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The OoOoWeE Insight And the world makes sense once again. 
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Monday, June 30, 20036/30/03
"I was about to retaliate!"
"You were on the floor!"
"That's how I fight, homie!"
How's life? In a word: copacetic.
Its funny how people thank me for this online journal thingy because they get to learn new words.
I think all the anal people in this world had difficulties during potty training.
78% of women think they're overweight....64% of them are.
If burglars wanted to make bank pawning off stolen items, they best do it during the summer. I don't know anyone who doesn't have all their windows open right now.
I won't punch you in the face but I'll sure as hell think about it.
Tammy says true happiness is waking up in the morning and saying to yourself, "Ahh...isn't life grand?"
You know the word rhetorical? Are there any instances in which it isn't used to describe a question? 'Cause you don't see many rhetorical statements or actions.
"Oh, sorry. I was juss talking for the hell of it."
Oh wait, I make rhetorical statements all the time.
It sucks how you make more friends than lovers when you want it the othe way around, yeah?
I actually woke up early this morning....but I went back to sleep.
F-O-B-O-L-O-U-S!
Talking 'bout that halo, halo!
Is AOL endorsing the Padres?
If they made a teen movie about our highschool, what character would you be? Would I be? Hmmmsha...
Ferris Bueller is a hero to all.
Yes, Urkel, you DID do that! Holy damn!
Its been flaming warm lately.
I was checking the mail yesterday and my hair caught on fire.
I felt like Michael Jackson.
Next time you're getting scolded by your parents and they say, "We want the truth!", look at them like Jack Nicholson and murmur, "You can't handle the truth."
They'll be so amazed by your cleverness, they'll forget what they were yelling about in the first place!
When we go back to school we're having a damn conga line during break or lunch, aighty?
I'll see you when you get there.
Docking out...
-Ryan : as Ryan as Z Catching
Ryan posted this at 2:41 PM.6/28/03
Saturday, June 28, 2003
Ryan, updating the day after his last update?! That's juss CRAZY!
True.
In need of an osculant relationship. That I am.
Sometimes you juss gotta take the hit. I'm the designated wingman and I'm not complaining.
Is it possible to have a fear about becoming conceited? 'Cause I think I have that phobia.
For every second of anger, you lose 60 seconds of happiness. Or at least that's my personal belief.
Yes, ladies, beauty will fetch yourself a guy, but its your personality that'll make that puppy stay, you dig?
Some 'gang' tried to mark their territory on some rock somewhere in my neighborhood. Unless you're running some sort of 'extortion chain' your 'gang' isn't a real damn gang. Anybody could gather up a group of friends and name themselves but don't go claming yourselves and your territory unless you can seriously dish out some stiffizzle.
Reminds me of all the posers at our school. Sure, you could all wear a color and front, saying you're in a gang, but we all know we could all lay you down. Like these suckas wearing all brown. Who you representing? UPS?
I mean, I know this is the time of your life where you're trying to find yourself and your identity but damn...
Can't you pick something...better?
Narf.
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Its that time of the year again! Yes, the time where Ryan becomes so beyond bored that he takes these online quizzes and tests!
OoOoWeE!
Bitch Test:
If I were a girl, I'd be 29% of a bitch. Whoa there...not even I expected that one. I mean, anyone else think I'd be a bitch?
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Slut Test:
I'm 39% of a slut! Crazy, yeah? Who would've thunk...
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Dateable Test:
This is the craziest stiffizzle ever and the biggest proof that these tests are juss WRONG..
I'm 91% dateable.
Hey now, if that were true I'd have a girlfriend, yeah?
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What Kind Of Flirt Am I?
Demure Flirt
What Kind of FLIRT are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
I guess I am a smooth operator after all, haha.
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What Finding Nemo character are you?
What Finding Nemo Character are You?
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That's right, my friends. I'M NEMO!
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What Chinese symbol are you?
LOVE is your chinese symbol!
What Chinese Symbol Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Love to live, live to love.
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What emotion are you?
You are Peace.
You are at peace with your self and the world
around you. You have balance in your life and
exude tranquility from every pore of your body.
People are constantly asking you "what is
your secret?"
