New beginnings.
All is quiet on New Year's day
A world in white gets underway
I want to be with you, be with you, night and day
Nothing changes on New Year's day
On New Year's day
New Year's Day-U2
I was looking for the words to "Auld Lang Syne" and since I didn't know how to spell "Old Ang Zie" I had to google "New Years Lyrics" and found this. I read the lyrics a few times because to me I love all U2 songs but for a while there a lot of their songs were VERY similar and I was trying to capture the tune in my head. I couldn't get the tune of "Streets have no names" outta my head and found these lyrics work to that song...anyways. Reading the lyrics kinda summed up my feelings on New Years in general.
What the lyrics say to me is that New Years day is a new beginning. And with the promise of new possibilities some promise to change, yet some things don't change and sometimes for the better. And with the more things that do change the more they stay the same, and sometimes for the better. Kinda like how the love for something will never change no matter how much I change, like my love for hockey, my car and my x-box.
So it's that time of year again. To make some resolutions. I normally take the easy way out and resolve to cure world hunger or for world peace or something. But lets see what lofty goals I can set for myself this year.
#1 with a bullet hasn't changed for the last 5 years. Get in shape, and no small print here, get in shape other than ball shaped. I'm not going to resolve to get ripped or anything like that, but I need to shed this Molson muscle and I'll be happy. Baby steps. I'll trade my one pack for any other number of packs. The longer I put off getting it off the harder it'll be.
#2 is actually the major cause of #1. I gotta start to eat properly. I'm not talking diets or anything, I mean eating properly. If one is what one eats, then I'm a junk food. Resolving #2 will go a long ways to resolving #1. I propose eating on time and in moderation. As opposed to eating when ever and in excess.
#3 Find eternal happiness. Self explanatory. Not too lofty a goal I'd say.
Now that I look back, these resolutions look strangely familiar...
Anyways, from all of me to all of you Happy New Years and a partridge in a pear tree. See you on the other side. I'm all freaked out about the Y2k5 bug. Rhoel.
So this is Christmas...
So it's not the same when you already know before hand what you have received. It's even worse when they ask you what you want and you ask them what they want.
So there's a lot of cops out, I'm afraid to drive because I feel guilty even thou I haven't done anything.
So I was buying gas and put in 20.01 worth. The dude at the counter gave me 29.99 in change. I was wondering why it was taking so long for him to count out 30 bucks. It was weird them not rounding to 20 but made me wonder why they don't make you pay the penny more often. Usually I pay the penny anyways 'cause I have a million of them in my car ash tray. It's not like pennies are real money anyways.
So what's the point of having Christmas lights on the house when I plug them in when I get home at around 10 o clock and unplug them when I leave in the morning at 9? Nobody gets to see them.
So I was wrapping my gifts and noticed that I bought myself a lot of stuff. Just to cut down on the embarrassment factor I'm only going to wrap 2 gifts for myself. My mom had BLD ppl over last night and I was wondering why they were laughing...they had seen my gifts for myself "To Ging....from Ging..."
So I don't get embarrassed. I don't think there's anything that can embarrass me. I mean I danced on stage in a bahug...with my nice one pack giggling like a bowl full of jelly.
So my flip nickname is Ging.
So apparently the term 'flip' is the equivalent of calling someone 'nigger'. I'm flip and don't find anything wrong with the term. I just think the term 'Filipino' is too long. Maybe I should stop calling my brother 'nigger'. While I'm at it maybe I should stop calling him 'phucker'. I just think being PC is so 19forgoten and that some phuckers should just relax.
So the PC term for dude's that rummage thru dumpsters are 'binners'.
So from all of me to all of you, Merry and Happy and don't let the bed bugs bite!
So Rhoel.
'Twas the Night of KP Christmas
'Twas the Night of KP Christmas, when all through Jenilee's place
Everyone was getting hammered, as is always the case.
Mel hung out by the doorway with care,
In hopes that Nic Losanez soon would be there;
The KPlastics danced and shouted, I forget most of their names,
While sugar and caffeine surged through their veins;
Laughing and speaking too fast to understand,
I think Mia's the ringleader of this merry little band.
