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Wednesday, April 30, 20034/30/03
Yeah...I...uh...sometimes watch...American Idol.
Justin Guarini sang it best....
I saw your face, girl.
I found a miracle.
You're so dayum beautiful.
I saw your leg, your thighs
...and maybe your eyes, haha.
Random thought of the day:
One day one of my little nephews came up to me and asked me if Michael Jackson was a girl or a boy. I had to laugh. And laugh and laugh. Because I didn't know, and I thought that maybe by laughing he would forget what he asked me.
Docking out...
-Ryan : as filipino as MTB
Ryan posted this at 10:10 PM.4/29/03
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
I'm afraid to write in this thing nowadays. I'm paranoid and weary of the things I type out. Making sure that I subtly hint every emotion in the text instead of typing it out in full, understandable sentences. For once, I'm glad I've learned things in english.
I'm afraid that certain people will read this and that'll they'll be all like, "Ryan!! Ohmigosh! I had no idea!" and I"ll juss be like, "Yup."
I'm afraid of how she's all I ever think about nowadays. She's the image that wakes me in the morning and the angel that lulls me to sleep at night. She's the subject of my writings and the model of my doodles.
We'll be playing BS or spoons in chemistry or after testing...and she's the face on the queens.
I'm juss like..."what up?"
In-N-Out has some good burgers.
Run offs are tommorow. I was reading that sheet where the candidates try to win your vote with what they'll bring to ASB. They all said the same thing.
What is the main difference between genius and brilliance?
Great wisdom may resemble foolishness.
Boredom is a great sign of brilliance.
What a bunch of haters.
It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing! Doo-wah! Doo-wah! Doo-wah! Doo-wah! Doo-wah! Doo-wah!
Is it juss me or was Mr. Osen on Smallville (he made Kristin Kreuk cry!) ???
I think I'm addicted to Dr. Pepper.
Never let Austin get a hold of your phone.
RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-BEN!
Everyone is getting sick. Ah, I'm sorry you guys. Get better!
If I had it my way, I'd take all your stiffizzy combined and stay home for a week, but things never go my way. Hey hey!
Yeah, I'm a weirdo.....but I'm a loveable weirdo!
Docking out...
-Ryan : as filipino as "Royal Orange Soda"
Ryan posted this at 8:10 PM.4/27/03
Sunday, April 27, 2003
Sundays @ 9 on TNN - Most Extreme Elimination Challenge
Honestly one of the funniest shows on television. If it doesn't make you laugh, it'll make you reconsider the way you live your life.
I must've come off as the most self-absorbed asshole this week with my away messaging and 'subtle' hinting of my upcoming birthday. Haha. sorry everyone.
That's the biggest thing I've done for myself this whole year, trust me.
So how was my B-Day? Well, you should really be asking how was my B-Week. See, I was celebrating the whole week. Especially in english class, haha. I'd have to say the apogee of this week was friday. So many 'Happy Birthdays!' and hugs and kisses and whatnot. No real gifts, though! Haha, but its all good. So much love....
Now, saturday, my real birthday...pretty good. It was an 'at home' celebration! I was showered with IMs, text messages, voicemails...it was great. Phan and Michael were over for a while but had to go. Yeah, most people would have envisioned it all a lot differently, but hey. I was happy with it. So much love....
I spent almost the whole evening awake, listening to the street symphony, thinking. I watched the sunrise before I finally fell asleep and woke up at 12:30 with Phan smacking me.
Thinking about what? Well gee, a lot of stuff.
Yeah, I voted. For who? Gooooooood question.
She said I'm the epitome of smoothness. Oh yeah...juss call me Smooth Operator, homie.
I was watching What Women Want, again. What do women want? (scene of note: You know when the morning he thinks he loses his 'women hearing' ability? When he's in the dept. store and he realizes he hasn't and there's a whole crowd of women passing him? Listen closely and see if you hear, "Oh God! Ryan Mose!" Call me crazy, but I rewinded it about...50 times and...its there. Hell, come over to my house and I'll prove it to you!)
Serendipity? Another good movie.
Growing up with your best friends, you learn to live with the things that they are but you're not.