What Emotion Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Hey now, tranquility is one of my most favoritest words in the whole wide worlds!
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You see the world in...?
Red:
Aren't you the romantic? Life is poetic. If you
don't already, write poetry, you're good at it.
Made by
Sara
What color do you see the world in?
brought to you by Quizilla
Red, the color of my beating heart. Its beat a reminder of the rhythm I must keep.
Don't let it drop, Ryan. Don't let it drop. If you let it drop, their whole world will crumble.
Ba bump. Ba bump. Ba drop. Tears fill the ocean that is my soul.
Haha, how's that for poetry, sucka?!
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Docking out...
-Ryan : as Ryan as smoothness
Ryan posted this at 5:06 PM.6/27/03
Friday, June 27, 2003
Recently some kids have come up to me and curiously asked, "Ryan, why a Blog, yo? Why not hit up one of them new Xanga-izzles, B?"
Why? Because I'm keeping it OG, mothasucka! I don't need some fancy-schmancy, trendy OTJ if I'm juss going to spout out my thoughts, feelings and stories.
Besides, I started with Blogger, and I'm sticking with Blogger.
Now some of you are thinking, "Wha-ha?! Hold up, Ryan! You do have a Xanga, you rectalgia of society!"
True.
I do.
But I don't use it. In fact, I linked that mamma-jamma to this site, sucka!
How do you know you like a particular chica? Well, one is, she's not a pirate to you and you view her as a lady.
But to be sure...
When YOU start getting offended whenever your bro's or someone comments on how hot she is and how they wouldn't mind hitting that. That's how you know.
Mmm....mac and cheese.
Mmm...cereal.
So, said girl was juss like, "Yeah, Ryan, I mean, you've always been in my mind, but I wasn't sure so I sent out mixed signals and now I'm feeling this cat."
And I juss be like, "Sounds good."
You remember back um...circa 2nd-4th grade when all the girls during recess and lunch would chase the boys and attempt to kick them in the nuts?
They never tried to kick me.
In fact, they gave me flowers and sometimes even asked me to help.
I never did help, mind you. I juss bought yummylicious cookies from the cafeteria and enjoyed the show.
Ah, good times, good times.
You girls always swoon and say, "Oh, how romantic!"
Yeah, well, it wouldn't be romantic if the person you didn't have in mind did that to you, now would it?
Everyday, walk up to a random person you know or don't know and say one of the following:
-"I'm not trying to hit on you or anything, but....you're beautiful. And I thought I'd let you know."
-"I've never seen you look so sexy."
-"I lowered my cholesterol."
-"Don't take this the wrong way or anything but...I fucking hate you."
For added bonus points and fun, say it to a teacher!
Mmm....cheesecake.
Now bust through my Comp. Art Portfolio and tell me how much its the epitome of calsetto, homie.
"My friend, anger's the only thing you can't get rid of by losing it."
Docking out...
-Ryan : as Ryan as optimism
Ryan posted this at 1:09 PM.6/23/03
Monday, June 23, 2003
Whoa dere...there's a lot of birthdays this month.
So that makes, what....5 people 16 and about 3 cats 17? Happy B-Day everyone!
I think I have mono. How I contracted the damn thing? I'll leave that up to you.
How is it that more and more people are finding about my um....cereals?
At Quyhny's party, about 10 people asked me. Someone has a mouth and they're wrongly using it!
Speaking of Quyhny's party, it was a good time. Those were some huge burgers, haha. Free grub, free love. Nothing better than that.
But, holy dayum! Quyhny can bend like no other. Chris too. How low did those two go? They're the limbo king and queen, lemme tell ya.
Don't feel bad, Kartik. Any one of us could've broken the limbo holder, haha.
Haha, the video of them surprising Quyhny in the morning with streamers and whipped-cream was pure. You looked like a monster, Quyhny? You kidding me? I've never seen you look so sexy, haha.
And dayum, there was a whole lot of booty smacking going on. You people are crazy, haha. And sorry, BONY Em, but I do have an ass, thank you, haha.
What happened to DDR?
