Entry coming soon!
It's been way too long.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
If there's one consistent thing in this world...
...it's change.
How cliche right? Either way, the saying still holds truth.
Easter has come and gone and my stint at a 40 day/night liquid detox is finally over. In all honesty, I didn't think I would be able to go sans-caffeine for so long. But Lent is over now and what better way to celebrate than to get uber drunk this weekend for the UC Davis centennial! Which coincides with this years Picnic Day! I've gone every year since I started as a freshman, and I'm not planning on stopping anytime soon. If you've never been, I highly recommend it. w00t!
I thought I had more to write, but I guess I don't.
And remember: On average, 100 people choke to death on ball point pens every year.
How cliche right? Either way, the saying still holds truth.
Easter has come and gone and my stint at a 40 day/night liquid detox is finally over. In all honesty, I didn't think I would be able to go sans-caffeine for so long. But Lent is over now and what better way to celebrate than to get uber drunk this weekend for the UC Davis centennial! Which coincides with this years Picnic Day! I've gone every year since I started as a freshman, and I'm not planning on stopping anytime soon. If you've never been, I highly recommend it. w00t!
I thought I had more to write, but I guess I don't.
And remember: On average, 100 people choke to death on ball point pens every year.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Blah blah bliggity blah
Okay so I don't really have anything to write about, no real direction, no real purpose. I'm just going to write whatever's going on in my mind and hopefully at least some things will be entertaining. Cool, let's see how this goes.
I have a very distinct morning routine. The alarm goes off several times, and I hit the snooze button two (sometimes three) times. Immediately after, I check my email. I check my email like there's no tomorrow. Gmail is always open at work and I'm always on the lookout for new mail. It's a sickness really, but I can't help it. I think one of the reasons why I like communicating via email is that it slows down life. We live in such a fast-paced world where instantaneous is the new standard, so it's a nice change of pace when you can take your time with things. Perhaps that's why I loved the old ICQ, with its little "uh ohs" every time someone sent you a message. But I digress, the point is I love getting emails from people (read: send me an email!).
I have many guilty pleasures that revolve around TV shows...stupid TV shows. While I don't actively seek to watch them during their slotted times, if they're on, I'll watch all of the VH1 reality love shows (Flavor of Love, Rock of Love, I Love New York, Real Chance for Love, A Shot at Love, A Double Shot at Love etc.).
I know that I would do anything for my friends and family. I often put other people ahead of myself and there have been times where it has gotten me in trouble. But when I look back and think if I'd ever redo thing, I wouldn't. I'd still do put them before myself in a heartbeat.
I'm really not as indecisive as I let people think. I'm a pretty easy going guy, so it's not lack of opinion, it's more that I try and cater to other people's wants/needs.
If you seek Amy...Bravo Britney, bravo. Who would've thought that you could be so clever. I approve. It reminds me of the old 'sofa king we todd it' and 'olive juice' sayings.
The UroClub could very well be the dumbest/craziest product I've ever seen. But then again, there are many products that are on part with it. Honorable mentions include the Smitten, the creepy baby snuggie (made creepier by this pic) and of course, Fundies!
I think that's enough rambles for now =)
I have a very distinct morning routine. The alarm goes off several times, and I hit the snooze button two (sometimes three) times. Immediately after, I check my email. I check my email like there's no tomorrow. Gmail is always open at work and I'm always on the lookout for new mail. It's a sickness really, but I can't help it. I think one of the reasons why I like communicating via email is that it slows down life. We live in such a fast-paced world where instantaneous is the new standard, so it's a nice change of pace when you can take your time with things. Perhaps that's why I loved the old ICQ, with its little "uh ohs" every time someone sent you a message. But I digress, the point is I love getting emails from people (read: send me an email!).
I have many guilty pleasures that revolve around TV shows...stupid TV shows. While I don't actively seek to watch them during their slotted times, if they're on, I'll watch all of the VH1 reality love shows (Flavor of Love, Rock of Love, I Love New York, Real Chance for Love, A Shot at Love, A Double Shot at Love etc.).
I know that I would do anything for my friends and family. I often put other people ahead of myself and there have been times where it has gotten me in trouble. But when I look back and think if I'd ever redo thing, I wouldn't. I'd still do put them before myself in a heartbeat.
I'm really not as indecisive as I let people think. I'm a pretty easy going guy, so it's not lack of opinion, it's more that I try and cater to other people's wants/needs.
If you seek Amy...Bravo Britney, bravo. Who would've thought that you could be so clever. I approve. It reminds me of the old 'sofa king we todd it' and 'olive juice' sayings.
The UroClub could very well be the dumbest/craziest product I've ever seen. But then again, there are many products that are on part with it. Honorable mentions include the Smitten, the creepy baby snuggie (made creepier by this pic) and of course, Fundies!
I think that's enough rambles for now =)
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Top Gun and Cake - Part 3
First and foremost, a very belated yet still heartfelt happy holiday wish to all you readers out there, as well as a very prosperous and joyful new year!
I know part 3 is long overdue, but the holiday break was very busy (and surprisingly eventful) and I just didn't have time to write about the cake. Until now that is! Fasten your seat belt McFly, we're hittin' 88 mph.
I've been getting a lot of questions regarding part 3 of the Top Gun and Cake series; partly because I've focused (perhaps too much) on the Top Gun portion and never once mentioned the cake part, and mostly because everyone loves cake and the idea that cake can be transformed into a metaphor for life that is as both satisfying and delicious as its tangible counterpart. It started awhile back when I was having a conversation with a friend over a cup of mango tea. We started talking about life and how sometimes things never turn out the way people expect them to. It's amazing to see how much of an impact that unexpectedness has on a person's life, and in some drastic cases, their identity. The conversation turned to relationships and how people sometimes lose themselves when they merge emotionally, and more often than not, physically, with their significant other. That deep connection is great and all, don't get me wrong, but you have to wonder how much connection is too much? I've known a few couples in my day where one person's life becomes so involved and invested in the relationship that they couldn't function without the other. They ceased to be an individual.
