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The OoOoWeE Insight And the world makes sense once again. 
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Sunday, December 28, 200312/28/03
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"Bro, its your turn."
They all looked at him, awaiting a response. He returned their gazes with one of bashfulness. And then, those words of encouragement spouted from her lips.
"Yeah, and you better do something good. I heard you sing hella good!"
"Haha, where'd you hear that from?" he questioned as he reluctantly walked up on 'stage'. He grabbed the mic, controller in hand. He looked on as everyone crowded around him, awaiting his selection.
He stood there for a while, contemplating. He looked at the smiling duo in the middle and the perfect song crossed his mind. "He's gonna owe me for this one," he thought to himself as he recalled the song his friend had requested on the radio the night she was listening.
"Yeah...this one's for the happy couple up front, haha. Do you remember this joint, bro?" He scrolled down, song was selected and the melody began. And then his euphonius voice took flight.
"It came over me in a rush.
When I realized that I love you so much,
that sometimes I cry,
but I cant tell you why...
Why I feel what I feel inside."
He looked around, letting the beat ride on, awaiting the next verse, a plethora of surprised expressions on their faces. Except for the two up front.
The two were looking jubilantly into one another's eyes, smiling joyously, as if they were in a state of nirvana. His friend gave him a nod and smile, his 'thank you'.
Taking a glance at the desire in their eyes, he closed his eyes as he began the next verse.
"How I try, to express,
What's been troublin' my mind.
But still, I can't find the words.
but I know that something's got a hold of me."
The image of her suddenly appeared before him as if he had X-ray vision only for the girl. He remembered how he had been right next to him when he called the station to play the song. He was nervous, intimidated to make the call. It reminded the singer of how he felt when he first met here, nervous and intimidated.
As he sailed through the chorus once again, images and scenarios filled his head. As time went on, he forget that she was the epitome of everything positive. The two grew close and he was glad to know that he had a benevolent friend like her.
"Baby someday, I'll find a way to say,
Just what you mean to me.
But if that day never comes along,
and you dont hear this song,
I guess you'll never know."
He was beginning to lose himself within the song. Oh, she heard the song. She heard it crystal clear. However, she didn't realize that the request was from two gentlemen. Then again, he hadn't either.
He looked around with consternation and insecurity. What was flowing through his head? He hoped it wasn't what he thought it was.
It was then that he let go. Another chorus went by and he entered the breakdown, just as it was titled, emotions fluttering through his mind.
"And when I say inside, I mean deep.
You fill my soul,
and then something I cant explain,
takes over me,
'Cause it came over me in a rush.
When I realized that I love you so much,
that sometimes I cry,
but I cant tell you why...
Why I feel what I feel inside."
He poured his heart into the last revisions of the chorus, ending with exasperated breath. It had indeed came over him in a rush, as he realized that he loved her so much. The dam had finally broken as the pressure from his witheld feelings became too much.
He glanced around the room. The face of one person was the same as the next, except for hers. She had a subtle, small smile on her face as if she had known all along and was just waiting for the reciprocating feelings to become concrete.
He was winded and all he could mutter was a small, "Thank you," as he left the house.
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Docking out...
-Ryan : a hopeless romantic
Ryan posted this at 2:24 AM.12/19/03
Friday, December 19, 2003
Things you should know by now:
-I'm the best part of waking up.
-I occasionally chase skirts. Flirting don't hurt.
-I've been described as eclectic and emollient.
-I am one sex-ay piece of man.
-I've suffered from basorexia since 8th grade.
-My name spelled backwards sounds like a horrible hair-removal product.
-I'll willingly listen to anything BUT country. Even Mr. Sterling (oh!)
-I've had the and still retain the following nicknames (among others): Taurus, Smooth Operator, Song Santa
-Kevin Du has officially lost his title of "Stealth Ninja" because I'm dubbing it upon Kristina, the Stealth Ninja.
-I once found a four-leaf clover.
-Darren says,"Ryan is a random-cool cAtt"
-Ryan agrees.
-By "Ryan" I mean myself....its a pronoun.
-When I move, you move.
-Deja Vu hits me more than it should.
-Simon says I'm a, and I quote, "pretty darn good rapper."
-Whales are cool, but not as cool as the monkeys.
-All questions must be written in writing.
-I'm sporadic, and can't do things routinely unless I have to.
-My bangs and I have been together since 3rd grade.
-I have a weak spot for helping out strangers.
-I bid on the eBay item "I'll allow you to punch P. Diddy in the face and get away with it."
-In an asian family, you're either into gambling or totally against it.
-My first poem ever written was to a girl in 2nd grade. She turned me down.
-I like to write, even though I may not be good at it.
-I'm the only reason you come to any of your AP classes.
-The only reason that I stay is so I can save the day.
-I'm not the best, but I'm in the top two.
-I've known Cameron, Michael and Phan since kindergarden.
-I don't practice Santeria.
-I love Cereals.
-Flowers too.
-I don't have to put much effort into a lot and I probably won't.
-Emily's a gangstb.
-I once got into a fight with Ego. I won.
-I will win in any fight.
-I'm optimistic.
-I'm like but not loved.
-I wouldn't mind being in Battle Royale.
-I know people, and they can get things done.
-I'll try anything twice as long as it doesn't kill me the first time.
-I drink Dr. Pepper.
-I'm beyond demure.
-You don't know my middle name and you probably never will.
-To me, its all about perspective.
-The New Ravi is going to get straight A's.
-I can predict the future.
-You might not have met me yet, but I've sure met you.
-I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy, whoa-whoaaa.
-I was a member of the APoc Crew and yes, I won them and myself a lot of money.
-I analyze. A lot. Too much, perhaps. Maybe almost compulsively. Then again, my mind also easily jumps.
-I drive a flying car.
-I can bust the chop.
-I work well under pressure.
-I have a history of stealing....hearts.
-I'm extremely modest.
-I'm designated wingman.
-I drink cream soda.
-I don't insult people. In fact, when I get mad at someone, I start throwing compliments at them.
-I have friends of every caliber.
-I've known girls of every caliber.
-I'm awesome without being awesome.
-My academic career was copacetic until I hit highschool.
-I can recite the entire scripts of 10 Things I Hate About You, What Women Want, Bring It On, Can't Hardly Wait and The Chipmunk's Adventure by myself.
-I invented the internet.
-Procrastination is my mistress.
-My other mistress is erudition.
-I will be nice to your younger siblings.
-I will be nice to your older siblings.
-I will be nice to your parents.
-I will be nice to everyone.
-I'm foolishly selfless.
-Only you can prevent forest fires.
-In the past, I've developed affectionate feelings for a girl juss for inspiration.
-I'm not more than you need, juss more than you're used to.
-I dig K-Pop, J-Pop and P-Pop (?) even though I only have a genereal idea of what they're singing about.
-I have more property than Monopoly.
-I might know something and I might not tell you.
-I'm not afraid to commit, juss afraid to admit.
-I'm a Poetic Hustler.
-I coined the phrases, "Love to live, live to love." and "Don't hesitate to procrastinate."
-I sway to the rhythm, speak with the jive, bust out the vocal notes and keep things alive.
I'll finish my li'l story, "Change" next entry, yeah?
Now please, a moment of silence for the recently deceased Keiko, better known as Free Willy.
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While we're at it, give me your wallet too.
Thank you.
Docking out...
-Ryan : legal in all 50 states (even Cuba!)
Ryan posted this at 8:50 PM.11/28/03
Saturday, November 29, 2003
OoOoWeE! I am no longer sick!
....ok, I lied...but I'm fighting this thing hardcore.
...and if I don't make it, I want you buried alive with me.
I hope everyone had an awesome Turkey Day because it was all "GOBBLE! GOBBLE!" for me. Free grub, free love...what more could you ask for?
Word to Big Bird!
They always talk about time travel these days. Well, don't we already time travel twice a year (DST) and once every three years (leapyear). Yeah, I thought so. Where's my dayum medal?
Hmmsha...you know any quick cures for cancer?
"Be yourself" is the worst advice you can give to some people.
You wanna know what I think? Ok, here's what I think:
There is an idea of a Ryan Mose, some kind of obstruction, but there is no real me. Only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our life styles are probably comparable, I simply am not there.
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Interesting little story about Fling #2...
Where was I? I wasn't really sure. They brought me here, in foreign territory, a party full of unknowns. I sat down, alone, not knowing where my friends had scampered off to.
The only refuge I had was within the haven of her blue eyes.
She looked at me from across the room with that enchanting gaze.
I was paralyzed, locked in her crosshairs as she felt me with her eyes.
But her sight was shifted, and I was left on my side of the room wounded as her arrows of love hit not my heart, but my ego.
Dayum.
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Now usually, I'd spout more but I'm tired and full of sugar (an odd combo, I know) so I'm finding it kind of hard to form sentences with English words here. I'll continue my little story nexy entry, yeah?
