when i look at the photos that i have taken,
most of them give me the reaction "meh"
i want to become a better photographer,
and the only way that i will be able to achieve that is
if i commit more time to taking pictures and learn how to
use photoshop to my advantage...
one day...

ill make my own path

probably

Not a day goes by...

3.12.10 Day 45

the smell of gasoline in the air

not exactly sure which memory this smell brought up, but again it seems that it brings me to spring and summer evenings...

3.11.10 Day 44

the smell of wet grass and wet dirt

it brings me back to the many years that i played soccer as a kid. no matter how cold or how (reasonably) wet the field was, i was always brought to practice and games. i remember as a kid i loved playing soccer especially when i was one of the fastest kids on the team, but as i got older that changed really fast lol. first i was on the town team then i moved to a private soccer club. LISC. playing in the regional area and with other kids from my town. i remember at one point i hated it so much that i just stopped caring, i remember that i thought i was so bad that i just got depressed from playing soccer, and worst of all, i remember the shin splints...
i couldnt run for more than five minutes without my shins and heels killing like hell. i think the doctor said it was severs disease and was caused by my body growing (lol) and that it would go away eventually.

despite all the negatives soccer got me to meet and know other kids from my team atleast. people that i probably wouldnt have met on my own. even though i never really got to know them well, it was still good seeing people in the halls or in my classes that knew me.

3.10.11 Day 43

so i was walking down worcester hill today, and the smell of spring is finally coming
well its either that or summer. and the evening has a particular smell. it brought back a rather strong memory.

i remember all those summer evenings where my dad would be outside grilling chicken for dinner. me and andrew would usually be running around doing stupid things out side like lighting sticks on fire with the grill.

man come to think of it, my family used to be mad tight, realtive to what it is today. i mean im sure many families go through a fallout especially once the children start their own lives and seeing as 3 of us have left the house for school, well really 2 of us living outside of the house, one returned and is living back home.
regardless, we would always make it a poitn to eat dinner every night, sure us kids wouldnt really talk about anything but the poitn of eating dinner, i now understand.
i miss the feeling of that, sure here i eat with my friends, but we eat shit food, but friends are definitely on a different level than family.

i cant wait till i go back home...



ps. i feel like these posts could be so much more...

3.9.10 Day 42

so i ran out of clothes today...

every time i run out of clean clothes (this time socks and t shirts) i find my using things that i normally dont wear. its going to be dress shirts and sandals for the rest of the week until i can get home and do laundry!!

even last year i did the same things, strange thing is that everyone notices and can tell when ive run out of clean laundry... am i that obvious?

3.8.10 Day 41

wow, i didnt know how far behind i was...
this is the most behind that i have been in a while :-\
quitting smoking is a bitch, i find myself twitching alot and my memory isnt as good as it used to be, i find myself second guessing whether something really happened or not haha... its like being old :-\

3.7.10 Day 40

again another warm day....
these days are just getting warmer and warmer, but i wonder if its going to get cold again... i hope it doesnt...

3.6.10 Day 39

so my friend reads alot of magazines, you know those girly ones haha
and in alot of them there are those perfume ads.
some of them smell good, and some of them i can see myself wearing. but some of them just bring back rather random memories. like a girls perfume ad brought up the memory of the drivers we had in the philippines.
the filipinos take very good of their cars, so natrually they want it to smell nice, not to mention a smelly driver is basically a nono.
but just smelling that one ad made me remember of all the times i rode in their cars, going from point a to point b, kinda safe from the outside.

its strange, something so small as a car window can protect you and shield you from things, it prevents you from noticing the world around you, the poverty, the pollution. everything. especially when youre a kid

3.5.10 Day 38

the 5th was a good day. there were many memories that were brought up...
one distinct one was hearing fighter jets fly right over my head. back from where im from, theres an airforce base near my house, during the spring/ early summer we would hear alot of jets flying over, especially the ones practicing for the air show. and that air show ive only been to once or twice, ut in terms of being on the base itself, maybe three or four times, mostly for filipino school functions and once because my family and i went to the air show.

the day that we went for the air show was amazing, just seeing all of the military jets and planes. just standing next to one makes you feel dwarfed.

