tis the season

2 bites already. ..mosquitos are one species i wouldn't mind go extinct

a moment with uncle

me *about to go to work at 11am*: alright, bye uncle
uncle: you think you'll be home early or late tonight?
(*side note: my work consists of whatever is given that day and stay until it's finished...and he knows this*)
me: uh, i  don't know. i haven't even gotten to work yet...

like i can tell the future. smh

me af

is that so much to ask?

scumbag body

i hate you. ..

a moment with mom

mom: be careful leaving your food out. i saw on the news that there's this green worm thing that crawls on your food and...
me: really? where was this at?
mom: in Viet Nam.
me: ...*rolls eyes* i'm not gonna worry about a 3rd country parasite that will never make it's way to the US
mom: well i'm concerned. i put your food away!
me: ...

dreams speak to you

and mine apparently wants me to die from choking on a ball of gum. wtf, dream?! what did i ever do to you? more like you did ME wrong by filling it up with all these fantasies like love, and interactions with people who are not in my life anymore, and success, and happiness...boo! who needs those!

man...they don't know

without hesitation

you can't hide from me!

once i see you, you're dead! dead, i tells ya! you hear me?! no escaping! you're not faster than me...and you sure as hell ain't bigger. you can't fucking hide! i'ma get you every time! leave you laid out and drenched! i fucking hate you!

instant ragret

i know i shouldn't have. i know i didn't want to...but a part of me did. however small that part was, it was louder and more powerful than the other part that told me not to proceed. i did it anyway. i wish i didn't. ..

nothing of the past were visible in those eyes. not an ounce remained. no remnants. it was like a stranger...like, someone had an intimate vendetta against me, took their time implementing their scheme, and unleashed it after over a decade of being dormant. i mean, was i THAT blind? i pride myself in being aware; more awared than others. then again, was everyone around me blinded, too? this can't be real. ..yet, it is?

i try to move on. i AM trying to move on. i am moving on. i've MOVED on! ...or have i? my soul soaked the impact like a sponge when i seen it, now leaving me with this heavines...i thought. ..guess i thought wrong. but, but...i rarely miscalculate. is this just residual effects? i need to breathe. i need air. this will require time...yet i don't need space. my heart is beating so loud that anymore space than what i have right now will just be drums echoing this negativity. this doubt. lack of self worth. failure.

none of which i shall succumb to. i will right this ship. it's been done before...it can be done again. i've been through the worst. this is just removing the gooey substances leftover from peeling the bandaid.

the girl of my dream

no, literally. this is her.

❤

technology post-mortem

i'm at my favorite Asian restaurant, Phu Khang, for lunch. at my 2 o'clock was a Vietnamese couple, prolly in their late 30's, early 40's (we aged well, sorry i can't tell) sitting across from each other at a table for 4. the wife sat at the end seat towards the aisle while the husband sat diagonally from her towards the window. after their order was taken, they both proceeded to be on their individual phone and ignoring their partner until the food arrives...

if you don't see anything wrong with that then you must have your face glued to the screen as well. ironically i'm on my phone as i'm writing this but i haven't been posting for awhile now. i just feel that this advance technology age that we're living in not only affect the kids growing up but the older generation as well. i mean, you would RARELY see an older couple be engaged in smart phones. they seem to shy away from them due to their fear of the technology. yet, it was perfectly normal for a husband and wife to just sit there ignoring each other.

i know, i know, they may have great conversations at home or what not...but from what i can tell there alone? not really. i went out with my buddy and his girlfriend yesterday. they're both active online and such but he never once whipped out his phone. his girlfriend did so every once in a while but it wasn't obnoxiously noticeable. and it's the small factors like that i appreciate them greatly as friends. and trust me, i will be quick to tell people to put away their phone. we are adults. let's engage like adults; not robotic zombies

my first love...and i will admit it felt like my first love, despite the non mutual feeling...we used to chat online. in fact, it was opposite back then where technology actually made us closer. on top of that, she would get tired and tell me to call her. i would love nothing more than to be able to call her again today. however, i'm not her man...it'd be weird to just call her when we can just text back and forth. until that day comes, i can just remember back then when i could just listen to her annoying self over the phone. even if she gets occupied by her background surrounding, it was worth talking to her. like, verbally. hearing the voice from someone you like does something to you...it makes a difference.

maybe i'm old school like that. maybe i would rather hand deliver someone flowers at their door instead sending a gift. maybe i would like to call you when you're not busy just to hear you breathe...or in her case, yelling at me or telling me how cute her dogs are. ("isn't he kyoooote?!") no, you are. and i'm hoping one day she'll realize that...

it shouldn't have to feel like it...

waking up at a new age. the pain and soreness makes it feel like this new age thing is really taking it's toll on my body. luckily it was just my workout...hopefully. sadly it's not recovering as quickly as i hoped, but that's what i get for only having 1 rest day. i was barely able to squeezed out half my regimen; felt like a failure. i'll try to rest today. enjoy today. thanks weather God for having this nice ass sunny yet freezing my dick off day. beggars can't be choosers

1/3 down, 2/3 to go...h00t! h00t!

me rn

til: english is stupid

was in the middle of complaining, and trying to figure out how to use the word 'sheep' in plural form. apparently, there is none. sheep can be use as a singular or plural. just like swine and deer.

so, in a nutshell: goose is geese but moose isn't meese. drop the y to add ies like fry to fries but moneys is apparently acceptable along with monies. however, honies isn't. if there's an x then add es for box to boxes, and drop the f for ves with leaf to leaves. yet swine, deer, and sheep remains the same...but pines, peers, and creeps have s.

ok, English. whatever tickle your pickle

so weak

such a disgrace. haven't been working out steadily and instead of at least dieting properly, i had fucking 2 burgers, 2 fries, and a large soda for lunch. oh, and a 4 piece nuggets. weak! weak! weak! fucking fat ass. that's why i'm here 3 in the morning working this shit (or at least thinking i am...trying anyway) off. i hope this fucking spare tire and permanent roll imprint will be a constant reminder of what a failure i am. i'm not going to get anywhere, see any results if i continue to be weak minded, lack willpower, and poorly disciplined.

thumbnail lied to me

thanks for the reminder, life

me: *wakes up & stretches* ugh fuck this morning workout. i'ma stay in bed
me: *looks at gut protruding* ...fuuuck!

i love my Dad

even at his older age he still likes experiencing new things, having fun while doing so

this tiny, Asian man will haunt your dreams. if not the face then the sweats and his signature fanny pack shall. he gives 0 fucks what anyone thinks. it's ironic when i was little i wanted to go to the mall without my parents. nowadays i wanna take them places and experience different, new things that they wouldn't be able to themselves. our time with them are limited, and i understand that. most don't. i would sacrifice my own time for my parents if they need anything. i'm still selfish at times, we all are. but majority of the time, family is priority

the nerve of people

was browsing the feed and saw this dude with 'tattoo' in his username, like, example: jimthetattooman

except...he only has 2. i guess i should be dr. sebastian since i did picked a splinter out all by myself. no anesthesia needed

so...we got a bunny

our dog died last year. my sister's been begging for a new dog but despite being an adult, she's still a fucking idiot kid. and an idiot kid won't take care of a live creature properly. that's why if she does get 1, my mom would be the one taking care of it. but somehow she came home from work with a a bunny. a baby bunny that she found on the sidewalk near her job