26 February 2010
Stop Limiting My Encounter w/ the World
As a child, I always thought being a UPS truck driver was almost as good as being Santa. Think about it! They get to drive around all day delivering packages to people. I dunno about you, but I think I actually get more excited for packages from UPS than gifts from Santa anyway. After all, nothing compares to the shopping experience online. I can discover new things, from the comfort of my bed, at 3 in the morning, and then in a rush of excitement (induced by the sugary deliciousness of my nightly hot cocoa and marshmallows), impulsively purchase the latest clothes and toys. Santa brings but a few sensational gifts, while the UPS person always brings me what I want.
Anyway, back to wanting to be a UPS driver... Not only for the pleasure of bringing people exciting and enjoyable packages, but also because they get to legally drive around with the doors of their vehicle wide open. I tried that once in my car, and it wasn't so much freeing as it was stressful (due to the alarm that kept sounding). I guess Santa rolls without doors or a roof, but only once a year, and in the coldest time of year. UPS delivery people just always seemed to be a margarita away from paradise to me.
Now you can see why this new concept car has me drooling. Finally, regardless of where I am or what my job is, I too can be like the UPS people and drive around without doors. Actually, there's also a hole in the roof, and in the back. No more feeling stressed out as I try to enjoy the world around me while driving with my door ajar, and no more backing into things I couldn't see through the rear window! It's kinda like a Jeep, except I'd actually buy and drive this.
01 July 2009
cake or pie?
Random thought I keep mulling over:
Why is it that I seem to, yet again, have lots of cake around me when all I really want is a slice of pie?
For those of you with the confused look on your face, yes, this is a metaphor. I don't really blog about food :P
After much pondering, I feel as though I am lucky to even have this pie craving...to have found the pie that can satiate all my craving with just one slice. Don't be mistaken, it isn't even like it's a perfect pie. I love it because of the imperfection, the beauty of the slightly brown spot and the flakes of crust that have gone missing. I think for the first time in my life, I shall avoid snacking and just continue to glance longingly at my pie behind the glass counter. Sometimes, when I'm patient, I get to watch the waitress take it out from behind the glass, set it on top of the counter, and for a moment the most heavenly aroma wafts toward me, overwhelming my senses. The experience in itself is ecstasy, a pure, beautiful high, that keeps me seated, trying to learn patience as the waitress keeps sending me complimentary pieces of cake. Where is the busperson?! I must have a clear table incase that pie is suddenly ready to be sliced and sent my way.
And if that never happens, at least I can say I did it for myself and enjoyed the moments, right?
Anyway, I guess the whole point to this was the idea that when doing what one has been doing, or what one would normally do, does not produce the desired results; do something different.
Why is it that I seem to, yet again, have lots of cake around me when all I really want is a slice of pie?
For those of you with the confused look on your face, yes, this is a metaphor. I don't really blog about food :P
After much pondering, I feel as though I am lucky to even have this pie craving...to have found the pie that can satiate all my craving with just one slice. Don't be mistaken, it isn't even like it's a perfect pie. I love it because of the imperfection, the beauty of the slightly brown spot and the flakes of crust that have gone missing. I think for the first time in my life, I shall avoid snacking and just continue to glance longingly at my pie behind the glass counter. Sometimes, when I'm patient, I get to watch the waitress take it out from behind the glass, set it on top of the counter, and for a moment the most heavenly aroma wafts toward me, overwhelming my senses. The experience in itself is ecstasy, a pure, beautiful high, that keeps me seated, trying to learn patience as the waitress keeps sending me complimentary pieces of cake. Where is the busperson?! I must have a clear table incase that pie is suddenly ready to be sliced and sent my way.
And if that never happens, at least I can say I did it for myself and enjoyed the moments, right?
Anyway, I guess the whole point to this was the idea that when doing what one has been doing, or what one would normally do, does not produce the desired results; do something different.
25 June 2009
Michael Jackson
Since I spent years of my life worshiping the greatest, most talented, music artist ever, I feel the least I can do is a post in honor of Michael Jackson. I have stood by Michael as a loyal fan forever, and I will continue to do so till the day I die. My children will also know the King of Pop, the history made, the records set and broken.
To a man who still means the world to me. You showed us how to be on top of the world, while still staying down to earth and humble. You lived your entire life in the spotlight, always living for your fans, like me. The least I can do, for a man who graciously sacrificed his own life for the entertainment of others, is to return the favor. I now look forward to death just knowing that once I reach the beyond I will see you there, and seeing you one more time, showing my thanks once more, is all I want. You are a beautiful soul, and one that is, as you once sang, gone too soon.
Like A Comet
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon
Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon
Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon
Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon
Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon
Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon
Gone Too Soon
To a man who still means the world to me. You showed us how to be on top of the world, while still staying down to earth and humble. You lived your entire life in the spotlight, always living for your fans, like me. The least I can do, for a man who graciously sacrificed his own life for the entertainment of others, is to return the favor. I now look forward to death just knowing that once I reach the beyond I will see you there, and seeing you one more time, showing my thanks once more, is all I want. You are a beautiful soul, and one that is, as you once sang, gone too soon.
Like A Comet
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon
Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon
Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon
Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon
Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon
Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon
Gone Too Soon
21 June 2009
babble
First post. Yei!
I know this sounds rather old school, but I find that TV does really ruin the mind. Even this very moment, as I sit here trying to thoughtfully compose the random ideas that popped into my head today, all I hear echoing inside my skull is the grating voice of the lady doing the proactiv commercial. It's hard to be witty when all you hear is acne. Which makes me wonder...isn't it ironic that we now sell acne treatment in vending machines...the same way we sell acne-causing junk food...? In my high school they started replacing the junk food in vending machines with healthy foods, and I wonder why they didn't just keep the junk food and sell acne treatment in an adjacent machine. Proactiv should look into that.
Random sidenote: Blueberries only appear blue from afar. They are actually purpleberries. We have been lied to.
Also, while I'm on the thought of vending machines...why don't we bring back the cigarette ones? We have the technology to insert an ID scanner. And then next to the smokes machine we can put one full of teeth-whitening products, nicorette, and cold turkey :)
I know this sounds rather old school, but I find that TV does really ruin the mind. Even this very moment, as I sit here trying to thoughtfully compose the random ideas that popped into my head today, all I hear echoing inside my skull is the grating voice of the lady doing the proactiv commercial. It's hard to be witty when all you hear is acne. Which makes me wonder...isn't it ironic that we now sell acne treatment in vending machines...the same way we sell acne-causing junk food...? In my high school they started replacing the junk food in vending machines with healthy foods, and I wonder why they didn't just keep the junk food and sell acne treatment in an adjacent machine. Proactiv should look into that.
Random sidenote: Blueberries only appear blue from afar. They are actually purpleberries. We have been lied to.
Also, while I'm on the thought of vending machines...why don't we bring back the cigarette ones? We have the technology to insert an ID scanner. And then next to the smokes machine we can put one full of teeth-whitening products, nicorette, and cold turkey :)
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