Like how you have that one friend is juss....comedy. Or, haha, how you have that other friend who every girl falls in love with (at first, anways).
I've said it many times, you can make a fricken movie or sitcom out of my life.
Yup, 2nd dance team tryouts tommorow.
I was talking to the cereal guy today, asking him, "Where's my Special K, homie?"
Docking out...
-Ryan Mose : as filipino as a jeepney
Ryan posted this at 8:41 PM.4/22/03
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
"Singing isn't Ryan's strong-point."
-Thank you.
"Its like...poetry but at the same time your flowing. Its like....poetry in motion!"
-I don't know what you juss said...but you said something.
Aladdin is beyond better than The Little Mermaid. There's just no competition for it, Jasmine. I'm sorry.
Whatever happened to Elena Diaz Hooper?
Thanks to Emily I've realized the 'whale' within me. Thank you, Em. Thank you very much.
What a way to end my Spring Break...
Ok, see, we had this BBQ/Early B-Day party with the fam-jam on Easter, right? It was all good. Lots of grub, lots of family, lots of friends, lots of D's.
It was all good until the next morning.
Somebody um.....gave the toilet a hangover? I wake up...and guess what? The toilet had purged yesterday's intake all over the hallway leading to the garage. We do a lil mop up and then we have to drive my grandma back to her house in Mira Mesa. We come back and guess what? The stuff has spread out to cover, I'd say, 75% of the downstairs area! I spent the whole day mopping (using the moonwalk method, mind you), cleaning and disinfecting the house. Thank God for fragrance sprays.
Also, thank God for plumbers. Mister, you are a hero and you don't even know it.
But....its all good because today I had a cheesecake party in english class! OoOoWeE!
Cheesecake is juss awesome. Too bad I didn't have any cream soda. Also, too bad Ms. Shipp wasn't here to share it with us. The sub was a pretty mellow guy.
I aced my Alg. II test. Yay!
My mom is in Italy right now with my auntie. I wanted to go. But people these days with all their, "You must get yourself an education!"
I hate testing...and it starts tommorow. Motherless bastard.....
I was beyond tired today. You have no idea. I only had 2 hours of sleep the day before and I got my average 5 hours last night.
But hey, at least I did get to spend time with the love of my life, right Kristina? Haha.
I was talking to Rick Fox today, asking him, "Where's my Vanessa Williams, homie?"
Docking out...
-Ryan : as asian as putting your french fries in your burger
Ryan posted this at 6:56 PM.4/19/03
Sunday, April 20, 2003
I was so bored last night...er....early this morning. I was making freestyles about every person that was online.
Have you ever read the guestbook in my Subprofile? There's some funny stuff in there. Especially Ernestus' entries. Ok, well maybe its only funny to me because I remember when he fell.
Went to my aunt's today and put together my lil cousin's swingset thingy.
You ever do freeway flirting? Its great. Especially when the other person has a pen and paper in which they write their number and you juss happen to have your celly with you right at that moment but since you gave up chatting on the phone for Lent, you text message them instead.
Truly, its the stiffizzle.
"No...its juss that...you're not known for you wit."
-Thank you.
"Ryan, why is it that you'll go talk a random group of girls that you're not feeling but you won't talk to that one girl across the way that's caught your eye?"
-That isn't always the case, my friend.
"You're too down on yourself Ryan!"
-I think I've said this before...I'm modest to the point where people say it seems like I have an inferiority complex but even I do, its not a very good one.
Sometimes, after I wake up after a nap, I wonder....is anyone else out there waking up from their nap? Just like I am?
There's something about singing that sends. You juss close your eyes and without even thinking about them, the lyrics come out of your mouth. You get lost in the thought of a particular person...as if you're singing right to them. Unbeknowst to you, you're singing so much better than you do when you're aware of people listening to you.
I've learned that sometimes too nice is too annoying.
Optimism only affects that one particular person, never those around them. That person affects the others around them.
Why is it that I text message more than I talk on the phone? Oh, I remember now....that one weekend I lost my voice from having to sing to dillusional people who think I'm good or something. That and I gave up chatting on the phone verbally for Lent.
Have you ever sat on the bench in the park, or the mall or the whatever, and watched all the happy couples?
