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Wednesday, December 27, 200612.27.06
I think it was Rocky Balboa that once said, "It's not about how hard you can hit. It's about how much you can take and still keep going. It's about getting knocked down and having the will to get back up and endure."
Yeah, that isn't you.
Now do something about it.
Things that you're able to measure-- it might be a good idea to measure them.
It really is no fun-- so why add to it or let it take away more of your fun?
Too worried about an image.
Too worried about what others may think.
Too worried about judgement.
Bound by ideals, opinions and culture.
Just let it go.
It's almost that easy.
Why does every action have to get second-guessed?
Why can't someone just do a good thing and leave it at that?
Why must you owe something in order to do something?
That's the world we live in.
At this point, you should know right or wrong.
Docking out...
-Ryan : out of the system
Ryan posted this at 3:28 PM.12.20.06
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
What's the password?
You only wish you were as cool as halo-halo
It's been getting pretty chilly lately.
Not gonna lie.
You think that's really Heidi Klum singing in that Victoria's Secret commercial?
Oh, Seal-- you're such a lucky guy.
Hmm... can the boy re-establish a normal sleeping pattern?!
Place your bets now!
I don't know why I have an inclination to give nicknames.
But I do!
Here's the problem with most of the youth: We see things that make us want to change our lives and ultimately the world.
We make these alterations in our lives and then proceed to do what we can to spread the word and hopefully amass people to follow suit.
And then we either get bored and/or forget because we are creatures of habit and we revert back to our old ways.
We have the desire (sometimes), but not the discipline.
Instants. It's how we live.
You know, I could run for 5 miles too.
If I were able to.
You only wish you were as cool as Binyah-Binyah the Poliwog.
I do not want to be "penciled" into your schedule.
I decided to stick with it and see where it leads.
Aside from the fact that I no longer want to be mistaken for a 12-year old.
What's the term for a cloned kitten?
You only wish you were as cool as the White Ranger.
How do you know if you're out of shape?
Just play the Wii and see what happens the day after.
If you don't know my friends.
You don't know me.
Maybe instead of trying to get into her pants, you should try and get into her head.
It's just as interesting and fun in there anyway (probably even moreso-- what?!) and it'll last you far longer than a couple of minutes max.
Okay, we all have our flaws. We can overlook that, so let's just negate that from the equation.
I mean, people are the way they are and there are reasons behind most of their intricacies.
If only people understood themselves more and the way that they operate.
You only wish you were as cool as Eureka's Castle.
I found some of my old yearbooks, letters, notes, scores, stats and awards.
A lifetime of prestige and high achievement.
Over it.
That exact moment's catalogued in there as well if you put the pieces together correctly.
Just fly a kite.
Fear not the "smartass", for it is they who find humor in situations you may not and, in doing so, bring forth joy and light to the world.
There are just so many moments in life that would benefit from spontaneous bursts of musical numbers and dances.
You only wish you were as cool as Ferris Bueller.
We need a local Sonics somewhere in San Diego, and here's why:
Not because they have a huge selection of about eleventy different kind of drinks but because they have cheesecake bites.
Did you read that?
CHEESECAKE BITES!
I don't think you understand the magnitude of this...
at all.
And because of that... we're gonna need to let you go.
Please pack your things.
Ooh, here comes the knockout...
You only wish you were as cool as Grandmaster Flash.
Hilarious Clinton.
End game.
Docking out...
-Ryan : part bird, part plane, part Superman
Ryan posted this at 1:09 AM.12.19.06
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I missed the tree decorating.
It's the same lights we've had since I was little.
They play the same Christmas instrumentals in that all-too-familiar monophonic tone.
They want to spend the holiday in Vegas.
I miss the famjam reunions.
But, as the youngest child, I suffer the consequencecs of time.
It's a struggle, but it's understandable.
They deserve better and shouldn't be working at this point.
I'm going to give them back the world and more.
I would end the life of a small solar mass to give them the biggest diamond known to personkind.
Whatever they want, they will get it.
Don't get in my way if they're at point B.
Docking out...
-Ryan : so, click "approve"
Ryan posted this at 12:26 AM.12.17.06
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Here's the plan...
if or when I'm rich enough, I'm going to build a town.
YES...
...an entire town.
And there will be streets!
WITH STREET NAMES!
Names such as:
-Fake Ave.
-That One Rd.
-This Really Long Blvd.
-The 101
-The Border
-Here
-There
-The Light
-J. Lo's Bend
...so that the directions would be as confusing as possible.
Yes, that would be my dream town.
"Oh, you wanna go to Church's Chicken? Yeah, that's on the the corner of Here and There. Listen, just go on That One Rd., and it'll turn into This Really Long Blvd. Then just take a left at The Light. Yes, The Light."
Beautiful.
Docking out...
-Ryan : makes ya wanna gargle
Ryan posted this at 3:03 PM.12.12.06
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Thanks to Animal Planet's "Growing Up...", I now know how to raise tigers, meerkats and penguins.
I'm thinking of starting up a zoo.
Who's with me?!
In other news, I decided that I want to save the world.
So, I'm going to travel to Egypt (Hamanatra, specifically) and awaken a cursed court priest bent on vengeful destruction.
I beat him, I save the world.
It's simple, really.
Docking out...
-Ryan : who's with me?!
Ryan posted this at 2:58 AM.12.10.06
Sunday, December 10, 2006
I'm gonna be.
Docking out...
-Ryan : an alteration nearing fruition
Ryan posted this at 1:32 PM.12.07.06
Thursday, December 07, 2006
You know when see that old couple while you're out doing you're thing...
and you can't help but smile?
'Cause it makes you happy to see two people still happily together after so long and you know that they would do anything for eachother and they probably already have sacrificed so much in their lives for eachother and their children and their children.
You know?
Docking out...
-Ryan : just beyond _____
Ryan posted this at 1:34 PM.12.04.06
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Give me the time and the opportunity, and I will make it happen.
I will make an ocean of the sky.
And don't call her that.
You don't even know her.
Just ask.
Just tell me.
I might dislike you for it, might love you for it, might do or say things that I won't mean but in the end--
I will respect you for it-- for stating it.
Regardless of what I feel about you, my respect will go a long way.
This weekend was beyond fun.
I couldn't stop smiling-- even if saturday evening was a bit of a let down.
Though, it left much downtime for rumination.
That itch has come back and I'd rather that it hadn't.
Maybe it's doomed to be that way-- creativity at a price.
I hadn't written anything in a while.
You can't switch lanes without first taking a quick glance back.
Sometimes, it's a good thing to reminisce.
Even if you're at the point where it just seems like the same things restructured.
Docking out...
-Ryan : tied to infinity
Ryan posted this at 12:54 AM.11.27.06
Monday, November 27, 2006
Nothing will feed your insecurities more than yourself.
You have to be able to give a little.
Yes, I would capitalize on that.
Yes, there is a mouse running around in my house.
