11^th Hour Influences

It’s eating me, it’s decaying, it’s mid-night oil burning

It’s delayed reflexes, it’s afraid of contemplating

It’s wrong, it’s right, it’s her sleepy baggy eyes

Then they sadly realize it’s nothing but real life

The smoke, the cold, emotion’s two fold

It takes two to hope and two weeks to know

And a few more to go, I’ll never be a shadow

No matter how many elbows my friends and foes throw

I learned the walk at midnight o’clock

Inside I hide and the outside I talk

It’s changes, it’s French kiss, it’s not having to plan this

What I don’t understand is, romantic mathematics.

It’s the look, it’s the fire, it’s a simple breezeway

Wake up each day he hits the replay

The dreams, it seems, red bull gives me wings

Her pleasure is my red bull, my wings make me KING

No matter how many things I encounter in my brain

It will never be the same and I’ll never complain

I learned, to remain, dried up in the rain

Inside I refrain, outside I entertain

Tomorrow, it’s just, another different day

So many other ways I can be in disarray

But I paved, my road, decision has been made

I can’t play afraid, allow my fantasy to fade

I blink, I think, write my thoughts down on paper

Pin down my inhibition with heavy duty staplers

I’m free, I need, no other limitation

I will smoke till I turn into her oncology patient (joking, will quit one day)

I learned, to believe, and stay open minded

Whatever you wanna do, I’m 100% behind it

(to be continued)

It is surprising sometimes when I shift my gears into neutral and just let my mind idle, because this is when I discern the good from the evil. Call it fate or coincidence or simply just too many of us on this planet, just when I think the tunnel might be getting too dark, someone is always holding a lantern at the next turn. This week, I inadvertently read Scott’s weblog, and it stimulated a lot of neurons in my head to say the least, what a good way to let out the junk that’s been clogging my nervous system. I’m deeply thankful for those who have shine light on the path in front me, the advancement of technology has paralyzed me with laziness, I’m sorry for not clicking the left button on my mouse to send an email to my old buddies out there to let them know that I still got much love.

The following people and many others that I will forget to mention is what’s up…

S. Casey—Keep the furniture moving man …Day one to forever.

C.J. Kneeburg—Remember the humping shadows next door (Puffy still needs the adult entertainment DVDs)? If I had to pick out one thing I admire from you, it’ll be your strength to carry on. Sorry, I had made fun of the sun flower. Now I look at sun flowers differently…

D. Christina—You are me, thanks for the rocks from mama. What is up recently?

K. Guzio—we are all mad at the world, and I would have never understood why Butterfield was so different from Hutchinson had I not leave. And for that, I apologize.

C. and S. Velicer—You are my brothers. C, have fun in Spain, S. have fun collecting bonezzz. It would have never been enough for R.I.’s ladies on the beach for me to call it home. Thanks, for…family.

J. Murphy—Play some Cahdz. Let me know how u doing nowadays.

S. LaLiberty—You are one of the most open minded girls I know, that and your character is what separates you from the norm.

Puffy—thanks for the early morning gym breakfasts and being your crazy self.

S.Gosrosky—hope I spelled it right, it took me by surprise at first how u can just inspire me, then when I think about it, that’s what’s up.

Third—even though you might never see this, but when I talk about inspiration, you are it.

D. Cortez—your charisma and ability to carry a conversation and getting down with the boys makes you a special girl, that plus your puncho.

M. Hilliard—there is a reason why u get along so well with D. Cortez, we choose to befriend those who we consider similar. You are one of the most down to earth girls I have ever met.

V. Ramachandra—(I know I mis-spell it)for hollaing back these past few days … I been busy never get your messages.

E. Lai, B. Ayers, Miggz, J.P, L. Ngai, and the rest of the 14^th, 10^th and 11^th floor crew—fate was what brought us together, fun was what we had this summer.

D.Kim—Carry on brother, fight through this bullsh*t, wisdom roots deeply in experiences, just because of that and how u experienced adversities in great proportions, you are wise. I believe fairness will be restored one day, I’ll be hoping for the both of us.

V. and V. Sung—You guys are my brothers too. Don’t let time separate the love.

P.L, J.Lei—smile, for fighting in this town.

H-Son and Steve—I apologize of not doing a good job keeping it up with u guys, I wish you the best.

T. Shwantez—shoe strings

It is impossible for me to list all of you …. So here is how I’m going to do it ….

Shout out to SKHS, X.Wang, and all the basement hip hop influences there… all the people that made RI home. Shout out to Hutchinson, to Ann the R.A., Sal the Janitor, 4^th floor crew.  To Coddington and Rut, Lachanna, Bearee, Melissa, David and my residents. Shout out to Nathaniel Gore, best wishes in Iraq. Shut out to Wolpers staff… J.W, S.G….

Thank you Mom and Dad for LIFE.

K.Luo, for sticking with me these past few years, our relationship has been one that’s very unique for me, for one I have never had a long term relationship that lasted this long, it has been hard at times and often it has been the reason for the arguments and fights. Nowadays I’m loving you more, because I’m being a more thankful person… I love you…

I have to go now, the library is closing, tomorrow there will be more …