But if you want other stories then, by all means, hit these up:
Thurs. February 27th - "G*night, G*night"
Sun. March 2nd - "Bedtime"
Sun. March 16th - "Optimist", Mon. March 17th - "Unconditional"
Docking out...
-Ryan : "dang cool"
Ryan posted this at 2:22 AM.11/23/03
Sunday, November 23, 2003
Yeah, so I'm sick.
I have a week off because of Thanksgiving, and I'm sick.
I've had various opportunities to go out, but I'm sick.
I'm sick....but its all good!
Being sick is fun because everyone wants you to get better!
So, I have a lot of free time right now. What does Ryan do in his freetime?
He watches surgeries on TLC.
Otherwise, I'm trying to speak. My throat is seriously being the biggest hater in the world and I'm learning lyrics 'cause I'm a goober who sings to delusional girls who, for whatever reason, think I can sing.
Granted, I'd rather be doing something else.
But right now, all I need is a girl to cuddle with.
Throw me a frickin' bone here!
I...look like....Johnny Depp?
Thanks, but I'm.....filipino. How....do you...?
Its all good.
There is nothing more groovy than watching a FIREWORKS factory BLOW UP.
Maybe its juss me but Mondays are a horrible way to spend one-seventh of your life.
I've decided I'm going to be an awesome dad.
And I certainly hope my kids don't grow up to be eh...
'Cause I know some cats that are eh...
And I would want better for my kids.
Wasabi - not only a good food, but also an awesome movie as well! Viva la Jean Reno!
...or is that el Jean Reno?
Speaking of movies, if I ever get a warning out of nowhere to get out of a place (just like in the movies), rest assured that I'm not going to heed that warning and instead, I'm going to go ahead and save the day (just like in the movies).
Because, as you all know, the only reason that I stay is so I can save the day.
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How do I feel about her? Well, she's WB-kind-hearted as well as Must-See-TV gorgeous. She's the girl that all the other girls hate upon first glance until they take the time to actually get to know her. However, in true highschool fashion, none of them ever have.
But I guess that comes with the facade, yeah? I mean, looking at her, she must be a Big witch with a capital B? If you looked like her you know you'd be one.
But, she isn't.
Not at all.
However, for the guys, she's the pin-up girl, yeah? The one that they all pine for and secretly pain themselves trying to gain her favor in an affectionate way? Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.
But until now, I've forgotten about all that. I've forgotten that she is indeed, Dream Girl.
She's juss her.
Her, my beautiful, benevolent friend.
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Now how do you like them apples? Juss drop it already.
You know? First could change his last name to O'Doyle like in Billy Madison. And juss like in Billy Madison he could go around saying, "O'Doyle rules!" That'd be awesome. Except, you'd have to scratch the whole "bully" and "falling off the edge of a cliff" aspect of it all. Otherwise, its all good.
I'm Ryan Mose.
Now that's holiday!
"Man, am I glad I called that guy."
Docking out...
-Ryan : Poetic Hustler
Ryan posted this at 10:07 PM.11/15/03
Saturday, November 15, 2003
Hey! If anyone needs to make a call, I've got a phone!
I'm selfless. Its a trait also known as "constantly screwing yourself over."
You're afraid I'm going to grow up to be like Bobby Boucher or Hank from "Me, Myself and Irene" aren't you?
Well now, that's juss RY-DICULOUS!
Dooooood, supposedley, I'm an "Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving" person combined with an "Extraverted Sensing Thinking Perceiving" individual.
My computer decided to eat itself again so I had to reboot the suckaaa!
The fun part? I have to re-download er....."Re-Preview" everything.
I missed Linh's birthday party, but I caught my older brother's play. He played John Arable in "Charlotte's Web." Ok, yeah, I know, he's asian but hey, he did a pretty dayum good job!
He had the accent down perfectly.
And uh.....Fern was cute. Yes indeedy. And I can't forget Nelly. She was cute too.
Is it juss me or have toilet seats gotten colder?
I'm a member of the ---APC--!
Then again, I also co-founded the ---FHT---!
...and I'm a thriving participant of the ---NPL---!
Yeah....feel free to chop me.
WWRD?
Special K asked me if, when I do my art, I have some sort or inspiration. I told her half/half.
But it brought up a good point because I haven't had any real inspiration lately for anything hardcore.
Any.
They say, "Hey, don't hate the playa, hate the game!"
Well, I hate both. Saves time.
....and the purse is juss an extension of a girl's vagina?
She, my friend, was a Big witch with a capital B.
By the way, when did dressing slutty become a Halloween costume by default?
Yeah, that jokes kind of late, but its all good.
I'm not filthy rich, but I'm nowhere near broke.
She moves that ass like maracas!
Are you proud of your body?
'Cause I am!
Give me some sugar! I am your neighbor!
Supposedley, I dressed "hot" yesterday.
Instead of seeing-eye dogs, blind people should get guns. Its a lot cheaper and hell, I'd move out the way if a blind person walked around shooting all the time. Cars too!
Too much of us is what society has gone and asked. - But its all good 'cause they're looking for the best for the task. - They be looking for peeps who kick a lot of mental ass. - They surveying and watching my tier, that be the top cats.
Four-O, suckaaa! Watch out for this mamma-jamma!
"Mr. Zuckerman! Mr. Zuuuuuuuuuuuckermaaaaaaaan!"
Docking out...
-Ryan : AKA preterpluperfect, biotch!
Ryan posted this at 11:53 PM.10/30/03
Thursday, October 30, 2003
Sorry I'm away so much-- keep it gangsta!
I a-po-lo-gize a trillion times!
I have a never ending list of things that I never do. The things I never do never get done because I like to sleep. Sleeping's not on my list of things that need to get done but I wish it were on the list of things I don't need to do. Strangely enough, the list of things that I don't need to do overlap the list of things that need to get done but it all depends on what kind of perspective you take.
BAM!
Hey you! Stop mining for whiskey!
I juss stepped out of one of the biggest love tetrahedrons I've ever been in.
Competition? No. I'm juss too selfless.
That, and they beyond deserve one another.
1 in 6 people think they're cool. So that's, what?....1 billion cool people in the world?
I've been described to have an incandescent personality.
If I were a fly, I'd land on you....'cause you're the poo!
I look out my window and the outside has lost its orange tint.
Its good to see blue again.
Next thing you know, they'll blame the fire on terrorism.
She told me she wears thongs.
...as if we didn't know!
You, my friend, are a sucker for any girl with blue eyes.
You fear that she'll be nice from afar, but far from nice.
That's not really it. You put so much emphasis on physical beauty that you're afraid to be affected by one of these girl's inner beauty.
$10 says that when we go back on monday, half your teachers will wanna talk about the fire or somehow relate to it rather than following their schedule
I am not my brothers.
It is believed that Shakespeare was 46 around the time that the King James Version of the Bible was written. In Psalms 46, the 46th word from the first word is shake and the 46th word from the last word is spear.
What is going on?!
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And now, some special messages:
******Pride1987: youre forgetting, that you are THE RYAN MOSE!
****raz: there's a dark side in you somewhere, and we're gonna find it
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Thank you very much for listening.
David's sporting a 'fro.
"Don't get eliminated!"
Docking out...
-Ryan : an odd fellow to follow
Ryan posted this at 12:14 PM.10/24/03
Saturday, October 25, 2003
Well....look at this bad mamma-jamma right here.
Hello, I'm Ryan M. and I'm addicted to [insert name here].
I also have 3 new nicknames: Mr. Analysis, The Asionaire (not to be confused with The Asianaire) and El Dood-ler.
I'm an odd fellow to follow.
She described me as emollient.
One of the best compliments I've ever received besides, "I hate you!"
Please, do not bend over in front of me if:
A) You're a guy.
B) You're haggard.
C) You're breaking wind.
Otherwise, its all good.
I flew home in first class one year, and they gave me cashews. "Dayum," I said to the person sitting next to me. "Cashews."
Hmmsha, I don't remember....did I lose my mind all at once or was it a gradual process?
The act of cuddling: a process and art highly overlooked by the general male population. Its a comfortable feeling, a great moment of affection and peace. Your heads rest on one another, and you suddenly appreciate the scent of shampoo. The close proximity provides warmth to battle the chilling temperature. You lightly cling on to that soft tenderness that is her body and you sit there content as ever. Its nothing but an elongated hug, but its a copacetic situation.
Holy dayum do I suck at picking up on hints.
Doood.....she's beyond cute.
...and her, she's beyond hot.
But that broad, she's nothing but lovely.
However, you could never get enough of that love.
Yeah...she's reason enough to say, "Its all good."I wouldn't mind going over there and placing a subtle sign of affection upon her lips but she's all the way over there and its in the middle of class. Dayum you, education.