Yeah, neither have I but sometimes I wonder....is there anyone at the school that thinks about me? Much like I often think about certain girls?
If so...I wish they'd give me a heads up or something.
There's so much that I do know; that I think I know; that I don't know.
I'm so bored half the time.
Michael and Phan jump in my house today with a giant monkey doll. It seems that Michael has a stalker. Wow.
Now, I've had stalkers but mine didn't drive by my house 4 times in one day, honking.
Michael and Ricky also showed me the making of 'The Bicycle'. Haha, that's some groovy stuff you cats got there.
I was talking to Cory Matthews today, asking him, "Where's my Topanga?"
Docking out...
-Ryan : as filipino as tinikling
Ryan posted this at 12:04 AM.4/19/03
Saturday, April 19, 2003
I remembered where she was born. Holy dayum.
Yes, I am the Karaoke King!
Kristina, Quyhn-Ahn, Jasmine, Jake, Nikki....you all have nothing on me.
This crown right here? You'll never touch it.
Never.
Haha.
My friend told me of his cure for a bad day. Seeing the screename of a particular person sign on.
He doesn't have to talk to her, mind you. Just the sight of her screename brings him enough joy to have a good day.
Dayum....I wish I could juss make someone's day juss by signing onto AIM.
I remember back in the day when they called me a prodigy. Now I look at myself and think "What happened to that boy? purrrrll<== (bird call)"
But I don't want to come off as excited or anything.
Once again, here are the stories, you lazy friends of mine:
Thurs. February 27th - "G*night, G*night"
Sun. March 2nd - "Bedtime"
Sun. March 16th - "Optimist", Mon. March 17th - "Unconditional"
I was talking to Mickey Mouse today, asking him, "Where's my Minnie Mouse?"
Docking out...
-Ryan : as filipino as balut
Ryan posted this at 12:40 AM.4/17/03
Thursday, April 17, 2003
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Yeah, people juss eat me up.
Whoo...oh dear...I made a funny.
Someone punch me for that one...please.
When will I be the one,
somebody's dreaming of?
When will I be the boy?
Someone's pride and joy?
When will it be....me?
I've been a chaser all my life. I think I'll juss lounge out for now.
I was talking to to Ben Affleck today, asking him, "Where's my J-Lo?"
Docking out...
-Ryan : as filipino as that one dancing auntie
Ryan posted this at 5:36 PM.4/15/03
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 11 DAYS! OoOoWeE × 16.
Another successful hook-up, assisted in part by Ryan Mose. Ah...it feels good.
Though, I still deny having any part in it or helping the client. Juss pretend that that last line never was. Thank you. You may continue reading.
Good girls always want the bad guys.
Good guys always want the good girls.
Bad guys always want the bad girls.
Bad girls always want the good guys.
It's like....whoa, lounge out there, buddy.
Is there anyone as bored as me? Didn't think so....
Anyone else, other than Michael, Phan, David and myself, up for a game of 'Frontyard 8-Hole Golf' in the rain?
Come on! It's great!
Yes, bros, I won! That's right. I don't care if it only was by one. I can safely say I got the closest to a 'hole in one' with a 'hole in 2.'
Was cleaning my room the other day. Found a lot of old stuff. Old report cards. Old notes. Old valentines. Old whatever.
What struck me the most were my old yearbooks. Especially my middle school ones.
Ah....8th grade was golden.
Haha, and then I found my ghetto yearbooks from last year (9th). "Yearbooks?" you're probably asking yourself.
Yeah, I took the homemade book-covers I had and used them as yearbook-thingies.
Ah....9th grade was golden.
Spring break...and there's supposed to be 2 storms drifting through. Well, skit my grits to bits and lift.
I've been listening to a lot of Sinatra lately. That cat is brilliant, that he is.
Dayum....I shouldn't have golfed in the rain. I think I've caught a lil cold. But its all good, he's the dopest lil thing.
...or something.
Sorry, sick moment there.
I was talking to Spiderman today, asking him, "Where's my Mary Jane?"
FOBBED UP! ...raise it, raise it.
Docking out...