3.4.10 Day 37

so the 4th was a thursday, in terms of anything interesting happening, i spent that night at the library again lol... i mean in anyway that i cut it, im spending so much more time in the library this semseter than i ever had. and maybe its my work eithic, but regardless of that, i jsut have a lot of work and very little time. high school was never this intense... i mean sure there were tests here and there, a quiz every so often but in terms of amount of work, i feel like one week of work here is a quarter's work in high school. funny isnt that?

3.3.10 Day 36

hoooooooooly fuck its been a while since i posted...
i havent been this behind in everything since like
lol probably right now... schools a bitch, im whining but who cares lol
its been an interesting week, but as always, bahala na.

3.2.10 Day 35

i wish i could go back in time and listen to all the music i used to listen to.
i went over to youtube, and its music tuesday! lo and behold, one of the members of the gorillaz chose the music, along with it was the mv to their new video stylo. great video, song is eh compared to their older work, but regardless. i went searching for some of my old music, got to star guitar (which i thought was originally by shinichi osawa but turns out it was originally by the chemical brothers). that led me to the other songs by the chem bros. after that i hit up more gorillaz, my personal favorite being feel good inc.

right after taht, i hit a brick wall... i wish i could go back and see what i was like, what i listened to. maybe it was "stupid" music, but hey, to each his own right?

3.1.10 Day 34

historically, my birthday hasnt been anything special. sure there were a few good birthdays here and there. but when you boil it down, its just another day. i know when i was much younger i would love my birthdays, the friends, the family and the gifts. oh the gifts! but i age, people find it harder to shop for me. but why? maybe its just because i dont know what i want materially. i mean as far as i can tell, i have all the materials i need to get by. a car would be nice, but lets be realistic, im simply a college student with no money...
i guess the disconnect with me is celebrating life. as a human, ive survived another year, but isnt that a robotic way of looking at it?

2.28.10 Day 33

fate and free will, its something that ive given a lot of thought to in the past couple of years. How exactly I got to thinking about this im not really sure… I think its more of the question : are we in control of our own lives or is it completely out of our hands?

click the link to read on

2.27.10 Day 32

once again i find myself behind on posts lol
i spent last night in my room (26th) sitting and thinking about alot of things. friends are good to have, but sometimes they can only get you so far. at some point you need to let go of the training wheels and ride on your own. it might be uneasy the first few times that you have a go at it, but you will get better. so go ahead, take control of your life, its scary no?

2.26.10 Day 31

come to think of it, nothing i say is a huge revelation, i have no greater meaning to say
thats why i love this blog. hahaha

2.25.10 Day 30

damn, sleeping in the library is insane...
i should probably try to get back to my room more often and sleep on my bed rather than be sleeping in awkward positions on a chair...
i remember when i first got here, it was my goal to spend a night in our 24 hr library... now i kind of dread it...

2.24.10 Day 29

there are times when i just can't sleep because something is bothering me. and thats been happening alot
either that or the cigs, but im willing to put a good amount of money on the former... my head's been everywhere

2.23.10 Day 28

my dad used to smoke cigarettes. back when i was much younger and had no idea what was going on in the outside world. nothing outside my little bubble of my house mattered. when im with my family sometimes the topic of smoking comes up and the same old stories are grazed over. there are the times when my two older brothers once took my dad's pack of cigs and threw them outside in the snow. and like any regular smoker, my dad got them from outside, furiously. in a list ditch effort to save them, he put them in the microwave hoping on the off chance that the water would evaporate. sadly no, they were not saved and apparently caught fire...

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2.22.10 Day 27

they cover our sidewalks in soy sauce...
its disgusting. the first time i saw it last year i thought they just opened a barrel of that stuff and let it drip down the hill and cover the streets...

