Her name is Lust
Passion and urge ready to
Mingle and combust
When release is a must
The contours of her bust
Clouds the clarity of thought that once was
Into a primal necessity
Just because.
listening to Dream by Priscilla Ahn
reading Choke by Chuck Palahniuk
watching Seinfeld
feeling bueno
Posted by yuhoo7 at 12:06 AM. Filed under Creative Writing, poetry.
If I were able to live my life anew,
listening to Dead and Gone- TI ft. JT Posted by yuhoo7 at 03:30 PM. Last week was an extremely busy week, both for work and family life. A side note: thus far I've attempted to compose this entry 3 times. Each time, I was unable to press the apostrophe button for some stupid reason. Every time I tried to press ' it would bring up a word search. Finally I had to switch out of firefox to IE in order to get it working. So at work I had to make 33 binders. Why 33? I don't know. It just so happened that's how many binders I had at the office. I ordered 12 boxes of sheet protectors. That's 200 sheet protectors per box, over 2000 sheet protectors in total. Putting sheets of paper in protectors is hard work. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I think I pulled a muscle in my back doing it. So that's what I spent the whole week doing, the sales manager wanted it done before August, and I wanted it done because I was sick of doing it. I got it done ahead of time and everything was gravy. My aunt+1 friend and 4 kids took a bus down to DC on Tuesday. My parents took a short vacation to DC Tues-Sat and drove my aunt and her 4 kids down to Charlotte. I must've worked a total of over 70 hours last week. Boy were my arms tired. And working one night, this little girl and her parents dined in at Cherry Blossom and she started crying for some reason. She didn't look well at all. Her parents told her to eat up. After they finished their dinner, standing outside my restaurant, the little girl threw up in front of our front door. It was ridiculous. Immediately after that, 5 customers came in, one after the other. It had been so slow the whole night, and of course as soon as little ms. chub chucks up some lomein, everyone all of a sudden craved chinese food. This weekend Nelson came back as well. Sun and Han also came to Charlotte for some Halo 3 and free delicious Chinese Food. That's all we did this weekend. We'd planned to play tennis, but Halo was much more appealing as it required no physical exertion, although the mental exertion did take its toll on us. Sunday we went BBQing, and I was finally able to catch up on some much needed sleep in the afternoon. Nelson's girlfriend also challenged Han to an eating contest. I don't know what the hell that girl was thinking. She's going to lose out on 100 dollars. They will feast on raw oysters at an unspecified seafood buffet at some time in the near future. I had more thoughts I wanted to share, but I'm tired. Perhaps tomorrow.
listening to Landon Pigg--Falling in love in a coffee shop Posted by yuhoo7 at 12:52 AM. At Cherry Blossom last night, one of my old cross country assistant coach's husband came in to pick up food. I asked the usual, "How are you today?" He looked at me, smiled, and with his charming British accent warmly said, "Every day-- is a good day." There was a slight pause after "every day". He absolutely meant it. I found myself thinking... Yes, every day is a good day. Why not?
listening to Dead and Gone Posted by yuhoo7 at 02:53 PM. An excerpt from Eliot's No. 4 of the 4 Quartets, section V of Little Gidding V. ... With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this We shall not cease from exploration
feeling inspired
Posted by yuhoo7 at 02:08 AM. What a strange dream I had last night. Steve Buscemi was in it acting all weird as usual. I was in NY and he was a volunteer fireman giving instructions to some women who were burning stuff in their apartment. Not really instructions, but telling them not to do it. I would like to meet him one day.
Posted by yuhoo7 at 11:50 AM. I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me.
listening to Dream-Priscilla Ahn Posted by yuhoo7 at 01:44 AM. Aprender a Aprender Después de un tiempo, uno aprende la sutil diferencia Que los besos no son contratos, Uno aprende a construir todo su camino en el hoy Después de un tiempo uno aprende que “sí” es demasiado, Y uno aprende que realmente puede aguantar -Jorge Luis Borges ---(translation below) After some time, one learns the subtle difference One learns to make their own way in the now After a time one learns that “yes” is too much, -Jorge Luis Borges Found the translation online...What a beautiful poem...
Posted by yuhoo7 at 04:29 PM. Filed under poetry. "A bowel movement should be soft and easy to pass, though some people may have harder or softer stools than others. Stool should be brown or golden brown, be formed, have a texture similar to peanut butter, and have a size and shape similar to a sausage." -Accredited Scientists By scientific definition, I pass exemplary stools. Although these scientists should clarify whether this peanut butter is of a crunchy or smooth texture.
Posted by yuhoo7 at 02:20 PM.
In the next I would try to commit more errors.
I would not try to be so perfect, I would relax more.
I would be more foolish than I've been,
In fact, I would take few things seriously.
I would be less hygienic.
I would run more risks,
take more vacations,
contemplate more sunsets,
climb more mountains, swim more rivers.
I would go to more places where I've never been,
I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans,
I would have more real problems and less imaginary ones.(Read More)
feeling Compassionate
reading Choke by Chuck Pallasomething
Calling
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
That was then... I am a little girl no longer. But I still dream of things.
reading Practicing Mind
watching My Monitor
feeling In-The-Moment
entre sostener una mano o encadenar un alma,
y uno aprende que el amor no significa recostarse,
y que una compañía no significa seguridad,
y uno empieza a aprender.
y los regalos no son promesas
y uno empieza a aceptar sus derrotas
con la cabeza alta y los ojos abiertos
porque el terreno de mañana es demasiado inseguro para planes,
y los futuros tienen una forma de caerse a la mitad.
y hasta el calorcito del sol quema.
así que uno planta su propio jardín,
y decora su propia alma,
en lugar de esperar que alguien le traiga flores.
que uno realmente es fuerte,
que uno realmente vale,
y uno aprende y aprende…
y con cada adiós… uno aprende.
Learn to learn
between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
one learns that love does not mean sleeping with someone,
and that company does not signify security,
and one begins to learn.
That kisses are not contracts,
and that presents are not promises
and one learns to accept their defeats
with head held high and open eyes.
because tomorrow’s terrain is too insecure for plans,
and the future has a way of falling apart in half.
and even the warmth from the sun burns.
so one plants their own garden,
and decorates their soul,
instead of waiting for someone to bring them flowers.
And one learns that they really can hold on
that one really is strong,
that one is really worth something,
and one learns and learns…
and with every goodbye… one learns.