Summer 07

May 11th - arrived at the Centennial airport.... ahhh i'ne never thought i'd welcome that familiar smell of diesel. Driving around Manila is like playing a road rage arcade game, steer away from unpredictable pedestrains and test your nerves on a singitan contest...honking earns extyra points.

12th - It was hot. When I melted into what appears to be a wimpy piece of soaked rag, I decided to stay indoors.

13th -Migraine, migraine, migraine.

14th - Hotel hunting for sis.

15th - Sis arrives. - 22nd All sched for sis.

20th - Mallof Asia - same stuff, just bigger. Dampa was cool.

22nd - LASIK - farewell eyeglasses - hello starbursts, halos and blurry-vision-up-close and some hazy stuff. Dr. says its temporary. I really hope so.

23rd - Bed rest at hotel. breakfast at local carinderia. Heavenly.

24th - St.Luke's, follow up eye-check. Grocery for birthday. Japanese cuisine tonite.

25th - Shopping

26th - Dermatologist check

27th - 28th - Baguio

29th - Eye Check. Dental appt. Derma - whoooa ..overhaul.

30 - Cemetery, bid father farewell. San Agustin church - reflection and closures.

June 1 - Back to Okinawa.

Hate Me by Blue October

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I have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head

They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed

Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone

Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home

There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain

An ounce of peace is all I want for you.

Will you never call again?And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?

And will you never try to reach me?

It is I that wanted space

Hate me today

Hate me tomorrow

Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in ways

Yeah ways hard to swallow

Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you

I'm sober now for 3 whole months it's one accomplishment that you helped me with

The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won't touch again

In a sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night

While I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight

You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate

You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take

So I'll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind

And do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind

Hate me today

Hate me tomorrow

Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in ways

Yeah ways hard to swallow

Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you

And with a sad heart I say bye to you and wave

Kicking shadows on the street for every mistake that I had made

And like a baby boy I never was a man

Until I saw your blue eyes cry and I held your face in my hand

And then I fell down yelling t'make it go away!・

Just make a smile come back and shine just like it used to be

And then she whispered How can you do this to me?

Hate me today

Hate me tomorrow

Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in waysYeah ways hard to swallow

Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you

For you

For you

For you

[Children voices:]If you're sleeping, are you dreaming,

if you're dreaming are you dreaming of me.

I can't believe you actually picked me

[Girl:] Hey Justin! [x12]

The Station

The Station
by Robert J. Hastings

Tucked away in our subconscious minds is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long, long trip that almost spans the continent. We're traveling by passenger train, and out the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hills, of biting winter and blazing summer and cavorting spring and docile fall.

But uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour we will pull into the station. There sill be bands playing, and flags waving. And once we get there so many wonderful dreams will come true. So many wishes will be fulfilled and so many pieces of our lives finally will be neatly fitted together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for loitering ... waiting, waiting, waiting, for the station.
However, sooner or later we must realize there is no one station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us.

"When we reach the station, that will be it !" we cry. Translated it means, "When I'm 18, that will be it ! When I buy a new 450 SL Mercedes Benz, that will be it ! When I put the last kid through college, that will be it ! When I have paid off the mortgage, that will be it ! When I win a promotion, that will be it ! When I reach the age of retirement, that will be it ! I shall live happily ever after !" Unfortunately, once we get it, then it disappears. The station somehow hides itself at the end of an endless track.

"Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled with Psalm 118:24: "This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it." It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad. Rather, it is regret over yesterday or fear of tomorrow. Regret and fear are twin thieves who would rob us of today. So, stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot oftener, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more and cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. The station will come soon enough.

...... i will not buy another camera because my G7 is it!, I will not buy a D40 because it will give me better pics, I will not buy a D40 because it gives better edge on low-light situations, i will not buy D40... I will not.. I will nnn... I will probably...I will