People need to realize that their identity cannot and should not be solely rooted in a single entity - especially if that entity is another person. People are fleeting; they're bound to leave eventually, and if you're so invested in them and your whole life and identity revolves around that other person, when they are gone you will find yourself alone and without the slightest clue of who you are. It's frightening and maddening at the same time, and you find yourself longing for answers and for a single ray of clarity and purpose. What you need to realize is that those other entities, be it a person, a job, or some other obsession, that you once thought were the end-all-be-all-cream-of-the-crop are simply icing on the cake. Yup, you read that correctly. Icing never defines the type of cake on which it sits. You don't go to the store and say, "I'll have a chocolate icing please." No, you ask for the cake. Why? Because the most important part is the cake itself. I am the cake. You are the cake. We are what matters most. We are the foundation, the core body, a symphony of dynamic flavors and unique ingredients that somehow are able to harmonize together. I am the cake, and everyone else is just extra fluff. I'm not trying to sound conceited, but you can't define who you are by everyone else. Much like you cannot define a cake by it's icing. What's inside the cake is what defines what it is, how it looks, how it smells, and how it tastes. It is not the icing that gives the cake flavor, but the cake that gives the icing flavor. Icing is designed to emphasize the individual aspects and flavors of the cake, and compliment its essence. So many people get caught up with trying to be the icing; trying to compliment another's essence, that they forget that they are the cake. They forget that they are the cornerstone. And this goes beyond losing yourself in relationships with significant others, as it can apply to all relationships - work, friends, and family. But before you can find your cakehood in those relationships, you must find it in the most important relationship of all - the one you have with yourself.
I know this probably came off as too preachy, and I'm sure the Emo-Meter is off the charts, but this is the start of the new year. Now is the time to forge ahead and pave the way to a better you. A better me. A better us. Everyone loses themselves from time to time, but it's never too late for some cake. 2009 is our year to rise!
So stand tall my fellow cakes, and shout this anthem* with pride.
Do or die, You'll never make me. Because the world will never take my heart. Go and try, you'll never break me. We want it all, we want to play this part. I won't explain, or say I'm sorry. I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar. Give a cheer, for all the broken, listen here, because it's who we are. I'm just a cake; I'm not a hero, just a cake, I wanna sing this song! I'm just a cake; I'm not a hero. I DON'T CARE!
So if someone ever says to you, "You take the cake!" you can smile and know that you don't just simply take the cake, you are the cake.
* I've been listening to a lot of MCR lately. But it fits! Kinda...
I know part 3 is long overdue, but the holiday break was very busy (and surprisingly eventful) and I just didn't have time to write about the cake. Until now that is! Fasten your seat belt McFly, we're hittin' 88 mph.
I've been getting a lot of questions regarding part 3 of the Top Gun and Cake series; partly because I've focused (perhaps too much) on the Top Gun portion and never once mentioned the cake part, and mostly because everyone loves cake and the idea that cake can be transformed into a metaphor for life that is as both satisfying and delicious as its tangible counterpart. It started awhile back when I was having a conversation with a friend over a cup of mango tea. We started talking about life and how sometimes things never turn out the way people expect them to. It's amazing to see how much of an impact that unexpectedness has on a person's life, and in some drastic cases, their identity. The conversation turned to relationships and how people sometimes lose themselves when they merge emotionally, and more often than not, physically, with their significant other. That deep connection is great and all, don't get me wrong, but you have to wonder how much connection is too much? I've known a few couples in my day where one person's life becomes so involved and invested in the relationship that they couldn't function without the other. They ceased to be an individual.
People need to realize that their identity cannot and should not be solely rooted in a single entity - especially if that entity is another person. People are fleeting; they're bound to leave eventually, and if you're so invested in them and your whole life and identity revolves around that other person, when they are gone you will find yourself alone and without the slightest clue of who you are. It's frightening and maddening at the same time, and you find yourself longing for answers and for a single ray of clarity and purpose. What you need to realize is that those other entities, be it a person, a job, or some other obsession, that you once thought were the end-all-be-all-cream-of-the-crop are simply icing on the cake. Yup, you read that correctly. Icing never defines the type of cake on which it sits. You don't go to the store and say, "I'll have a chocolate icing please." No, you ask for the cake. Why? Because the most important part is the cake itself. I am the cake. You are the cake. We are what matters most. We are the foundation, the core body, a symphony of dynamic flavors and unique ingredients that somehow are able to harmonize together. I am the cake, and everyone else is just extra fluff. I'm not trying to sound conceited, but you can't define who you are by everyone else. Much like you cannot define a cake by it's icing. What's inside the cake is what defines what it is, how it looks, how it smells, and how it tastes. It is not the icing that gives the cake flavor, but the cake that gives the icing flavor. Icing is designed to emphasize the individual aspects and flavors of the cake, and compliment its essence. So many people get caught up with trying to be the icing; trying to compliment another's essence, that they forget that they are the cake. They forget that they are the cornerstone. And this goes beyond losing yourself in relationships with significant others, as it can apply to all relationships - work, friends, and family. But before you can find your cakehood in those relationships, you must find it in the most important relationship of all - the one you have with yourself.
I know this probably came off as too preachy, and I'm sure the Emo-Meter is off the charts, but this is the start of the new year. Now is the time to forge ahead and pave the way to a better you. A better me. A better us. Everyone loses themselves from time to time, but it's never too late for some cake. 2009 is our year to rise!
So stand tall my fellow cakes, and shout this anthem* with pride.
Do or die, You'll never make me. Because the world will never take my heart. Go and try, you'll never break me. We want it all, we want to play this part. I won't explain, or say I'm sorry. I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar. Give a cheer, for all the broken, listen here, because it's who we are. I'm just a cake; I'm not a hero, just a cake, I wanna sing this song! I'm just a cake; I'm not a hero. I DON'T CARE!
So if someone ever says to you, "You take the cake!" you can smile and know that you don't just simply take the cake, you are the cake.
* I've been listening to a lot of MCR lately. But it fits! Kinda...
Friday, December 19, 2008
Top Gun and Cake - Part 2
A lighter post than part 1.
It's quite sad that I know 90% of the answers of...