Yes, I'd take a bullet for you.
Docking out...
-Ryan : what are you talking about?
Ryan posted this at 7:59 PM.11.26.06
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Would you rather love someone who completes you?
Or someone who loves you completely?
Oooh...
Docking out...
-Ryan : oooh
Ryan posted this at 5:23 PM.11.18.06
Saturday, November 18, 2006
"We are all fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance."
We have to find our heart-songs all by ourselves.
It shouldn't have to be about the money.
You have to be prepared for the fact that you're not perfect and that there might be some thing that are "wrong" with you. Make it work.
Everyone has that one thing, like a key to their inherent lock, that creates a jovial ambiance whenever it comes into contact with them.
If you can argue correctly every time, you can never be wrong.
It's easy to gain the upper hand whenever you down-play your position.
What effects will the actions of today have on tommorow?
Though this is a world of compromises, in the end, you shouldn't have to be one.
It's only natural to be selfish.
Don't let your education get in the way of your learning.
Understand yourself, and the world is a little more manageable.
If you don't live up to it, I could never forgive you.
Wake up every morning thinking, "I'm going to do something beautiful today", and make it your mission to go to sleep thinking, "I did something beautiful today".
Here, have a gummi.
Docking out...
-Ryan : return of the chain
Ryan posted this at 2:36 AM.11.05.06
Sunday, November 05, 2006
If this doesn't make you smile, then you might not have a soul:
Docking out...
-Ryan : stairs
Ryan posted this at 1:55 AM.10.29.06
Monday, October 30, 2006
Two evenings, dispersed in an hour and a half, and encapsulated in 42 seconds.
Crazy.
What's even more mind-blowing is that some cats begin it an hour before practice and then continue the chain of events.
Who does that?
Docking out...
-Ryan : like a bullet ballet
Ryan posted this at 10:31 PM.10.25.06
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Here's to the germophobes:
There are germs everywhere.
You can try all you can-- but they're going to constantly be around you.
And not all germs are bad, you know?
Some would say that it's a good thing to get sick, because your body naturally learns how to defend itself from future attackers, making your immune system stronger.
In fact, have you ever heard of bacterial flora?
There's a layer of bacteria that lives on your epidermis.
Yeah.
This is real.
It's there and it strives.
But it's not bad bacteria.
It's good bacteria.
They actually compete with malignant bacteria and germs for the ability to live there.
So be careful with all those antibacterial, microbial hoom-de-holla.
Docking out...
-Ryan : OGerm
Ryan posted this at 1:43 AM.10.23.06
Monday, October 23, 2006
I'll tell you what...
You have to know that you're not a god or a goddess.
But you are a person.
An amazing person.
It's inherent within you.
And I'm not going to tell you that you're destined for great things--
but you're very capable of it.
You deserve the world.
Don't you ever let anyone tell you otherwise.
Docking out...
-Ryan : real talk
Ryan posted this at 1:07 AM.10.19.06
Thursday, October 19, 2006
"This cat had the most gnarly acne you've ever seen. You could play connect the dots and create every constellation in existence on one cheek. It was sooo gnarly, you could play twister on his face! I kid you not."
Aren't kids silly?
Docking out...
-Ryan : how do you make cement?
Ryan posted this at 1:13 AM.10.17.06
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Look, if you go through an experience, you gotta soak it up and take what you can from it--
good or bad.
You have to take that new knowledge and carry it with you as you move on.
'Cause if you don't, these experiences will lead your life--
and that's a sign that you're not loving yourself enough to direct your own life.
Loving yourself is key, because if you don't, you will never be comfortable with yourself, your surroundings or many things that are thrown at you.
If you're constantly asking or reminding yourself for a better life, you're already behind.
You don't have to make everyday worthwhile.
That's asking a lot.
But could it kill you to smile every now and then?
Psst... answer is no.
You gotta live at the speed of life.
Docking out...
-Ryan : no one's exempt from conflict
Ryan posted this at 12:44 AM.10.16.06
Monday, October 16, 2006
I recommend not putting lava into your eyes.
Truuuuust me.
Docking out...
-Ryan : so cal thizz face
Ryan posted this at 2:39 AM.10.15.06
Sunday, October 15, 2006
My criteria for good smooth R&B music?
If, when listening to it, I feel like a badass--
it's definitely good stuff.
If, by listening to it, it puts you in a romantic mood for some slow grooving or vibing--
it's definitely good stuff.
If, when you wake up in the morning, it plays in your head and you think to yourself, "I'm going to do something beautiful today."--
it's definitely good stuff.
Docking out...
-Ryan : definitely good stuff
Ryan posted this at 1:13 AM.10.13.06
Friday, October 13, 2006
Hello, kiddies.
Today, I'd like to talk about social interactions.
Specifically, the social interactive tool known as "association".
You see, association is fine in limited usage as a way to, perhaps, introduce yourself or maybe boost the confidence of a friend.
As in, "Oh, let's just say that this kid has been my mentor for the past few years."
Or maybe even, "Hi. I'm a friend of..."
But never, under any circumstances, make it your main social weapon.
Though, you may not be an attention whore, the main reasoning behind social interactions is to make friends.
Basically, you're building a wall around your own personality because all you can do is liken yourself to others and their relationship with you.
Not so bueno.
And on top of that, you may irritate those your are praising.
You dig?
On a lighter note, try-outs went well, were successful and damn fun.
I haven't spoken or led a crowd in a very long time.
It's good to be back.
And remember kids:
"Well open up your mind and see like me.
Open up your plans and damn you're free.
Look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love.
Listen to the music of the moment, maybe sing with me.
I like peaceful melody.
It's your God forsaken right to be loved, loved, loved, loved, loved."
BRING HIP HOP BACK!
Docking out...
-Ryan : i'm yours
Ryan posted this at 3:54 AM.10.07.06
Saturday, October 07, 2006
I know I'm gonna die, so my revenge is living well.
Docking out...
-Ryan : make me pure
Ryan posted this at 8:46 PM.10.05.06
Thursday, October 05, 2006
I've realized that I live everyday like it's a weekend.
I don't look at the week as busy weekdays full of classes and look forward to a relaxing weekend.
I live everyday as if it's a saturday full of errands.
I don't do work. I show up and run my tasks and then relax and do homework/reading whenever I want.
I don't work well with deadlines, I just get my stuff done.
I generally just don't think that far ahead, I guess.
I'm also a bum.
Docking out...
-Ryan : chillin', if willin'
Ryan posted this at 10:49 AM.09.27.06
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
How much would it suck to have Waldo in your family?
You couldn't bring him anywhere.
He'd just get lost.
I think Waldo has Alzheimer's.
Docking out...
-Ryan : where?
Ryan posted this at 11:09 PM.09.18.06
Monday, September 18, 2006
It was the end of a summer reminiscent of another--
elusive, tangled, complex and full of uncertainty and whiplashes.
But he knew how it would all end.
