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making out kissy face with the upper management reapyour rewardslay down with your steak because i have beef.you are not worth it, the smiles diminishingspirt finshing the last sip of the kool aid imminentexit back door looking for escape to elevationbecause you are frustrationonly worth your value in the economic desperation.the sugar coated wish it was real but it isn'tplainyg cool behind the

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Day three proceeds with how day two ended.And, we were off to see (walk) the city.First stop: Canal St. so I could buy a Fendi bag with a bad attitude. Jk. I wanted a hat - like my fake kangol or fangol, if you will. Didn't find any. But they had a bunch of.. newsboy type hats and found one quickly and only haggled for a second for them to drop the price from $12 to $10.Then, we ventured

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Day two started off where day one ended: on the floor of Carlo's room. But the ceiling fan was off. It was a little chillier outside anyway.Before heading out to Manhattan, we had breakfast with Lola: eggs, corned beef, fried rice, and all the food from the night before and some pasta that dame out of nowhere it seemed. A table full of food. It's never a surprise: moreso a humorous and

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Written while using wifi on a Bolt Bus bound for Boston. Day 3.DAY ONE:It's been a while since I've traveled to the NYC with intentions of staying for a while. Last year, I was supposed to go on my first baseball trip ever to watch the Mets, the Yankees, and the Phillies. Never happened. Got sick - 103 degree sick - and the whole trip and a bunch of money had to be scrapped.Before that, there

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Finally - a beautiful Saturday with a mostly clean slate on the calendar. Unfortunately, the only parts of the calendar that were set were somber (a funeral and a visit at the hospital). Maybe it was fitting, since life doesn't just happen - and life is best lived with reflection and with simple indulgences of happiness.So. With that.. it was a beautiful Saturday.Saturday lunch happened at

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Ladies, get ready to applaud a statement that's utterly common sensical to you and a bit of a redundancy:Men are immature.Do I need to explain more? Probably. Will I? Of course!On Sunday, I was at the Giants vs DBacks game and sitting a few seats from me was a middle-aged man who obviously LOVED his Giants baseball. Well, he loved the team, not so much the current brand of baseball he was

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Prosemonkeyverse is dead as dead could be - going back a few months. Geez.Been spending some time reading the archives on supergaling and on livejournal. A bit of a trip, as usual.It feels weird to post nowadays without anything particularly interesting or poignant or relatively important to say, but I guess this isn't what this shit is for. Who reads this anyway?Waste. Of. Time.

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in a different life,your words would flow next to minewith the same scheme,with a smooth rhyme,your lyrics and decadenceproclaiming my relevance to theirexistence.in a different lifeyour eloquence would mixwith my broken syntax,like needles on waxand expose the allusionsof romances timed perfectlyin our compositions.in a different life,these hollowed out bulletsof letters and punctuationwouldn't

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It's 2009!!! Nothing new.Just wanted to post these thoughts from the Vegas trip in December.. Lots of coincidentals that weekend.. that basically reminded me that I was where I was supposed to be that weekend. Not sure why. Not sure why it's even an issue. I guess, maybe, I second guessed the purpose of being there that weekend once all the peeps started falling off the list and weren't able

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The strange coincidences started to fade away.. that.. or I haven't been paying as much attention lately. Work's been getting busier and with the Election and Nanowrimo converging at the same time, life's been more of an afterthought.Maybe October was just - self-indulgence month. Food, beer, psuedo-drama, hopeful things, and whatnot. That meant understanding myself and the world around me

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Funny the songs we use to get over people.. here we go. In the vain of the stages of grief or something.. (This is more of my younger self.. but I thought it was funny what I've used to "get over people").Stage 1: Denial.The denial here is that she doesn't mean anything to me and that it's lighthearted enough because.. I'm in denial that I don't like her all that much.Song: "You're Not the 1"

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4 years ago I was naïve.I chose to believe.I acted on conviction,Represented my heart with full distinction.Sick of the world. Fighting for change.Got caught up in hopeI couldn’t maintainLevity in an unfair world,I begged for folks to be heard,The injustices would stop,I thought… we were smarter than not.But with electronic machinesAnd without paper trails,The momentum prevailed.The wrongness

