NYC:  02 points

MD:  01 point

NM:  00 points

Not even been a whole week back from MA and I have to update this newfangled thing called “Xanga”.  Anyways, I am getting a tan.  And SOOO TCB while the above is TBC…

That pesky antenna. After this summer, I’ll be able to take pictures from the driver’s seat. How’s THAT for multi-tasking, eh?

Is there a way I can edit my teeth to be a whiter shade of pale yellow? Horrible. Let that be a lesson to you kiddies: drinking coffee is a no-no.

I am not a traitor to Lollicup. NO I’M NOT!

The story of my so-called life.

The Leaning Tower of Prudential.

I’m starting to really look at this move after Summer 2006. “I’m cereal.” “I’M CEREAL!” Trust me. Everyone will know the results of Decision 2006. Duh-duh—DUH!

I think I’m going crazy.

1)  UPS or FedEx?

2)  NYC or MD or NM?

These are just some of the issues on my mind now… 

I realized yesterday as I looked up at the grey sky blanketing Porter [  ] that I really am going to miss this place.  Going back home for Summer ’06 may just be the best thing for me now.  Or the worst…..

Part of me just wants to start anew…a”new” like New Mexico…

Too many “…”  “GOOOSH!!!”

A dear friend and I held a conversation on the way back to the Batmobile last evening. We discussed how fascinating our minds work, in relation to how we retain and write over memories. Saturday evening was filled with reminiscing of good times. Yet I found it fascinating how in the moment of making them, 90.0% of the time we don’t recognize how important they will become. They keep us warm, fearful, hopeful, depressed, and in love…

And then I asked Jeff if he was making new memories in NYC, and he said “yes”. New memories get re-written over old ones. And the past exactly becomes nothing but “lost” time. If we were to remember exactly every single detail, trip, sad/happy moment, perhaps we would spontaneously combust after reaching maximum saturation point. That is the beauty of life. Those that are conscious of life, actually live it. *Ahem* Hence my picture…

I’ve been fortunate to sit in a car with peEple that can stand me; they are also along for the proverbial “ride”. We believe we are headed to some place, which 95.5% of the time is out of focus. If we get lost, then it’s managable. If we focus on the now, then for some reason it also helps each other. It’s kind of difficult to explain.

A big, great thank you to everyone who came out last night. Everyone, except Tums. He almost got us run over by a GreenLine B-line T subway car. Plus he wouldn’t go see “Silent Hill”.

Today was a tough day. Termination with residents and well, a “full 02 weeks” just really doesn’t feel right.

Lots of pictures from home. Here’s a sampling.

So it was up to me to color the eggs this year. It sure felt good to pick up a brush again.

Composing a “good” picture of an egg (which was not in motion at all) posed a challenge to a n00bie like me. This is just one egg in a dozen which I was supremely proud of. TAKE THAT PICASSO!

I’m pretty sure this girl was an egg-detector in a past-life. This girl is special, I tell ya.

Cholesterol was not an issue on Easter Sunday. Quichies: my new project.

I’m supposed to be the 2nd ant from below. Can’t you tell from the curl in the antennae?

Well this Saturday will be extremely fun. =) Current stress level extremely high. Will be letting loose this weekend, that’s for cheezy…

MD May 02, 2006.

BTW, have I lost my love for music?

And off I go for a couple of days…

Let’s see how good I get.

Today I had a chance to do a few things I hoped to do before my departure. I find that I like shooting my journal entries sometimes. Past Xanga entries with few words and a still picture brings me back to the moment I shot it and the reason why. A lot goes unsaid sometimes, and I’m starting to become comfortable with that…

I swear he just floated there for more than a minute, as if he knew he was going to be plastered here on this entry…

Oh yeah, I got glasses.

And with these final following words, there is still so much sit to do before I leave, it’s not even Robot Chicken..

Holy Maccaroni!  I sure wish I remembered what I dreamt about last night and for the past week for that matter… I think the lack of sleep and stress is affecting my memory.  It’s like I’m getting all the side-effects of smoking the wacky w/o actually smoking it.  HHAHA.

Emptiness but not really.  NYC?  NM?  MD?  I still do not know and I’m losing sleep and other stuff over this decision to be made.  CR44444P!!!!!!!!

I think I’m gonna start smoking.

The Dude:

Starbucks & Nike. This is so Aaalex:

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It amazes me how even today, some people believe that doctors are still unquestionable and GOD-like. This is one thing that truly pisses me off…

In fact, episode 20 is the most hilarious one.  I’d even take that one episode that has that skit where at the very end, Papa Smurf dances with Smurfette’s dead body..

As you can see, I am at work now, and I am sooooooo freakin’ bored.  No one wants to play (really work/talk) and I am so sweeepy.  The dimsum was so worth it though.  =)

So much stuff to do, it’s not even funny.  When will there not be?

I got some excellent shots today.  Might post later…MIGHT.