He saw every aspect, every detail.
He knew before the game even began--
how everything would crumble.
Yet, he repeated a mistake he hadn't for a long time, letting optimism deter him from reality and what was best.
He made a wrong all-in maneuver and bluffed himself out of the pot.
It stirred within him, an emotion he wasn't accustomed to and was never really fond of.
He hadn't been angry in years.
It was the end of a summer reminiscent of another.
Docking out...
-Ryan : watashi wa
Ryan posted this at 1:08 AM.09.08.06
Friday, September 08, 2006
I don't mess with girls named Natasha 'cause Natasha is, "Ah, Satan!" spelled backwards.
Fat+Intrigued = Fatigued?
You'd laugh if I had a terminal illness....
Docking out...
-Ryan : terminally illmatic, fa' sho', muddah-truckah
Ryan posted this at 11:58 PM.9.02.06
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Time is just the relationship between the change of two or more different things.
So, if you hate change, you're in luck because you're constantly changing in a sense.
Sucks to be you.
Docking out...
-Ryan : time traveler
Ryan posted this at 11:29 PM.8.30.06
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
You know how a couple posts back I postulated that perhaps subconsciously all I wanted was to be quoted?
I take that back.
I think, subconsciously, all I really want is there to exist a very famous band that strives and continually makes hit after hit with the name, "Friends of Ryan Mose".
Yeah, that stuff.
I think.
Docking out...
-Ryan : H8A
Ryan posted this at 10:32 PM.08.28.06
Monday, August 28, 2006
You know, they say the sun never stops shinin' on a baller (that's why they wear their sunglasses even at night).
So, please do not say that my prescription glasses are "stunna" shades.
They aren't shades and they certainly do not stun.
Plus the fact that they are only tinted whenever there is enough sunlight.
My glasses must bein denial, 'cause, you know...
I certainly am a baller.
Holla-jou-walla.
Docking out...
-Ryan : rhymes with kinseracob
Ryan posted this at 5:22 PM.8.27.06
Sunday, August 27, 2006
You know the word "knock"?
If it were "knonk" instead (that is, replace the "c" with an "n"), it would become a palindrome.
If I were to ever be on a bobsled team, I would like to be the guy in the back.
Sure, you might think that he has the burden of having to be the last guy in.
But think of this...
if they ever were to crash, he'd have the most cushion in front of him.
Well, for the most part.
The guy in the front has the most uh...
guy protection.
I don't think they have cups for bobsledders.
Docking out...
-Ryan : will invent the bobsledders cup
Ryan posted this at 10:00 PM. 8.27.06
I think subconsciously, all I really want...
is to be quoted, anonymously or famously.
You know, like how you always hear the quote, "Dance like nobody's watching."
Stuff like that.
I think.
I recommend not sneezing into or towards the direction of a fan.
I don't get the term "hands down".
Isn't one's natural reaction to something that affected them so greatly to put their hands up?
I often have my hands down, and they're usually like that because of dull or non-exciting events.
You don't get held up by a robber with a gun and then say, "Man, hands down, that was the worst experience ever."
No, you'd say with your arms in the air, "Man, hands up, that was the worst experience ever."
That and the fact that you probably would already have your hands up while you initially thought that that.
Docking out...
-Ryan : hands out
Docking out...
-Ryan : dances like everybody's watching
Ryan posted this at 1:11 PM.8.25.06
Saturday, August 26, 2006
It was just one of those days where you're not necessarily in a bad mood, you just easily zone-out.
It's like a sudden rush of deep thoughts and it seems like pensive sessions of lost time decided to come back all at the same time on the same day.
You try to concentrate, but all you can concentrate on is the oscillating ruminations sporadically fluttering from this subject to that.
Everything you see or hear inhibits five-minute periods of wonder, curiousity and thinking.
It's not always good, but it's not always bad.
It eventually stops, but the flip-flopping thought process can only cease or become slothed by one thing-- a big idea or subject which will guide your thoughts for the rest of the day.
And what was the thing that took over my mind the entire day?
People. Again.
They say knowledge is a dangerous thing because once you know things, it's not like you can just forget it.
Even if it pains you.
This a good example as any I guess.
There's this one lady where I work, and I know she tries, but sometimes she just doesn't get it--
doesn't get a question, a command or just a route of thinking.
And it annoys me sometimes--
because I want her to get it.
How much easier would things be if she just didn't have to spend as much time as she does trying to figure something out.
And it isn't just this one lady at work--
they're people everywhere.
Half the time, they're very capable of solving their own problems, they just won't allow it.
I want to just help them clear their heads, remove all the pointless stuff they're wallowing about.
Because if they could just remove the gunk, they'd see how shiny the tile really is.
Why waste time stressing over time you can't get back?
Now back to this lady, she's also a hypocrite with a self-indulged mentality and personality that's borderline high school-reminiscent, but that's another argument and I'm beginning to digress.
Back to point.
She's somewhat lazy and very often refuses to do work for others and then goes around and complains when the temps decide not to help her out with anything.
The worst part is, she doesn't realize she's doing it.
And why's that?
Because people have a strong affinity for themselves and have a tendency to work things out for themselves.
I see it in almost everyone, whether they know it or not.
And it's not their fault-- it's a very basic human condition and society reinforces that more so.
But it still irritates me to see people complaining all the time and not doing something about it.
Or when they're stuck on past events that cause even more stress on their lives.
And I know, it's not easy to work upon these things.
I don't expect to happen all in one day.
But, if for just one day every year (every month, if I had it my way), people could just sit and analyze the way they live and delve into the reasons for their actions and why they act they way they do-- maybe they could help improve themselves.
Because no one likes to get hassled, and they certainly don't want to hear things from someone else, let alone me.
I could wish the best and want to give you all the help in the world, but it has to start with you.
If you want to rot in your own hole, then there's nothing I can do.
But please, don't throw the dirt you find down there back at me.
It won't always go as planned, but hey--
if life gives you lemons and you make a grape smoothie, you still made something, yeah?
Drink up.
Docking out...
-Ryan : do something (sincerely) for someone else at least once per day
Ryan posted this at 2:33 AM.08.22.06
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
I keep trying to have staring contests with this guy in the glass (and I'm not gonna lie-- he's pretty damn fine) that have sometimes last for minues, even hours, but we keep ending in draws.
We're just too good. Maybe we should stare down other people with these decimating pools of dark brown hue.
Docking out...
-Ryan : de-de-de-deeee-nieeed
Ryan posted this at 7:12 PM. 08.22.06
Until the now became later.
A teacher, in the middle of her second year ask one of the students she previously taught, "Eddie, why do you think you're doing so well this year as compared to last?"
He replied, "It's 'cause I like the person I am when I'm around you."
It is what it is.
That may be the case for material things.
But for abstract beings and the human condition, I don't believe so.
You need more laughter in your life.
It was so comfortable.
How's the cushion after sitting on it for so long?