-Ryan : as asian as plastic-covered furniture
Ryan posted this at 10:34 PM.4/11/03
Friday, April 11, 2003
You cannot laugh...if you do not get the joke.
....or if the joke is stupid...and not in a funny way.
That's how I feel at lunch sometimes because these cats...they're trying to be funny in jackass/practical ways...but they're not. They're doing it all entirely wrong!
They're imbeciles!
...and now I feel like an ass.
I was juss like..."Yo, how's life?"
She replied with a..."Its all good."
And I knew it was because of him.
I'm a master of charientism and verbal recumbentibus. I'm also witty...I think that helps.
I made my whole english class laugh again. Ah...I'll never get sick of it.
Yeah, I came to school early today, Phan. Who'd I go talk to?
No one, Phan.
No one.
Yeah, I was talking to someone on my celly today, Michael. Who was I talking to?
No one, Michael.
No one.
Haha, a surprise attack on the mind....cats these days.
Yeah, I know, I know. I should've ran for something on ASB. Thanks for telling me. And another thank you for not telling me when and where sign-ups were, homie!
Of the two, I'd pick an intelligent blonde over a physically blessed brunette any day.
Of the three, the dark-haired groove-chica would be my pick.
Ok, guys? Where the hell did these questions come from anyways?
Oops, I've fallen and I can't get up...
Gravity tripped me once again in love...
I miss her so much...
I haven't seen her in the longest time...
The image of beauty fading from my memory...
Sometimes, chatting isn't enough...
If I were next to her, I'd hold her in my arms...
She's the radiant moon...
and I feel like I'm just another person looking up...
Dumbfounded, in awe at her brilliance...
She's just unaware of how many hearts she's stolen...
Girls are juss evil....but you can't have good without evil.
I was talking to Superman today, asking him, "Where's my Lois?"
FOBBED UP! ...raise it, raise it.
Docking out...
-Ryan : as asian as martial arts
Ryan posted this at 8:05 PM.4/10/03
Thursday, April 10, 2003
"Hi. I'm Ryan and I'm cool."
That would be my campaign slogan, for sure.
Or maybe, "I juss be like, 'Yo, how's life?'"
Something along the line, "I'll make promises I can't keep."
"Don't vote for the best one, vote for the one that can do the least amount of damage."
"I don't kick children."
"I suffer from basorexia."
Now wouldn't you vote for me?
Wow, today I juss realized how EMPTY B lunch is! I mean, I don't mind the lil crew that I do chill with but dayum....
Bubbling from the left and now bubbling from the right....
I was talking to Rocky today, asking him, "Where's my Adrianne?"
I have a story to tell, but friday better suits it....and I'm tired of typing.
FOBBED UP! ...raise it, raise it.
Docking out...
-Ryan : as asian as shrimp chips
Ryan posted this at 10:05 PM.4/8/03
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
Yeah, it was pretty warm today.
"Iraq and Roll" ???.....what is wrong with you people?
Z-Sickness visited me today. And guess what? It decided to move in....wookie wookie wa.
Is it juss me....or is everyone getting a haircut? (haha, when commenting on my hair my friend said, "well at least you have style")
Oops, I missed the dance try-outs. That's ok, I'm going to be "fashionably late" and go to the 2nd try-outs or whatever my friend said to go to.
Smile! It helps. Know what else helps? Listening to Eye Of The Tiger by Survivor or Ante Up by MOP.
Mr. Bushman, the cursing sailor, said that if I don't get an A on the next test he's going to cut my bangs off!
....you dirty liar, you.
I don't want to sound like an ass or anything, but I'm tired of all these tricks, sluts and these guys who think they're playas or gangstas.
Please, stop and decease.
Chemistry is becoming quite the dope class. As much as I've denied it, I actually do get the material despite the horrible teaching methods of Mr. Drew and we spend the whole period wiling out and having fun. Haha, playing BS is the stiffizzle, lemme tell you. Especially when you have a cheater like Quyhn-Ahn trying to look at your cards. Haha, I'm juss playing.
Docking out...
-Ryan : as asian as karaoke
Ryan posted this at 10:08 PM.4/7/03
Monday, April 07, 2003
As much as I've tried not to....I've become the renaissance man. If I really wanted to go all out, I'd act too....but I don't?