But, I was tired yesterday because the night before, I stayed up all night at David's. Why is it every time we crash over there, we recall the fact that David's house would make the perfect sight for a horror film and how he has the freakiest house to ever navigate through during the night? And his window....we always talk about his damn window and how ghastly it is. It always ignites the, "what if someone juss jumped through that damn thing? what would you cats do?" conversation. And then we go on from ghost stories and our personal feelings on the manner to girls? How the hell was that leap made? Anyways, we got into the topic of a particular girl. We talk about this girl so much that David think she's the hottest thang ever. Granted, he goes to an entirely different school and has never seen her before. To make it even more ridiculous, they swear I have it easy with this girl. Bros, its never that easy, trust me.
I felt bad though, because since I did stay up all night, I was tired the rest of the time there and didn't contribute much to anything except breakfast at 12.
And no, that particular away message doesn't mean I'm with a girl. It juss means that I've recently gotten back into contact with a few of them. Thank you.
The last 10 movies I saw?
Finding Nemo, Matrix: Reloaded, Die Another Day, Casablanca, Good Will Hunting, 10 Things I Hate About You, Jackass: The Movie, The Big Lebowski, Anger Management and What Women Want.
And the last 5 songs to play on my list were...
The Starting Line - Best Of Me
Roscoe - Smooth Sailing
Weird Al - A Complicated Song
Mint Condition - Pretty Brown Eyes
Born Jamericans - Send You My Love
Haha, now why do half of you care?
Docking out...
-Ryan : as Ryan as Left-Handedness
Ryan posted this at 11:42 PM.6/20/03
Friday, June 20, 2003
Dammit people, I'm not perfect. Thanks.
Bros, please. Be a gentleman. Holy dayum, I cannot stress this enough.
"Yeeeah...those are fake."
"Bro...she's 16."
So here I am, putting the finishing touches on this birthday gift drawing on the comp that I'm making for my friend.
I push print.
The computer tells me its printing.
I leave to get a drink and I come back.
My printer is out of ink.
On top of that, the damn thing FREEZES on me and I forgot to save it.
'Oops!' is correct, my friends.
Oops indeed.
If that isn't calsetto, what is? Then again, this has happened to me an infinite number of times. However, you don't get used to it. Its as if you juss won the bid for that car you've always been wanting, and then watching the ceiling collapse onto it.
You'll juss have to start over.
I haven't had cereal in the longest time. Literally and metaphorically. Mmmhmmm....
Some cats have complimented me on my mentality. I was unaware how 'cool' I act or how 'cool' I talk. Thanks.
Considering that your tongue is a muscle, is it possible to pull it? I mean, to pull a muscle, you'd have to strain or overwork it...so, is that possible with your tongue? Could you find yourself with a sharp pain in your mouth after a serious mack-session?
Hmm....
Something that truly irritates me? A kid who doesn't know the importance of an education.
Also, an ultracrepidarian.
Yeah, I'm a logomaniac...
Docking out...
-Ryan : as Ryan as 'Ryaning It'
Ryan posted this at 4:26 PM.6/11/03
Wednesday, June 11, 2003
You know what I juss realized? I update this thing so late, the date is already ahead one day than the day I'm currently writing about. Yup.
You know, she occupied my head the whole day. I don't know why. I've never been in this situation before. Its crazy. How can someone you're sure you have no feelings for, other than friendship, be the basis of all your thoughts?
My friend didn't believe me that I used to have a short-temper back in the day. Well, I did.
Em reminded me of the fact that I don't open up to a lot people. The fact that I know more about all my friends than they know about me should have been a sign. A lot of people don't know me at all, knowing me only superficially. Perhaps its time for some emotional catharsis? Then again, I wouldn't really have much to spout about. I live a pretty stress-free, flowing life.
I wrote about 3 poems today. I usually don't write that much. Well, not on paper, anyways.
If you lived in my head, you'd never be bored. I'm always thinking of stuff.
Half the people I know know me as quiet, laid-back and friendly. The other half know me as witty, entertaining and funny.
Its all relative.
STORY TIME!!!!
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And right here is "Sarang Hae" (below it is the newest story, "Perfect")
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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...
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"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.