1. On what date did the USN establish an elite school for the top one percent of pilots?
2. What did the Navy call that school?
3. What hand signal does the pilot give the catapult officer to indicate he is ready to be launched?
4. What colour flight deck jerseys do the aircraft refuellers wear?
5. What ocean is the aircraft carrier operating in at the beginning of the movie.
6. Which aircraft carrier is it?
7. What is the carrier’s hull pendant number?
8. In the opening air combat sequence why does Cougar “break high and right”?
9. At what range from the Enterprise does the air combat commence?
10. What is Maverick’s idea of fun?
11. At what range from the carrier’s flight deck does Maverick “call the ball”?
12. What is the name of the Admiral’s daughter that Maverick has in his list of high speed passes?
13. What are the last words Cougar says before he throws in his wings?
14. What is the geographic location of Fightertown USA?
15. What was the Navy kill ratio in Korea and what did it fall to in Vietnam?
16. What does “ACM” stand for?
17. What beer is the ditsy blond drinking when Maverick and Goose arrive in the target rich environment of the officers club.
18. What manoeuvre does Charlie brief that a MIG 28 cannot do?
19. What is the hard deck on Maverick’s first hop at Top Gun?
20. What type of aircraft does Jester fly?
21. Complete this phrase by Jester. “You can run but …..”
22. What colour is the F-14s Head Up Display symbology?
23. What colour does it turn at lock on?
24. What is written on the coffee cup of the air traffic control officer when Maverick buzzes the tower after his first hop against Jester.
25. What alternative career does Goose consider after he and Maverick have been chewed out by Viper for flying below the hard deck?
Bonus Questions
26. What is the name of the squadron on the honour board outside Viper’s office and what date were they deployed to WESTPAC?
27. What is Charlie’s address and what time is dinner?
28. Who has the best set of “ripped abs” in the volleyball game.
29. When Viper is de-briefing the second mission (2 v 2) he tells Maverick that he made a wrong choice. What should Maverick have done?
30. What training mission is it when Maverick leaves his wingman?
31. What is the motto on the recruiting poster in the Top Gun locker room?
32. On what training mission does Goose get killed?
33. What are the switch settings on the F-14s HOTAS armaments switch?
34. When Maverick’s No 1 engine flames out - is it the port or starboard engine?
35. What is the blatant error in the Admiral’s briefing about the “situation” involving the crippled communications ship?
36. What sector is Ice allocated?
37. What is Maverick’s plane number? (Trick question)
38. Is Maverick left handed?
39. How many aircraft did Viper lose from his squadron in Vietnam?
40. What carrier did Viper and Tom Mitchell fly from?
41. When Viper is telling Maverick about “Bogies all over the sky like fireflies” what is he talking about?
42. How many rows of medals does Maverick wear on his ice cream suit at the Top Gun graduation ceremony?
43. When Maverick reports he is supersonic, how long will it take him to get to the battle?
44. The first MIG shot down gets hit by a missile. Where does it get hit?
45. What is the air warfare call sign of the aircraft carrier?
46. How much would it cost you to play three songs on the jukebox at the bar in Fightertown?
47. In the movie credits which of the US Navy pilots doesn’t have a callsign?
How many can YOU answer?
It's quite sad that I know 90% of the answers of...
The Top Gun Exam
1. On what date did the USN establish an elite school for the top one percent of pilots?
2. What did the Navy call that school?
3. What hand signal does the pilot give the catapult officer to indicate he is ready to be launched?
4. What colour flight deck jerseys do the aircraft refuellers wear?
5. What ocean is the aircraft carrier operating in at the beginning of the movie.
6. Which aircraft carrier is it?
7. What is the carrier’s hull pendant number?
8. In the opening air combat sequence why does Cougar “break high and right”?
9. At what range from the Enterprise does the air combat commence?
10. What is Maverick’s idea of fun?
11. At what range from the carrier’s flight deck does Maverick “call the ball”?
12. What is the name of the Admiral’s daughter that Maverick has in his list of high speed passes?
13. What are the last words Cougar says before he throws in his wings?
14. What is the geographic location of Fightertown USA?
15. What was the Navy kill ratio in Korea and what did it fall to in Vietnam?
16. What does “ACM” stand for?
17. What beer is the ditsy blond drinking when Maverick and Goose arrive in the target rich environment of the officers club.
18. What manoeuvre does Charlie brief that a MIG 28 cannot do?
19. What is the hard deck on Maverick’s first hop at Top Gun?
20. What type of aircraft does Jester fly?
21. Complete this phrase by Jester. “You can run but …..”
22. What colour is the F-14s Head Up Display symbology?
23. What colour does it turn at lock on?
24. What is written on the coffee cup of the air traffic control officer when Maverick buzzes the tower after his first hop against Jester.
25. What alternative career does Goose consider after he and Maverick have been chewed out by Viper for flying below the hard deck?
Bonus Questions
26. What is the name of the squadron on the honour board outside Viper’s office and what date were they deployed to WESTPAC?
27. What is Charlie’s address and what time is dinner?
28. Who has the best set of “ripped abs” in the volleyball game.
29. When Viper is de-briefing the second mission (2 v 2) he tells Maverick that he made a wrong choice. What should Maverick have done?
30. What training mission is it when Maverick leaves his wingman?
31. What is the motto on the recruiting poster in the Top Gun locker room?
32. On what training mission does Goose get killed?
33. What are the switch settings on the F-14s HOTAS armaments switch?
34. When Maverick’s No 1 engine flames out - is it the port or starboard engine?
35. What is the blatant error in the Admiral’s briefing about the “situation” involving the crippled communications ship?
36. What sector is Ice allocated?
37. What is Maverick’s plane number? (Trick question)
38. Is Maverick left handed?
39. How many aircraft did Viper lose from his squadron in Vietnam?
40. What carrier did Viper and Tom Mitchell fly from?
41. When Viper is telling Maverick about “Bogies all over the sky like fireflies” what is he talking about?
42. How many rows of medals does Maverick wear on his ice cream suit at the Top Gun graduation ceremony?
43. When Maverick reports he is supersonic, how long will it take him to get to the battle?
44. The first MIG shot down gets hit by a missile. Where does it get hit?
45. What is the air warfare call sign of the aircraft carrier?
46. How much would it cost you to play three songs on the jukebox at the bar in Fightertown?
47. In the movie credits which of the US Navy pilots doesn’t have a callsign?
How many can YOU answer?
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Top Gun and Cake - Part 1
No quote this time to segue into the blog. Sorry, I just couldn’t find one that incorporated Top Gun and cake.