It sure ain't tempur-material.
Docking out...
-Ryan : Miles from Coltrane
Ryan posted this at 1:03 AM.08.21.06
Monday, August 21, 2006
In a lot of things in life, it's not about how things deal with you but how you deal with them.
My first custom shirt will read: "It's laundry day".
But the thing is, I'll wear it all the time.
My first custom license plate holder will say, "I'd rather be sleeping".
But the thing is, (much to the surprise/chagrin of those reading it) I hardly ever sleep at a regular schedule nor a normal amount of time.
High cholesterol and an elevated level of liver enzymes?
You can't necessarily have the good without the bad.
Sometimes, I get this feeling like I'm the only person that doesn't work on the weekends.
A sense of humor will save you from a lot of things.
People lose or get new numbers without telling others-- that's how people lose touch.
Correction: People delete or get new MySpaces/screenames without telling others-- that's how people lose touch nowadays.
Okay, I don't mind bulletins. They'll happen. But when you're posting them every 5 minutes about useless stuff, you might need to check yourself.
And having a conversation through bulletins? What is wrong with you people? Call that person (and then three-way everyone on your friends list while you're at it).
You always have a choice, no doubt-- but there are many situations in life where you have to bite the bullet.
Have some patience and remember-- while you may have a lack of option now, it may open a cascade of opportunity later.
At least, that's what I tell myself and others.
I'm too young to concretely know this and I'm surrounded by too many who never followed it or reaped its benefits.
And about that last post-- it's loosely based on this one cool cat I know.
And as always, I'll leave it at that.
Docking out...
-Ryan : we gon' walk these dogs
Ryan posted this at 2:09 AM.08.20.06
Sunday, August 20, 2006
DISCLAIMER: The following is a macabre tale of a dark and serious nature. Please do not continue if you feel that you cannot endure such a story. Cheers.
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He'll tell you that he doesn't have insomnia, though that's the technical term for it. As an acquaintance, he'll just tell you that he has trouble sleeping at night. But if you're one of the chosen few, he may feel compelled to tell you of what haunts him in the still hours of the midnight, of the various demons that torture him from the depths of the shadows, whose contorted shapes do nothing but remind him of events that transpired in the past.
Do you live in fear? I mean, truly terrified of something-- scared for or of life? Most are lucky enough to not have to live with such burdensome thoughts-- he used to be one of them.
More than likely, he will spare you the long story-- that he just had his short time handling politics. He'll say that, in a nutshell, there were often disputes between parties and eventually, he evolved into the man who was sent to quell a quantity of qualms in the area. But very quickly, like a moth to the flame, he was drawn in and the risk of each solution rose considerably.
Things were getting deep and he was being brought down with them. With their age, people's egos grew-- their intelligence and immaturity exponentially worsening. Vendettas were constantly growing, retribution seeming to be the only option.
Living under these conditions left him jaded to many experiences. The violence of men and their testosterone-driven ambitions over territory and material things were things that only shocked him in the very beginning-- not because he got over it, but because one had to get over it in order to be strong enough to do what he did. It was only when things of this nature deviated from the alpha-males and their peons and began burgeoning into the lives of females that a dark flame stirred within him-- that was his weakness.
His deep-rooted hate for the male mind was a direct result of his environment. There's a keen difference betwen streetsmarts and booksmarts and here, he had a clear advantage in both over all the men he dealt with. But the ladies here were another story and of another caliber. The roles they played in these neighborhoods and the actions they took nurtured within him a soft respect for the female gender. He never fought over his boys-- only with words and compromises.
But, mess with a girl in any shape or form, physically or verbally, and there would be guaranteed payback. He called them his "songs" and his quartet of retaliation sang his lyrics to the unfortunate-- their heard crescendos of pain amplifications of the melancholy in the female community they had created.
He was the Venus Enforcer and soon he became more feared than loved. He had a composure and form that presiden'ts would have been envious of. He ruled over the county with an undisputed iron fist. With his strong hold of power, he was very rarely perturbed or distilled, his raging fire of retribution saved for female cases.
The last time he lost it, a girl he hardly even knew was reported to had been raped at a party. He approached her in confidence and it was confirmed. He felt that it was his duty to deliver an opposite but unequal reaction.
Instead of his usual quartet, he rounded a band of ex-cons who owed him a favor. It was a saturday evening and the target and friends were jumped outside of a local liquor store. He and his crew, which consisted of three, were taken to a back-alley where they were blasted with a prison song of forced attrition. Poetic justice-- four virginities to pay for the stolen value of one.
He never gave the group, known as the Northside Aristocrats, another thought-- he usually never had to.
Two weeks later, the NSA retaliated in a violent guerrilla knife-frenzy. However, they weren't after him-- at least not physically. He didn't play by the rules, neither would they-- they went after one of his best friends, his right-hand man.
The ambulance didn't make it in time. He suffered a slow death due to blood loss, the result of multiple stabbings lining the stomach and chest.
Do you know what it's like to hold a loved one in your arms, watching them breathe their last breath, the small light in them fading away until there's an emptiness in their eyes?
After that, he distanced himself from that town and everyone there. The place that he once regulated with dignity had regulated him in the end, making him one of its victims.
It was memories like this that lurked in the darkness and slowly ate away at his soul. He couldn't sleep because at times, he was paralyzed with fear from knowledge-- the knowledge that he or anyone wasn't invincible and that the world is a crazy place with a severe imbalance of good and bad.
But more importantly, his faith in humanity was shattered-- he was terrified with the knowledge that even he could succumb to the travesties and horrors he once prevented.
=-=-=-=-=
Docking out...
-Ryan : ...
Ryan posted this at 2:32 AM.08.16.06
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
I claim Carlsbad as my own.
Just keep your eyes peeled on your righthand-side when driving down Palomar Airport road towards San Marcos.
Look for a tanker-- my name's all over it.
Love, laught, luck and lollipops.
That's all you really need to possess.
Docking out...
-Ryan : calm, cool, collected-- but also crazy
Ryan posted this at 11:47 PM.08.07.06
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
I am quite possibly among the most enigmatic and hardest to reach persons ever to exist in the 21st century.
Holla front.
Docking out...
-Ryan : just leave a message
Ryan posted this at 1:08 AM.08.03.06
Friday, August 04, 2006
Empathy should inspire instead of expire notions of optimism, aid and philanthropy.
People are too concerned with recognition that they only do the right thing when it is easily observed by others.
It's all in the details.
Docking out...
-Ryan : not the sum of the whole parts
Ryan posted this at 1:35 AM.08.02.06
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Wouldn't it be something if everything all changed?
Docking out...
-Ryan : it's a good thing
Ryan posted this at 7:50 AM.07.31.06
Monday, July 31, 2006
Is it just me, or is it close to impossible to try and eat a SubWay sandwich without getting it all over you?
Docking out...