2.21.10 Day 26

ever had one of those dreams where things are just so surreal, and you wake up and things seem bland?

its like you see life through a lens that i can only describe as looking at a picture that was taken in HDR.
usually after dreams of this type, i wake up calm and depressed. they kinda suck, but the imagery in them is amazing. i guess when you compare the surreal world to the one that we currently live in, its not so bad. i mean surreal not even in the sense that its not beyond reality but just super realistic looking and feeling, the range of emotions that can come over me is facinating. if that makes sense...

2.20.10 Day 25

yeah life can be bad, but it could always be worse.

as cliche as it sounds, its true. be thankful for the life you live and the decisions that youve made. all my decisions have shaped who i am, and what kind of person i am going to be. i try to live without regrets, but as always mistakes are made. mistakes are not necessarily regrettable, theyre a learning experience. these past few months ive may have made a few mistakes, some regrettable, but they're things you need to learn to live with. its like a tattoo, it tells a story, it reminds you everyday.

its just a matter of putting it in perspective. yeah my life may be in pieces and im in the process of picking it up, but somewhere out there, someone has it worse. the world doesn't stop turning just for you.

2.19.20 Day 24

what a crazy day. so many memories yet i cant seem to recall any of them... i guess the best one that i can remember would be hearing techno for 3 hours straight.

back in elementary school, we had an assignment to bring in our favorite song. however me being me back then, i didnt have one. i thought that music was stupid and was too scared of being judged by my peers. in the end, yes i did bring in a song. it was something off the Titan A.E. sound track. and at that time i was choosing between two songs off the album. the song that i liked more i didnt choose simply because it had some strange message which i dont recall, but again, i was afraid of being judged. and this anti music phase continued through atleast eighth grade. slowly i was being introduced to music, songs that i actually liked, that wasn't pop. ( my brothers would make fun of me saying i liked 'where is the love' by the black eyed peas. even though i didnt like them, at all, they thought i was girly or something. [in the end i kinda love that song haha]). now the mode i was being introduced to this music was through a friend, i had recently discovered downloading music (before the RIAA started cracking down...) and i would help him get music and create CDs for him, dubbed MFM, M.F. mixes. anyways i slowly started getting to like music more and more whether it was mainstream or not didnt matter, but i tried my hardest to stay away from pop and what not for fear of being judged (again, i know im sad lol). back then it was the usual, some RHCP, movie soundtracks, bad religion and whatever stuff i was showed. by tenth grade i was starting to get into techno/trance. something drew me to it, probably the bass and the heavy beat, something i lack, i ahve no sense of time :-\. for a while all i would listen to would be techo and trance, the usual lack of a melody was easy to listen to and time would just melt away without me noticing, and it was good. eventually i stumbled upon websites like pandora and purevolume. and thus began in indie revolution. thats where my indie and strange unheard of bands. which inevitably led to rock and all other types of music. by senior year of highschool my taste in music was all over the spectrum, i could potentially listen to anything except classical, which jsut put me to sleep :-\.

but not sure how this leads to my over all idea here. i go through phases of music, and the fact that i have a wide base of musical taste, i can go from mood to mood and choose the music that goes along with it. side point: some of my friends are very deep into their types of music, and thus leading them to judge others on their taste. some of my friends hate pop, but hey, if it sounds good, and you enjoy it, then just enjoy it. sure its ok to look at the artistic talent of an artist, and maybe being mainstream isnt cool. but one shouldnt judge others because of their preference in musical taste. its interesting to see what types of people like what kinds of music, i think its impossible to tell what kind of person someone is based on their musical library.

2.18.10 Day 23

today was freakin warm. and im kinda pissed that such a nice day was wasted passed out in my bed. i pulled my first all nigher in over a year... and i wrote my first paper in over a year.

it hit me some time around 3, im an engineer because i cant write for shit. numbers and symbols make so much more sense than words. words just confuse the shit out of people. ask me to make a speech i could do it. ask me to write it down, there would be problems...

anyways getting back to the nice day that it was today: it was really warm, and by the time i got back up hill from history discussion it was strangely quiet up in the bowl. whats even weirder is that i could hear the highway, which is pretty damn rare up here. and the way that the sun hit my face with the wind blowing a scent of wet grass was just asking for nostalgia. i was at peace with myself for a bit, but once stick runs out, all bets are off.