When out in the living room they layed out a new platter,
I sprang to the table to see if I could get fatter.
I stopped and posed yet again when I saw a mad dash,
it's amazing how ppl just materialize moments before the flash.
The blouse on the breast of some chick I don't know,
garners my attention on the goodie's below,
when what to my wandering eyes should appear,
I'm looking at VJ, it must be the beer.
Out on the driveway made of red brick,
Pulling up in a black Mazda is Lauren and Nic.
Bye now I'm quite hammered I can't remember anyone's names;
I have nothing better to do lets give it a try.
Now, Will is the dancer, Iris the sexy Vixen, Emily's the cute kid,
that's Marc A sober in the kitchen!
But no matter how long I stared or beat my head on the wall,
Theirs too many new ppl I can't remember them all!
And then, in a clatter, I heard the majhong tiles scatter
some kind of bird call is a win I now gather.
With a drink in my hand, and was turning around,
I noticed Randy gossiping and making his rounds.
He was dressed like Seth Cohen, from his head to his toe,
And his clothes were all ironed with no wrinkles that show;
Talking real close and in low tones,
The gossip must be about someone I know.
His eyes--how they twinkled! His expression animated!
This news was hot action and can't be belated!
His cirle of conspirators where drawn in like a string,
oohing and laughing at every little thing.
Soon it was time to recycle some gifts,
The ghosts of past Santa's that were very very thrift.
We joke and we laugh as we pass them around,
Hey didn't I give you that last year you clown!?
Soon we spoke our goodbyes, time to go straight home,
Jenilee, it's time for clean-up, I say with a smirk,
I hope I don't have to touch my nose on the side of some road,
with red and blue flashers between here and my abode.
I sprang to my sled, gave the ignition a twist,
dropped down on my clutch and thru forward my fist.
And I exclaimed as I drove out of sight,
I love these moments with KP, man what a good night.
Rhoel.
Chicken Soup for the Ro.
So I think I've out distanced my sick period all thou I still have a scratchy throat and am constantly thirsty. My sexy sick voice isn't as sexy as Phoebe's thou. One thing I love about being sick is that I eat mostly soup, one of my favorite foods that I don't eat enough of. When I was a kid I was bone thin (hard to believe huh?) and all I ate was chicken soup. Didn't matter what brand or incarnation (to add water or not to add water, that is the question) I didn't care, I just wanted my chicken soup and to be left alone. I was so finicky that I'd smell anything before I ate it an usually the smell would turn me off and I didn't want it. My dad used to make me sit there all night until I ate what was on my plate and I remember how I used to pretend to fall asleep so my mom would take me to bed. My whole life as a kid was walking around while grown ups told me to eat more. It used to piss me off. Why do I ever listen to grown ups? Now look at me, you've all created a monster!!! It was funny remembering all of this the other day as I devoured a giant bowl of yummy chicken soup. Now that I'm a grown up (I suppose that I am) maybe that's why I don't listen to myself anymore. But that doesn't stop me from talkin to myself thou...
The Booby Trap.
Booby traps are designed to trap boobies. Much like a crab trap is designed to trap crabs etc etc. Today I'm the booby. I got this email from Christina Cordova inviting me to receive free text msging. I've received many of these invites before and usually flush them because isn't texting free anyways??? So I get up early, still groggy from the night time sick remedies and promptly signed on to this free texting thing because to tell the truth I was mildly curious on what the dealio was (I've been watching my Dark Angel season one DVD's). And as soon as it kicked me out of msn msnger (to presumably access my contact list) I realized that I am the booby. I don't mind if I pick up a land mine and get blown to kingdom come but if someone else gets pinched because of my stupidity then I'll feel bad. For all those that receive a free text invite from me, I'm sorry for being a booby. Don't let it be you.
Sickboy.
BTW, in case any of you spelling police are interested the way you spell Phoebe is "P" as in "Phoebe, "H" as in "Hoebe, "O" as in "Oebe", "E" as in "Ebe", "B" as in "Bebe", and "E" as in "E Yeah!". I believe that is a fairly accurate quote if my memory serves.
