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Thursday, 22 January 2009

  • Falldrops keep rainin' on my head...

    Or something to that extent. Just took the trash out and it's raining. Much needed, since California's been having a dry spell this winter.

    It's been a while since I've done an "all nighter/project" post. I'd usually make this post when I begin a project/lab book/term paper that is due tomorrow, now today, and edit the post when I finish at some odd time in the morning. So here's to another sleepless night!

    Oh and to whom I owe this honour? Myself, for procrastinating. And perhaps Mr. Aurthur Blair, aka George Orwell, and the wonderful novel 1984.


    Edit: I finished at 6:54 in the morning.

Friday, 29 August 2008

  • It's over.

    Rest In Peace Mom
    I know you weren't the greatest, but I know you always tried your best. I know how hard you and dad tried to raise me when I was a kid. Everyone used to tell me stories of how you'd stop the car just because I was crying and rock me till I fell back asleep. Of how I could only be carried by you, or pushed the stroller by you. Not even dad could touch my stroller without me starting to wail. Sorry I wasn't always there for you. Miss you even more now. I miss you knowing that I'd never get to talk with you again. Wish you could have seen my graduation. You all out there who've got mothers, be grateful. And please do me a favor, tell them you love 'em. If you don't, you might lose the chance later.

    The saddest part is that
    I wasted my last day with her, not even with her. I was playing some damn game. I should have spent it with her. She held on until I went up to say goodnight. Then her breathe began to shorten. "I love you, mom.". I haven't cried this much in months. We all were there. Dad, Grandpa, my younger sister and myself. I held her hand when she went.

    It's probably pretty damn hard on my Dad too. I'd be hit pretty bad if my spouse died...

    Now my sister is crying. She's holding our dog Yoshi, sobbing. I'll go try to cheer her up.

    Love you Mom.

Saturday, 23 August 2008

  • My Xanga's mission statement.

    There is a saying that goes something along the lines of:
                 "A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts"

    Am I going to write every blog post while I'll be hammered? No. I'll be presenting my thoughts in a fashion that I see fit, regardless of how dumb or biased the reader may think it is.

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