-Ryan : impeccable eater
Ryan posted this at 1:25 AM.07.23.06
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Whoa there... when was the last time I posted something on here?
Oh, right. On the 7th.
Of last month.
Silly me.
But, oh, yo, hello there! How's life?
Mine? Well-- it's been really warm.
And in case you were wondering (because, hey, I know I was), if given the choice, I'd much rather be cold than hot.
"Por que?" you might not be asking yourself? Well, I figure that I could always find ways to warm myself up.
Plus, most things taste better cold/frozen than burnt/disintegrated.
If you've been trying to contact me by text-- my apologies. My phone isn't acting right. Either that or I decided to stop being a text-whore and cancel my texting. Flip a coin.
And if you call and I don't answer-- please leave a voicemail because sometimes, you're under an unknown number and when I check my missed calls, you're still that-- an unknown.
And no one wants to be an unknown. That'd just be disheartening.
You know what sucks?
When you need to use the bathroom-- but the water's shut off because you're also fixing that toilet you desperately need to use.
Secondly, I have jurt duty to report to. Blah gah gah!
Important note #1: Civic duty and voter turnouts have gotten so bad and America is falling prey to pop culture and instant gratification more and more each year that Arizona has proposed a bill that would enter voters in a million dollar lottery for every voting period.
Important note #1B: Tucson, Arizona is not pronounced "Tuc-Son", but rather "Two-San".
So, it's really warm out here-- kind of makes you want to see An Inconvenient Truth
...or Snakes On A Plane.
One of the two. I don't know.
And it's been over a month into my summer and all I've done is work.
Anyhow, I was freestyling in the car the other day on my way home from work and it occured to me that I'm a horrible rapper (among other things-- but you knew that already) and that I should stop immediately.
But I didn't.
What a twist! M. Night Shmayallamalan should certainly take a page from my book.
Speaking of the flow, I have this friend who goes by the name of Midas. Look him up on MySpace and ask to get a copy of his rhyming MixCD. Holla front!
Important note #2: I believe that Twista developed his fat-rhyming style about love-making by being a broke/low-cash brother who was determined to get as much bang (haha, get it?-- well, you haven't hit the punchline yet) for his buck out of phone-sex hotlines that charge an arm and a leg per minute.
S0, I haven't started a writing or an art project in a little under a year.
But I will soon-- I have an empty room and an empty house to design. OoOoWeE!
Maybe I could start doing commissions-- that'd certainly make me delve back into artistry?
Of the various types of people in this world, this is might be topping the list:
There are those who live life trying to define theirs and those that live life trying to enrich theirs.
Bragging and telling empowered stories about yourself are clear indicators of a few things-- mainly insecurity and the high possibility that those things never occured.
More respect is given out to those that do what they do and only speak of it every now and then.
Actions, events and instances garner more cultural capitalism than any other method.
Important note #3: I don't believe you're in a justified position to complain about something unless you're at least trying to do something about it.
So, how 'bout those Hezbollah?
Important note #4: I was beginning to think that the term "tasteless joke" originated because people would get slapped so hard for them that they couldn't taste anything.
I'm going to be one fo three dance coordinators next year for Urban.
Weird...
Let's see how that goes (or, better yet, how long that lasts).
Nonetheless, come on out to SB to visit and watch us perform. It'll be fire-- I guarantee it.
Important note #5: Some people say the "Big Man Upstairs" is a stalwart, majestic being that shows a lack of humor. I disagree, because as someone once pointed out, we flatulate-- how could mankind possibly have invented it?
Nice is different than good.
I still enjoy Dr Pepper.
Sometimes, it's the little things-- remember that.
Peace easy.
Docking out...
-Ryan : peaced easily
Ryan posted this at 11:58 AM.06.07.06
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
So many cats worry about the success--
what about the significance?
Docking out...
-Ryan : ridin' derrrrrr-d
Ryan posted this at 6:35 PM.06.01.06
Friday, June 02, 2006
You need proof that there's no such thing as giants?
Okay, well... think about this.
We all enjoy swimming in the pool from time to time, yeah?
It only follows that giants wouldn't fit in normal pools, so they'd have to swim in lakes or in one of the various oceans.
Question: How many times do people often relieve themselves in the pools (and it's noticeable)?--
far more often than you would like to think.
Have you ever seen giant feces or a floating school of urine in a lake or in the ocean?
Didn't think so.
You ever sit there and think about how, at this moment in time, everyone else in the world is living, working, breathing, surviving and thinking (maybe even about the same things you are).
To know that the world is a lively organism with all of it's inhabitants doing their own thing-- it's just mindblowing.
Well, if you don't, you're one of two people: the mindblown and the not-knowing.
Of course there's only two types of people in this world.
There's just many types.
Those that "do ____" and those that "don't ____" will set the stage.
I'm an optimist. Well, more specifically-- an optimist that likes to excercise reasoning whenever possible. I like to think I'm a realist with an optimist overtone.
It's a dangerous thing to be a pure optimist-- optimists can be extremely naive.
There's a keen difference between being positive because you don't want to see the negative and being positive because you're aware of the negative.
One of the big keys on the gauntlet to enlightenment is to achieve a mentality of the latter. It definitely helps.
Besides, knowing all the angles gives your more options-- and ultimately, more control.
And most kids like control. Believe it.
I don't believe that things happen for a reason.
Well, to clarify, I don't like to believe that things happen for a reason nor that the Big Man Upstairs has a plan.
Why? Because that would imply that, ultimately, you really don't have free will.
To say that things happen for a reason is to say that things happen in one's lifetime in a sequential order.
That decision that you thought you made based on reasoning-- it was already pre-planned ages ago.
I'm more of a "stuff happens" kind of person with a little bit of cause and effect. I like to believe that I have some control over what I do.
Hey, you were at the wrong place at the wrong time-- it happens.
You were out there doing your own thing on your own accord-- everyone else is doing the same.
Of course paths are going to cross eventually.
Now, you might be thinking to yourself, "But Ryan, there are times when you say, 'Oh, they'll get theirs. It's all good.' Isn't that kind of going against what you're saying-- that if the universe unfolds as it should, then it implies that there's a degree of no control?"
Oh, but no-- that's not what I'm saying.
When I say that, I mean that eventually, something will have to happen. It's a matter of mathematics.
Statistically, we cannot evade all troubles-- we'll all get ours. It happens.
You might ask-- why do really bad things happen to good people?
In the scheme of things, I would say that really bad things happen to everyone-- it's just more noticeable to those that usually have it good or are of a "good nature".
I could concede-- given that there are some things out of our hands and there exist a heaven or a haven for the good, that perhaps such travesties are markers or obstacles that test our will and our mentalities of good.
In the such tragic cases that end in death, perhaps it's just an easy ticket to the really good stuff. This would explain why the "wicked" seem to have longer lifespans-- that it's a punishment to have to live longer in suffering (and on a merciful level, it's better to prolong their mortal status as long as possible if they really aren't headed to the place of godly awesomeness).