By the way, is it bad that I start the wave in english every time Ms. McNalley turns around to write something on the board?
We were looking over our english portfolios today and I realized how lazy I've become. Freshman year I had gone all out on the projects and essays. Sophomore year I didn't even write final drafts, I juss reprinted the roughs but with spell-check used around this time. This year, I zone out half the time during our timed written essays.
Yes, I still got A's and am getting 5-8's on my essays.
Yes, I feel bad about it but I'm proud at the same time.
By the way, I punked and chopped every test this week. Thank you.
I don't know why, but I've somehow attached a certain song to most people I know. Its sort of like their theme song and it plays in my head for at least 30 seconds every time I see them.
Sometimes you juss have to take the hit...I'm designated wingman.
Or is it juss me or are my doodles a lot better than most of my 'official' drawings for art class?
They love to tell you to stay inside the lines.
Well, screw that!
"Come Friday, I'm in love."
Docking out...
-Ryan : the only reason you actually come to any of your AP classes
Ryan posted this at 1:54 AM.10/21/03
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
Hi.
Hello.
Hey there.
How's life?
We're going to do this like we always do this....randomly, in a stream-of-consciousness style. Yes indeedy.
I know y'all love me! Juss tell me!
Somehow, I made Co-Ed.
I am quite possibly the worst spotter in the world.
No...wait.....yes, I am. Haha, thanks. =D
If you walk around saying you're a person of integrity, you're not a person of integrity. Mmmhmm...
Ferris Bueller is my hero. Andy Dufraine is my hero. Van Wilder is my hero. Patrick Verona is my hero. The kid from Catch Me If You Can is my hero. George Clooney's character in Ocean Eleven is also my hero.
Its seems that every year I lose touch with someone I was really close to the year before.
Sterling 'enlightened' me today with the fact that one can be too nice, that it might seem like the nice thing to do but all in all, I'm not helping anyone.
Technically, they're not copying off of me, they're juss getting ideas.
What up my ninjas! That's asian style, suckaaa!
We must be swift as the coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon! With all the strength of a raging fire, mysterious as the dark side of the moon!
Now that's gangsta! ....and yes, that is from Mulan...
Jennifer Lopez and Jessica Simpson are not good role models.
Michael broke his hand. I was under the impression that this was the first bone he's ever broken. It isn't. I've also known Michael since kindergarden.
What a great friend I am.
Honestly, I could eat my pencil and spit out the graphite on any one of my english assigments, using the undecipherable marks created by the friction of the graphite on the paper as my answers and still get an A. McNalley must be a dillusional because I cannot seriously be that good.
She also hasn't yelled at me for putting "Ryanizzle Mosizzle" for my name on the last 3 tests.
There's this kid I know who always seems to have something sexual on his mind. We could be talking about quantum physics and he'd somehow relate it to something perverse.
I think he's insecure with his sexuality and is trying to deny something.
I'm thinking I doodle too much.
No...wait...no. No, I don't.
I'll try anything twice as long as it doesn't kill me the first time.
Yeah, I wouldn't mess with a guy who's sporting an eye-patch.
We're reading the Scarlet Letter and you know how the lady has to sport that embroidered "A?" Well it gave me the idea to get a small "R" and sport that (R for Ryan) until someone reminded me that the "A" had a negative connotation and stood for "adulterer." Yeah, with that "R" I wouldn't want to be labled as a....yeah, juss think about it for a second.
DVD's are an analogy for life.
I tend to have a problem with discipline.
Sometimes I think my care-free way of going about things gives out a negative impression that I think I'm above it all.
Maybe its the smile.
Until recently, I forgot how good it feels to have a girl run her fingers through my bangs, telling me they're soft. Thank you.
Thank you very much.
I'm a lot funnier when I'm not at home.
Trust me.
"He's an apparition. Second cousin to Harvey the rabbit."
Docking out...
-Ryan : chopping and punking the educational system since '93
Ryan posted this at 9:39 PM.10/10/03
Saturday, October 11, 2003
The OoOoWeE Insight....a complicated look at a very simple kid.
Whoa there....long time no post, yeah? I bet some of you are thinking, "Hey, what happened to the OoOoWeE!?" In fact, I know a lot of cats have been thinking about that 'cause y'all have asked me about it. Well its all good, trust me. The OoOoWeE is still here, it juss hasn't had its chance to express itself lately.
Shooby doo-wop and Scooby snacks....
So tonight was the Homecoming game. Holy dayum was it a fun night. Dressing up as a pirate and then trilling around all hardcore with a pirate mentality is beyond fun. Try it some time.
Yeah, we were blazing during our performances. It was HoT! I was beyond pumped up tonight too. Yeah, I don't think i did as well as I could, but I still busted out with mad flavor. The only thing I forgot to do that I was planning was throwing my pirate hat into the crowd. By the way, I love the crowd. They're so awesome. Especially when I know most of them and they're all holla-ring like crazy. Good times, good times.
Hey Darren.....CHoPPeD!
After the routines, we got dressed and went to watch the rest of the game. Holy dayum, I didn't know everyone went to the games, haha. I knew almost everyone I saw and there was nothing but good feedback.
Standing in the bleachers with a grip of your very close friends, yelling and juss wiling out is priceless.
BANG-A-RANG, mothasuckaaa!
It would have been the perfect weekend had I been able to go to Homecoming. Yeah, I was procrastinating the whole week in getting my ticket and I finally went today but the frickin' line was beyond extended so I thought, "Hey now, I'll juss go to the Cashier's Office right after school and get one!" Unfortunately, they sold out during B Lunch so DAYUM! Sorry to everyone that was expecting me to come.
And I was beyond excited to go this year too 'cause from what ASB told us, it was going to be tricked out. More dance-room 'cause they were moving the DJ to the backwall and on top of that....KARAOKE OUT FRONT! Oh dayum.....watch out, mothasuckaaas!
It looks like procrastinating has finally caught up to me.
But its all good. There's alwasy MORP and the Prom, yeah? And we can always juss turn lunch into one big groove session if we wanted, haha.
And another thing, juss because I lounge out with a girl doesn't mean that something went down. Next cat that asks me if I 'got any' or if I 'got some' or anything along those lines is going to get CHoPPeD! Does it matter?
I speak softly, but carry a big frickin' stick. You wanna get dropped? Dont mind if I do!
I'm surprised more of y'all don't get hit by cars. Some cats juss don't know how ridiculous they are.
Opera is when a guy gets stabbed in the back and instead of bleeding, sings.
Haha, I'm thinking of changing my name.....any suggestions?
"Dayum....you make even 'scrub' look good, Ryan."
Docking out...
-Ryan : I get a kick out of you
Ryan posted this at 12:26 AM.9/23/03
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Cute glasses + beautiful smile + dimples = not fair.
Its the formula for my disaster. Multiply with a groovin personality and I'm good as gone.
I'm not a player, I juss crush a lot...
The next cat that tells me that I'm...
A) a P.I.M.P
B) a playa
C) "Mr. Popular"
....I'm going to have to chop. Haha, you juss don't know...
Now give me some sugar! I am your neighbor!
Come on chil'ren. Ain't no need for that.
If I knew where I was, I wouldn't be here.
Cats are getting crazy over Homecoming this year.
Who am I taking to Homecoming? I was thinking my pillow. Its always been there for me. Its the love of my life.
I'm weak because I only need one thing in order to say, "Its all good." But I'm strong in that, at any given moment, I have many reasons to say so.
Am I the only cat who starts playing "The Coffee Song" in my head everytime I enter Mr. Sterling's?
Who da man?! *BAM*
I'm telling: "Don't disturb this groove."
It was groovetastic.
Frankly, it hurt like hell.
Once ya pop, you can't stop.
I'm a 'popper,' not a prince.
Monday night practice was sliick.
We 3 were sporting mad skillz.
I used to be apathetic about it, but now I'm all about it. What happened?
Joe Schmo is such a mean show. And uh...this I know fuh sho? I've never played with snow? This entry pace got hella slow....
You know who else is mean? Lucy, from Peanuts. What a trick...
Being drunk is no excuse for being calsetto.
I haven't written anything in a while. Would you like to be my inspiration?
"Acocdrnig to an elgnsih unviesitry sutdy the oredr of letetrs in a wrod dosen't mttaer, the olny thnig thta's iopmrantt is that the frsit and lsat ltteer of eevry word is in the crorcet ptoision. The rset can be jmbueld and one is stlil able to raed the txet wiohtut dclftfuiiy. "
God loves ugly...
Docking out...
- Ryan: keeping it serene in this scene
Ryan posted this at 10:44 PM.9/20/03
Saturday, September 20, 2003
This post is dedicated to my good friend, El Primero. Live it OoOoWeE, brotha.
Careful when spelling the word 'queen.' If you spell it with an 'ea' instead of the 'ee' its an entirely different word and meaning. Turst me on this one.