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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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"PERFECT"
He sat there, on the futon, while his friend chattered away about his catch of the weekend. A graceful, asian broad whose beauty was as high as her IQ. But he wasn't in the mood to hear about girls. It was an ironic thing, being that the only thing currently occupying his mind was a girl. His buddy's voice drowned out as he got lost in thought. His voice going from a deep masculinity to a graceful, feminine serenade. He recognized the voice immediately. It was hers.
She had been on his mind night and day for the past week. He was in a confused state. He was beyond that. He felt like a fool.
There was room for doubt, but he was sure that at some point, she was feeling him too. But at that time, he wasn't so sure. It wasn't until later that he started feeling the same way.
However, at that time, she was digging on someone else. And so it went for a while, on and off, on and off...but lately, it seemed like the teeter-totter had finally evened out. The two had been getting awfully close...
Should he had succumbed to her courtesy? He could see that she was vying for his attention but like a shy fool, he pushed it away. The following day, he came with a purpose. But she too pushed it away.
But yesterday, it suddenly seemed perfect. The two had stopped their affectionate struggles for a small moment in time. The power had dissipated into both camps as the two sat along, resting together. For the first time in his life, the kid felt at peace.
But once again, the power the two had temporarily shared had shifted within the following day. Once again, it was in her possession and she used it against him like no other.
So, he sat there, ignoring his friend's conquest, thinking about that single joyous moment. And he thought maybe, if he juss waited it out again, he could reattain the moment of affecionate jubilation. That given enough time, it would be perfect.
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Word. You dig? Well, this mamma-jamma is brain-dead for th night.
Docking out...
-Ryan : as filipino as puto (the kind you eat, smartass)
Ryan posted this at 11:16 PM. 6/10/03
Quyhny's B-Day shindig on Sunday, June 22nd, suckas! 4:00 PM 'til whenever, I believe. Free grub, free love....what more you need?
I never EVER know what to get a girl for her B-Day....
Bubbling from the left and now bubbling from the right...
I am one sex-ay bee-yotch.
Actually, no I'm not. Thanks.
Glasses are sex-ay!
I'm the laziest mamma-jamma alive.
Overachieving procrastinator, anybody?
Why does everyone have summer school?
I think I'm the only cat who doesn't have it.
Maybe its juss me but dayum.....girls are beautiful.
They're also crazy....but its all good.
How do you know if you're blind in one eye, haha?
Sometimes, you juss need to burst into song.
If I asked you to, would you dance with me?
I think I take everything for granted.
I don't have an inferiority complex, I'm juss overly modest.
I have integrity.
I practice tarantism, I suffer from basorexia and I'm a master of charientism.
I'm in need of some loving.
Don't settle for the jealous haters....pop your collar.
If you tell me I'm cool, I'll ignore it.
People tell me all the time that other people of the opposite sex like me. I tell these people they're dillusional and to leave me to my goober-iffic self. Hey!
I saw this hella crazy soap opera that had a MONKEY! Monkeys are juss....the epitome of stiffizzle, haha.
Technically, said monkey was an orangutan, but hey...close enough, yeah?
I had $200 in text messages alone on my last phone bill, haha. Call me instead, thanks. 598-5278 or 716-6003
I had an interesting dream the other night. It was very confusing because its scenario was the exact replica of a drawing I drew the night of said dream. However, that's not the real confuzzling part, my friends. In it was a girl. A girl that I was cuddling with. A girl that I know. The real kicker? I don't have any feelings for this girl. Why was it her in my arms? Could this possibly mean that somewhere in my mind, I have the littlest inkling of affection for her? Or perhaps its my subconscious' way of telling me to forget on what I had decided on at the end of the year where instead of chasing las chicas, I'd juss lounge out for a while?
Oh, wait, wait....you know, I was feeling said girl at some point earlier this year but somewhere that thought faded. Maybe my mind and/or heart is still trying to cling on? Even so, its a lost cause, I believe. Oh well, I don't wanna bore you with my troubles (haha, Donell Jones). Its all good. I won't dwell on it. Its only one dream, haha.
Docking out...
-Ryan : as filipino as the United States Postal Service
Ryan posted this at 12:30 AM.6/07/03
Sunday, June 08, 2003
Its that time again...yes. Its story time. In case you missed the previous ones...