Last week, I thought I'd go pay a surprise visit to my old 6th period Chem. class. The only people who knew were Brit and Anthony I think?
Anyways, I text message Brit during B lunch if the coast was clear and she says yes. In fact, she said it was the perfect time to come!
So I go there, all G'ed up, and knock on the door. I look through the windo and I see that the lights are off. At first I'm thinking, "Hey, they're going to turn the lights on and surprise me as soon as I go in because I'm juss so dillusional but cool like that." But then I saw that the overhead was on. That's right, notes. So, while I'm waiting for someone to open the door, I think up an excuse. The doors opens...
"Thanks," I say to the girl who opened the door. New cat I think. I don't remember her last semester.
I see everyone is looking at me. I look around and get a few waves, so I give a few head nods.
And then Mr. Baker slowly turns his head in my direction. He had the most down- looking expression.
"Are you going to be here afterschool tommorow? I need some help," I ask.
"Um...what chapter?"
"Chapter....26? I think." I look up and I think it was...Kristina? who waved at me and Anthony gave me a nod.
"Today or tuesday."
"What?"
"I'll be here afterschool today or tuesday."
"Ok...i'll see you...tuesday then. Thanks"
Then Jorge goes, "Later Ryan."
and then a lot of farewells follow.
"Later everybody."
And then I step outside and think to myself, "That was great."
Perfect timing, huh, Brit? Haha, its all good.
On Friday, we found this chair from the Gym that was broken. It'd stand up, but if you say in it, it'd break apart.
So, we were planning this whole prank to play on Chris.
I don't know if you've heard about APOOOMM or Apple Pie, but yeah. Chris and Phan both claim to be the 'godfather' of the whole 'fraternity'.
Chris obsessively insists he's the only Godfather. So, when Chris was coming, Phan was sitting on it (not really...it looked like he using la toilette).
Then Clint goes, "You can't sit there, that's only for the Godfather!" and he starts pushing Phan. Phan is trying to sit back down.
Chris comes running screaming, "I'm the Godfather!"
It was the funniest thing. He was pushing everyone out of his way and he rips his way right to the chair and sits the hardest sit I've ever seen. The chair collapses.
Not only were we laughing, but the whole lunch area was laughing. That's right, even people from the cafeteria.
Haha. I'd like to say sorry and thank you to Chris. That had to be funniest moment of last Friday.
Docking out...
-Ryan : as asian as floor-runners
Ryan posted this at 4:17 PM.4/6/03
Sunday, April 06, 2003
Does anyone read this thing? If you do, feel free to IM me and tell me. That way, if there's an embarassing story to tell or I feel like spewing my love confessions, I'll know who to censor out!
Girls, if you like a guy, and you're flirtatious, but the guy sometimes talks about another girl when it comes to romance, don't trip out or give up hope.
Did it ever occur to you that the guy, being shy, is referring to you through talking of another imaginary girl?
'Cause, y'know, that might be what's going down.
I know I used to do it. But I did it in a flirtatious manner too.
The hard thing about chatting through text messages and IMs and whatnot? The fact that you have to filter out the sarcasm and flirting yourself in some important cases. Why'd I give up chatting on the phone for Lent? Haha, it'd be that much easier for me.
You lazy, lazy kids. You can't juss look through the archives and find the stories yourselves? Well, here they are:
Thurs. February 27th - "G*night, G*night"
Sun. March 2nd - "Bedtime"
Sun. March 16th - "Optimist", Mon. March 17th - "Unconditional"
There's one more, but its already on this page. It's April 2nd - "Sarang Hae"
Yup, I even dated them for even easier finding. I would do the thing where it also brings you directly to that part of the page but....I don't know how?
They aren't titled like that, mind you.
Haha.
Docking out.
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 1:51 PM.What's the date? I forgot.
Saturday, April 05, 2003
Haha, better watch out for Michael, he'll fake you out with his right arm and AMBUSH you with his right arm! WHILE YOU'RE LOOKING! Haha.
But Phan is dangerous too, he'll bust out an ElekaCat.
Boredom sure is a killer.