It is mid-December already, signaling the near ending of another year. Another twelve months of my life has passed, and as always during this time of year, I look back on what I’ve done to see if there has been any progress. At a quick glance, the score appears to be - World: 1, Jeremy: 0. I know what you’re thinking, Oh great, another emo post, how original. Yet, secretly you’re intrigued. Your reading speed increases as you desperately race from one word to the next if for no other reason than to comprehend the sentences that spell out my emotional turmoil. Perhaps it’s some sadistic schadenfreude you try to hide. Perhaps you’re just as emo. Perhaps it is all. Perhaps it is none. Perhaps.
Either way, we’re two weeks into December and the normal “rush” that occurs during this time of year is definitely in full effect. It’s a global – well okay, not global, but definitely widespread – sprint to the finish line, all while trying to tie up loose ends and accomplish last year’s resolutions. For me, I currently feel like I’m in the eye of the storm; two turbulent weeks have passed, and two more turbulent weeks are ahead. A lot of the flurry has revolved around work, and work-related drama. I’ll elaborate, since you’re probably curious as to what it’s all about, but to protect the innocent, real names will be replaced with characters from the hit 80s movie Top Gun. Yes, I know Top Gun is probably the most overtly homosexual movie ever created but it’s still one of my favorite movies of all time. Deal with it.
There’s been a lot of tension amongst us pilots. A lot of towers have been buzzed, hard decks broken, and abandoning of wingmen. Hollywood and Wolfman have stocked the hanger with missiles, while Merlin was too close for missiles and had to switch to guns. Iceman and Slider engaged and successfully splashed multiple bogies, however, couldn’t get a good tone on many. Goose was killed. Viper is trying to get Maverick to fly with Jester, though Mav is already feeling the need for speed.
Okay…that didn’t play out as well as it did in my head. Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire.
*Insert awesome literary segue*
Dealing with all the drama, both in and out of the work place, has led me to see that the older I get, the more I realize the immensity of my emotional capacity. I find myself always trying to do the right thing, when there are times I know in my heart that I want to go in a different direction. It’s a constant battle between heart and mind, whose battle lines become clearer as I mature in my young adult life. I've been fighting. Fighting for something that I don't know is even there. However, the sheer act of fighting for something gives my life purpose, a goal, a milestone to strive for and eventually surpass. The optimist in me fuels my desire, accelerates my ambition, but can possibly be my greatest fall. I set myself up for something great or something terribly miserable. It's a risk I'm willing to take. It's been a risk I have always taken, throughout my life. However, I never really noticed this trend until recently. Nothing worthwhile materializes without taking that risk. It's what keeps existence exciting, boundless.
Three years ago, I would have told you I was 100% happy with my life. A loving family, amazing friends, and someone who loved me and that I loved back. Picture perfect, but in the inside, I think I knew the life I was leading wasn't as pristine as I thought it to be. It's naive to think your life is ever perfect (so maybe I'm slightly pessimistic after all). Perfection is an illusion that is reinforced by society, your friends, even your own mind. I don't think I'll ever reach that 100% goal, but I want to die trying. Life is about the journey and my definition of love and life is ever changing. I have learned so much of myself in the past few years. The way I handle things now, differs so greatly than the way I would in the past. I just hope that one day I'll be able to release what has embedded itself so deeply in my heart. I guess that’s what I'm fighting for; a chance to expose my heart, bleeding, in the open.
I feel like some of the most trying and important days of my life are still yet to come. All there is left is to hope for the strength to carry on and prevail. To quote The Matrix, “Hope – it is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength and your greatest weakness.” Some dreams refuse to die. Some souls never know when the cause is lost. Such ignorance can be truly awe-inspiring.
End of part 1.
It is mid-December already, signaling the near ending of another year. Another twelve months of my life has passed, and as always during this time of year, I look back on what I’ve done to see if there has been any progress. At a quick glance, the score appears to be - World: 1, Jeremy: 0. I know what you’re thinking, Oh great, another emo post, how original. Yet, secretly you’re intrigued. Your reading speed increases as you desperately race from one word to the next if for no other reason than to comprehend the sentences that spell out my emotional turmoil. Perhaps it’s some sadistic schadenfreude you try to hide. Perhaps you’re just as emo. Perhaps it is all. Perhaps it is none. Perhaps.
Either way, we’re two weeks into December and the normal “rush” that occurs during this time of year is definitely in full effect. It’s a global – well okay, not global, but definitely widespread – sprint to the finish line, all while trying to tie up loose ends and accomplish last year’s resolutions. For me, I currently feel like I’m in the eye of the storm; two turbulent weeks have passed, and two more turbulent weeks are ahead. A lot of the flurry has revolved around work, and work-related drama. I’ll elaborate, since you’re probably curious as to what it’s all about, but to protect the innocent, real names will be replaced with characters from the hit 80s movie Top Gun. Yes, I know Top Gun is probably the most overtly homosexual movie ever created but it’s still one of my favorite movies of all time. Deal with it.
There’s been a lot of tension amongst us pilots. A lot of towers have been buzzed, hard decks broken, and abandoning of wingmen. Hollywood and Wolfman have stocked the hanger with missiles, while Merlin was too close for missiles and had to switch to guns. Iceman and Slider engaged and successfully splashed multiple bogies, however, couldn’t get a good tone on many. Goose was killed. Viper is trying to get Maverick to fly with Jester, though Mav is already feeling the need for speed.
Okay…that didn’t play out as well as it did in my head. Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire.
*Insert awesome literary segue*
Dealing with all the drama, both in and out of the work place, has led me to see that the older I get, the more I realize the immensity of my emotional capacity. I find myself always trying to do the right thing, when there are times I know in my heart that I want to go in a different direction. It’s a constant battle between heart and mind, whose battle lines become clearer as I mature in my young adult life. I've been fighting. Fighting for something that I don't know is even there. However, the sheer act of fighting for something gives my life purpose, a goal, a milestone to strive for and eventually surpass. The optimist in me fuels my desire, accelerates my ambition, but can possibly be my greatest fall. I set myself up for something great or something terribly miserable. It's a risk I'm willing to take. It's been a risk I have always taken, throughout my life. However, I never really noticed this trend until recently. Nothing worthwhile materializes without taking that risk. It's what keeps existence exciting, boundless.