"Why is this my life?" is everyone's question.
Docking out...
-Ryan : reasons
Ryan posted this at 2:06 AM.05.22.06
Monday, May 22, 2006
I know--
let's just win the lottery.
That's all there is to it.
Docking out...
-Ryan : a thinker
Ryan posted this at 1:00 AM.05.08.06
Monday, May 08, 2006
I don't think people realize how hard it is to be an optimist.
Docking out...
-Ryan : and it opened up my eyes
Ryan posted this at 6:27 PM.05.06.06
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Okay, I can understand how hard it is to just be happy (well... kind of)--
but how hard is it to value what you have or what is/was given to you?
Kids these days are developing selfish and greedy mentalities (in more ways than one) instead of learning to appreciate.
Appreciation-- it's a good thing.
Everything revolving around jubilancy is rooted in appreciation.
Remember that one, and you'll be set.
Docking out...
-Ryan : ordinary people
Ryan posted this at 2:10 AM.05.01.06
Monday, May 01, 2006
If you had certain alleles that actually harbored risk for you children, would you still reproduce?
What if it were almost guaranteed?
What if you had all the beneficial combination of genes in terms of athleticism and intellect, but harbored all the potentially malignant ones too?
Is that sacrifice or what?
The show went well--
beyond fun.
I love performing.
Docking out...
-Ryan : peace easy
Ryan posted this at 11:47 PM.04.27.06
Thursday, April 27, 2006
To do what you want to do-- that's courage.
Docking out...
-Ryan : do what you gotta do
Ryan posted this at 3:09 PM.04.25.06
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
I have the greatest girlfriend ever.
For serious.
Best surprise ever.
And I've had my share of surprises.
Like that one time when I couldn't tell if my parents were joking or not when they said I was an accident.
Whooo, boy.
Good times, good times.
Some of you have midterms this week, so you probably have all these questions in your head at the moment.
But let me ask you something...
For to when tease hicks?
That's the most important question and only question you should be thinking about at the moment.
Say it out loud.
Go ahead.
It's okay.
No one's watching.
Just go for it.
...
Now, repeat that every five minutes until you fully grasp its awesomeness in its entirety.
And make sure you ruminate over it for a good amount of time because I'll be quizzing you tommorow!
Now, I know what you're thinking...
You think I'm sexy.
And you're right.
But that's beside the point.
Point is, you have a dilemma on your hands.
That dilemma goes along the lines of, "Hey, what am I going to be doing this saturday evening?"
The answer?
It starts with a "P" and ends in "CN".
At least, the second half.
The first half's cool.
But the second half is even better.
Especially when we have five white people singing about how cool it is to be pilipino.
HEY!
I'm an uncle!
I was an uncle beforehand--
but now I'm twice the uncle I was before!
That's right, on April 21, Kaylin Elise Mose was born.
Isn't the month of April just so groovy?
It is.
Believe it.
Dig in, my friends.
Dig in.
Es-Ee-Ex-Ex-I-EEEEE!
Keep peeled eyes.
And eat gummi bears.
Did you know that you can OD on Flintstones vitamins?
Seems like nothing's safe anymore.
Speaking of vitamins...
Quick theory for those that drink.
When you drink, you intake alcohol, which is "oxidized" into ethanol and then filtered.
Well, this whole "oxidizing" business is the one thing that's getting in your way of inebriation and bringing soberness and that special hangover closer to fruition.
So what to do?
Find other chemical agents that will oxidize first.
Things like vitamin C.
Chase with some OJ, and perhaps you'll stay drunker longer and create many moments to regrettably recall in the near future.
Good times.
Straight A's this quarter?
Not if chemistry can help it.
Our chemistry professor thinks we're all intellectually inept.
Makes one feel like they could take on the world.
Yadda-mean?
No, I don't.
I haven't an inkling of your intended meaning when you say something like that.
In fact, I'll say that to you.
And then end with," Yao Ming?"
Because, honestly, as stupid as that is, it just phonetically and euphoniously sounds better.
It's more emollient.
Look those up.
I put the "harm" in charm.
Docking out...
-Ryan : gummi bears! MMM!
Ryan posted this at 12:44 AM.04.18.06
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
It's only as hard as you'll allow it to be.
Docking out...
-Ryan : stick it
Ryan posted this at 2:05 AM.04.17.06
Monday, April 17, 2006
*Ahem*...
It's not the "seven-sixty".
Okay?
It is the "seven-six-oh".
Get it right, playa.
Get it right.
Docking out...
-Ryan : damn, son
Ryan posted this at 2:22 AM.04.011.06
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Let's get creative, sucker-duck!
OoOoWeE!
Docking out...
-Ryan : salient
Ryan posted this at 1:07 AM.04.05.06
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
...
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...
...
...
...
Stop.
Look.
Read this:
Today's date follows in numerical order.
Celebrate.
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...
...
Congratulations! It's a boy!
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You may go now.
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...
...
Really.
Don't look at me with those eyes.
Did you just undress me with your eyes?
I'm thoroughly offended.
...
...
...
Okay, that was kind of hot.
Docking out...
-Ryan : still here
Ryan posted this at 2:09 AM.03.26.06
Sunday, March 26, 2006
You don't deserve the right to cry unless you cry for those who truly weep.
Maybe the meaning of life is "to not be alone".
Pardon me-- let me rephrase that.
Maybe the meaning of life is "to discover the meaning of comradery".
Docking out...
-Ryan : no one is alone
Ryan posted this at 3:48 AM.03.15.06
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
People are always talking about how they wish they could read minds.
Well, you can.
Just not how you think.
You can read people.
That's all you need.
Observe one's actions and physical symptoms and you can know anything about them.
And most importantly--
the eyes.
You get a good gander at one's eyes--
You'll get everything.
Docking out...
-Ryan : perception is what you make it
Ryan posted this at 12:13 AM.03.01.06
Friday, March 10, 2006
Everything keeps shocking me.
You know what I don't like about watching these musical theater movie remakes Rent and The Phantom of The Opera?
I start listening to their music all over again.
I already went through this phase.
Por que?!
By the way, the performance tonight...
FI-YAH!
I love my Urbanites.
Extension of my famjam, for sure.
Love to live, live to love.
It's all good.
Peace easy, beezy.
Docking out...
-Ryan : good thing I tie my shoes
Ryan posted this at 1:58 AM.03.05.06
Sunday, March 05, 2006
I want to become an ordained minister.
I'll do it online.
And then I could do marriages.
Yeah.
That's what I'll do.
Docking out...
-Ryan : down for the cause
Ryan posted this at 3:31 PM. 03.05.06
I don't get grills.
I honestly don't.
Soon, they'll find a way to put jewelry on your cornea.
"Hey, yo! Check out my platinum headlights, man! Tell me how they look, 'cause I can't see a freakin' thing."
Docking out...
