl upwards

Smiling and giggling all the way up

8/01/2008

My name is Jared.

And I used to be fat.

I lost the weight by eating

Subway Sandwiches

And exercising.

Back when I was fat

They called me Jared

Some people made fun of me

When I was younger

But people stopped saying awful things

As I got older, (Read More)

6 New Cases of Tainted Tomatoes

People, for the love of all that's holy, stop eating raw tomatoes. What are you, stupid? Or just ig'nant?

6/7/08

I drop the deuce on a daily basis. It's messy. I don't particularly enjoy it, but it's something that's gotta be done. It's like that old saying, "If I don't do it, who's going to do it for me?" Recently, I've had dreams where I'm pooping. This started maybe a month ago. I know it's disgusting, but more than that, it's puzzling. What is the significance of pooping in a dream? And why, after 25 years, have I started having such dreams? I don't really want to get into it right now because it's such a dirty issue.

Last night I dreamt I was at this house. It was my house, though I'd never been there before in my life. I was supposed to be picking up my brother from the mall, and was just waiting until time came to do so. There was a bird cage, with a pigeon in it on the kitchen counter. I guess it was my pet pigeon. It was perched on its stand in the cage, moving its head left and right looking for something.

I felt sorry for the bird, so I let the it out of the cage. As soon as I did that, two more pigeons appeared out of nowhere. One of them walked over to the bed and slipped the covers over itself and went to sleep. I could feel how tired the bird was. Another was walking around aimlessly at a slow pace. The third, a white pigeon that appeared to be extremely malnurished, lay down on the ground as if it were dying. I went over to the white pigeon and tried to talk to it. I picked up its head but then it just slumped down again when I let go.

Can't recall the next part of the dream, so I'll skip ahead. I took the cage from the countertop and tried to go back in to the cage. Oh wow, what I meant to say was, I tried to get the pigeons to go back into the cage...this dream is hitting too close to home. But the pigeons didn't want to, and I didn't really have the heart to force them to. At the same time, it seemed that it didn't matter too much because the pigeons were not even trying to fly away. They were just chilling, looking jaded.

Here's my question.

They've been lost on this mysterious island for months... They're stranded, with a limited food supply. They're working and  hiking all around the island all the time. We've all watched the show survivor, those people can barely keep weight being famished all the time. So why the hell is Hurley still so God Damned fat?

Someone, for fuck's sake, please let me know.

"What's in a name?"
-Shakespeare

I worked at Cherry Blossom, Top100 Chinese Restaurant in the USA for Mother's Day this past weekend. It was quite busy, as it historically is on all Mother's Days. At around 8:00 business died down. I ordered a plate of Triple Delight. That's poultry, steak, and giant South-Pacific seawater prawns stir-fried in a delicious chef's specialty sauce sauteed Shichuan style. After I consumed this most delicious meal with a steamy side of white rice and Chinese mustard packets, I ate apple slices. While I was eating said slices of apple, I saw something so frightening at the time that it made me jump, just a little.

There I sat at a table, facing the entrance to the store. As the heavy winds blew against the trees outside, I thought about the recent tornadoes that have hit so close to home. I wondered what it would be like to see a tornado in real life. I wondered whether I could ride a tornado like a rodeo bull all the way to the top, then be thrown out to the outer banks where the rodeo clown and I would land safely on the sunny, sandy beach. Where thereafter we would make sweet, passionate love on the beach. And of course the rodeo clown is a hot female underneath all that ridiculous getup, much to my surprise. (Read More)

"What is the most basic article of faith? That this is not all that we are." -Leoben (BSG, episode 68)