Three years ago, I would have told you I was 100% happy with my life. A loving family, amazing friends, and someone who loved me and that I loved back. Picture perfect, but in the inside, I think I knew the life I was leading wasn't as pristine as I thought it to be. It's naive to think your life is ever perfect (so maybe I'm slightly pessimistic after all). Perfection is an illusion that is reinforced by society, your friends, even your own mind. I don't think I'll ever reach that 100% goal, but I want to die trying. Life is about the journey and my definition of love and life is ever changing. I have learned so much of myself in the past few years. The way I handle things now, differs so greatly than the way I would in the past. I just hope that one day I'll be able to release what has embedded itself so deeply in my heart. I guess that’s what I'm fighting for; a chance to expose my heart, bleeding, in the open.
I feel like some of the most trying and important days of my life are still yet to come. All there is left is to hope for the strength to carry on and prevail. To quote The Matrix, “Hope – it is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength and your greatest weakness.” Some dreams refuse to die. Some souls never know when the cause is lost. Such ignorance can be truly awe-inspiring.
End of part 1.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Patience is not passive...
...on the contrary, it is active; it is concentrated strength.
It has been quite awhile since my last blog entry, and even that was not about anything of great importance. But then again, that is not really the point of a blog. Blogging is just a vehicle through which your subconscious is expressed. I have been denying my subconscious' right to speak freely for almost 2 months, so I guess it is time to let it out. However I am waiving all liability for any disagreements and/or controversy that man ensue below, and by continuing to read, You, the reader, hereby waive all rights to arguing, criticism, and/or trolling.
Let's begin with a small recap of some notable events that have occurred.
October:
In the beginning of the month, I participated in Timfest '08; a combination of my friend's surprise birthday, Lovefest '08, and Oktoberfest '08. It was a giant weekend filled with too much booze, crazy dance parties in the street, half and fully naked men and women, crazy drunk Germans and Belgians. I ended up staying in SF the entire weekend, and I must say, city life is quite intriguing. I thought that I'd always love the small town life ala Danville and Davis, but the hustle and bustle of the city was, well, refreshing. Who knows, perhaps someday in the future I'll move to the big city and get a taste of something new.
The following weekend was the Oceanic 7 + Others trip down to the beautiful Monterey. It was a great weekend trip filled with lots of great food/drinks, bonfires, the Dark Knight on IMAX, and a lighthearted race using the surreys (5-person bike). It's always great to get away from the stresses of the real world and just relax and enjoy the weather, the beautiful scenery, and most importantly, the company of great friends.
Halloween came and went as one would expect, and as with every holiday it seems, the Discovery cubes at work get creatively and lavishly (perhaps over the top?) decorated. Giant spiderwebs tented from the air conditioning duct towards multiple cubes, covering not only cubicle walls, but notebooks, binders, computer monitors, and even my beloved action figures. Giant spiders guarded the candy bowl, overlooked the plants by the window, and one continually attacked unsuspecting invaders. This Halloween season included multiple costumes, multiple parties, lots of booze, and unfortunately, puking that was not associated with alcohol, but rather a nasty virus that has since mutated and spread like wildfire amongst the helpless Dvaxians.
November:
I’m sure I don’t really need to significance of Nov. 4th and the great history that was made on that day, but in case you’re reading this blog from under a huge rock, the two biggest newsflashes that seem to be on everyone’s mind is that 1) Barack Obama was nominated our 44th President of the United States of America, and 2) Prop 8 was passed in CA. I don’t consider myself a very political person; I’m very apathetic about the policies and decisions that are being made around – despite the fact that I know that they will have the greatest impact on me in the future. It’s not something I’m proud of, and is an aspect in my life that I’m trying to change. I do want to get more involved and be more educated in the government and exactly what its role is going to be.
However, with this election, despite my best efforts to stay neutral and unbiased, this year’s election season proved quite difficult to remain in my atrophied state – both at home and at work. I think one of the main reasons why I try to stay out of the political arena is because it is supercharged with emotions. It’s one of those conversation topics that most people try to avoid because it ultimately leads to conflicting opinions and arguments. Politics and religion, two strong conversation topic ‘no-nos.’ Go figure that the two most talked about events from the election orbit politics and religion. I consider myself an independent/moderate, not entirely left wing and not entirely right either. Perhaps this is reflected from my two very different environments which I spend my days: in Berkeley and in Danville. Berkeley is the Mecca of all that is liberal (hippie tree-sitters anyone?), so it’s no surprise that most of my coworkers (albeit a few exceptions) are Democrats. Danville, however, is composed mainly of religious rich white folks; the town itself is quite conservative, and thus, mostly Republican. So naturally, when I’m at work, I hear mostly left-wing talk, and when I’m at home, mostly right-wing talk. I guess it’s the best (or worst) of both worlds and it allows me to hear both sides of the spectrum, which in turn helps me to be better informed and make my decisions based on both sides of the issues. The only problem is that I end up feeling that since I’m neither left nor right wing, when I’m placed in either a full left or full right wing territory, I feel out of place. Both ends of the spectrum are so passionate that when I don’t fully agree with someone about something to their degree, I tend to sidestep the topic/hide my own opinions, lest I open myself up to a flood of clashing arguments and criticism. I’ve seen just how damaging politics and social issues can be to the environment of the workplace. It’s appalling how disrespectful people can be when they don’t agree with you, and quite frankly, I don’t want to deal with that kind of high school bullshit. I find it quite ironic that liberals, who are supposed to embrace different ideas and promote tolerance and free thinking, are some of the most intolerant people. Singling specific people out at work is not acceptable, no matter what issue that agree or disagree on. Blah, I wish I could just go back to my bubble and not have to deal with all this crap.
Changing gears a bit, the day after the election, on my way home from work, I got into a car accident. A 15 year old driver with her learners permit decided to slam on her brakes in the intersection as the light went from green to yellow. I couldn’t stop in time and ended up rear ending them. My airbags deployed and my car was totaled. Despite my best efforts to plead with the insurance company, CA law says that if you’re in the back of the accident, it’s your fault. Now I’m carless and poorer. Guess I will always remember, remember, the 5th of November.
Finally, on a lighter note, I recently went up to Sacramento for a little R&R, more drinking, and even more Rock Band 2. After some discussion, Death By Turnip was formed; Sven on drums, Tusk on bass, Razlo on guitar, and Lacey as our singer. It was an awesome weekend, and a much needed break from all the crap that had happened in the beginning of the month.
