CornerStreet.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
gone is the old

It's been over three years, feels kind of stupid to read back what I've wrote before. Let's see how it goes on from now.

Moved on.

Peace.

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Saturday, August 25, 2007
Wow


Your mind's strengths allow you to think ahead of the game — to imagine or anticipate what should come next in just about any situation. Because you're equally skilled in the numerical and verbal universes of the brain, you can draw from multiple sources of information to come up with great ideas. The timelessness of your vision and the balance between your various skills are what make you a Visionary Philosopher.

In addition to your strengths in math and linguistics, you have a knack for matching and anticipating patterns. These skills and your uncanny ability to detect the underlying blueprint of most of life's situations add to your Visionary Philosopher mind. Two philosophers who share the same combination of skills you possess are Plato and Benedict Spinoza. Spinoza had insight into how things worked in the world. He could envision a future based on the patterns he saw in life, and used mathematical logic as a structure within which to present his philosophical arguments. With that base he was able to use logic to formulate his theories. Borrowing from his linguistic strengths he wrote eloquent texts and, therefore, was able to bring his philosophical ideas and structure to the rest of the world. His story exemplifies the talents that are present in the Visionary Philosopher intellectual type.

Whatever you decide to do in life, you've got a powerful mix of skills and insight that can be applied in a wide variety of ways. You can expand your mind to understand a situation. Your strong balance of math and verbal skills will help you explain things to others. For example, if you were on an archaeological dig and discovered an object, you could probably use your deductive powers to figure out not only what the object was but also how it was used. Given your ability to put things together, you are more than capable of inventing a life plan that is in sync with your perspective on how things were, how they are, and how they might be one day.

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Sunday, August 19, 2007
Where have the good times went?

Weeks seem like they're getting longer but shorter at the same time. I think I've lost my fluency. A cup of 'bucks and having a stimulating conversation with someone seem like the thing to do right now, but camp calls.

Girl, in all seriousness, I just wanted to tell you I think you're beautiful and I think you should forget about that loser C... You have my number give me a call.

Seriously, where have the good times went?

Sunday, August 12, 2007
Guess I Haven't Lost Touch


Duron's a sweet name.

Saturday, August 11, 2007
You Didn't Know?

Perhaps I did not know, or maybe I chose not to know. Was it so political then? Why's everyone hating?

Yeah, I really didn't.
Remember this?

Friday, August 10, 2007
24

It's been awhile since I've really had any rest. Spent the whole (I mean it.) day in bed. Food poisoning I'm guessing. Really takes the balls out of a man.

Sunday, August 05, 2007
Have you been reading?

Bad romance novel metaphors
20> His body was hard -- not hard like Milosevic, the Serbian strongman, but hard
like the marble on your shower floor, when you fall and bang your knee.

19> Her shoulders heaved like the tiny sobs of Snuggles the cat being run through with a roasting spit.

18> Her embrace made his manhood swell like week-old roadkill on hot asphalt in the Georgia sun.

17> Her petticoats dropped to the ground, rustling like a cockroach in a sugar bowl.

16> As she kissed her way down his manly chest, he felt his Amalgamated Crane Company stock increasing in value.

15> Beatrice was on him like a piranha on a corn dog.

14> ...then he kissed her, like a butterfly kisses the windshield of a Porsche on the Autobahn.

13> Her breasts heaved like a stormy ocean, and her pointed nipples were like hypodermics washed up on the shore.

12> With his broad shoulders and slim waist, he was a yield sign -- yet she could NOT!

11> He tore open her blouse like a Publisher's Clearing House letter in which he, and some guy named Steven Bouber from Stockton, California, were potential finalists for the ten million dollar prize.

10> His manhood stood at full attention, stiff and stony like the vice president.

9> Sleekly malevolent, driven by a violent hunger, Donovan glided through the chum-filled waters of the singles bar, oblivious to the remora of Annabelle's adoring gaze.

8> Like the wind, she ran, her breasts lurching like a motor boat over a wake, and then, as fluid as a fine imported transmission, she whipped out her man-organ and pissed away his dreams.

7> Her sun-glazed back formed a golden arch as he moved his face toward her happy meal.

6> With each breath, her chest heaved like a bulimic after Thanksgiving dinner.

5> He Beatty-ed her shamelessly, making her squeal like Ned and hallucinate like Warren.

4> He awoke my slumbering womanhood with his double tall loin latte. "Starbuck!" I cried.

3> His chest was her pillow, and oh, did she drool.

2> Claire felt swept away by this dark stranger, a helpless dust bunny in the roaring cacophony of his gas-powered leaf blower.

1> His finger, weathered and rough from years on the ranch, danced in and out of his nose like a slimy ballerina

Don't ask.

Saturday, August 04, 2007
Your Life?


How are you living yours?

Sunday, July 29, 2007
Patrick

I smiled.

about: blank

Feeling pretty empty these couple of weeks. Haven't really got anything done fer quite awhile. Prolly due to the lack of human interaction? (man I'm turning geek.)

