Sunday, June 27, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
I know that this isn't right to say,
but i still cant stop thinking
about the one that got away.
We don't even talk anymore
We don't even know each other's
num-ber...anymore.
Someday,
I hope things work out
but right now all i can do is just pray
until that one day:
when we have another English class together.
so i can sit right next to you
and fall sleep right beside you
hahaha o the good old days.
Gnight JG.
Ahh forgive me for lust over another women
when you already gave me someone to hold.
about the one that got away.
We don't even talk anymore
We don't even know each other's
num-ber...anymore.
Someday,
I hope things work out
but right now all i can do is just pray
until that one day:
when we have another English class together.
so i can sit right next to you
and fall sleep right beside you
hahaha o the good old days.
Gnight JG.
Ahh forgive me for lust over another women
when you already gave me someone to hold.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Dang, when was the last time i wrote in here?
Well these past weeks has been a ride, I managed to pass all my classes except for Musicianship...GRRRR...its cool though imma train all summer and Ace that Mofo in the Fall, hope to see a few of you at the Grand Mountain San Antonio Community College, #3 CC in the Nation!, GO MOUNTIES! yeah i got school pride. =)
Well last tuesday i traveled down to SD with Matthew Ratanasanopoloosionfsdkfjka;sdfj; and had a very calm chill retreat from LA. Mostly smoked weed those 2 days i was there. Watched The Power Rangers Turbo Movie- it sucked the Ninja one is way! better!. had a very fun game of Beer Hockey with Alvin and his friends, before that WE WATCHED THE LAKERS Grind their way to victory in the 7th game.
Good luck with everything Matt and Alvin, hopefully ill see you guys soon.
God has been closely watching me. and helping me. i think he love me. =)
I didnt know how i was going to get back home on Friday and with fortuity i found a ride- Thank you Jenny Tu, for the ride and the cookie =)
o it was a good cookie
when i got back i couldnt stay at home by myself so i skated to Kenneths for a quick session.
met up with K CRuz and KBzz and Jay-P
After
Went to visit Delta, and thats when things are really intense
ill leave story that for another time.
Just wanted to give my thanks to the one above
for He watches over all this sons and daughters
with unimaginable love
Thank You
-A
Well last tuesday i traveled down to SD with Matthew Ratanasanopoloosionfsdkfjka;sdfj; and had a very calm chill retreat from LA. Mostly smoked weed those 2 days i was there. Watched The Power Rangers Turbo Movie- it sucked the Ninja one is way! better!. had a very fun game of Beer Hockey with Alvin and his friends, before that WE WATCHED THE LAKERS Grind their way to victory in the 7th game.
Good luck with everything Matt and Alvin, hopefully ill see you guys soon.
God has been closely watching me. and helping me. i think he love me. =)
I didnt know how i was going to get back home on Friday and with fortuity i found a ride- Thank you Jenny Tu, for the ride and the cookie =)
o it was a good cookie
when i got back i couldnt stay at home by myself so i skated to Kenneths for a quick session.
met up with K CRuz and KBzz and Jay-P
After
Went to visit Delta, and thats when things are really intense
ill leave story that for another time.
Just wanted to give my thanks to the one above
for He watches over all this sons and daughters
with unimaginable love
Thank You
-A
Friday, June 11, 2010
WOW,
Today was some day, Aw Miss Nguyen it was great seeing you again! <--- most beautiful and great, Kindergarden Teacher in the World, dang its been so long, since you had me in your class, AND YOU REMEMBERED MY NAME. WOW. YOU TOO MR HAMILTON! dang the golden years of my youth. it was good seeing everyone again too, Sidney good luck in the future. Matthew and Chris, it was good catching up for a bit. AND SHARON ASHRAFI, your dad was teaching me how to pronounce your last name haha. Thank you for today. O AND MISS EMMA! o how i wish i took piano lessons from you when i was younger. I should of been more brave to be your student. =( God Bless You. I'm going to get good on the piano just for you.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Icarus, the man who hit rock bottom.
In Greek mythology Icarus is the story of a son who was given wings to fly, yet he was so compelled with the art of flying that he flew towards the sun, ultimately melting the wax holding the feathers and falling to his watery grave. The poem “Icarus” by Edward Field is a symbolic narration of a fallen hero in contemporary time that is crippled psychologically due to his loss of identity, his conformity to suburban life, and his constant personal struggles of achieving his past dreams.
