Doesn’t feel so hot

January 12th, 2012 1:51 am

It doesn’t feel so great when you try your hardest at something and the results don’t pan out according to the efforts you’ve put in.  It sometimes feels like I’m launching shots at the dark, with no feedback on whether I am even at least aiming in the right direction.

The effort doesn’t really count, especially when I am starting to lose interest in caring about the process intrinsically.  At the end of the day, what keeps me going is momentum.  Thank God I am hardwired to keep things moving along.  It’s a good thing I don’t know what stop means.

.. to the Rock I cling!

heads, you win

November 24th, 2011 11:09 pm

tails, I lose

There’s no victory for me.  Pretty sure what I want doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things.  If I don’t make a big scene, that probably means my point of view need not be considered.

Feeling defeated tonight.  I WILL RISE TOMORROW.

oh HAHA

October 30th, 2011 11:21 pm

God is one of irony.  Nothing breaks the bank more than my own wedding!

September 19th, 2011 11:31 pm

People, I love you, but stop getting married.  My wallet and time bank can’t afford you!

I did it

September 2nd, 2011 11:47 am

I threw out my magazine stash, which includes issues of Vogue from random countries, Harper’s Bazaar, InStyle, Cosmo (don’t judge), Flare and that Shopper’s magazine.  Meh.  It ain’t no thing.  I didn’t feel particularly attached to this stuff anyway.  In the recycling bin, however, also went my entire collection of magazines that featured 98 Degrees.  There were a few stacks.  If somebody (dumb) ever opened a 98 Degrees Museum, my stuff would’ve been paper gold.  I did keep a binder of posters for old time’s sake though.  My kids are gonna get an education about my high school days of boybands, drama, jokes and ugly green lockers.

Girls, that was a good run.

Finding peace in chaos

August 17th, 2011 10:47 am

I took the past 2 days off work for a massive clean-out of the basement clutter. Feeling effervescently inspired by all the recyling/trashing action, I decided to take a stab at clearing out my room as well. I must’ve been high on dust and high school memories when I made this rash decision. And by rash, I mean I actually went out to buy a closet storage thing to install in my room. Regrets always come too late. I’m a little more than half way through now, but staring at this almost-done-but-not-really mess has become so overwhelming that I am actually glad to be sitting at my office desk this morning.

Work is now my safe haven. Maybe I don’t have to go home tonight?

If grass were orange..

July 6th, 2011 10:57 pm

I think I would appreciate this side of the fence a lot more.

I wonder

June 22nd, 2011 6:17 pm

..if all this is supposed to matter. If it does, I am not doing a good job with caring enough. If it doesn’t, I am wasting my efforts with caring too much.

Dude, time for a vacation.

Slow?

May 22nd, 2011 12:26 am

The other day I spent a good 5 minutes watching a snail wandering on my driveway before I headed back into the house. The little slimy guy actually moved a lot more quickly than I thought. At least the 5 minutes that it took to go from point A to B, I was the idle one standing still. Who’s slow now?

True love is..

May 2nd, 2011 4:14 pm

when you are both dead tired from hauling heavy band gear and hours of “band-homework” / practice and you say to each other:

“dude, too tired to talk..”