On peut dire que j'avais des discrétiones avec la forme en que mommy et daddy m'avait grandir. En mon case, je n'avais l'opportunité pour fait mes désires, mise en secundaire a cause de les suggestiones et les demandes de mes parents. C'est à dire malheureusment que ces obligations m'ai consumé.
Je vois comme mes parents grandissent à mon petit frère, diego. Quel chance qu'il se racontrer. Avec son troisième, mes parents le fassent differentment: il a la liberté de faire qu'il voulait.
I seem to wonder, let my mind wander because of the thoughts i ponder. What could have been is not, and what is may not have been. I'm perplexed as to why i played these cards. Had i acted in favor of some events, could i have altered the present? Had i neglected other things, would i have avoided dissatisfaction?
Insight is both a curse and a blessing. To know is to be aware and permits alterations to the now to improve on the future. But to not know is also a good thing; to not have thoughts of regret and wonder haunt the memory, and thus preventing an action to another reaction.
If only matters were as selective as hearing, neglecting to catch on to things that do not pertain to the now or to one's self, and to be alert and ready to digest the sounds about the present and how it will affect the future.
There is always a reason for why things are as they are, however a part of me wishes that i was oblivious until ALL things relevant unfurl. To sit here digesting fragments and to attempt to guess how things will work out is a torture, almost as bad as not knowing altogether.
O que que é esse amor, d'água Deve sentir muito parecido a esse amor. Esse amor com paixão, aí que coisa Eu sei que eu não quero mais nada Que coisa louca.
Is a 4 year gap too young? apparently the young guys are digging me, even though I want an aged wine. They're too fresh and their ideology is so unreal.
Black guys dig me. I don't know how i feel about that though... They're hot, but I want a nice white boy... or asian... maybe even a latino, haha. Chocolate is fun, but they have a habit of proving that (gay or straight) they're incapable of commitment. Ugh....
Don't care much for Keri Hilson, but upon listening to this song, it brought back memories of shit that had started off right around now, last year. How creepy. How alienated.
You're the reason I don't change my number Don't you know it's still the same And I bet you remember that summer When we kicked it everyday Don't know how it happened, just happened Kinda like we faded away And I feel so alienated, don't you feel so alienated
I miss you and I want you back I lost your signal, Where you at? And I don't know how we lost contact Where did you go? I'm searching for you Can't get you outta my system Outta my system, Outta my system Can't get you outta my system Outta my system, Outta my system Can't get you outta my system Outta my system, Outta my system Where did you go? I'm searching for you
had this been 6 months ago, it would be relevant, but now a year after the matter, he doesn't really mean much to me, at least no more than a memory would; something that you recall for inspiration.
It's only a little piece of our family, but they mean a lot to me even if they don't know it.
AV 12-2 pt 1 (2007-2008). The original was the best. Luman, Eric, Mark and myself. I was the glue that made it THE PLACE, Mark brought gastronomy, Luman alcoholism (lol), and Eric... well himself. We did it well. Lizzy the 5th roommate, who brought Jurell and Brent, who brought lara and Renee... and well.... pt 2 (2008-2009), I stepped out, but was still there, and Mark, Jurell and Brent held it down. New faces, new feel, but it was still the gathering place, a Honolulu perse.
"This is my family. I found it, all on my own. Is little, and broken, but still good. Yeah, still good."
This great debate is one of many resulting from my overly-anticipated exiting from undergraduate. 8 credits, 3 classes, and trips too numerous to count to NCC and SUNY P to get paperwork and anxiety about this departure out of the way. This degree is what this summer is about, almost as much as it will be about the sun, the beach and of course writing. Two weeks have passed where i've refrained from doing any work on my book, or on my thesis. They need to get done so that this chapter can be done. August, that's when it'll all be over.
...and tonight I just realized why I feel awkward in the gay community: gay guys suck, and Im not talking about fellatio. I have few gay friends and can't even manage to find a worthwhile guy, and sitting in the car with my new buddy and listening to his gay drama, I'm kind of relieved. Maybe death in relationship solitude won't be so bad if I avoid the drama and bullshit. "if this is a rom-com, kill the director.'
French Major, Asian Studies Minor, Latin American by birth and New Yorker by nature.
I know of the world, but want more. You need a translation guide to get me.