I've been nothing but a quiddler in english so on friday I tried my hardest to actually pay attention and whatnot. It almost worked. Dayum....
Its not that I'm picky. Its juss that if I'm not feeling it, I'm not feeling it.
Holy dayum does she rock that dress. She rocks it so hard that it could be the costume for a superheroine called "Absolutely Delicious Girl."
And when she walks, the wind blows and the angels sing.
Its too cliché, I won't say I'm in [like].
I don't care what you say, everyone has a sense of humor, even God. Just look at the platypus.
I have a new way to make my friends feel better when they feel dumb. I juss tell them, "You're not stupid....Jessica Simpson is stupid."
Holy dayum is that beyond true.
According to my grandma, Bert is going to have 4 kids, Reg will have 2 and I'll be the barren one, with 0 kids.
Supposedley, Rina has to wear some sort of belt, otherwise the baby'll crawl right up into her ribcage.
Its out of control.
Blah gah gah...why am I always digging on girls that I know I won't be seeing on a regular basis?
Now dry your eyes, it can't rain every day. Baby keep smiling. You know the sun is shining.
"Bro, if you want to get plundered, then go for it. Go for that chica. She ain't nothing but a pirate!"
"Isn't she your sister?"
"My point exactly!"
Docking out...
-Ryan : the best part of waking up
Ryan posted this at 10:43 PM.9/11/03
Thursday, September 11, 2003
She asked what was the difference between being 'hot' or being 'cute.' The difference being that a girl who's hot is one that you want to kiss and caress. A girl that is cute is one you want to cuddle with, one who you can tell sweet things to. I couldn't help but think of how she was actually both. It's why she isn't viewed as a pirate or a jazzy broad or some regular girl. Its what makes her lovely.
Told myself since freshman year that I wouldn't have feelings for her. I denied it for a long while.
It didn't exactly work out that way.
I'm passed the overly witty phase. I've entered the shy phase because I've realized what's going down.
I'd like to meet you girl, for a rendezvous. A night of attention focused juss on you. We can do whatever you wanna do. Juss as long as it includes us two.
On a loftier note, I had a mad headache for most the day.
"Hey Ya," "I Like The Way You Move."
Docking out...
-Ryan : you ain't never had a friend like me
Ryan posted this at 8:13 PM.9/9/03
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
Pst...pst, hoy!
Let go of your inhibitions. Follow your intuition. Break away from tradition. Let feelings come to a fruition.
I kept my taxi waiting and it docked out, thinking I was no longer interested. I've had my hand in the air for a while as a beacon, hoping that the same one will be drawn to it, much like a lighthouse attracts and brings a boat back to shore.
I'm so beyond scared to look in that direction because I know that if I do, I'll end up admiring her beauty all period.
I've been busy lately turning ink into gold and movement into platinum.
I should close all the schools juss to make the kids smile.
...yeah....so what is the difference between a ho-down, a hoot-a-nanny and a shindig?
Sometimes I wish I could juss bring a recorder to school and record anything I might happen to say/ do from 1st, 5th or 6th period. It would seriously save me a lot of trouble in the witty and funny department for this thing.
It juss wouldn't be a day without Dr. Pepper.
We have this dope li'l head-bobbing dog thingy on the bass amp of our computer sound-system. I wanted to give it a name. Reggie said to name it Bobby ('cause you see, it "bobs"). No, Reggie. No.
Supposedley, girls blink almost twice as much as guys do.
I won't fight with you, but I'll sure as hell fight for you.
I hate having to go to an extra morning practice and then not having the guy who we're originally having it for not come.
But yeah, the set's looking pretty sliick. I have it down and I'm getting some good comments.
Now I juss need to do something about my hair during the performance...
Bounce boo, to the boogie that be. You know I, want you to come boogie with me.
I was busting out and they started to play 'The Stripper.' Sorry ladies, but I'm not a Chip 'N' Dale dancer....at least not for free. Come now! Don't you know?
Tired? Yes, I've been tired lately. But its all good.
No, its not mono this time.
What flaw about myself would I change? Well....sometimes I think I'm juss too dayum sexy. But there are some things you juss cannot change, my friend.
Let them good times keep coming, sucka!
"Romeo and Juliet is a Goddamn timeless template. I saw it set in Ireland with an all female cast and it still worked, one family was all lesbians and one was all dinosaurs. You just can't muck it up. You dab your eyes at the end and wonder what is so wrong about the love of a lesbian for a dinosaur."
Docking out...
-Ryan : life could be a dream, sweetheart (hello, hello again! sh-boom, sh-boom!)
Ryan posted this at 8:14 PM.9/4/03
Thursday, September 04, 2003
Sometimes I feel like that two of us are magnets, the attraction is there but we're constantly flipping on opposite ends so that there's a force between the two of us that stops us from talking to one another. If we're lucky we sometimes hit the same charges and we collide, but ever so briefly.
Every now and then, in the middle of class, I juss sit there and think...think about how close to perfection she truly is. I juss don't understand it how anyone would ever want to bad-mouth her or for that matter, not allow themselves to find out the truth for themselves. That truth being that beyond the amazingly beautiful visage, the cliched hair and that blinding smile, there's a brilliantly talented, funny, intelligent, astonishly benevolent girl who doesn't even need to talk to me to make my day. And the fact that I can tell between the two makes me feel like I'm on a much higher level than the general school population. It gives me a good reason to say, "its all good."
The vending machine ate my dollar. The other vending machine was sold out of Dr. Pepper. The last vending machine?
Let's juss say it blinked at me wrong.
Experiance is juss a label for a person's mistakes.
It seriously annoys me when someone truly believes they know what they're talking about when clearly, they have no grasp on the situation at all. That's about the only thing that annoys me, but its so broad of a pet peeve that it could relate to almost anything, even sleeping.
Stay quiet for an entire day? That's an easy $15, my friend. Now if you said a whole day without Dr. Pepper...
"Because it assumed the position!"
Docking out...
-Ryan : he believes you, but his tommy gun don't, see?
Ryan posted this at 10:17 PM.9/2/03
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
Yay! Serious post time because this has been on my mind every now and then for the past 2 weeks...
You know, sometimes I wish I wasn't so blithe and nonchalant about everything. Some might say that I'm lucky to be so optimistic and I would have to agree, but sometimes, I juss wish something bad would happen to me (strange, I know).
I'm a big believer in rolling with the punches or making a sad song better, so I don't really have many problems. Its because of this attitude difference that I can't relate to most people's dilemmas. Ironically, this poses a conflict in me because sometimes I juss don't know what to say when I honestly feel for someone. I'd like to make them feel better, but how could I possibly do so when I haven't been in that position myself?
Unless of course its in the field of romantic angst. No one can touch me in that arena. Lately, I'm always finding myself having affectionate feelings for a girl whose case of interest resides in another boy. In the rare scenario that I do find someone who has reciprocating emotions, it doesn't last very long, resulting in a creeping fling. However, I'm still lounged out in that aspect, not burdening myself with the loneliness as so many others do.
Sometimes I feel like my positive mindset makes people not want to tell me their problems because they feel that by doing so, they might bring me down. Trust me, you won't.
At times, it might seem like I'm stressed or bitter because of some of the comments I make. Really, I'm not. That's juss me spouting out the playful thoughts in my head in a monotone voice from boredom. And juss because I don't feel that I deserve recognition and I always put myself down doesn't mean I hate myself. That's juss my way of keeping me humble because I've seen what an inflated ego can do to some people (that and because I'm the only person who is willing to do so).
I'm not falling down, I'm falling up.
You know that song, "You're So Last Summer" by Taking Back Sunday?
"The truth / is you could slit my throat / and with my last one gasping breath, I'd aplogize / for bleeding on your shirt."
"If I'm juss bad news, then you're a liar."
Yeah, I trill juss like that cat.
No, I didn't say the glass was half full. I said it was both. So technically I'm a realist, not an optimist.
Embrace the good, fix the bad and model the ugly.
And now that I got that out of the way, I won't have to contemplate it anymore. Clap to that!
Docking out...
-Ryan : would like a raging wind across his sea
Ryan posted this at 10:59 PM.9/1/03
Monday, September 01, 2003
I have another new nickname: "The Guru of Calmness"
My friends, you have serious problems.
Gotta claim APoc, Lounge Out Style and the OoOoWeE Essentials.
I had a dream that I was walking the shore with a lovely love underneath the moonlight. Things got to a going and I found myself rolling around with said lovely love in the dirt and spending a good amount of time making out. All things would have been especially sweet had I not felt bad for getting my date all dirty.
Oops on me.
Lunch can get quite boring sometimes.
I am now the ASB representative person thingy for my 4th period class. Am I proud? No. And hearing that I won by an easy 10 votes didn't make me any prouder.