2.17.10 Day 22

sleep is for the weak.

15 floor. WEB DuBois library. i have no idea why the fifteenth... the view is nothing special, nor is the floor. 15 isnt even my lucky number...
what the hell. life was simpler when the library was only 3 floors :-\

2.16.10 Day 21

i have a love hate relationship with the library.

it all started back in highschool when i would goto the library everyday after class just to hang out and do nothing. but hey, that was a step up from going home everyday right after school ended in freshman year right? in the library while attempting to do homework, it would always be me and a few other kids and we would just be those obnoxious little kids talking really loudly on the 2nd floor. of course you need to realize from what i hear, the kids that hang in the library now are either asian and lame or really crazy and have sex and what not in the bathroom (which lead the library to install cameras around the place lol)
anyways, as stupid as i was a high schooler, the library definitely contributed to who i am today. i'm not sure how to exactly explain it, but i feel that if i had not spend my years dicking around in that place, i would still be that super shy, unopinionated kid that i was (and still kinda am).

2.15.10 Day 20

so ive been going to the procrastination station and drinking coffee again...
its been a while since i last drank some. i was never really a coffee person. however that brings me to remember mixing a shot of espresso with a bottle of coke. it was amazing. its like a triple shot of caffeine. it always helped with those nasty all nighters that i put myself through in highschool. and lo and behold, i have 2 bottles of coke and a small coffee with me right now.
what sucks about all of this? i have to pee really badly right now :-\

2.14.10 Day 19

two years ago exactly i was on a plane enroute to the philippines... what i would do to be in that position again right now :(
another note would be 8 days before that, i was in a crazy car accident. 99% of the days since then i havent given it much thought, but since today is the 14th, and the best valentines day ever was probably spent on an airplane. the days leading up to that were... interesting to say the least.
nothing really happened, it was all just a blur... i mean the car accident sucked. sitting in the passenger seat and seeing the car crash into the tree in slow motion. everything gained a greenish tint. next thing i knew i smelt burnt plastic and my nose was bleeding from the air bag. i look out behind me and my best friend from elementary school was keeled over in pain. the kid driving got out and was pissed that he had crashed his car, seemingly not concerned with the well being of his friends. i pull my friend out of the car set him by the tree, cars pass by and stop asking if we need help. the driver was simply told them no its ok. but the next car that passed i asked them to call 911. and soon they police and ambulance were on their way. my friend was rushed to the hospital while me and the driver were taken in a separate ambulance. me and the driver were fine. my friend wasnt so lucky. emergency surgery and a week and a half of rest and he was fine.

thats the important parts of the story. but valentines day will always have that memory. even though the crash didnt happen on that day, it was close enough. and while there may be more fitting stories to remember about valentiens days. its too soon.

2.13.10 Day 18

its amazing how unwilling i am to get shit done. a three day weekend with a tough week up ahead, yet no work has been started at all lol... i was sitting a lunch, and i looked out side and some how the light jsut looked like it was going to start a downpour outside. but it never happend, mostly because its new england and its winter, and its probably in my head...

2.12.10 Day 17

ive been sleeping in way too much recently.

its the bad habits taking over once again. im still struggling to find a way to motivate myself to do work and to even go to class haha... i've actually been sleeping through my engineering classes. which is horrible. i need to do will. it jsut sucks when you are flying blind.
back in highschool atleast i was forced to goto school. sure i would skip classes but due to the fear of recieving an "n" in those classes, i would skip at MOST two classes. but these days im taking days off at a time. i guess im already tired of winter. i want it to be spring, i want a reason to just sit outside and do nothing, i want to be able to walk to class and not freeze my ass off.
i know a few weeks ago i was begging for winter, but this shit is too long. you'd think after living in massachusetts your whole life you would be used to it. but you never really do. the bitterly cold winter only makes you more bitter. the sad thruth haha. damn im being a downer. there are some things in this world that jsut cant be fixed, and the only real thing that can be fixed is yourself.
ie, i need to stop moping around and get working on improving myself. the world wont stop because im sad.

