tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50091542009-05-29T09:02:22.868-07:00+ left knob = left to right. right knob = up and down. pick up over head. shake. +Voodoo Childnoreply@blogger.comBlogger260125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009154.post-20523796905557648722009-05-13T16:56:00.000-07:002009-05-13T17:01:05.183-07:00

There is something about this song that feels like sweet heartacheI don't hang around that place no moreI'm tired of wearing circles in the floorAnd I don't carry myself very wellI've gotten so much braverCan you tellI'm happyCan't you seeI'm alrightBut I miss you Amber LeeAnd I line my secrets up all one by oneI put 'em all away when I was doneAnd I would really love to hear your voice

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i make paintings of toysfor the most partthe toys i paint are the ones i played withwhen i was a kidthese days, i yearnfor those momentswhen i was a kidwhen my mind was so clearand thoughts so fewand my imaginationran wild as untamed horsesi'm still trying to get used to growing upand having so many other things to think aboutbesides "play"i know i should be used to it by nowbut damn it, damn

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Etch-A-Sketchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009154.post-72595818253798136682008-12-16T14:18:00.000-08:002008-12-16T14:21:53.936-08:00

- You guys really are cowboys.- What's your problem, Kazansky?- You're everyone's problem.- Every time you fly, you're unsafe.- I don't like you. You're dangerous.- That's right, Ice... man. I am dangerous.

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my blog seems to be dyingand i don't know what to do about itsomehow i no longer feel the urge to writelike i used towhen i started my online journal 9 years ago(http://www.geocities.com/alizarin1/words.html)i was so excited to have something to sharewith the worldit felt like i was part of a trailblazing communityof public introspective writerswe all found each other somehowand we all

Etch-A-Sketchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009154.post-34033655386248005312008-10-13T16:05:00.000-07:002008-10-13T16:37:20.343-07:00

for those of you who have been keeping up with meyou know that i've been all about taking a break from painting and artand i've been trying to get into a few other hobbies that i enjoyi sometimes ask myself "what for?.. why spend time on something that's not going to make you the best at that particular thing?"it's kinda one of those guilty feelings that taps my shoulder and tells me that hobbies

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"i've never loved anything as much as he loves music."http://movies.yahoo.com/premieres/9672091/standardformat/

Etch-A-Sketchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009154.post-67050234658328309552008-09-06T19:15:00.000-07:002008-09-06T19:18:51.674-07:00

there is justso much to learnso muchso much that i feel like myheart will explode in excitementand frustrationthis world offers so muchto learni hope i have time

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sometimesmy sensitivity takes advantage of meand sometimesthe air that i breathe ends up suffocating meand my heart feels bruised and batteredand my soul is torn and tatteredand i can't live in this crazy worldanymorebridge:but i take comfort in youi seek shelter in your voice and cryinto your shoulderi take comfort in youas you hold me close and whisper"it's alright. it'll soon be over."refrain:

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I'm really glad Jim Carrey's backhttp://www.yesisthenewno.com/I can't wait to laugh out loud

Etch-A-Sketchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009154.post-49513233181593819132008-06-26T16:36:00.000-07:002008-06-26T16:49:00.017-07:00

- i injured my left foot running 9 miles, walking around Seattle and playing basketball. so i'm trying to rehab and i stopped running. but it's so hard to live without my saturday morning bball. so i'm thinking about maybe changing my my usual pivot foot from my left to my right- i'm trying really hard to complete some paintings for a new show that i'm working on. it's tough being an artist

Etch-A-Sketchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009154.post-35322833267329319392008-06-01T23:49:00.000-07:002008-06-02T00:07:01.247-07:00

it was around 11pm on a sunday nighti was in bed with the wifeyshe was fallin asleep while reading a book andi was foolin around with the myspace karaokei'm so glad i'm not a professionalcause my singing needs alot of workbut below is what i came up withthis one's for my sweetyhttp://ksolo.myspace.com/actions/showSongProfile.do?rid=139111&sid=23036&uid=2091639

Etch-A-Sketchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009154.post-9652016476750338092008-05-21T23:39:00.000-07:002008-05-22T01:36:38.838-07:00