Is there something wrong in finding the fact that she makes me feel stupid at times sexy?
In Walked Bud.
And then there was one.
You know, I recall a time when girls paid for your favors in kisses.
Whatever happened to the good ol' days?
Whatever happened to the girl that I could talk to for hours?
Whatever happened to the girl that was feeling my groove?
I'm so beyond basorexic but lately I've been beyond xenobombulating.
Ha! And you say I'm not a nerd. Would a nerd know those words? I'm going with a 'no' here.
USA showed Can't Hardly Wait, 10 Things I Hate About You and Bring It On today, one after the other. Yeah, I was happy.
Nothing rhymes with orange.
I don't want to see anyone I know stressed out. If there's anything I could possibly do to make your day, holla at yo boy.
I'm still waiting for the moment that I can save the day.
Yeah, I think I'm going to cut my hair.
What is that doing here?
=-=-=
He was the type of person that always knew what to say. If there was a way to make your day, he certainly was going to try and do it. He always sported a smile and it made you wonder if there was anything in the world that could possibly bring him down. Needless to say, he didn't have any enemies and even if he did he had enough friends to put that person in check. Highly intelligent, but overly modest. He put up a ridiculous front to dissuade the idea that he had any train of thought.
But anyone could see through this facade because when he wasn't smoothly making conversation or fidgeting in the middle of class from boredom, you could find him in a state of deep contemplation. A relaxed look swept his composition, but you can tell by the way he stared ahead of him that something heavy was on his mind. Or perhaps there wasn't. Maybe it was juss random thinking going on. However, you knew there was something going down in that kid's head.
What could he possibly be thinking? Everyone knew that it clearly wasn't what was happening in class. He already knew what was going on. Perhaps he was breaking down the few bad things that were going on in his life. Disassembling them, portion by portion, finding the best possible way to deal with it all so that he could continue to say that 'it was all good' in the end.
Then again, he wasn't romantically linked so maybe he was daydreaming about a girl. Listing all the qualities that she possessed that he loved. Cogitating on how well the two meshed together. Fashioning a mental happy face as he thought of the way she would turn in his general direction and sport that radiant smile that he cherished so dearly. Poetically piecing together the reasons for his basorexia and need for an osculant encounter.
Or maybe it was both on a higher level. He could have been cerebrating on all of his past actions. Reminiscing of all his previous deeds and the various outcomes that came with them. Conditioning himself to not make the same mistakes again while noting the things that could be done again favorably. This learning process pertaining to conflicts, girls and hell, life in general.
But through it all, you came to one conclusion. Though he possessed an unequaled optimism and an augmented level of thinking, he wasn't any much different. It was this fact that he constantly tried to tell everyone. He felt he didn't deserve all that recognition and praise because he knew that he wasn't trying any harder than the rest of us. And it was because of that mentality that so many had admired him for so long.
=-=-=
"Where the hell did that come from?"
Docking out...
-Ryan : keeping things copacetic since 1987
Ryan posted this at 6:12 PM.8/27/03
Wednesday, August 27, 2003
Yeah, its official: she's my nyquil.
Tell me something good.
By the way, my birthday's coming up in about 8 months or so.
My friends, I've lost my touch. You can no longer call me Smooth Operator or the Charming Dancer.
But its all good.
Lies save trouble now but come back as thunder later.
Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.
Maybe I juss need someone to save me from the parts of myself that keep making me crazy.
Why can't I be somewhere in the middle? I'm either hella quiet or hella loud (quiet like a cat, but loud like a dog).
You know why Mr. Sterling is an awesome guy? Because he too says, "Its all good."
Feeling down? If all else fails, juss look up at the sky.....its the same one I'm looking at.
Yes, I realize Mars is closest to our lovely planet today than it has been in some 60K years. Its kind of hard to forget when you have an astronomer for a brother.
I'd love to have seen it. Really, I would. However, its beyond too bright where I live. Still, being the optimist I am, I attempted to view the night-sky for that orange-ish, red-ish speck. Now why did I expect to see it when I can't even see most of the stars on a good night?
Holy dayum have I been beyond tired lately. Though, you might not be able to tell it with my antics in my various classes.
So, here we were in AP Studio art and we're supposed to be doing landscape sketches in pen and I am. At first.
Its when I start detailing and adding in stuff that the real trouble began. I started to draw out the image of a girl sitting on one of the various benches. Slightly slouched over, with her head on her right arm. She seemed to be deep in thought. As if she had everything except that what she wanted. She was all too familiar. I knew her.
Granted, there was no girl on the bench. She had been on my mind the whole day. She wasn't juss in that sketch, she was in all my doodles. She was even in my mathematical equations. Every little thing I thought of I could somehow trace it to her.
Oops on me.
It's a good weird.
Which Guilty Gear X character are you?
I have no idea. I can relate to the text, though.
DON'T GET ELMINATED!
"Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box."
Docking out...
-Ryan : one weird kid
Ryan posted this at 10:44 PM.8/23/03
Saturday, August 23, 2003
How's life, ladies? This is Ryan. And I'm a Taurus. And I...most definitely....know...what a...girl wants. Yeeeah... [sport boy-band pout face now]
We the type of people who like to blah, blah.
Cream soda and funnel-cake binging?! You craaazy kids!
I hate it when people say, "You're a guy and you listen to that?!" or "But you're asian! What are you doing listening to rock?" Hey, if I dig it, I dig it. What does it matter to you? You're probably one of those cats back in middle school who was against A-track members mingling with the C-trackers. Or you're one of the dillusionals who sport a color and brawl out whenever they see another particular color. Please, refrain from making such retarded comments to me you frickin' nazi.
Its kind of fair but kind of not that I know almost everyone in all my classes. I don't get to experiance that, "Oh! You're a person I've never met before!" feeling.
I don't know if you heard this, but there's this hilarious, albeit crazy, rumor floating around. Supposedley, I'm running this extortion ring. I'm supposed to have these circuits of upper-classmen around the whole school who punk the lower-classmen for money. Its like....organized bullying. And I only act friendly and nice as a front because no one would ever suspect that "good ol' Ryan" would ever do something like that.
...or would I?
Why do most people cuss? Lalochezia.
I only act stupid in classes to dissuade these ridiculous accusations that I'm smart or something. That and I get beyond bored in class because they're teaching stuff we already know.
Well, now that we've had a week of school I know what classes I can lounge out in, what classes I might have to actually work in and what teachers I'm going to like.
Favorite classes are going to have to be....Physics with Lang, APUSH with Sterling, AP Studio Art with Lewis and AP Eng. 11th with McNalley.
Why is it that I'm always loving my english and science classes?
Sterling, oh man...how awesome is that class? We seem to have a couple of actresses in our class too. You know what I'm talking about...the witch victims, haha. I'm here taking notes when she starts blurting stiffizzle out of nowhere. I'm thinking, "She has tourettes. Her parents are looking into it." But then Kristina gets up and starts spouting about a yellow bird? Then I got it. And then I went back to doodling. Er....taking notes. Yeah, you know me.
I'm thinking I'm talking way too much in McNalley's and hell, I might be. But hey, when you know 75% of the class, and you're sitting next to an old friend who you haven't seen in 2 years as well as being surrounded by other good friends and beautiful people, you tend to be a little on the conversive side. McNalley doesn't seem to mind, though. In fact, she seems to enjoy some of my sharp comments.
Sometimes, I think I try too hard to make people smile.
First it was subprofiles. Then it was OTJ's, mostly Xanga. Then it was Friendster. What is it now? Those dayum Blunt Truth surveys.
Being at a party or a kickback consisting of all couples except for yourself makes you realize more than ever how much you yourself need a significant other. Hell, juss another would do. You wouldn't even need to know the person to make you feel better. They could juss stand next to you at the dipping bowl.
I never get tired watching Extreme Elimination Challenge.
Nice shirt.
Anyone else find it ironic how I like my AP classes more than my regular ones?
"Get out of my class" will be my next favorite quote for at least the next 40 minutes.
Supposedley, I'm a pretty popular soap opera in Alaska right now.
My friends, I ate turf this week. You see, there's these benches by the lunch area and there's grass area and trees in-between them. But there's this particular one that was currently hosting a new tree. Unbeknownst to me, they watered these trees during school. So I'm walking along during the beginning of lunch and I'm not looking down because I'm greeting friends and I happen to step into said bench area. One step and that's when I realize: its muddy and hey! its kind of slippery too! So I'm standing there for about 1.2 secs trying to get my balance, and I do. But when I try to step off, I lose that balance because I'm wearing a stupid backpack full of all my books because I have yet to get my locker. Anyways, I'm falling. And what do I do? (My friends say this was the best part, by the way) I do a spin, so that instead of falling forward on my face, I fall back on my backpack eliminating all chances for frontal mud stains. However, I still have to roll up so I turn again and get up with my hands in the air like I meant to do it saying, "Yes, everyone! I ate it. I ate it hard...and I ate it well." All of this happened within about 5 seconds so no one except those within 15 feet saw what happened, haha. I didn't stain that much so you probably wouldn't have noticed afterwards. "Most graceful, Ryan! I give you a 10"
The worst part? One of the supervisors saw it who has kind of become a good friend of mine since then, haha. But the bad part, right? He calls the custodians to bring down some cones to warn off the area and he's telling them the whole story. So they're pointing at me and laughing, but its all good 'cause I know all of them.