2.11.10 Day 16

the smell of freshly cut grass with a hint of gasoline.

the smell described above was an interesting one to get, especially in the middle of winter... it brings me back to those warm summer nights after i had often cut the grass. waiting out on the front steps leading to my house. waiting for my family to get ready and finally leave the house so we could all go out for ice cream. as a family. strangely, it brings me as far back as elementary school. this one time when we had just arrived back from the airport after spending two months in the philippines. one month with my mom and brothers, and one month with my dad and brothers. they would never be able to come overseas together, except maybe for a week. sometimes it would be just me and my three brothers for a whole week, without our parents (however under the watchful eye of our aunts and extended family of our mother's).
it brings me as close as this recent summer. man how i long for those days again. hours upon hours sitting around and doing nothing. it was good to have someone back then, and reflecting upon it only brings up sad feelings right now. i figure for what its worth, people are right, i am too hard on myself sometimes. and in no way is this meant to be a 'WOW look at me, i just made a huge realization' moment. i'm not special, i'm normal in my own head. for too long have i bothered to wonder what is normal. because at its most basic point, normal is nothing but ourselves.
but getting back to the memories. it seems almost every memory brought up seems to be connected to the evening or night time. and i always keep refering to myself as a nocturnal person. its a shame that these days i often spend my time holed up in my room. wasting my time away. its not the fact that i'm not doing anything, its more of the fact that im inside. last weekend, sunday night, me and a few friends drove into boston at 10 pm and didnt get back here till 4. that is what memories are made of. a series of night time encounters, usually a spur of the moment deal.

2.10.10 Day 15

so i was on my way to do jury duty in northampton yesterday. and for the busride i was just listening to death cab for cutie. interesting music, rather calm, slightly depressing. but how many times in the past have i turned to music like that? i mean there was the fray back in 2006ish. acceptance, the format, last days of april the year after that. and just other randomly depressing music the following year. nothing too depressing the year after that. which leads us to now. i wouldnt say super depressing. but still, kinda depressed. the hardest part always is dealing with it. and music is just another outlet. another way to get your mind off of it. the bus will always hold a special place in my heart. but so will all other modes of public tranist (lol)...

2.9.10 Day 14

a question about direction.

have you ever felt directionless? thats the way that i am feeling about this blog. not quite sure where im going with this exactly... but you know what? bahala na. for something without direction, im neither disappointed or pleased about this blog. its my outlet. and many times have i searched for an outlet but never found one: xanga, photography, this site. but you live and you learn. trying to keep up with these posts is rather difficult but im pretty impressed that i'm keeping to it, im not as fickle as i thought i was haha.

2.8.10 Day 13

finally caught up kinda...
ive been seeing less and less sunlight and that is pretty much a bad thing. although i like to think of myself as a nocturnal person. its still necessary to get some sun and feel like a regular person. in the earlier years, i would be pissed if it were cloudy, but these days i guess i just appreciate the sun a little bit more.

2.7.10 Day 12

still trying to catch up on my posts.

in terms of spontaneity going to boston on a random comment is possibly the best thing ever. if theres one thing that has changed since my younger years, its my willingness to just go with the flow. although i was never really the type to make a schedule and go with it, i would have a general structure and TRY to stick with it. these days the only structure in my life is attending classes, and even at that i am pretty bad with...

2.6.10 Day 11

soooo once again im running behind on my posts just like everything else in life haha
in high school i was always behind, i would take my time and finish things at my own pace. even today i think i'm still the same...

whenever pressed with a deadline and someone is rushing me, i still will work at my own pace, sometimes even slower just to spite them, although not on purpose it would be on a subconscious level...