We were freestyling last night....my best one went something like this:
Hey yo, this be Ryan Mose
and of course, everyone knows
That I'm a lover, not a fighter
but please don't call me a biter.
cause i juss might have to get crazy
don't mess with miss daisy
cause when it comes to girls, i'm not that lazy
i'll get in your face if you mess with any lady
lose my mentality, get filled with brutality
lose my cool, end ya like an MK fatality
the only safe way to beat me...
is through a freestyle victory
but i have rhymes that outta out this reality
don't battle me....
don't batlle me, don't battle me
i warned you how many times? 1, 2 and 3
I have the supreme lyrical skill
despite what you say, despite falling down that hill
my knees are scraped, i'm filling ill
when i'm out on a date, no matter what you say, the bill is what i'm gonna pay
now i see mi hombre es emocianado
so i'm passing the ball on over to coronado
OoOoOoH!
Crazy!....crazy!
If you're wondering about the whole hill line....um...haha.
I trip downed a hill while we were all walking, ok?! Haha, it was great.
It was crazy. Yup.
Docking out...
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 3:50 PM.4/2/03
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
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He glanced up at his watch as his arm swung up in front of him. As it swerved in and out of his sight he blurred out a 7:48 AM. He smiled. He was doing a lot better since he started this whole jogging thing. It was usually already around 7:50 by the time he passed old Ms. Johnson's. He jogged another block before he stopped, deciding to take a lil water break. He tilted his head back as he downed some aqua, noticing the non-azure sky. Strange...it was particularly cloudy this morning. Oh, that's right...he remembered the little storm that was going to be passing through the county for the next few days. He put on his hood as a few drops of water suddenly landed on his head. It had been a while since he had been out in the rain. In fact, he hadn't been outside in the rain since he was a child. Back when he was at the orphanage...
---
"Everyone! Everyone! Please line up and come to the living room! We have some very special people here today looking for a special kid!" announced Mrs. Foster. She jubilantly smiled to all her 'children.' Everyone jumped in line and marched from the bedroom and down the stairs.
"Hey, you think the couple today is a nice one? Like the Mose couple? They were super nice, weren't they? Oh, oh! You think they'll pick me? I hope they do! And we'll all be a happy family in a 2 story home with a real backyard! That would be fabulous, don't you think?!" It was Trina again. She was his best friend at the orphanage. And as always, she was fantasizing the perfect life she'd live with her foster parents. She did this every time.
"Haha, of course you will, Trina. You know you always get chosen for interviews!" he replied with enthusiasm. But she frowned. Dang it! He said the wrong thing! It was true, she always did get picked for interviews. He couldn't blame the couples. She was the most adorable girl he knew! But, there was one thing that broke her spirit and had kept her from attaining her perfect fantasy. She had a birthmark along her right temple. It was always an important factor for these people. She had always been embarassed about her birthmark, but now she hated it.
They were introduced to the couple of the day, the Miller's. They were all told to go outside and play while the Miller's spoke to Mrs. Foster about the potentials.
Trina was down and she slowly roamed her way to the garden. He gently follwed her, her sadness weeping its way into him.
He sat next to her.
"Are you okay?"
"Why do I always do this? I'm never going to get chosen, despite how many times I get interviewed..."
"Now that isn't true. You're going to get chosen, Trina. And do you know why?" He stood up in front of her, gently lifting her chin so she would gaze at him. "Because you're smart, talented....a good dancer! You're funny and..and...everyone loves you!" He stopped for a second, picking a rose from the nearby patch. He placed it on her right ear, concealing the birthmark and stared at her for a second. Admiring the beauty he had lived with for most of his life. "...and you're beautiful."
She smiled, her cheeks turning red.
"Trina! Trina? Are you out here?" yelled Mrs. Foster. She got up, looked at him with a wonderful smile. Her 'thank you' for cheering her up. She ran inside.
---
From the top of the stairs, most of the kids listened intently to the conversation the adults were housing. He was sitting in the window, sketching the large tree where he and Trina always chatted at.
"Hey, they said they made their decision! They're leaving right now!
"Really? Who? Who are they adopting?"
"I don't know, I didn't hear. Who do you think it is?"
No one else had a clue. Half of the kids were still outside.
