Perception

I guess perception really is everything.

Gchat Status Message Fun

I can't say how it all started but a few Gchat friends and I started putting up 30 Rock quotes as our status messages. It's been fun.

Here they are:

me: ''Werewolf bar mitzvah, spooky scary. Boys becoming men, men becoming wolves.'' - Tracy Jordan

Vivian: I wolfed my Teamster sub for you!

Bushra: Where are the fries I did not ask for? You have to anticipate me!

Jonathan: Affirmative action was designed to keep women and minorities in competition with each other to distract us while white dudes inject AIDS into our chicken nuggets. That's a metaphor!

Vivian again: I'm just going through the classic stages of grief: fear, denial, horniness, wisdom, sleepiness and now depression

Ok so Bushra told me this is how it all started:

Bushra: actually, if you REALLY want to know how it started...my twitter update yesterday: "The contractors and I have to choose a place for mgmt to take us out to lunch w/team. Wondering if there's a sit-down Quizno's in Oakland..." Then Vivian's reply: "@bushra_b Hahaha! Or go to the corner store and ask them to pay for you bag of Sabor de Soledad!"Then me again: "@Viv_C I just can't stop eating that stuff..."Then vivian again: "@bushra_b http://bit.ly/26gxSU"And that, my friends, is how I found out about all the shirts with quotes on themThank you, thank you, * taking a bow *

King of Pop

Ever since I was very young I have loved Michael Jackson. Actually, his name was the first thing I could spell. I would bounce around on my bed and spell "M-I-C-H-A-E-L J-A-C-K-S-O-N."

I would dance around to all his songs and tell my parents' friends that one day I was going to marry him. Of course this happened to be in the 80's when he was on top of the world. He was the Superstar.

As I grew older and weird accounts of Michael began to surface it really saddened me of what he had become. He really was an alien from another planet. How can he relate to anyone, no one has achieved what he has achieved.

Since his passing, I'd only like to remember the good things about Michael. From 1990 and earlier. He was a great part of my childhood and I feel like that's gone now.

Goodbye Michael. I hope you find your peace.

My Dream Last Night

I had this dream last night where it was this massive family event at what must be a recreational center because it wasn't any house or place I recognized. I remember seeing my eldest aunt's youngest daughter and her daughter there.

I weaved through a mass of faceless people and ended up near this bright window where my uncle was sitting. (He passed away a year and a half ago). He was sitting there smiling. I greeted him and when I gave him a hug, it felt warm. When I went to sit down, he was gone.

And then I woke up. I guess this may be my way of saying good bye to my uncle. He slipped away so suddenly. He went into a diabetic coma and then passed two days after that. I found out too late.

I remember seeing him, laying there, dressed up, hair combed and looking waxy. It's not the way I want to remember him.

My best memory of him is everytime I saw him, he'd greet me with a "punch my stomach". His stomach was very round but very hard. And I wind up and punch him as hard as I could and it felt like my hand hit a bunch of bricks. I'd be rubbing my hand and he'd laughing hard, happy.

In Country Sleep

"Never and never, my girl riding far and near
In the land of the hearthstone tales, and spelled asleep,
Fear or believe that the wolf in a sleepwhite hood
Loping and bleating roughly and blithely shall leap,
My dear, my dear
Out of a lair in the flocked leaves in the dew dipped year
To eat your heart in the house in the rosy wood.

Sleep, good, for ever, slow and deep, spelled rare and wise,
My girl ranging the night in the rose and shire
Of the hobnail tales: no gooseherd or swine will turn
Into a homestall king or hamlet of fire
And prince of ice
To court the honeyed heart from your side before sunrise
In a spinney of ringed boys and ganders, spike and burn,
Nor the innocent lie in the rooting dingle wooed
And staved, and riven among plumes my rider weep.

From the broomed witch’s spume you are shielded by fern
And flower of country sleep and the greenwood keep.
Lie fast and soothed,
Safe be and smooth from the bellows of the rushy brood."
~Dylan Thomas, In Country Sleep

Egyptians Love Jamaicans

Lucky Yap. ;)

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