But hey, it wasn't embarassing at all. It felt kind of good to fall. Weird, I know, but nothing bad really happens to me too often. I was proud to point and say, "Hey, you see those cones over there? Those are there because of me, bro. Because of me."
I feel like an inspirational guru. See how much better you feel now that I've blogged for the day?
Haha, blogged. It sounds so much better than 'Xangaed', haha.
"Yeah, they need more padding in the royal sack region."
Docking out...
-Ryan : the boy who blocked his own shot
Ryan posted this at 8:31 PM.8/19/03
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
In need of an osculant relationship. Will pay for din-din.
Allow me to smooth out your day.
Up your ziggy-ziggy with a wah-wah brush!
Don't ever crush on a girl who says she juss has a 'friend'...
Just a li'l warning: DO NOT USE YOUR MONEY TO SEE S.W.A.T.
It is, undeniably, one of the worst movies out there right now. It's a crime against humanity and doesn't do the old show any glory. Despite it, I can vouch one good thing about the movie...there is Dr. Pepper everywhere in that film.
I bought my brain a cane this year and asked it to be my pimp.
Speaking of school, it's surprisingly groovy. The day goes by so fast. I'm loving my schedule like no other. In fact, if I could, I'd marry it.
But you can't marry paper.
It juss wouldn't work out.
All my teachers are beyond nice and/or pure comedy. I know at the very least half the room in every class.
I think I'm set.
But I seem to have a couple of stalkers. They follow me from class to class, even sitting down next to me.
Some, like Kristina, Linh or Quynhy have it bad as they obsessively attend 2, even 3 of my classes!
You girls are crazy!
I'm getting a lot of looks from new administrators and the short, short freshman. Holy dayum, was I really roughly around the same size two years ago?
Lunch is pretty lounged out. I still need to walk around more to see where all the different cliques and friends have decided to stoop out for this year.
I'm juss waiting for the moment when I could break away. The only reason that I'm here is so I can save the day.
Is a zebra white with black stripes or black with white stripes? Hmmsha...
"Maybe if I hit him in the eye, he'll go blind, yeah? Oh wait....he has two..."
Docking out...
-Ryan : sooner or later, you'll get him
Ryan posted this at 7:12 PM.8/13/03
Thursday, August 14, 2003
For the most part, guys are ridiculous, letting their masculinity and their ego get in the way of everything. Some cats juss don't know how to treat a girl...
Do you think I could bring cream soda to school? Or would they tackle me to the ground and suspend me because it looks like alcohol?
Remember back in the day when running in a circle was all you needed for entertainment?
I once asked a girl to help me look for one of my contact lenses. Granted, I don't wear contact lenses. Needless to say, I'm glad I asked her, haha.
...'cause she found it...and gave it to me.
...along with her number, haha.
Girls are pretty.
And amazing.
...you could give them a wedgie from the front and the back.
Yes, my friends, basorexia has returned....again.
If there's any way that I could possibly make your day, feel free to tell me.
My friend will be attempting to take 5 AP courses and one weighted honors class this year. She's going to be under so much pressure that I could probably become a millionaire selling off the diamonds that she'll be shooting out of her ears. Hopefully, we can help her keep the OoOoWeE.
It sure has been flaming warm lately. Hot as a biiiiiish. Juss sitting there I'm sweating more than Mike Tyson in a spelling bee or a prostitute in church. Even checking the mail is hard to do. And not juss because of the heat, but because I'm afraid that the letters'll catch on fire and then we won't be able to pay our bills on time.
I used to defend myself with pepper-spray.
...until I was attacked by a cajun.
Have you ever been stabbed in the eye? It hurts, doesn't it?
How in the world can you hate on the Cookie Monster?!
Describe her kiss? Well, it was a lot like getting bit by the Snuggles bear...
...does it matter much?
I'm not the best...but I'm in the top two.
I guess I am nice. I'm not mean to anyone.....its not nice.
If anything, I'm my own worst enemy.
Everything can be fixed....with a li'l filipino ingenuity!
"Oh! You're the charming dancer!"
Docking out...
-Ryan : if you see this man, call 911 immediately!
Ryan posted this at 2:24 AM.8/09/03
Saturday, August 09, 2003
Whoa there....4 AP classes this year...you think this kid can deal?
You better run before you fall for me.
Sunsets and sunrises. Beautiful. Juss...beautiful. I always say that I'm going to draw/sketch it but even if I have the paper and pencil next to me, I'm so absorbed in its natural beauty to do so.
I have "Now and Forever" by Richard Marx and "Hands to Heaven" by Breathe stuck in my head.
I need to go visit La Jolla Cove sometime.....during sunset, haha.
What is it about rain that I find so soothing? Maybe its the fact that it hardly ever rains in southern Cali that I've never taken it for granted? People say that it looks so gloomy when it rains but for some reason, I don't feel that way. To me, the cloudy sky isn't gloomy its juss...lounged out. And I love walking in the rain. Its not annoying to me at all. The raindrops are like a very subtle, very light massage. I don't know why, but I find comfort in the water.
So...Vegas, right? That's what you wanna hear about? I'll give you the abridged version, haha. Well, despite having to watch my niece and nephews with my cousin most of the time, it was still fun. There was a lot of walking, but that was to be expected. There's no way we're going to be driving around all over the place with crazy drivers and crazy pedestrians, haha. The only downside was walking around during the day. Hot dayum!
So we spent most of the time at Circus, Circus at the Adventure Dome. I was going to hit up the midway and win some stuffed animals to give away, but my nephews dragged me to ride after ride, haha. I met another Rachel, another Trinh and another Dana along the way so I guess it wasn't that bad, haha.
Then it was back to my newphew's room at the Flamingo to gather our trunks and lounge out at the pool. Good stuff. Met another Tammy, haha.
That evening we juss walked around to all the big name hotels and took mad pictures so that we could all brag about staying at the Bellagio and whatnot. It was almost 1, so I trilled back to my room at the Paris and shlep.
Yup, that was about it, haha.
I spent a lot of time today thinking about school. Time is flying by so fast. I'm already an upperclassmen. Its scaring me how quickly its all going. Its all juss been a blur. It seriously hasn't felt that long. I thought about all the classes I've had and all the people I know and known, my last real relationship and all the flings that followed thereafter. No, it wasn't a sad reminiscing, but a joyous one. Even if they were juss flings I couldn't help but feel happy. Its all in those moments in the moonlight when you look at them and their smiles are more radiant than the lunar moon. When you know that even with the little time you two have spent togetheer, you've made a change in her for the better.
I realized how much I take all my friendships for granted. I recently juss realized how many hey's, hi's and what's up's I got on a daily basis when I walked down the hall the past few years.
I find myself excited about the upcoming schoolyear. Strange, I know. But I miss seeing everyone everyday and making people laugh while creating a grip of inside jokes. But what I really miss is that feeling that you get when you meet that new potential someone. You get that glint in your eyes like a kid who's received the biggest present on his birthday and you juss can't wait to open that present and see what treasure lays inside.
So long sweet summer. I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rest. This last week is going to be crunch time as I'll be finishing off summer AP packets and art projects. But hey, its all good. Like I've said many times this summer, this'll be the year of OoOoWeE, believe me. Nonstop smiles and no stress to everyone around me.
See you when you get there.
Docking out...
-Ryan : one guy that you don't want cloned
Ryan posted this at 12:56 AM.8/2/03
Sunday, August 03, 2003
So, today was the big whole wedding. It still hasn't hit me yet that my eldest brother is now a married man or that Rina is now officially my sister-in-law. Strange, it felt like they've been married all along though. They've been together ever since I can remember.
So, here I was, Jr. Groomsman. I thought I had something really, really important to do but it turns out I juss had to stand there and lead the other groomsman, all while looking good, haha. Hey, I don't look half bad in a tux.
I will never forget that single moment when they stood up there on the alter, hand in hand, looking deeply into eachother's eyes, saying their vows. How they're going to commit to eachother for the rest of lives. It was a beautiful thing.
Don't worry, my friends, I still have a scrotum.
The reception was hella down. Free grub, free love...that's all you can ask for. I had fun walking around, mingling, joking around and conversing with everyone beforehand and with relatives, family friends and cousins at their tables.