Icarus losses his identity during the plunge into the sea, but finds a new life on the shores of a city. He rents a house and tends to his garden trying his best to be ordinary. His neighbors label Icarus as “Mr. Hicks” (l.10) not knowing his true identity. They assume that Icarus is as plain and ordinary as they are and there was nothing special about him. Yet, not too long ago, Mr. Hicks had “controlled huge wings” (l.12) with just his bare arms. Now the man who has soared higher than anyone else is a regular Joe in a gray suit.
After falling, Icarus tries conforming to the perfect mundane life of the suburb by keeping his past to himself. Because if he had told anyone about his great airborne ascend, “they would have answered with a shocked, uncomprehending stare” (l. 15). No one would believe that good o’ Mr. Hicks could fly. And Icarus didn’t want to bother their simple minds, which were fixated on their “neat front yards” (l.16). He was just trying to blend in and live in the plain, simple, ordinary life. Although deep down at the pit of his persona, Icarus couldn’t help questioning, was this where he was destined to be? “Can the genius of the hero fall to the middling stature of the merely talented?” (l.19-20). Uneasiness rises to a boil in Icarus’s kettle of a conscience. He shared a similar confinement to that of a bird imprisoned in a cage, unable to feel the gentle gliss of the open wind.
Icarus constantly self-harasses himself with his past failures and mistakes. Every night Icarus would “probe his wounds,” (l.21). He would punish himself for his faults, through pain, never letting go of the errors. Icarus ties to relive the past achievements of his life by trying to recreate them, “and daily in his workshop, cutains carefully drawn, constructs small wings and tries to fly,” (l.23-24). But his efforts end in misery with each fall he endures, “fails every time and hates himself for trying…and wishes he had drowned,” (l.25,30). Icarus doesn’t know how else to reignite his passion for life as he sinks deeper into depression.
The poem “Icarus” is an issue everyone has at one point in his or her lives. It is the moment where individuals hit rock bottom and in their grieving state they must muster enough self-discipline, persistency, and hope to get back on their feet. We all must continue our perseverance diligently with vision in our minds and eventually we will be able to reach the surface and out of the powerful grasp of the ocean.
Icarus losses his identity during the plunge into the sea, but finds a new life on the shores of a city. He rents a house and tends to his garden trying his best to be ordinary. His neighbors label Icarus as “Mr. Hicks” (l.10) not knowing his true identity. They assume that Icarus is as plain and ordinary as they are and there was nothing special about him. Yet, not too long ago, Mr. Hicks had “controlled huge wings” (l.12) with just his bare arms. Now the man who has soared higher than anyone else is a regular Joe in a gray suit.
After falling, Icarus tries conforming to the perfect mundane life of the suburb by keeping his past to himself. Because if he had told anyone about his great airborne ascend, “they would have answered with a shocked, uncomprehending stare” (l. 15). No one would believe that good o’ Mr. Hicks could fly. And Icarus didn’t want to bother their simple minds, which were fixated on their “neat front yards” (l.16). He was just trying to blend in and live in the plain, simple, ordinary life. Although deep down at the pit of his persona, Icarus couldn’t help questioning, was this where he was destined to be? “Can the genius of the hero fall to the middling stature of the merely talented?” (l.19-20). Uneasiness rises to a boil in Icarus’s kettle of a conscience. He shared a similar confinement to that of a bird imprisoned in a cage, unable to feel the gentle gliss of the open wind.
Icarus constantly self-harasses himself with his past failures and mistakes. Every night Icarus would “probe his wounds,” (l.21). He would punish himself for his faults, through pain, never letting go of the errors. Icarus ties to relive the past achievements of his life by trying to recreate them, “and daily in his workshop, cutains carefully drawn, constructs small wings and tries to fly,” (l.23-24). But his efforts end in misery with each fall he endures, “fails every time and hates himself for trying…and wishes he had drowned,” (l.25,30). Icarus doesn’t know how else to reignite his passion for life as he sinks deeper into depression.
The poem “Icarus” is an issue everyone has at one point in his or her lives. It is the moment where individuals hit rock bottom and in their grieving state they must muster enough self-discipline, persistency, and hope to get back on their feet. We all must continue our perseverance diligently with vision in our minds and eventually we will be able to reach the surface and out of the powerful grasp of the ocean.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Just had a Bizarre dream about.
Black Magic, (an evil spirit was telling me to bring him my decapitated frozen head to him. Luckily my aunt and dad stopped me in the parking lot just as i was about to pull out. Weird thing, this was back at the old apartment. there was also. Game-boys involved with a math related game that everyone was playing, and a girl i was trying to help with dancing. WOW all that in a 4 hour nap.
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