Thurs. February 27th - "G*night, G*night"
Sun. March 2nd - "Bedtime"
Sun. March 16th - "Optimist", Mon. March 17th - "Unconditional"
And right here is "Sarang Hae" (below it is the newest story, "Perfect")
=-=-=
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.
---
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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"PERFECT"
He sat there, on the futon, while his friend chattered away about his catch of the weekend. A graceful, asian broad whose beauty was as high as her IQ. But he wasn't in the mood to hear about girls. It was an ironic thing, being that the only thing currently occupying his mind was a girl. His buddy's voice drowned out as he got lost in thought. His voice going from a deep masculinity to a graceful, feminine serenade. He recognized the voice immediately. It was hers.
She had been on his mind night and day for the past week. He was in a confused state. He was beyond that. He felt like a fool.
There was room for doubt, but he was sure that at some point, she was feeling him too. But at that time, he wasn't so sure. It wasn't until later that he started feeling the same way.
However, at that time, she was digging on someone else. And so it went for a while, on and off, on and off...but lately, it seemed like the teeter-totter had finally evened out. The two had been getting awfully close...
Should he had succumbed to her courtesy? He could see that she was vying for his attention but like a shy fool, he pushed it away. The following day, he came with a purpose. But she too pushed it away.
But yesterday, it suddenly seemed perfect. The two had stopped their affectionate struggles for a small moment in time. The power had dissipated into both camps as the two sat along, resting together. For the first time in his life, the kid felt at peace.
But once again, the power the two had temporarily shared had shifted within the following day. Once again, it was in her possession and she used it against him like no other.
So, he sat there, ignoring his friend's conquest, thinking about that single joyous moment. And he thought maybe, if he juss waited it out again, he could reattain the moment of affecionate jubilation. That given enough time, it would be perfect.
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Word. You dig? Well, this mamma-jamma is brain-dead for th night.
Docking out...
-Ryan : as filipino as himself
Ryan posted this at 12:27 AM.6/05/03
Friday, June 06, 2003
OoOoWeE! Sophomore year is over and it couldn't have happened at a better time....I'm fricken spent like a shopping spree.
Finals? I breezed through those much like a fart in the wind. They were nothing to me. All finals were juss another ass to kick. =)
And what a way to end the year...had a big ol' freimjam celebration. Chilled afterschool at BubbleTea and Nacho's with friends then kick it on over to the theater to FIND NEMO!
Holy dayum...that movie is beyond awesome. It is so much the epitome of stiffizzle, you juss don't know. So many great lines from that movie..."Oh no! He TAPPED the BUTT!"
And there was this lil girl in the crowd...the most bubbling lil thing..."Daddy look! That fish has a hurt in it!"
After that, it was the party at ColdStone....after the party it was the afterparty at Kartik's, haha.
We watched Matrix: Reloaded...er...kinda. I'm pretty sure everyone only saw half of it, give or take. Not the exact same half, but a good half as everyone was on and off about it.
Ah man....someone was resting their head on my shoulder today...that is such a great feeling that I haven't experianced in a while. Thank you, person. You probably know who you are, haha.
After the afterparty, it was the hotel lobby or this case, Kartik's kitchen. Those were some fricken good brownies! And the pasta wasn't horrible at all. You're all world class chefs. But we all knew Ravi was, cause I mean, he BOILS his water, haha.
And after the lobby, we gonna take it to Kartik's room and play twista and dance with somebody, haha. Busted out, its all good. I wasn't in the mood to freestyle or sing though, haha.
Then we sang happy birthday to Kartik's uncle and then we all went home and here I am, up late on my last day as a sophomore.
I had so much fun today. Not only that, I had so much fun this YEAR. Ima miss sophomore year juss like I miss freshman year as well as 8th grade. And hopefully....Junior will be no different.
What I have to look forward to junior year:
-Driving
-New people
-AP Classes
-Dance Team
-Community Service (InterAct club, anyone?)
-New people
-Free love, free grub
-Other stiffizzle that'll come along
Hey kids, summer romances are burgeoning....go get yourself someone special! OoOoWeE!
Docking out...
-Ryan : as filipino as text-messaging
Ryan posted this at 12:28 AM.