-Ryan : transition contacts
Ryan posted this at 1:25 AM.03.04.06
Saturday, March 04, 2006
So, I'm out getting a Dr Pepper from the vending machine and I enter the elevator.
This girl looks me up and down with a befuddled look upon her face and she says to me, "You know, you're wearing socks with your sandals."
I simply raise one eyebrow and retort, "Yeah, I am. And you're wearing... shorts..."
She responds with a half-hearted, "Yeeeah, okaaaay...."
"With Ug boots."
She shut up after that.
Then she cried as I left the elevator.
Cried.
Who's the nice one now, huh?
Huh?
Put that one in your story jar.
Go ahead.
Do it.
Do it now.
Docking out...
-Ryan : some birds just aren't meant to be caged, you dig?
Ryan posted this at 5:12 PM. 03.04.06
How weird is the thought that people talk about you when you're not around?
Docking out...
-Ryan : in the grapevine
Ryan posted this at 3:27 AM.03.02.06
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Okay, hold up.
Everyone just needs to lounge out for about another 3 years.
Listen, you can't always structure and schedule life.
It isn't that malleable or manageable.
If only it were that easy.
Really.
It's not always going to be the way you envisioned it or had wanted it to be.
Hell, it's not always hunky-dory for me either.
I've hit many fronts, obstacles and even some limits.
But that didn't stop me.
You know what to do when you're in these situations?
You lounge out---
A lot.
Sure, you can be angry.
But what good does that do?
In fact, it's been proven better to just sit there and shut up and count to one hundred (or a thousand if you need to) and chill.
Other than in fight-or-flight situations, anger holds no purpose.
Why? Because it only encourages agressive behavior (which, in turn, clouds up the mind and leads to anxiety-- both of which don't help at all when you need to think).
More often than not, in these situations, you're getting hit up from this and that and eleventy-billion other things.
Regardless, you need to calm down and center yourself.
Then, take things in at a portion at a time and either work with it or around it.
Not how you originally planned?
Well, guess what?
Then your primary course of action isn't going to work any longer and it's time to do something different.
Yeah, something different.
It's okay. Something just needs to change.
Sometimes, it isn't necessarily just actions that need to be changed.
In some instances, you yourself need to change.
I know, I know--
easier said than done.
I know this.
But at least try.
Hell, you're already trying to help the situation (albeit, maybe not in the best way), so why not?
And on another note:
You know why they're called "Ug" boots?
Because when people see them, their natural response is somewhere along the lines of "Ughhh...." (think of a Master P sound-byte).
Furthermore, considering it's SOUTHERN California, it's makes no sense to be wearing them at all with such warm weather.
I couldn't imagine wearing those.
I'd compared it to having my feet wrapped in aluminum foil and being forced to walk around the beachfront (for those who can't picture all this, I'm just simply saying that it must be freakin' hot around your feet).
I could understand if you're wearing them because you'll be going to Mt. High or Big Bear, but then why are you coupling them with your wife-beater and BOOTY SHORTS?
Have a good one.
Docking out...
-Ryan : version x.x
Ryan posted this at 10:14 PM. 03.02.06
I'm missing an odd number of socks.
And I mean that literally.
I'm missing three.
But maybe, I'm really only missing one sock and never did have that other pair?
The dryer's playing tricks on me again!
Docking out...
-Ryan : yeah, I wear socks with my sandals sometimes, biatch
Ryan posted this at 12:38 PM.2.27.06
Monday, February 27, 2006
I like to listen to music while I go to sleep.
Then a song will come up that I know very well and I'll end up quietly singing
along.
It usually takes a while before I'm out z-catching.
Docking out...
-Ryan : lounge guru
Ryan posted this at 1:43 AM.2.24.06
Friday, February 24, 2006
The best part about taking a shower is cleaning your ear with a Q-Tip afterwards.
Docking out...
-Ryan : clean ears
Ryan posted this at 12:09 AM.2.23.06
Thursday, February 23, 2006
If I had to rank them, I'd have to say that the most important intelligence is the ability to reason.
Docking out...
-Ryan : docked out
Ryan posted this at 1:02 AM.02.16.06
Thursday, February 16, 2006
You know, the worst thing to happen to me that was outside of my control (well, kind of) in the past few years has always been sickness.
Granted, it didn't happen very often (well, kind of-- college transfigured that whole deal), but when it did hit, it hit with a passion.
And suddenly, I started to inhale anti-oxidants en masse as if having them now would really change much of what was already happening.
But I digress.
The thing is, things have always happened around me--
Some spot of bad luck, some tragedy, some lowly disheartening event.
They've always happened to others around me--
but never have I actually experienced them.
At least, not for a while.
Some may call it good karma.
But I don't know.
I'm bound for a dip anytime now, yeah?
For every high, there's a low--
and I've been riding pretty damn high for a while.
Granted, you might point out little things that occur daily (i.e. no taters at breakfast-- seriously, what's up with that, man?) and say those are bad.
Sure, they add up.
But they're nothing compared to what happens/happened to many cats in my life.
Some people have nothing but bad things happen to them.
And for that, I truly am sorry.
I like to think that life is all about perspective and how you handle things.
And so, if I ever do find myself in a situation of personal crisis or find myself face-to-face with life-changing tragedy, I like to think that I'd be able to put things in perspective and let it be.
Not necessarily let it go, but handle it with dignity, care and resolution.
Maybe not as a soon as possible-- it's impossible to try and force something like that down.
But I will roll with it, no matter how horrid the event, and learn from it--
grow from it.
Just like with everything that I've experienced thus far in my life.
And have I experienced.
Docking out...
-Ryan : I created the fog
Ryan posted this at 3:24 AM.02.15.06
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Lately, we're running out of time.
Aren't we?
Docking out...
-Ryan : hustle or struggle?
Ryan posted this at 10:31 AM.02.14.06
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Happy Valentine's/Singles' Awareness Day!
I love her.
A lot.
Holla front.
Docking out...
-Ryan : OoOoWeE!
Ryan posted this at 5:28 PM.02.06.06
Monday, February 06, 2006
Maybe if I didn't perform, it might be funny to hear when girls say, "I love your facials."
Docking out...
-Ryan : good facials
Ryan posted this at 2:51 PM.02.01.06
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
People sometimes say they want to meet someone based on a photo.
They create some sort of pre-conceived notion about the person in question.
When they finally are acquainted with said person, it's more often than not what they had originally envisioned.
I've never really trusted photos.
They may be quintessential snapshots of great memories and good times--
but they're two-dimensional.
There are just so many things that don't exist within the boundaries of them--
something real.
A picture may be a thousand words--
but that's not enough.
At least, it isn't enough for me.
Flicks can be very deceptive.
Like everything else in life, you gotta delve beneath the surface.
Docking out...
-Ryan : non-photogenic
Ryan posted this at 1:35 AM.01.31.06
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
I want a ferret.
Docking out...
