"It feels like heaven to no one else but me..."
A line from a Sarah Mcglochlen song.
I was talking to a friend yesterday and she told me she spent the entire day at the airport watching the planes take off and land. I found it somewhat odd at first mention and odd how she had never told me that the did this ever so often. As it turns out it's just something she likes to do when she internalizes (I wonder what her parking bill was?) . When I read the book Trainspotting (one of my favs) I found out that a Trainspotting was when someone goes to the train station to watch the trains and obsesivly take notes on the train sched. So I suppose Trish was on a Planespotting.
About an hour later I was talking to someone I recently met and she mentioned she liked to go to musiums (sp?) because it made her feel peaceful.
It got me to thinking about where my happy place was.
BENVOLIO
I pray thee good Mercutio let's retire. The day is
hot. the Capel's are abroad, and if we meet we shall
not 'scape a brawl, for in these hot day is the mad
blood stirring.
On a hot day, I retire to the shade provided by the roof of my car. But on a perfect day I'll take the roof off. But one of my favorite things to do is to take the roof off on a hot summer night and just drive. Theres something about the feel and smell of a warm breeze and seeing the stars above me. The sound of the swirling wind and the engine screaming with maybe some mello beats in the back ground. When I'm on a lonely stretch of highway when there's no lights around and I've got the gas pegged it kinda feels like I'm flying. Whenever I need some time on my own, or figure something out or calm down, I'll just drive (weather permitting of course, thou I've been known to just crank the heat). The last person I triend to share this with told me to put the roof on and roll up the windows...
Even thou my car's getting old I think I'll want to always keep it, or if not it then a simmilar car. My mom keeps bugging me to trade Tyra in, but I can't. Or won't until the day I can afford Halle...
Rhoel.
The Guy's Rules.
I got this from my friend Lora and decided to share.
The Guys' Rules
At last a guy has taken the time to write this all
down. Finally, the guys' side of the story.
(I must admit, it's pretty good.)
We always hear "the rules"
from the female side. Now here are the rules from the
male side. These are our rules!
Please note... these are all numbered "1"
ON PURPOSE!
1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If
it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down.
You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it
down.
1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon or the
changing of the tides. Let it be.
1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going
to think of it that way.
1. Crying is blackmail.
1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one:
Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work!
Obvious hints do not work!
Just say it!
1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to
almost every question.
1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help
solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your
girlfriends are for.
1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem.
See a doctor.
1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an
argument. In fact, all comments become null and void
after 7 days.
1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls,
don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.
1. If you think you're fat, you probably are.
Don't ask us.
1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and
one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the
other one.
1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how
you want it done. Not both. If you already know best
how to do it, just do it yourself.
1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to
say during commercials.
1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions and
neither do we.
1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default
settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color.
Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.
1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.
1. If we ask what is wrong and you say nothing," we
will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying,
but it is just not worth the hassle.
1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to,
expect an answer you don't want to hear.
1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything
you wear is fine...Really.
1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you
are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the
shotgun formation, or monster trucks.
1. You have enough clothes.
1. You have too many shoes.
1. I am in shape. Round is a shape.
1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to
sleep on the couch tonight; but did you know men really
don't mind that? It's like camping.
If one dosn't have anything nice to say...
Well it's been a long ass time since I've written anything. It's not that I didn't have anything nice to say more like that I had more not very nice things to say. Lets see, what have I been doing...how about some random hits...
...before I forget I must mention that my cousin Elena Juatco made it to Toronto for the Canadian Idol finals. Pls vote! If she makes it far I'm planning to fly out there to support her, actually I've been looking for a reason to go back to TO for a while...
...don't you hate it when the last girl you were seeing tells you that she no longer is bi-curious (a term I just learned) but is fully bisexual and intruduces you to her gf? I hate when that happens...
...I was talking to a friend back east catching up and stuff when she mentioned that I was much happier when I was dateing white girls. She mentioned that for someone who goes thru pains to avoid drama that I'd been asking for it with the flips I've been dateing lately. I just think it's symptomatic of the type of ppl I've been meeting lately...
...I've been kickin it at the beach alot. Remincint of my days in hawaii. Not reminicent is the wicked farmer tan I've been inflicted with. If anyone wants to play beach v-ball we're always down there...
...I'm learning to play the bass guitar. I practiced all night and now my finger tips on my left hand have been numb all day. I hope it's only temporary because I do some of my more...,immortant things, with my left and I hate to dissapoint. (btw I finally found out what finger 11 means)...
...that's about it. I'll be writing more now that I have more time, this past 3 weeks have been utterly rediculous especially considering I'm used to only working about 3 hours a day for a few days every other week!!! Ciao for now brown cow and see you soon on the dark side of the moon. R