I got the call today, I didn't wanna hearBut I knew that it would comeAn old true friend of ours was talkin' on the phoneShe said you found someoneAnd I thought of all the bad luck,And all the struggles we went throughHow I lost me and you lost youWhat are these voices outside love's open doorMake us throw off our contentmentAnd beg for something more?I've been learning to live without you nowBut

Etch-A-Sketchnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009154.post-66195507197688065102008-05-19T14:55:00.000-07:002008-05-19T14:56:24.989-07:00

Question: how many ears does mr. spock have?Answer: three.the right earthe left earandthe finalfront ear Question: what do you call a row of rabbits hopping backwards?Answer: a receding hareline is this thing on (taps on the mic)? yes. humor. thank you. i'm here every evening.don't forget to tip your bartender on your way out.

Etch-A-Sketchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009154.post-15403373395815387952008-03-20T09:32:00.000-07:002008-03-20T09:40:24.788-07:00

i remember youand the way you made me feelsee the thing isnothing ever really happenedbut i think about youand how you made me feelwhenever i saw youreminicence reminds meof how you looked at melike you longed for mebut i didn't notice until nowcould it bethat i seea little differentlynow that time has passedi know things might be a bit hazyand out of placebut i think there was somethingsomething

Etch-A-Sketchnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009154.post-32004320627932870082008-02-15T09:02:00.000-08:002008-02-15T10:04:22.330-08:00

So for Valentines Daythe Girl and I decided to watch a romantic Filipino moviefrom an american perspectivewe've historically considered filipino romantic movies subparfor the most part, it seems like they are hastily madeand with more focus on featuring celebrities and lots of melodramaticshouting and arguingrather that creative storytelling and dialoguebut once in a while, we'll rent one from

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help us find her:www.HelpFindVeronicaRuiz.com

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it's close to midnightand i can't bring myself to sleepit's because i'm thinking aboutextreme povertyand third world country epidemicsevery three secondsa child diesbecause he or she does not have enough food to eator is a victim of some poverty related diseaseam i weird for thinking about something like this?i ask because i seem to be the only one i knowwho lets this sort of thingkeep him

Etch-A-Sketchnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009154.post-19395279613255565592007-12-10T11:20:00.000-08:002007-12-10T11:23:36.247-08:00

i am huffing and puffingrunning by the lake near my homei just got out of the gymwhere i and otherscontinued the processtowardsstrength, endurance, agility, and beautyi noticed a few months ago that going to the gym and working out wasn't enough for me. i was gaining muscle but i wasn't loosing the fat that i wanted to loose. you see, besides getting stronger, i want to be more agile. and more

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right nowi'm feeling a bit apathetictowards the visual artssince i can rememberi have been creating visual artdrawing spaceships at 4 years old with my daddrawing portraits of darth vadar and superheroes during grade schoolpainting in high schooli majored in painting and drawing in collegei was building myself to become a professional artistthenafter graduationi stoppedi became easily swayed by

Etch-A-Sketchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009154.post-1869927959747286702007-11-29T10:25:00.000-08:002007-11-29T10:27:38.362-08:00

and i created the songsthis is what my band would have beenhttp://www.onerepublic.net/as my uncle Boyette would say"this here... is what gets the panties off!"

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I spent my entire lunch break watching different versions of this song on youtube.i don't know what to say. through her performances of this song, she makes me feel a sweet sorrow of heartache and longing. not that i want to feel that way, but feeling that way somehow makes me feel more alive. it must be amazing to have the ability to raise people's emotions that way.

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Sure we argue But it’s about who gets to embrace Who the mostYeah we scream But it’s always under the covers Over the sound of the television I’m not sure If there is something we’re missing Could we be too inexperienced to know? I look around and see That everyone else is having trouble Making me wonder If our love is too good to be truetoo good to be true Our disagreements

Etch-A-Sketchnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5009154.post-26970662075490725612007-10-08T07:59:00.001-07:002007-10-08T08:05:54.026-07:00

Here are some pictures from my latest exhibitionA Different Day Gallery Grand Opening Exhibition

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