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| don’t you hate it when you come so close to something but yet so far to
really ever have it? you know, the fact that you came so near to
finding out how many licks it takes to reach the center of a tootsie
pop and just missing it by a bite? (mr. owl, it's not three bites! you
ruined my childhood!)
it’s like finally deciding to take a piece
of that cake and finding out that it’s really made of nonfat imitation
soy milk. as when you took a dive in watching an obscure movie, then
realizing that it’s a worthy classic but you missed the best part and
can’t hit rewind. no, its not ironic, but miserably inhibiting and
irritating. the worst part is that you got a taste of it and you like
it, and you’re itching to know what combination made it so damn good.
and in sporadic momentary glimpse of clarity, you realize from time to
time, "how did i even get here in the first place?"
no brainer
answer? of course... let go. it's about allowing that freedom... to
grow, right? if it's not ready, then wait. let the story unfold,
slowly. nothing is certain now, but usually in the end it will turn out
right. it's a chaotically refined symphony smoothed in timeless
perfection. a requiem transformed to an ageless prize... the bottomless
inkwell... the countless blessings.
if you dont have a clue of
what i’m really talking about, dont worry, you’re probably not alone...
i’m really just upset that i lost my lunch money.
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| wednesday, dec 12. i decided to ditch work and managed to get gabe and
cel to hit mtn high. i havent seen her in 2 years. it was like meeting
your ex, familiar yet awkward. or, just awkward.
the first drop
was sloppy in the beginning; the snow was taking control rather than my
foot. i felt i had to throw myself on the direction of the fishtail to
avoid catching edge. she had decent powder so i had no excuse. but
halfway down, before the only diamond drop, i decided to go all in like
a sureshot poker hand on the river, and hope that my unwaxed base had
enough PTEX left to smooth the ride. and hell!... it was a definitely
familiar feeling... she wasn't my ex after all..
soon, i got
my balls back to start doing table tops, rails, and jumps again. all
50/50s though, no boardslides yet. but the highlight was a faint
nosepress on a 80 foot tabletop. i managed to land a 180 on a smaller
jump flexing the nose of the board on landing. the low of the run was a
kink rainbow rail that i faceplanted, gracefully. my tailbone took the
beating. i was bitching and thinking out loud all the cuss words i
knew. i did it in 3 different languages and some made up ones for 5
straight minutes. that's an accomplishment. okay, so it was still
awkward.
dont get me wrong, im not that good at all and by
far, great. i just figured that an average person lives for 70 some-odd
years and what better way to die than to do the things you love... and
i love beating my tailbone.
overall, i was satisfied with the
runs. the snow was above decent, for an early winter ride but still had
some hard-packed spots and the occasional ice. for being in socal, i
cant complain. i still need to get comfortable, then i can call her
mine, yes, all mine. the kink rainbow did own me... 'til the next
fresh powder...
stay tuned for the next forecast... | | |
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Joanne: are you enjoying your day?
Sent at 10:52 AM on Wednesday
me: yeah
i think everyone else is cause it's the day God gave me to the world
j/k
Sent at 10:56 AM on Wednesday
Joanne: oh my gosh...still cocky even with all the attention
me: ![[equal smile]](http://mail.google.com/mail/images/cleardot.gif)
Joanne: im also happy cause i got an approval to take a vacation for the seattle trip
oh and yeah im happy cause God let you in this world today
me: hahaha
yea He doesnt regret it either
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| Dear fans of thoughtless conversations,
It is always a foreseeable pleasure to
speak with you every morning, afternoon, and evening. Your common
antics, trivial yet preposterous, lack every sensible hint of reasoning
and rationality. If one were to observe us, as paralleled to a
panopticon, they would find no commendable basis of reasonable
apprehension. Best they remain unseen, for our interaction absent of
cohesive intelligence will surely induce an effervescent vessel of
embarrassment running up their spine. Yet, we have managed to sustain a
sub-normal conversation, incessantly appealing and captivated by
grounds of incoherent and spasmodic anecdotes.
Sometimes, I could not help but
contemplate how boring things could render to if we both ascertained
the chaotically enigmatic dialogue we exchange. However, I have come to
realize as I wrote the preceding sentences, that in fact, this entry is
a manifestation of how one of us has arrived to that discernment. The
words delivered were not of wanton intentions. Instead, it elucidates
our incompetency to conceive a comprehensible and perspicacious
exchange of thoughts but significantly illuminates the value of cheap
entertainment.
In simple words: often times I hardly
understand what you're saying and what we talk about, but we both make
each other laugh until we shart¹ because both of us can agree that
free entertainment void of common sense, is the way to go.
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¹ feces laced gaseous discharge: shit + fart = shart
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| so these lyrics have flooded my mind lately...
[maybe an incidental foreshadowing of my trifling and obviously negligible life]
The time slows by when you’re waiting
Empty pictures on the wall
I wonder what you think about when you’re dreaming
Could it be the only time I’m on your mind?
I count the ways to say “I’m sorry”
But you’ve heard enough and now we’re through
But if you listen carefully to my heartbeat
My love for you, the only thing it knows is true
Have I seen you around before?
Could you forget or turn around like before?
‘til we meet again
I wanna meet again
I fool myself and say I’m happy
But deep inside I’m crying blue
Cause my head and my heart wont let go
Of a memory and the beat that gets me through
Have I seen you around before?
Could you forget or turn around like before?
‘til we meet again
Until we meet again
Please don’t walk away
Give me just one day
In this world, to get done
Don’t turn around I’m getting cold
My weather is turning gray
Can I see you around once more?
Could we forget or turn around like before?
‘til we meet again
I wanna meet again
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