Thanksgiving is coming soon, as if I needed another reason to eat more. I’m getting fat and lazy and all the food included in the Thanksgiving feast will just make it worse…deliciously worse. I can’t wait.
It has been quite awhile since my last blog entry, and even that was not about anything of great importance. But then again, that is not really the point of a blog. Blogging is just a vehicle through which your subconscious is expressed. I have been denying my subconscious' right to speak freely for almost 2 months, so I guess it is time to let it out. However I am waiving all liability for any disagreements and/or controversy that man ensue below, and by continuing to read, You, the reader, hereby waive all rights to arguing, criticism, and/or trolling.
Let's begin with a small recap of some notable events that have occurred.
October:
In the beginning of the month, I participated in Timfest '08; a combination of my friend's surprise birthday, Lovefest '08, and Oktoberfest '08. It was a giant weekend filled with too much booze, crazy dance parties in the street, half and fully naked men and women, crazy drunk Germans and Belgians. I ended up staying in SF the entire weekend, and I must say, city life is quite intriguing. I thought that I'd always love the small town life ala Danville and Davis, but the hustle and bustle of the city was, well, refreshing. Who knows, perhaps someday in the future I'll move to the big city and get a taste of something new.
The following weekend was the Oceanic 7 + Others trip down to the beautiful Monterey. It was a great weekend trip filled with lots of great food/drinks, bonfires, the Dark Knight on IMAX, and a lighthearted race using the surreys (5-person bike). It's always great to get away from the stresses of the real world and just relax and enjoy the weather, the beautiful scenery, and most importantly, the company of great friends.
Halloween came and went as one would expect, and as with every holiday it seems, the Discovery cubes at work get creatively and lavishly (perhaps over the top?) decorated. Giant spiderwebs tented from the air conditioning duct towards multiple cubes, covering not only cubicle walls, but notebooks, binders, computer monitors, and even my beloved action figures. Giant spiders guarded the candy bowl, overlooked the plants by the window, and one continually attacked unsuspecting invaders. This Halloween season included multiple costumes, multiple parties, lots of booze, and unfortunately, puking that was not associated with alcohol, but rather a nasty virus that has since mutated and spread like wildfire amongst the helpless Dvaxians.
November:
I’m sure I don’t really need to significance of Nov. 4th and the great history that was made on that day, but in case you’re reading this blog from under a huge rock, the two biggest newsflashes that seem to be on everyone’s mind is that 1) Barack Obama was nominated our 44th President of the United States of America, and 2) Prop 8 was passed in CA. I don’t consider myself a very political person; I’m very apathetic about the policies and decisions that are being made around – despite the fact that I know that they will have the greatest impact on me in the future. It’s not something I’m proud of, and is an aspect in my life that I’m trying to change. I do want to get more involved and be more educated in the government and exactly what its role is going to be.
However, with this election, despite my best efforts to stay neutral and unbiased, this year’s election season proved quite difficult to remain in my atrophied state – both at home and at work. I think one of the main reasons why I try to stay out of the political arena is because it is supercharged with emotions. It’s one of those conversation topics that most people try to avoid because it ultimately leads to conflicting opinions and arguments. Politics and religion, two strong conversation topic ‘no-nos.’ Go figure that the two most talked about events from the election orbit politics and religion. I consider myself an independent/moderate, not entirely left wing and not entirely right either. Perhaps this is reflected from my two very different environments which I spend my days: in Berkeley and in Danville. Berkeley is the Mecca of all that is liberal (hippie tree-sitters anyone?), so it’s no surprise that most of my coworkers (albeit a few exceptions) are Democrats. Danville, however, is composed mainly of religious rich white folks; the town itself is quite conservative, and thus, mostly Republican. So naturally, when I’m at work, I hear mostly left-wing talk, and when I’m at home, mostly right-wing talk. I guess it’s the best (or worst) of both worlds and it allows me to hear both sides of the spectrum, which in turn helps me to be better informed and make my decisions based on both sides of the issues. The only problem is that I end up feeling that since I’m neither left nor right wing, when I’m placed in either a full left or full right wing territory, I feel out of place. Both ends of the spectrum are so passionate that when I don’t fully agree with someone about something to their degree, I tend to sidestep the topic/hide my own opinions, lest I open myself up to a flood of clashing arguments and criticism. I’ve seen just how damaging politics and social issues can be to the environment of the workplace. It’s appalling how disrespectful people can be when they don’t agree with you, and quite frankly, I don’t want to deal with that kind of high school bullshit. I find it quite ironic that liberals, who are supposed to embrace different ideas and promote tolerance and free thinking, are some of the most intolerant people. Singling specific people out at work is not acceptable, no matter what issue that agree or disagree on. Blah, I wish I could just go back to my bubble and not have to deal with all this crap.
Changing gears a bit, the day after the election, on my way home from work, I got into a car accident. A 15 year old driver with her learners permit decided to slam on her brakes in the intersection as the light went from green to yellow. I couldn’t stop in time and ended up rear ending them. My airbags deployed and my car was totaled. Despite my best efforts to plead with the insurance company, CA law says that if you’re in the back of the accident, it’s your fault. Now I’m carless and poorer. Guess I will always remember, remember, the 5th of November.
Finally, on a lighter note, I recently went up to Sacramento for a little R&R, more drinking, and even more Rock Band 2. After some discussion, Death By Turnip was formed; Sven on drums, Tusk on bass, Razlo on guitar, and Lacey as our singer. It was an awesome weekend, and a much needed break from all the crap that had happened in the beginning of the month.
Thanksgiving is coming soon, as if I needed another reason to eat more. I’m getting fat and lazy and all the food included in the Thanksgiving feast will just make it worse…deliciously worse. I can’t wait.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Some people are like slinkies...
...not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.
You know who is a slinky? Joshua Jackson. Yup, little Pacey McStupid from Dawson's Creek. Instead of going on this huge long rant on my personal dislikes about everything that is JJ, I'll leave it to a quick summary that mainly focuses on his recent piece of crap...Fringe. Okay, so I guess my frustrations shouldn't be aimed at the actor per say, rather the writers who think this nonsensical piece of garbage has any shred of common sense or logic. They throw around ideas that seem great, but if you have an IQ higher than that of a rock, certain things just don't seem to fit. Not only is the writing bad, but the visuals are even worse. I'm not talking about the CGI or other special effects - those are decent for a television series. I'm talking about little things that try and make the show more intense or unique, but only end up distracting and ultimately annoying the viewer. So I've created a list of 5 things I hate about Fringe. It's sad that after only watching the pilot episode, I already have a list of hate.