Let's see how the next three months go.
I don't wanna go back to camp.

Look Into My Eyes

Boo.

Sunday, July 22, 2007
This Is


maybe if i crawled six feet under


and laid down to die

everything would be a lot easier

Saturday, July 14, 2007
Seven Hundred and Eleventh

Potterheads,

Click Me

Friday, July 13, 2007
Interesting





Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

Saturday, July 07, 2007
Live Earth

Friday, July 06, 2007
Free

Let Freedom Ring - feat. Trajik and Martin Luther King's Most Famous Speech

Grab It

So even though we face the difficulties
of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream.
It is a dream deeply rooted
in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation

will rise up and live out
the true meaning of its creed:
We hold these truths to be self-evident
that all men are created equal.
I have a dream…

It would take a nation of millions to hold us back.
Brown v. Board opened some doors.
Back then they called all blacks Negroes.
We kick it off of the top sort of like cerebrals.
Separate isn’t equal, when in practice.
My school is a shack. Mine is a palace!
Do I have to sit in the back of the bus? That’s wackness.
Second class citizen on account of my blackness.
They say to change the world, you’ve got to take a stand.
Rosa Parks took a seat and changed the face of the land.
Martin had a plan that even if you want to change the world
that don’t mean you’ve got to kill another man.
Inspired by the people like Thoreau and Gandhi,
a pacifist in the war without an army.
‘Cause they can’t harm me, no matter how the end seems.
I wonder if Mr. King is still having dreams…

Let freedom ring…
I have a dream…
Let freedom ring…
This must become true...

So let freedom ring…

MLK had a dream, took it mainstream.
Civil Rights Bill, Voting Rights Acts, they passed.
Modern day Jesus, turning the other cheek,
some blacks like “dog, that’s weak.
I’m not looking to get beat deep into next week,
my everyday life is police brutality.”
Malcolm picked up X and dropped his slave name,
radical change, “defense by any means.”
Went on hajj to Mecca, said ‘let God protect ya,
Whites and Blacks, yeah, we’re in this together.’
But there are race riots, people are dying,
Warfare in Watts, tear gas, bullets are flying.
So JFK?
He got assassinated.
MLK?
He got assassinated.
Malcolm X?
He got assassinated.
So it’s up to us to keep that dream alive…

Let freedom ring…
I have a dream…
Let freedom ring…
This must become true...
So let freedom ring...

Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom
by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

- http://www.flocabulary.com

Done.

Thursday, July 05, 2007
Done Too

FTT

Sunday, July 01, 2007
Whoop

My Practice Car.

Driving wasn't so bad after all. :)

Bring On The Bling

I want one.

It's been a good week, I passed my IPPT. finally.
Gonna have my first driving lesson later in the day, feeling pretty nervous though.

I wanna catch Transformers.
I wanna catch Harry P.
I wanna catch Goal 2.
Dude, take me out.

Oh yeah, Imma line's dude.

Sunday, June 24, 2007
Pink.

I hate China-men in pink. Period.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Then



I'm actually feeling upset that I have no pictures of my Passing Out Parade. T'was like 4 months ago. My, how time flew. Pictures stolen from Henry T.

Done.

BTT.

Saturday, June 16, 2007
Now We Know

Why girls do better.

Sunday, June 03, 2007
Turn Around

Alone in this moment
Digging the blade into my skin
My pent up emotions
Seeping out from within

Ripping up my outside
To this method I am devout
Slice away my pain
Bleeding the evil monster out

Tear away the feelings
Until no more remain
Desperation engraved in flesh
Relief I wish to obtain

It's funny readin' this after all these time. I must say, I'm glad having the usual buncha kids round me. What will I do without them? I hate making mistakes. When I avoid one, I'll make another. Sheesh.

I hate the flu bug.

Friday, June 01, 2007
Check This.

CLICK ME

Thursday, May 31, 2007
Jellybeans

Words won't flow dudes.

- Got me black hat thing.
- Sgt R. turned emo this week.
- Live shoot's next Wednesday.
- Sgt D. still hates me fer "SATU"
- 7 of us are moving out in July.
- I gotta stop thinking that life's like movies and song lyrics.
- Something's deep in my mind but it won't come out.

Sunday, May 27, 2007
Oh yeah.


My new ride.

Saturday, May 26, 2007
Questioned

I'll always have the raw idea of what I want to do. Only if you're a trully infinite immortal can you make it real with only that raw idea. That is the difference between myself and a genuinely remarkable person. Else, turning any thoughts into reality require significant research, a fair amount of trial and error, and a great deal of hard work. - Fer me, I'm still at that trial and error stage.

There's my answer.

Sunday, May 20, 2007
Off her.

Friday, May 11, 2007
Fuggit

Just when I thought I'm over it, I'm falling fer her again.

Kid

How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.




Aloysius N.
31.12.1988
Holy Innocent's Primary School
Maris Stella High School
Catholic Junior College
ng_aloysius@hotmail.com


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