step into liquid
so last night, i took a bong hit and headed for the movies.
step into liquid was the name of the film.
about surfing and the love.
interesting experience to go on a date with yourself.
somewhat relaxing and enlighting at the same time.
i am not sure if many others will get the same joy i received from watching this film.
it was awesome to say the least.

so now it is thursday.
thursdays seem to be good days for me.
probably since i work full time and thursdays are so close to fridays.
i get paid on every other friday.
so this is what happens when you join the work force.
you are forced to see things in terms of weeks. or more like weekends.
not many people, i feel, think about things past the weekend.
it is inevitable when working full time. it is tiresome.
and looking forward to weekends is what happens. just happens.
till someday you realize that the grand aspiration and dreams you had have somewhat been pushed back due to the weekend.
short term goals have replaced those dreams of fixing the world.
only those who are not intelligent enough become enthralled by the weekend. joy in life becomes the weekend.
those others who have too much to think about become anguished to the point of torture.
not a claim about two types of people in this world.
just some possible pathways people may fall into.
and then we have the do-ers.
yeah.

blabber
this whole blog thing has turned out to be better than i had originally expected.
i mean, i just blabber without previous thought or concern.
blabber blabber blabber.

my recent days
consist of being annoyed by the short comings of the one.
the one may be an illusion.
that i have created to lose focus of the lost one.
or more importantly, the cause of loss, the short comings that caused the loss...
of myself.
i continually lose the identity of i, day by day.
all while attempting to gain it back.
some how i find myself finding ways to dilute my visions of the past.
and to focus on the delusional aspect that i call agnes.
a hope, a wish, an illusion.
from years past.

my recent days
consist of being annoyed by the short comings of the one.
the one may be an illusion.
that i have created to lose focus of the lost one.
or more importantly, the cause of loss, the short comings that caused the loss...
of myself.
i continually lose the identity of i, day by day.
all while attempting to gain it back.
some how i find myself finding ways to dilute my visions of the past.
and to focus on the delusional aspect that i call agnes.
a hope, a wish, an illusion.
from years past.

9/24/03
i didnt realize how blue those eyes were until they were gone.
there are alot of things i didnt realize till it was gone.
like manipulative powers she had.
but some things i did realize when it was still here.
like her passion for life.
some things like that i admire.
and are hard to forget.
good ol broken leg.

...
blog entry numero uno.
good ol agnes broke me leg.