Ick sang a moving rendition of Now and Forever. The Who Wants To Be A Millionaire game was a nice touch. Haha, I had to burn half those CDs as well as make the covers and CD design labels. Also, the centerpiece game was fun and funny, haha. First we had to keep passing around a dollar, and then whoever had it had to take their napkin and run around the table. No one wanted to run around, so I ran around the table both times, haha. Dean ended up winning the center-piece and my dope lil nephew Jason took off with his dollar, haha.
Bert, the best man and Janine, the maid of honor made heart-felt and funny toasts.
Then there was the money dance. A lot of confusion there, haha. Everybody told me a different thing to do so I was lost for about the first 5 minutes, walking around, handing out pins and then Bert comes and up tells me to juss regulate a line, which I was going to do originally. And then when I'm doing that, Jason keeps asking to help out, so I give him the pins, haha. To top that off, everybody kept coming up to me every 25 secs to tell me to go faster, the only problem was I was already couting 5 and going but everyone kept saying, "No, count to 10!" or even a minute. Don't worry, everyone. I had it down. I knew what I was doing.
Finally, open dance, the moment all my counsins and everyone I talked to was waiting for, haha. However, they were playing a bunch of salsa and old dance music, so only the adults were on the floor. I was juss gliding around taking pictures, haha. Finally, after about a half-hour, they start playing some hip-hop. Haha, that's when all the parents docked-off the dance floor and no one was dancing so Reggie make me go out there and bust out to hopefully break the ice. I did a lil popping and I guess it worked out because everyone started coming down. Success!
We all were grooving and then they started a circle and different people started going in and busting out and then out of nowhere my aunt comes in and she starts busting out! It was the craziest thing I saw that whole night!
They ended the night by playing K-Ci and Jojo's "All My Life" and I was coming back in. I was going to ask Daisy(sp?) if she wanted to dance 'cause she looked left out and lonely but Mia jumped at me and asked me first, haha.
I've never seen my mom so happy. During the Mother/Son dance she was crying happily like no other. Cutest thing, that it was.
After that, it was a lot of goodbyes and a lot of loading 'cause we had to trill all the stiffizzle on over to our house, haha.
And that, my friends, was 8/02/03....the day Elbert and Rina were married.
I'll talk about Vegas later. There's a lot of thinking to do right now.
Docking out...
-Ryan : as Ryan as not letting people in on your lil talents and then busting them out of nowhere because you're suddenly bored and comfortable
Ryan posted this at 2:01 PM.7/28/03
Monday, July 28, 2003
Welcome to another edition of the OoOoWeE Insight!
I'm a Jr. Groomsman, and I have no idea what I do.
I was up all night again. Well, kind of. I stayed up long enough to see the sunrise. You know, I keep telling myself that one day, Ima bust out a piece of paper and sketch the sucka, but I have yet to do so. I really should. Its a beautiful sight that helps put things into perspective. But enough about Kristina-- I mean, Jasmine-- I mean, Quynhy-- I mean, a churro stand.
Mmm....churros.
Something that has been bothering some readers...
Yes, I realize you spell "just" with a "t" and not like "juss" but that's how I do it EXCLUSIVELY for this site. I feel it gives it sort of an edge as compared to other blogs and xangas. Whereare most feel free to sport "cyber-spelling slang" ALL OVER their entries, making it appear that they're all illiterate and smarter than I am, I only use it on ONE word and ONE word only. That's how OG I am. Juss deal with it. Word. Holla.
Punch me. No, seriously. Smack me right in the face right now.
What's an oxymoron? An angry asian kid. That's an oxymoron.
Dimples, combined with glasses, makes for one deadly combo. That's juss plain evil.
Its difficult to have a rehearsed routine as compared to broken rhythm.
I found out today that I have my own dialect. That's right, its called the RyRy dialect. As seen used by the spontaneous, smooth-operator types. Its grooving, lemme tell ya.
Everyone and their mother had some sort of camp or whatnot to go to last week.
Everyone and their mother has some sort of Xanga or whatnot to write in every week.
She juss had that strange appeal. Cats didn't wanna rub up against her, they wanted to lounge out with her.
Y'know, the eskimos had over a hundred words for snow. They must've gotten beyond detailed with this stiffizzle. Mushy snow, hard snow, edible snow. A hundred variations. Almost as fun as watching Nascar live.
I love the sound and feeling of rain.
I hate the after-cold you get after walking in the rain.
i have a problem with analyzing new people I meet or trying to map out strangers and their background history. I'm right about 75% of the time and I hate it.
I don't open up to a lot of people, but I usually don't have to 'cause there's nothing in the present box.
Speaking of presents, I'm horrible with those. I'll juss go to Quynhy for ideas because she's all original and pro at gift giving ideas.
My laid-back attitude might get me in trouble one day. I'm too much of a compromiser.
Where do Hawaiians and Cancunians go on vacation?
Her smile could deflect bullets, I'm sure.
I'm sorry, but some kids juss deserve to get judo-tossed across the street. How do parents not realize how much of a brat they're raising?
I think when I'm older and rich, I'm going to cause a lot of mayhem on the idiots in my general area and then when the coppa's take me in, I'll blame it on schitzophrenia and implosive anger.
There's nothing wrong with a chica who plays videogames.
There's something ironic with homosexual Mr. Isaac telling the viewers to go visit Cox.com for contest details.
I'm up for new things. I'm always willing to empty my cup to taste your tea, you dig?
"Brotha, you come straight out of a comic book."
Docking out...
-Ryan : as Ryan as paralipophobia
Ryan posted this at 12:05 AM.7/20/03
Sunday, July 20, 2003
RYAN - NOT MORE THAN YOU NEED, JUSS MORE THAN YOU'RE USED TO!
You could palm-strike me straight in the face, while counting-down beforehand, and I still probably wouldn't notice right now. I'm that bored and lost in thought.
Life? Life is like a glass of water. When you're young, the glass is small, but full of water because it is all so promising, you can't help but want to overflow. But hey, as you get older, that little shot-glass turns into a mug, and eventually a keg as you become more aware and jaded of the world around you. It becomes a lot harder to fill that emptiness and it usually takes something big to get a re-fill.
I don't want to view life like that anymore. I want my old shot-glass back, you dig?
Yes, this will be the year of OoOoWeE!, believe it.
Why'd it take me so long to realize that I've been munching on the Special K?
You're it. You're the ultimate....or some ish, haha.
I've figured it out! I'm not overly modest, I'm juss jaded when it comes to compliments and praise.
I take too many things for granted. Example: I forgot how important it is to breath until I stopped doing it.
Life's so pretty, its a pity that these cats up in the city don't understand the importance of my gritty, witty, ditties.
Ever since I was a kiddy, I've spouted better rhymes than Diddy or Fiddy, I could have started my own pro commitee.
I'm grabbed the mic like a pimp, and I knew what I was doing.
So many bad things happened on my birthday, the 26th of April. Chernobyl melted down; Boothe, Lincoln's assassin was shot down; A riot in LA went down. Crazy stuff.
The only good thing was Jamestown was founded. Clap to that...
I feel bad for my friend. She's sporting the technicolor yawn. I'd drive over with some chicken soup or something, but I'm an idiot.
I thought I'd be in solitude, with an attitude, with NO FOOD! Can I get an amen?!
Holy dayum, this might sound crazy but I had this premonition that one of my friends was going to get attacked by a cat, right?
Well, the crazier thing is....my friend was walking through the park one day and *BAM*....PMSing kitty played Fancy Feast with his face. Sorry, bro. I'm scurred nah....
LalalalaLAlalalaLaaa....I'm so preeeetty!
No, I'm not a narcissist, I juss enjoyed that film.
"See, over and over again,
I keep on saying to myself,
I must be going out my mind,
to not wanna spend all my time with her."
Thurs. February 27th - "G*night, G*night"
Sun. March 2nd - "Bedtime"
Sun. March 16th - "Optimist", Mon. March 17th - "Unconditional"
June 8th - "Sarang Hae", "Perfect"
Docking out...
Ryan : as Ryan as procrastinating overachievers
Ryan posted this at 3:22 PM.7/16/03
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
Hot dayum! Its a new day!
I'd love to see you try and wipe that smile off my face. No, really. I'd love. =D
I'm so happy right now, somebody should shoot me. Yeah...that'll show me.
So, who else thinks that I think beyond too much?
If I'm juss bad news, then you're a liar.
What the hell is that doing here?
Its no fun sitting there, watching one of your favorite movies, with no one to joke around with or spout about why you love that particular scene.
At some point, you get tired of being in the neutral one.
I love girls. They're so nice.
It feels weird to look across the street and not see Ricky balling it up or hearing Michael blasting music.