-Ryan : Zzz-zzle, Zzz-zzle, baby. Zzz-zzle, Zzz-zzle
Ryan posted this at 2:30 AM.1.24.06
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
"My roomie and I are going to CostCo."
Generally accepted statement, yeah?
Question: if a roommate's a roomie, what's a suitemate?
Now replace subjects.
Generally accepted statement, yeah?
Then why'd everyone look at me funny?
Docking out...
-Ryan : oh, i dig
Ryan posted this at 1:14 AM.1.24.06
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
"AAAAHHHHH! I LOST MY "I"! IT JUST FELL OUT!"
It sounds funny when yelled out of context and out your dorm room.
My keyboard looks funny now.
Docking out...
-Ryan : i-less
Ryan posted this at 11:12 PM.01.23.06
Monday, January 23, 2006
So, I have a million dollars.
I buy some gum for, let's say, fifty cents.
How much money do I have left?
A million dollars.
It doesn't really matter.
But you're right.
I did steal it.
You know me too well.
Docking out...
-Ryan : there and back
Ryan posted this at 9:35 PM.01.19.06
Friday, January 20, 2006
So, you know how most people like to watch TV or a movie with the lights off?
It's a perfectly natural thing--
Something that gives off light, it just looks better when it's contrasted with the dark.
Admit it, you do it too.
Well, recent studies show that it's actually bad for your eyesight.
It's bad for you, and now you know.
But what are the chances that you're going to watch with the lights on all the time?
Point taken, it turns out that there are many in this world who live in this way.
There's something deep inside that haunts them, emitting a faint glow far in their psyche.
What caused this spark, this little flare of despair, could have been anything--
witness to a tragedy, rejection from something that was important to them.
Whatever it was, it stirred something within that person, creating situations in which they could not let go.
And even though they may realize that feeding this tiny nuke will inevitably lead to their demise, they continue to give it attention, pouring salt into the wound.
It's not that they may not want to--
it's just insanely difficult.
Insecurities and fears put people in chokeholds and submission is the most common reaction.
One may want to help these people, but it's not that easy.
It's hit or miss.
You can only lift someone so much before they reach the top of the hurdle, wall or obstacle.
You may have the strength to push them over the top, but you don't want to do that.
That's aggressive and could lead straight into the cycle once more.
These people have to turn on the light switch for themselves.
I totally understand if one could care less.
"They're stuck in their own self-loathing. They're just seeking pity. Let them deal with it."
I just wonder what could have possibly sparked that attitude.
Seeking attention? They may be.
But that doesn't mean that they shouldn't be helped if they can be.
Even if it isn't serious, it could.
I've seen it happen too many times.
Just get over it.
If only it were that easy sometimes.
Docking out...
-Ryan : and I heard them say
Ryan posted this at 2:54 AM.01.19.06
Thursday, January 19, 2006
We're not forgetting fast enough.
Let's move.
Docking out...
-Ryan : DOOZIE!
Ryan posted this at 8:58 PM.01.16.06
Monday, January 16, 2006
"To me, these people were as exotic as animals in a zoo. I'd never seen anything like them. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to be one of them or simply live among them talking notes and photgraphs."
You think I'm sexy.
And you're right.
I like people who wave back.
My TV makes funny noises.
'Cause, you know, you gotta jack the monkey.
Swiper, no swiping!
You ever watch the Incredibles?
You know how their son's name is Dashelle or Dash for short?
When did they name him that?
I think I'll give my kid three months without a name.
By that time, he should have a certain mannerism all his own that defines who he is.
And I'll make a clever name out of it.
"Ryan, that's terrible!"
You know what? Your face is terrible.
But I'm not complaining.
My apologies.
That was terrible.
So is world hunger.
Swiper, no swiping!
Why do people clap after watching a movie in the theater?
Write what you know in a way that you know it.
One can totally tell when it's forced.
In many aspects of life.
I'm horrible at math.
My TV just exploded.
Shhh.... it's quiet hours.
Dark blue! Dark blue!
When was the last time you looked through your yearbook?
And I would give my heart--
give you the world--
risk losing everything I've got--
because, frankly--
you're better than Dr. Pepper.
So hypnotic.
Sounded interesting, so we jumped in.
You know how sometimes you feel like no one could possibly understand what you're feeling right now?
You're wrong. As usual.
There isn't a feeling or situation out there that hasn't been well documented (multiple times, mind you) in music, poem or story.
And there's over six billion humans living in this world.
You could also, in certain events, count the animals.
'Cause even they get angry every now and then.
And they could totally relate to murder.
How hard is it to wake up every morning, tell yourself you're gonna have an awesome day and then stick with it?
Begin each day as if it were on purpose.
But with a dash of spontaneity in the end.
It's quite delicious.
It's about as delicious as an everlasting gobstopper.
What exactly is a gobstopper?
More importantly, what's a gob?
And why would we need to stop it?
Furthermore, why make a candy for it?
Did Willy Wonka, in actuality, discover a mildly harmful bacterial agent that anchors itself in the mouth and jaw region and create the only known substance to combat it?
If so, kudos to the bro, because it's a delectable cure (for sure).
Before's only there so that After can happen.
SWIPER! NO SWIPING!
Docking out...
-Ryan : I hate consequences
Ryan posted this at 5:41 PM.01.13.06
Friday, January 13, 2006
I'm sorry.
I thought you were circus midgets.
Docking out...
-Ryan : it's gonna work
Ryan posted this at 5:47 PM.01.12.06
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Let me tell you something:
Whenever anyone is involved in a bike accident, they are not okay.
Unless it happens to them on a daily basis or they are especially fond of these events, chances are that the situation put them in enough stress to hype them up on a rush of endorphins.
Endorphins calm.
They're in need of endorphins for a reason.
If anything, they're probably angry and telling themselves that you're at fault.
You're welcome.
Docking out...
-Ryan : bike accident-free
Ryan posted this at 10:02 PM. 01.12.06
You know, they didn't have to kill King Kong.
If I were mayor, I would've just staved off the military.
King Kong found a joint to stay-- the Empire State building.
King Kong wouldn't have hurt anybody.
Not with Naomi Watts to keep watch over him.
In fact, given some time, I'm sure he'd grow to like Mr. Brodie.
They could all live up there, on top of the Empire State.
And if he ever got hungry?
Well, we'd just have Mr. Kong learn to love fish.
He's right next to the harbor.
We could make him a giant fishing rod with a huge net and he could go fishing.
'Cause apes are smart.
And we could still use him as a tourist attraction.
That'd get us out of the depression.
Docking out...
-Ryan : for office
Ryan posted this at 5:23 PM.1.06.05
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
How hard is it to add the beginning "yo" in "you"?
And happy new year.
I'm still alive.
And in school.
So, be thankful.
You can now go to sleep at night.
Cheers.
I'll see you in your dreams.
Docking out...
-Ryan : loungin'
Ryan posted this at 12:37 AM.
