4 souls

my eyes glaze over as voices become intangible. i must insulate and incubate myself within the hollow, delicate shell of a person that i am. if i feel things fully unfiltered i would shatter into a million silvers of the shikon jewel.

6

i've been tagged by no one to post "6 things about you" but am about to go off on a narcissistic tangent. ahh, narcissism, you're there when no one else was/is.

1. left handed and right brained.

2. addictive personality.

3. o pos bloodtype.

4. college graduate.

5. sansei.

6. foodie.

what the fizzy beezy?

homemade jokes

so i told my friend the joke i made up totally organic and he's been telling people and these people tell other people and so on and so forth, so if you hear the joke:

q: what did obi wan kenobi say to luke skywalker in the chinese restaurant?

a: "luke, use the fork"




i know, total lol. copywrite trademark pounce. one of my biggest contributions to the world so far. coming up with that joke. sigh

smaaaaaackkkkk

dude, why u gotta cop the same shit, and it's not the first time it's been pete and repeat. that's some single white female shit yo.

i'm tired of it. sick of it all. purge and cleanse!!!! rectify and redeem. my thoughts are becoming increasingly fragmented and skittish for survival sakes. in order to keep the status quo of sanity.

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fragmented blogs. necessary like haiku. but will be deleted soon. poof into nothing but a cacheted memory. at times don't you want to disappear like tom hanks in that movie when he befriended a volleyball and worked for fedex. the title escapes me.

update 1145 pm: castaway right?

mt. hakurei

i'm going on a pilgrimage.

fantanstic voyage

life is a trip and then you die still trying to get a piece of that apple pie

weird. ok, i'll bite and docu it.

i tipped the waitress an extra dollar on purpose and cranked up the ipod. a test in karmaish. i knew i was going to get uncrac ked pocked aces the next hand. double up. hooty hoo!

i said before i left work about the purse i'd always admired and was at a record low price for one night only that if no one buys it and i win over $100 i have to buy it. both happened so i bought it. !@$!@#$@!#$

the vida is loca. i don't want anyone to know. they can't deal with the weirdness. it's my secret. you don't know the half of it. i can barely take it myself.

blogs are the new form of deep thoughts. the predecessor is haiku.
the granddaddy if you will. such!

robot chicken

lol @ the brown paper bags, fast food video game, 8 mile looney tunes

nature

inevitable. unavoidable. as the object get closer, they are immersed in a magnetic pull slamming them together. involuntary. a compelling, hypnotic force that consumes everything in its path. resistance is futile.

time passes. distance shortens. breathing quickens. smiles br0aden as things operate in a trance like state. a chess game ensues. a long, slow dance. the danger heightens as they brace for impact. there's no place to go. only collision. trapped by fate. recognition and resignation.

1941

year of the metal snake. a huge year for the suginoharas, good and bad. 4 baby snakes were added to the crew. my father and his cousins. after the blessings came the planes. it seemed to be all about the family on a egocentric level. hiroshima., honolulu. h town. all the players have hit close to home strangely. *raised eyebrow*

blog it out

everytime i feel torn up inside i know i have to blog it out. put it on epaper. get it out, push it out, way out. it's therapeutic.

incommunicado

every now and then i let my phone run out of battery and don't charge it for a few days or what not. disconnect from EVERYTHING, my life, EVERYTHING. it disturbs my friends and family, but it's so very necessary. essential towards my sanity. why is that?

woo HOO this game is exciting. live from stan sherriff idado state v hawaii overtime. let's go 'bows!!!

so there's a dilemma i've been having. lately i've been questioning if i'm too hard on people. i keeps it real. have you ever seen the dave chappelle skit "when 'keeping it real' goes wrong"? that's me. the keeping it realness and not faking the funk, i think i comes from the ffkk. i'm antibullshit. but the world runs on bullshit, so there in lies the problem. if i was a fake ass mutherfucker, i would be ahead in the "world" i.e. career wise. but the pit in my stomach makes me act up. it twists and turns when it comes to chauncey ass bitches.

there's this person that i have to deal with on a frequent basis that i have no respect for because they have proven time and time again that they are a lazy, lame ass, pass the buck, dregs of society waste of space. one of my friends has befriended them. their friendship with someone i have NO respect for has tainted my image of them. how can intelligent life forms be friends with that tripe? you are judged by the company you keep. i'm sorry, but it's not working for me.

i'd like to think i'm a tolerant person, but my reflexive physical aversion to this situation is making me wonder if i'm being too stringent. am i being a hardass? intolerant? me?!

in the words of robert nesta marley, "whoa time will tell, think you're in heaven, but you're living in hell..."

ffkk

kristina and i are the founding and only members of the ffkk - former fat kids klub (for life mutherfuckas!!! *flashing gang sign*).

being fat during the formative years is no cake walk. and as we all know, fat kids love cake.

thank goodness i went to an all girls elementary because if guys were mercilessly teasing me the ways the girls did i think i'd be a menace II society even more than i am now. i'd be in jail or dead. me against the world. the world is fucked up and cold, it's how you take it that makes all the difference. i have an inner anger i can identify and i'm scared of. rage against the machine.

so i loved food and had a problem with not eating it - so sue me. and my skinny counterparts did. they verbally trounced me for having a obvious love affair with food. but how could i blame them, it's survival of the "fittest" after all.

instead i ate all their insults. and it was bitter. it embittered me. and my inner rage, my anger that i can't control and scares even me comes from this. people have been shallow and horrible to me, and this chip on my shoulder is the result. mmm, chips. thug life!!!

changes

"although it seems heaven sent we aint ready to see a black president" - pac

when i read on yahoo at work that obama had won his historic election, this lyric flashed in my mind. we are at a point where we are ready. and only 12 years after pac's "death". the aloha state is the future of the world. we are the enlightened ones! even if he went to punahou!

it's like how clinton was starwars, bush was empire strikes back and obama's return of the jedi. lol.

but damn i REALLY wanted it to be obama/clinton. he was probably right in not choosing her, look at what happened to mccain. i know hilary and sarah aren't the same level of candidate, but you know what i mean. c'mon, you know. don't make like you don't. no make ah!

what i mean is the voter isn't responsive to women candidates yet, am i right to assume? the race barrier in american politics has been broken before gender lines are transparent


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compton

even though they were the ones being dissed, i bet you even snoop and dre couldn't deny the sheer brilliance of "real mutherfuckin gs". the first time they heard it they were probably smiling and shaking their head thinking "that motherfucker...." an iconic battle song and one of eazy's sickest late in his career. if i were a fighter in the mma i would come out to this song once.