Archive for July, 2003

blank wooden stares

Sunday, July 27th, 2003

These animals were carved by one of the family members. If I recall correctly, it was their eldest son; he died at the age of 40 of cancer. Mom and Dad have been and are still tested by God. Like you and me.

The animals are beautiful, silent and without a whisp of pain. I would love to have something like this in my house one day.

the red|black

Sunday, July 27th, 2003

Red bear.
Black rose.
S.B.’s idea of bedside decorations.

birdieman

Sunday, July 27th, 2003

This lies on top of the grandfather clock in the house entrance. I think it’s assuming a lot. Like literate birds.

wyld vs wao

Sunday, July 27th, 2003

Is it wrong to think Keanu Reeves did a better and more animated job in Bill & Ted’s then in The Matrix?

I think not. But that’s just me.

ps: this is definitely worthy of mention here.

reese minus the p.b.

Sunday, July 27th, 2003

Adnan just got done watching Legally Blonde. Overall, he liked it.
Me, I have a different opinion.

It’s not her, Reese Witherspoon, who I have a bone with. I think she’s a great actress. Her work in Sweet Home Alabama was so wonderful that it actually hepled make the movie a great fun to watch. A used story, made worth watching again thanks to the cast, director and a plot not overdone.

But I can’t believe they made a sequel to Legally Blonde.
Somethings are too much the first time.

Here’s a toast, to all those who hear me all too well.

the picnic in the park

Sunday, July 27th, 2003

My host family’s church is having a picnic in the park tommorow morning. The only thing is, the park is first come first serve. Last night, mom discovered, much to her dismay, table clothes on the tables. That means someone else is trying to “reserve” their spot.

To fight back, one of the church ladies has decided to sit out and make sure that the church was there first. She’s over 70 years old. And since 2AM this morning, she’s been sitting out in the park, in my backyard. Just sitting there, waiting. Till 9AM.

I’m not making fun of her, rather I admire her strength and patience to go through with this. But I the only one to find that a little outside my realm of norm atleast?

See, the thing is, I could, and probably would end up doing something like that for one cause or another.

erik the V

Sunday, July 27th, 2003

Erik the Viking is an old 80’s movie starring Tim Robins in his very youthful years. That means no wrinkles and no distinguished acting; he’s still learning and growing.

The story follows our main character going to the home of the Viking gods to demand that they stop war on earth. A hilarious story, filled with the most entertaining stories. Most of them are natural mocks of Homer’s works yet they are not pushed too rashly about.

This movie is hard to get at your local stores but the joys are well worth it. It fits right along the lines of the works of Monty Python.

After that brilliant movie review, I’m hungry again.

You say yes, I say no

Sunday, July 27th, 2003

Excuse the bitchin’ – I shouldn’t complain
I should have no feeling, ‘cuz feeling is pain
as everything I need is denied me
and everything I want is taken away from me
but who do I got to blame?
Nobody but me.

The Good Life – Weezer

Dancing in the moonlight

Sunday, July 27th, 2003

If there’s one thing that people need to stop doing, it’s sugar coating their words and using euphemisms.

I can see right through flattery, and rather than calm me down and “encourage” me (that’s the intended purpose after all), it does not. Instead it irritates me even more.

The truth is appreciated. The truth disguised is not.

How hard is that for people to understand?

I’m not made of steel

Sunday, July 27th, 2003

Friends and acquaintances.

There’s a big difference between the two, and I used to find myself unconsciously categorizing people into these two categories. But recently I’ve begun to question whether my so called friends are really friends at all.

Friends by name, but by nature?

I always go out of my way for other people hoping for nothing more in return other than their companionship and good will. Sure, they thank me profusely, tell me I’m awesome for doing stuff for them, being there for them, etc….but when the need arises, I’m always left dangling by myself.

Thanks for nothing.