2.5.10 Day 10

today was so fucking cold...
it basically reminded me of all the cold winters that ive spent in lexington. every year its the same thing. same loneliness. a big question is, is springtime always a time for a new beginning, i mean the Christians have easter, and spring is when all the bunnies have little bunnies and what not etc. etc...

come spring... come....

2.4.10 Day 9

something was bothering me last night...
have you ever had one of those things where you imagine a smell and a rush of memories flood into your head? and even if that smell is not anywhere around you, you can still smell it faintly?

lately ive been smelling spring and summer. the scent of freshly fallen rain, the scent of freshly cut grass. the sound of crickets and frogs in the cool humid nights under the vast night sky lit up by the moon. i long for the time when i can sit outside,on a grassy hill, and listen, to both nature and the gentle hum of the highway near my house. some of my greatest memories, although not very important, are of just lying in bed listening, smelling. or even this past summer, going to spy pond, smoking and watching the water ripple under the night sky. ive always been a nocturnal creature. and i dont think that is going to change anytime soon. i mean the day time is cool and all, but nighttime brings solitude and time to think. i really wish it were warmer out right now. despite the fact that thinking can and usually leads to over thinking, theres just been so much going on in my head. the things i wish i could say. the ideas that i could get set in motion. there is a flaw in my mind. it wont let me translate thoughts into actual words. even right now i am suffering from massive word vomit or something.

i mean getting back to it all. spring and summer bring freedom and comfort to everyone. i would give anything for a warm summer night/day right now. winter just brings sadness to all. i cant believe theres even a freaking disorder for this stuff... SAD, seasonally affected disorder. and honestly everyone gets it some worse than others. but i guess its just that winter brings true solitude into all of our lives. its because the nights are longer and people usually spend more time by themselves rather than enjoying the company of others. this is the truth for me, even though i see myself as a lone wolf. (LOL) even a wolf needs its company... and in times of need, its good to have people that care about you. the loneliest winter isnt so bad when surrounded by people...



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tl;dr : good start, fragments towards the end...

2.3.10 Day 8

so atleast im somewhat caught up.

today i had my first quiz. and it really reminded me of everything that happened in high school. i would always go into quizzes and tests unprepared. i would spend the night before cramming and always. i mean always getting screwed over on these exams and what not. i guess right now my head isnt completely in the game. partially because of whatever shit is going on in my head, and the fact that i went from 4 engineering classes last semester to only two this semester. there has got to be some way to get myself back and readjusted...

2.2.10 Day 7

totally falling behind on my posts :-\ this will make up for next post.

ive been hearing this quote quite often lately and i have never heard it anytime before call of duty 2 modern warefare 2. history is written by the winner.

truth in that statement. dont know why its holding some kind of meaning for me but it is haha.

2.1.10 Day 6

so i actually didnt get to do a post last night
so today i guess ill do two. i remember sitting in antrho, and we were watching a movie about the effect of war on culture, the human aspect of war. the opening line of the movie was what struck me the most. it was something about how in the news all we hear is the money and political effect of war, but what about the people? arent the people the base of politics and money?

another striking part of the movie was definitely when they were interviewing a woman and she said that not only are our children dying, but so are yours. and yeah we hear of soldiers deaths everyday, but thats just a more touching way of putting it i think. a few weeks ago i remember when i was just cruising around the internet i stumbled upon a video of soldiers returning home and vising the schools of their children for a surprise visit, so clearly the children didnt know it, and both the kid and the soldier were just tearing up crying with excitement and happiness. and the videos brought me to the point of tears. now thats strange, its something thats never really happened to me. not many things bring me to the point of tears, usually its things like extreme sadness but not many things that i see. i guess its just a very touching thing.