5 Things I Hate About Fringe:
5. Jackson's character. This dubbed 'genius' is a nobody who knows he's smart and thus flashes his IQ around like it's a badge. He's a wanderer and a faux-con artist. He's a nobody. The only reason why he's in the show is because his dad is the only person in the world who can help the FBI deal with "The Pattern." He's not an FBI agent, yet he is content in trying to play one, and goes about doing FBI related things - like breach an entrypoint in an abandoned warehouse. The funny thing is, no one on the show seems to realize that he's not an FBI agent. Case in point, Jackson's character is wearing a visitor badge yet he is able to walk through an FBI personnel only door, and into an unlocked interrogation room where the supposed evil mastermind of a flesh-dissolving compound is being held. He then goes postal on said mastermind's hand without being noticed. In the words of Chief Wiggum: "That's some fine detective work there, Lou."
4. The ability of an interdepartmental FBI liaison to have the power to ascertain any equipment, chemical, facility that a mentally institutionalized patient requests without having to go through any type of acquisition form/request. They reopened a derelict lab in the basement of Harvard, brought in a cow, pulled images from a dead girls optic nerve, and then just for kicks decided to make LSD. Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
3. Random flashes/cutaways/bad edits/lens flares. There are enough of these in the pilot episode to make a blind person go into epileptic shock. True story.
2. Fringe = LOST wannabe. Yes I know J.J. Abrams created Alias and LOST, but come on, Fringe was supposed to be this radical new show; this generation's X-Files or something. I guess J.J. really took it to heart with that whole 'if it ain't broke, don't fix it' expression. There's classic LOST elements at every stinkin turn. The most prominent LOST ripoff is the music. Every suspenseful part is accompanied by increased music volume which suddenly cuts into commercial. The fading/increasing is exactly the same in every type of situation, and it even sounds the same. Fringe not only took the same music techniques, I'm pretty sure it took the music itself. It tries to be the same without being the same. One show is a geniuine Mickey Mouse shirt while the other is a cheap Asian knockoff labeled Miokey Mouse.
1. FLOATING MOTHERF--KING TITLES! It may have been cool to use in Panic Room, but now they're just annoying. They add nothing to the show and are pretty distracting. It looks like they're trying to blend the titles into the scenary - as if to portray that they're a physical object in the scene that you'd think the characters would acknowledge. Nope. They just float along looking like a cheap WordArt logo.
The only reason to watch Fringe is to see shit like this:
You know who is a slinky? Joshua Jackson. Yup, little Pacey McStupid from Dawson's Creek. Instead of going on this huge long rant on my personal dislikes about everything that is JJ, I'll leave it to a quick summary that mainly focuses on his recent piece of crap...Fringe. Okay, so I guess my frustrations shouldn't be aimed at the actor per say, rather the writers who think this nonsensical piece of garbage has any shred of common sense or logic. They throw around ideas that seem great, but if you have an IQ higher than that of a rock, certain things just don't seem to fit. Not only is the writing bad, but the visuals are even worse. I'm not talking about the CGI or other special effects - those are decent for a television series. I'm talking about little things that try and make the show more intense or unique, but only end up distracting and ultimately annoying the viewer. So I've created a list of 5 things I hate about Fringe. It's sad that after only watching the pilot episode, I already have a list of hate.
5 Things I Hate About Fringe:
5. Jackson's character. This dubbed 'genius' is a nobody who knows he's smart and thus flashes his IQ around like it's a badge. He's a wanderer and a faux-con artist. He's a nobody. The only reason why he's in the show is because his dad is the only person in the world who can help the FBI deal with "The Pattern." He's not an FBI agent, yet he is content in trying to play one, and goes about doing FBI related things - like breach an entrypoint in an abandoned warehouse. The funny thing is, no one on the show seems to realize that he's not an FBI agent. Case in point, Jackson's character is wearing a visitor badge yet he is able to walk through an FBI personnel only door, and into an unlocked interrogation room where the supposed evil mastermind of a flesh-dissolving compound is being held. He then goes postal on said mastermind's hand without being noticed. In the words of Chief Wiggum: "That's some fine detective work there, Lou."
4. The ability of an interdepartmental FBI liaison to have the power to ascertain any equipment, chemical, facility that a mentally institutionalized patient requests without having to go through any type of acquisition form/request. They reopened a derelict lab in the basement of Harvard, brought in a cow, pulled images from a dead girls optic nerve, and then just for kicks decided to make LSD. Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
3. Random flashes/cutaways/bad edits/lens flares. There are enough of these in the pilot episode to make a blind person go into epileptic shock. True story.
2. Fringe = LOST wannabe. Yes I know J.J. Abrams created Alias and LOST, but come on, Fringe was supposed to be this radical new show; this generation's X-Files or something. I guess J.J. really took it to heart with that whole 'if it ain't broke, don't fix it' expression. There's classic LOST elements at every stinkin turn. The most prominent LOST ripoff is the music. Every suspenseful part is accompanied by increased music volume which suddenly cuts into commercial. The fading/increasing is exactly the same in every type of situation, and it even sounds the same. Fringe not only took the same music techniques, I'm pretty sure it took the music itself. It tries to be the same without being the same. One show is a geniuine Mickey Mouse shirt while the other is a cheap Asian knockoff labeled Miokey Mouse.
1. FLOATING MOTHERF--KING TITLES! It may have been cool to use in Panic Room, but now they're just annoying. They add nothing to the show and are pretty distracting. It looks like they're trying to blend the titles into the scenary - as if to portray that they're a physical object in the scene that you'd think the characters would acknowledge. Nope. They just float along looking like a cheap WordArt logo.
The only reason to watch Fringe is to see shit like this:
Yup...That's his jaw melting off.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Some days are a waste of makeup.