"Think of me
Think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember me
Every so often
Promise me you'll try
On that day, that not so distant day
when you are far away and free
If you ever find a moment
Spare a thought for me
Think of me
Think of me waking,
Silent and resigned
Imagine me trying too hard
To put you from my mind
Think of me..
Please say you'll think of me
Whatever else you choose to do
There will never be a day
When i dont think of you"
Ahh....beautiful.
I'm out of shape! Time to get IN shape again!
OoOoWeE is me!
"You don't have issues...you have a whole subscription!"
Docking out...
-Ryan : as Ryan as gracious modesty
Ryan posted this at 11:38 PM.7/14/03
Monday, July 14, 2003
Random Moron: "Hey, do you smoke?"
Me: *inquistive stare* "Only if I'm on fire, thank you."
I found out something disturbing about the phrase 'to know' somebody. Very, very disturbing.
Well....disturbing, but fun!
One day, I'd like to chase after a girl saying, "But I need you like a coppa needs his donut!"
Dance practice? In a word: fun. Fun but tiring! I'm so out of shape and holy damn, unflexible.
And I don't get it? I've done plenty of backflips before but when I use the approach that they've taught us, I've lost that flipping feel. So I was nervous because of this, so I was tripping on the form. So Kartik be like, "Bro, you got it! Get Ricardo and Dennis to spot you!" So I step up, and I'm starting off the form but I didn't tell them I was ready, cause I thought they knew so I bust it, but I flop up and I land on my shoulder, almost like a pose, haha. I didn't see, but I heard everyone be like, "Whoa!"
So I be like, "So uh...I got enough air though, right?" And everyone starts laughing. "As you would say, beyond, bro."
I don't know what's wrong with me, haha.
And I can't aerial or bust a back handspring anymore! Blah! I can still one-hand cartwheel though, so that has to count for something.
I felt like I was in blazin' Darren's Dance Grooves or something as Darren was busting out his bouncy, fast routine.
But hey, I got it down and it was fun. Fun and funny. Fun and funny but tiring.
We went over the first 3 strings beyond too many times while the JV team was watching us gimp up, haha.
Still, I'm not used to routines. I'm beyond comfortable playing it freestyle but when it comes to routines...uh...
Haha, I mean, I get it all, but I feel like I could be getting it a lot better but hey, I'm a perfectionist or some stiffizzle.
What's this I hear about our gym was tagged up by Torrey Pines?
Always getting held down by the WO-man!
We finished the wood flooring and furniture movement!
My male cat still hasn't gotten over his 'marking-my-territory' fetish!
I need to hire a female masseuse to aid me monday nights after dance practice.
Any takers, haha? I'll uh...pay well?...somehow....yeah.
I think about her. Does she think about me? I think she does. Do you think she thinks the same way?
That she thinks about me and wonders if I think about her but she's not sure, but she thinks that I probably do?
....I have no idea what I juss said.
Blah, where did all the funny go? I'm tired. Please forgive me.
"I'll take his word for it."
Docking out...
-Ryan : as Ryan as backflipping according to you own stance
Ryan posted this at 11:38 PM.7/9/03
Thursday, July 10, 2003
"I'm from the ghetto. I can't scrap over the phone!"
"She's financially distabled."
That's juss the way y'all folks talk. Good stuff.
Man, I really need to draw something else on the comp. that I could add to my comp. art portfolio, yeah?
If I spoke with an accent, do you think my appeal would shoot up? Hmmsha...
What is it about music box music that is so enchanting?
Kevin right now kind of reminds me of myself during the summer of 8th grade, as his world of courtship is burgeoning.
I had a little conversation with Kristina today about thinking about people and people thinking about me. I told her I'd be surprised if anyone thought about me, and I am. She told me that I shouldn't be.
I'm now lost.
I wish I had a cool name to which I could create a witty screen name with. Like Kristina's middle name is Rae, so she has 'Rae of Sunshine!' Or Chantal, who has "Chantal Everybody!" (as in um...Shan tell everybody). Jasmine's nickname is Jazz, so she has "Jazzed Up N D Groove!" (as in...Jazzed up in the groove). Or Reiny AKA Rein with "Rein of Fire!"
My name is beyond common. I'll be walking down the hall, hear my name and 50% of the time its another Ryan.
Its ironic how my cousin who has ADD purchased a Ford Focus.
Have you ever been to Starbucks? One of their menus has a background with some sort of coffee puff or something. Anyways, looking at the thing you come to many conclusions. Like Reg thinks its the essence of coffee in the form of a coffee djinn or genie.
Me? To me it looks like a happy little mermaid sipping on some mocha. But then I must ask myself, "Why would a mermaid be DRINKING coffee...in the ocean?"
If I grow up to be a lawyer, I'd like to get the reputation of a losing lawyer. That way, my business card would be an exact replica of the Monopoly "Go To Jail" card with my number spouted all over it. 'Cause hey, I'd still get paid and I wouldn't have to work much.
Who would hire me? Ex-prisoners and whatnot who have become institutionalized and want to return to the world they know, silly goose.
Sometimes, I think about my life and I've come to the conclusion many times that fate has sent a little tornado to follow me wherever I go. I feel like everything happens to me except what I'd really, really, REALLY would like to happen to me. Whenever something great is in reach, that tornado takes it, right there in front of my eyes and then puts it somewhere else, perhaps for someone else, leaving my side of the road a little less clean.
But hey, it still has flowers over here. Nice ones.
You want deeper stuff? How about this...
Sometimes, I feel like the tide. Its in a constant state of hesistation and uneasiness.
It always creeps up to shore and then pulls away. It changes its mind and retreats so quickly.
I saw fireworks on the 4th.
Its funny how some things remind me of others.
You can't build castles on quicksand.
Docking out...
-Ryan : as Ryan as being a closet intellectual
Ryan posted this at 12:46 AM.7/2/03
Thursday, July 03, 2003
You know, Kevin brought up a good point tonight: "I thought you already went to bed."
Yeah, so did I....but then I didn't, really.
I attempted to go to bed early because I actually have to wake up early. Didn't exactly work out.
I do this a lot. Except most of the time i don't have a reason to wake up early other than the fact I'd like to wake up before noon every now and then.
Perhaps I suffer from clinomania?
Granted, its summer and I'm supposed to sleep in but it'd be nice if i was up early enough for breakfast.
Literally and metaphorically.
Yeah, so the whole cereal shindig is out. Never thought by spouting off to only a handful of people would it be brought onto a whole grip of people.
Since you all know the names of 'em, can you guess who they are?! Or perhaps you're one of them, eh, eh?
So, yeah, I was at a friend's the other day and I met their parents for the first time.
"Oh, you're Ryan? You must be the charming dancer!"
Whoa there...
When you have to say 'bless you' to yourself, you know someone around you has killed the mood.
Sure, they say you shouldn’t feed the animals at the zoo. But what if you feed them other animals?
Sometimes when I close my eyes at night I can't see through my ears.
Apparently, this is a good thing but I can't help but wonder.
The word deformed always come with negative connotations.
Did you ever stop to think that maybe because of its percentages of happenings its a special thing?
What if the majority of 'normal' people are actually the 'deformed' ones?
Hmmsha...
'McJob' is an actual word now. Its in the dictionary. Its definition? A low-end job.
So is 'dead presidents' which refers to the moolah.
Its been about 2 year since I finally learned something new to add to my knowledge of courtship.
Thank you, Kristina. Thank you very much.
A great wrong happened to me today. I was looking for the Lilo and Stitch DVD and unfortunately, I couldn't find it.
That means one of my older brother's girlfriends must have it over at her house.
That's just plain wrong.
Sometimes I feel pressured to find a girlfriend whose name starts with a "T".
Why?
Well, because my oldest brother's girlfriend is named Rina and my other brother's girlfriend is named Sandy.
If you're clever, you've probably gone through the alphabet and realized that is goes "R-S" followed by "T".
Too much thinking on my part.
It must suck to spontaneously combust. But I bet what would really throw you in a panic was if you saw yourself in the mirror after spontaneously combusting. I imagine that'd be hell.
Hey Pat, they only want me for my pimp juice, haha. No seriously, that song isn't about me at all.
If you tell me I'm cool, I'll acknowledge it with a thanks but in my mind I'll ignore and mentally tear at it with vituperation.
You know what's funny? Remember how I had over $200 in text messages? Well, while trying to get texting banned for my phone, we accidentally got it cancelled for my brother's phone! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...
ah....yeah, we need to get that straightened out.
If someone pours water on a bunch of rocks and it gets hotter, you're probably in a sauna.
I hope by reading my online journal thing you realize how much significantly higher your IQ is compared to mine.
Down with the Wal-Mart franchise!
Have a nice day.
Docking out...
-Ryan : as Ryan as basorexia
Ryan posted this at 1:01 AM.6/30/03
Monday, June 30, 2003
"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?
brought to you by Quizilla
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?!
=-=-=
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.