1.31.10 Day 5

so in my younger years i used to get these crazy headaches every monday, conveniently around the time of ccd so i would often miss class or goto the office and just sleep there. now more often than not, these headaches would be caused by not getting enough sleep. ironically these days i dont get nearly enough sleep but seem to function fine. however for the past five days ive had this crazy headache that is just a tension headache... but for the past five days and nothing seems to make it any better. i wish i was back in those days when i could just take a tylenol and the headache would go away, this is just plain annoying. it hurts even to just lie down :( luckily i think its going away. hope for the best

1.30.10 Day 4

i've been revisiting the music i used to listen to, and it got me thinking about everything in the past. i used to have a saying that if you live in the past or the future you dont really live your life; you live memories. and everything just passes by you. my good friend tim used to do that but hes gotten better at living in the present.

but bringing that to me, i feel that im more or less doing that right now. part of me doesnt want to give up the past and i seem to be having a problem living in the present right now. maybe its just because getting out of a relationship is hard. its never easy, for no one.

but tim, tim is/was an interesting character back then. he always seemed to be obsessed over certain things and always glorifying whatever it was that he was obsessed about. the story goes like this: he once knew this person in hes younger years, but she moved away. day in and day out he would look for a person similar to this other person that had abruptly left his life. but no once could ever measure up. one day he got word this person re-appeared. and he spent the next two weeks searching for this person. eventually they met and caught up etc. but soon enough she was gone again. but he got peace of mind / closure. but this is a very rare case.
words can not describe how hard it is to function always wanting something in the past. when you do this whatever it is, is put on a pedestal, and you are never really able to live your full life. the only way to get around this is to: 1. get closure, 2. get over it.
both are hard to achieve, some days are easy some are hard. but one thing is for sure, carpe diem.

sorry that this, the other posts and future posts are hard to follow, but things always sound better in my head when i first think of them.

1.29.10 Day 3

today was cold as fuck. luckily i still was able to make it over to northampton to check out some stuff, got a sick deal on these photo sleeves that hold like 12-14 photos in clear plastic so you can hang it up and what not for 1 dollar each from urban outfitters!

anyways, in order to get to northampton, i had to take a bus. now me and modes of transportation is an interesting topic. i like going on adventures. i bike i drive i take busses i love airplanes. you get the point. now this all reminds me of the every single time that ive ridden one of the square busses (busses that go off campus from umass) i would usually take those to go to and from mt holyoke. and these rides were 40 minutes a piece on average. like i said before i love going on adventures. and the hundereds of rides that i took on these busses, i would always be excited always staring out the window even though it was either pitch black outside or ive seen the scenery 100s of times.

every ride was an adventure even though i knew what i was getting myself into. of course every single trip there was worth it. i think thats one thing that i will miss, riding the bus there. the whole area is a beautiful place, maybe a little scary, but amazing to watch from the comfort of a bus. transportation is like a down time, get to relax, reflect, do work, whatever! heres to the pvta

1.28.10 Day 2

so today it was snowing outside, and from what i heard it got pretty bad. now personally i like watching snow fall but i hate walking in it, like hate it alot. it reminds me of all the times back in high school when it would snow and i would hang around after school in the center or the library. and sometimes i wouldnt have any money to take the bus, it was too late to take the bus (the last bus was at 6pm) or i just didn't want to wait. and i would have to walk home. now the side walks back in lexington kinda sucked and werent always plowed too well causing me to have to walk in the street. and and as we all know the water goes to the side of the street creating a nice grey watery slush that i would have to trek through, and whats worse is cars passing by. always walking with the fear that im just going to get splashed by a passing car.

none of that was fun, and neither was walking in regular running shoes. the water would seep in and cause my socks to get all nasty and wet, the bottom of my jeans would get drenched. walking home was never a good experience. especially when i only had one pair of shoes and if they were still wet the next day, too bad i had to deal with it. but there is a point to this story: always take the bus.

1.27.10 Day 01

for some reason today was a rather dull day. nothing sparked my memory, was just moving from place to place not really thinking :-\ my bad. hopefully tomorrow will be better, given that i actually wake up for my classes

new direction

starting today, i will be doing a daily (hopefully) entry about something that happened today that triggered a memory and what exactly that memory was.

in essence its going to turn memoir like. the idea of a memoir seems to be a very natural way of writing for me. ever since creative writing in high school lol.