Today was just one of those days. The kind of day where you things just seem to get worse as time goes on. To sum it up, I made stupid mistakes that culminated to my coworker having to redo her experiment. It was a n00b mistake, and one that I should never have made. To make matters worse, the whole situation put me in a funk for the rest of the day, and I just couldn't get my head back in the game. More stupid mistakes arose and pretty soon replacements had to be called, and I was officially sidelined. I guess the stars just weren't aligned in my favor. It happens to everyone, or so I was told repeatedly by anyone who could see that I was distressed. But as Churchill once said, "If you're going through Hell, keep going." In case that quote was too inspirational, how about one from Ani Difranco. "Maybe you don't like your job, maybe you didn't get enough sleep. Well nobody likes their job, and nobody gets enough sleep. Maybe you just had the worst day of your life, but you know, there's no escape, there's no excuses. Just suck it up and be nice." Imagine that quote with a cute picture of a kitten doing chinups. Awesome.
EDIT 9/19:
Looks like yall won't have to imagine the kitten after all. Behold the awesomeness. Thanks Muellerette for the pic!
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged...
...to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.
So it's been a long time since I've updated this thing, and I think the quote above holds a lot of significance. Blogging/journalism or whatever you want to call it, leaves an unbiased history of ones mindset at a particular point in time. It's enlightening at times to go back through the annals of your own history and observe just how drastically you've actually changed.
OKAY seriously, it's taken me way too long to write this entry. It's been on "draft" mode for almost a month. I have this whole potpourri list of things that I was going to write about, but now that I've procrastinated so long, I'm pretty sure most of it is out-dated. So this is the quick and dirty recap. No more bullshit. I wanted to write something substantial, but this whole time I've pretty much been suffering from writer's constipation (metaphorically speaking of course). My only hope is that if I strain really hard to push this entry out, future entries will let flow freely like...well you get the point. With that said, lets get this show in the road.
2008 Beijing Olympics:
So I was originally going to write about them, but time has come and gone, and it's way too late to start writing about past events. Plus I'm pretty sure everyone is Olympic-ed out, at least for another 4 years. Besides, you know the saying, a picture is worth a thousand words. So let's get several thousand words out of the way:
All hail white bikinis, wet bodies, tight abs, tighter asses, and beach volleyball cheerleaders. Let us not forget our international friends. All hail hot Paraguayan javelin throwers.
Work life:
What can I say about work. I'm pretty sure it's a love/hate sort of relationship, and that many if not all people experience that with their job. I think the work that I'm doing is great, and I'm glad that I'm getting to learn new things and get the much needed experience. But at the same time, the commute sucks, the hours are long, and lately, there's been way too much drama. It's like high school all over again. It's time to grow up and start acting like adults. Throwing tantrums, ignoring the problem, and telling flat out lies are unacceptable at any age. But despite all the crap, I think I'd still come just for my coworkers. They've come to accept me as one of their own, and though I am the baby, it's nice to be a part of that family.
Social life:
What social life? Work life is my social life... for the most part at least. But when I'm not chained to the lab bench or my cubicle computer, I try and flutter my social wings. There have been several events that have been quite memorable. One particular event that stands out involved camping, booze, and a dislocated knee. There's nothing like spending 5 hours in a hospital to get you back in touch with nature. I've also been partying it up with my Dvax crew, and surprisingly, got solicited by one of my friends. It pretty much went as follows:
X: I have a fear of dying a virgin.
X: When I'm like 85 (and still a virgin) and you're 84 (and if you're single/widowed)...I'm gonna call you on my 85th birthday
X: Be prepared!!
Me: LOL! Will do.
X: w00t!
What can I say, I'm a Picasso beneath the sheets, and everyone wants a piece of me. Reservations are available, though seating is limited.
...wow...even I can't believe I just wrote that. This entry just needs to be put out of its misery. Hopefully the writers constipation is over, because this has got to be the biggest literary piece of crap I've ever produced.
So it's been a long time since I've updated this thing, and I think the quote above holds a lot of significance. Blogging/journalism or whatever you want to call it, leaves an unbiased history of ones mindset at a particular point in time. It's enlightening at times to go back through the annals of your own history and observe just how drastically you've actually changed.
OKAY seriously, it's taken me way too long to write this entry. It's been on "draft" mode for almost a month. I have this whole potpourri list of things that I was going to write about, but now that I've procrastinated so long, I'm pretty sure most of it is out-dated. So this is the quick and dirty recap. No more bullshit. I wanted to write something substantial, but this whole time I've pretty much been suffering from writer's constipation (metaphorically speaking of course). My only hope is that if I strain really hard to push this entry out, future entries will let flow freely like...well you get the point. With that said, lets get this show in the road.
2008 Beijing Olympics:
So I was originally going to write about them, but time has come and gone, and it's way too late to start writing about past events. Plus I'm pretty sure everyone is Olympic-ed out, at least for another 4 years. Besides, you know the saying, a picture is worth a thousand words. So let's get several thousand words out of the way:
All hail white bikinis, wet bodies, tight abs, tighter asses, and beach volleyball cheerleaders. Let us not forget our international friends. All hail hot Paraguayan javelin throwers.
What can I say about work. I'm pretty sure it's a love/hate sort of relationship, and that many if not all people experience that with their job. I think the work that I'm doing is great, and I'm glad that I'm getting to learn new things and get the much needed experience. But at the same time, the commute sucks, the hours are long, and lately, there's been way too much drama. It's like high school all over again. It's time to grow up and start acting like adults. Throwing tantrums, ignoring the problem, and telling flat out lies are unacceptable at any age. But despite all the crap, I think I'd still come just for my coworkers. They've come to accept me as one of their own, and though I am the baby, it's nice to be a part of that family.
Social life:
What social life? Work life is my social life... for the most part at least. But when I'm not chained to the lab bench or my cubicle computer, I try and flutter my social wings. There have been several events that have been quite memorable. One particular event that stands out involved camping, booze, and a dislocated knee. There's nothing like spending 5 hours in a hospital to get you back in touch with nature. I've also been partying it up with my Dvax crew, and surprisingly, got solicited by one of my friends. It pretty much went as follows:
X: I have a fear of dying a virgin.
X: When I'm like 85 (and still a virgin) and you're 84 (and if you're single/widowed)...I'm gonna call you on my 85th birthday
X: Be prepared!!
Me: LOL! Will do.
X: w00t!
What can I say, I'm a Picasso beneath the sheets, and everyone wants a piece of me. Reservations are available, though seating is limited.
...wow...even I can't believe I just wrote that. This entry just needs to be put out of its misery. Hopefully the writers constipation is over, because this has got to be the biggest literary piece of crap I've ever produced.
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