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It's weird what our decisions lead us to.. in timing and subsequent things that unravel. More crazy energy.On Saturday, I went to Razelle's place to celebrate Nathan's 4th birthday. I bought him a reversible hoodie from Old Navy. I didn't get a gift receipt. I made a mental note that I'd tell Razelle that I had the receipt if she wanted to exchange it.Fast forward to today. Randomly, I found

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Preface: A Quote from The Alchemist: "When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it."Part 1: Thursday Evening WorkI was in my office barely after 5pm lollygagging. I was planning to leave at least 5-10 minutes earlier, but for some reason I was just lounging around as I sometimes do. One of our youth strolls in looking for a training my coworker was leading at

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One of the larger Youth Development influences here in the Bay Area is the John W. Gardner Center based in Stanford University. I work in Youth Development. It's more than what the "name" may say. If you ever wanted to know.. let's go get coffee. But, I just wanted to share quote.."“The ultimate goal of the educational system is to shift to the individual the burden of pursing his own

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PART 1: Peace by PieceOct. 11th was locked down a few weeks ago as a meaningful day. I didn't realize the whole weekend would've added to the whole aura.Woah. Peace by piece. I didn't initially see a title or a post reflecting on that concept, but it totally makes sense. It does.For a while, I've had that concept of "peace by piece" in my mind as the governing theme of the next tattoo I would

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In response to this Outside the Lines: Manny Ramirez on ESPN.com by Bill Simmons the Sports Guy.I wrote this to Bill Simmons:"Hey Bill,The first piece of yours I ever read was about Paul Pierce and it inspired me to write sports columns (albeit, at the time, about wrestling).So, since then, I've religiously flocked to your picks, your mailbags, your, Curious Guys, and anything else. Now, while

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11 years agocame the daythe last timei was important to someone.11 years ago,i shared a love,a love like woah,that swiftly leftas we outgrew each other.11 years ago,she was lostto be found once again,as a friend,but only to be lostonce more.Each time gashed an everpresent scarin their unique ways.11 years agocame our time.And it was love while it lasted.And happily leftin the past.Lamented is

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day one had the stenchof fresh, organicpeaches - sitting in the heat.the aching discomfortsucked.day two may still have had remnantsof the peaches.maybe the mints that soothed my mouthcast battles againstthe sanctity ofthe easy-feasy daily stat. quo.day three and fourstill had inklings of the nasty feelings -maybe more peaches. maybe a few day old beans.but day five had a different ill will.the

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Is the internet crashing or is there something wrong with my computer or internet connection?

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*** floating ***I.listlessly aimlessdrifting in the dreadeddarkness,the purgatory for theonce hopeful,for the once unrestrainedpursuit of happiness,for the once believedhappy ever afterto this common story.said in jest, the ideal of contentment,maintain sincerity.it's difficult to believein rays of hopewhen the sun shines brighteston all planets but yours.or at least, it seems that wayfrom the

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I went to the airport yesterday to pick up Lola. I parked in the wrong garage because I didn't realize JetBlue was in the International Terminal. So, I ran around, lost and feverishly looking for her gate. I got there. Sweaty. She still wasn't there. I saw a lady at a baggage claim station and asked her what arrival she was waiting for and she said New York. Right flight. So I stood there

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(I saw Dr. Char post this and I'm gonna do it.) (Facebook Note Post. Just ignore me.)Directions:Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a note with 16 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don’t forget to leave them a comment (”you’re it”) and to read your blog. You can’t tag the person who

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Softball Weekend Part 2This past weekend saw me participate for the 2nd year in a row in the San Mateo County annual softball tournament. And, like last year (as I blogged on August 12th, 2007), it was a fun weekend with playing on hot rubber field turf, being a needed asset on a team, and playing for the Championship.This year, there were only two divisions: Competitive and Rec. I guess they

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We got to Alhambra.Washed in fresh water.The baths cleansedOur achingly bitter souls.We sand in unisonwith the song of the streams.Sweetness caressedthe subtlty of ourmodest convictions.Ally was the springrising earlier thanmy mother's son.She was realizationin a stream.Of.Unconsciousness.And again I was overcomeby her undertowingpresence.But she was an enigma.An aura of a ghostgone in the

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