....But he knew. As he looked out the window, he saw four figures walking towards a car. 3 tall adults and 1 small child.
A rose on the right side of her head.
The sky was of a non-azure. He heard a storm was coming through, but he swore mother nature was conducting his emotions outside for him. All the kids ran inside as the adults opened their umbrellas.
She turned, and waved. It was the last time he saw little Trina. The image of her face blurring as the rain splattered the window.
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He had continued jogging. It was all he could do. It was better than sitting there feeling down, so he ran. No one ever finds their true love as a kid. It was impossible. He was barely looking up, all he could do was hang his head until he felt better. He forced himself to look up. He stopped. That woman he just passed up...
He backtracked, stopping next to the young lady.
"Trina?"
She gave him a glance. She had long hair that curved down both sides of her face. Her eyes were of a deep brown. Despite the gloomy settings, her face shined brightly. She rivaled beauty, alright. She gave him an inquisitive look.
"Have we met?"
He was in shock. Could it actually been her? It had been 15 years. What should he say?
Suddenly, a strong breeze hit. He almost lost his balance. Her umbrella fluttered, bringing her with it a few inches.
It was then that he noticed. Her hair flowing in the wind. He glanced at her right temple. There was nothing there.
"...Oh, I...I must have mistaken you for another Trina....sorry for bothering you, ma'am."
He got himself together and jogged off. He couldn't believe himself. It couldn't have been her! The world wasn't that small. What was he thinking?!
It had been 15 years. She probably was raised up the way she envisioned. She probably was the most popular girl at her highschool. A cheerleader, ASB president, going steady with the football team captain, on the debate team, loved by everyone. She probably was 22 now, in the middle of college, majoring in engineering and engaged to a well-known and respected entrepeneur!
He felt like such a fool. But he couldn't let it go. He just couldn't get over it...
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She stood there in the rain. The wind had shifted the umbrella from her head. The rain sure was pouring this morning! She was already drenched so she decided to walk the rest of the way back without it. She didn't care if she'd catch a cold, she was just glad to be back to be in town. But what a strange encounter! Haha, he actually knew her name! How many girls could there be named Trina? Haha, oh well, she thought. She continually wiped her face, clearing the blur in her eyes from the rain.
She arrived in her home and walk to her bathroom as she prepared the shower. She just couldn't believe how badly it was raining!
It was raining almost as hard as the day she left the orphanage, she thought to herself, as she rubbed the birthmark on her right temple. She laughed, the rain had washed away her make-up.
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Docking out...
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 9:06 PM.4/1/03
Tuesday, April 01, 2003
Happy April Fools, everyone! I told everyone I had cancer....and they believed me. I think its because i knew all the technical terms and whatnot. I got a lot of hugs, OoOoWeE! Yeah, it was fun...until my friend started to cry. Holy dayum do I feel like an ass. For a moment there it almost felt like I did have cancer...or a tumor...or a goid...or a nagging wife...or something. Boredom sure is a killer....
Did you hear that, buddy? Oh, you didn't? It was the voice of God reminding you that my birthday is this month ON THE 26TH!
But, the 26TH OF APRIL is on a saturday, so feel free to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME on the friday before THE 26TH OF APRIL, the 25th.
And then he left. Yup. I was there. I saw it. I'm now blind but I know the meaning of life. Was it worth it? Not at all.
Let me tell you something....Ph8 and 5eRenD1pity don't like me at all.
Girls are pretty...and soft...and smart...lovable...
Been a while since I had one in my arms....
I don't know which is a greater torture...
Being like my friend who has hasn't experianced any of this...
Or being me, who once paraded in its glory but lately lost track of the party...
Wookie wookie wa...
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I have feelings for a girl that's swell.
And I have to say, I know her well.
But my feelings, I'm too shy to tell.
Like many others, I'm under her spell.
But I'm not in love with her physiognomy.
Although, I must admit, its not bad to see.
But I honestly feel for her mentally.
If she wants to, she could cradle with me.
It seems like I'm in love with another.
But it's her that I'd love to smother,
In my love, spread out like butter,
as our lips sweetly embrace eachother.
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Word.
Docking out...
-Ryan
Ryan posted this at 6:26 PM.
