How can I just zone out. And unaware of the occurences around me. Thoughtfulness is meaningless. It means nothing to people. The good, the bad and the ugly. The good thing does not exist. If it did, then it would be worth something. The emptiness just looms.
April 27, 2006 at 3:31 am ·
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Alone in this world. A soul of emptiness. No one understands; no one is there. A total disconnect from body and soul. To the world in the temporary state that I live. To hurt oneself it a selfish thing. But we all do it. Mentally and some times physically. No one really knows. Looks are deceiving. It’s all a facade. Nothing to be miss. People to be forgotten. In the end you will be forgotten. Life goes on. But not necessarily yours. A hurt may go and the pain might subside. The emptiness still exist. And just won’t go away. There is too much pressure to live. Must I dwell on this sadness. This sadness that eats me up. The joy of living is just not there. What exist for me is this blackhole of emptiness as everything moves on around me. No one knows. Or peers through the soul of the sadness of this creature. Sadness and emptiness is all I see.
April 26, 2006 at 2:16 am ·
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I think I have a hate relationship with the Whomping Willow of Prospect Park. It’s not even a love/hate relationship at all. Today, I lugged my kite out of it’s dusty corner for it’s maiden Spring flight. It was going along well until it got stuck on a tree. Yes, a tree. This kite flying hobby is becoming very expensive. So I thought I would let my kite down then cut the string. Unfortunately, it fell into another tree. I’m cursing up a storm at this very moment. And I don’t think I can call 311 again. Since they thought I was silly the last time I tried to call to have the parks department to remove my poor kite from the tree. This guy came over to try to help, while this other suggested throwing my spool to unlatch my kite from the other string it was stuck on. As you can see, it became a little communal project to get this kite out the tree. In the end, this guy climbed up the tree and whacked the branch and the kite fell on the floor. Woo hoo! The whomping willow will not strike again today.
April 16, 2006 at 7:12 pm ·
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I was in line at Duane Reade when I overheard a conversation between two men about women jeans. Strange. They were speaking about this marketing executive who admitted she preferred True Religion(TR) jeans over the $60 dollar jeans she was marketing. Aside from the fact TR probably have a $300 dollars and probably has about a 300% mark up. The TR jeans are mostly made of a high grade of denim but that’s about it. But I still couldn’t help chuckling. Cause as much these men can not understand the outrageous cost of this pair of denim, I don’t think they’re exactly complaining how the TR jeans fit on that girl. In the end, the thing that drives up the cost is the cut and quantity of production. But isn’t that common sense.
April 11, 2006 at 3:36 am ·
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After I departed the Jack Spade sale I noticed that every guy on the train from his late 20s to 30s had a Jack Spade messenger bag on his back. Was that just a concidence. Who knows. Or perhaps it’s the trend of the Young Professionals (YPs) of Park Slope. The universal uniform. Like the hipster boy with their tighty tees. No I know mean tighty whiteys. That would just bit of a scary though. It’s just interesting to see the different way people dress in Brooklyn and where they all begin to congregate.
April 5, 2006 at 5:38 pm ·
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Folks, it’s just a sale. I was suppose to check out the Kate/Jack Spade sample sale on Monday with my friend PL, but she got slammed by work and we rescheduled for Tuesday. Of course, she had to cancel on me again for work. So what is a girl to do. I guess I can go by myself. But before I did, I tagged my cous to see if he wanted anything. In the end, I had shopping list for Jack Spade bags from my cousins and PL. I landed at the Met Pavilion and made a bee line towards the Jack Spade table. I felt like a guy sent to the supermarket to get some milk and eggs. But instead I had a list of items to get for my male relatives. Can we say this definitely was out of an episode of the Twilight Zone. I made the rounds couldn’t find anything and made the sales guy go through every box. Poor guy. I even interrupted him while he was macking on a customer. Oh wells. They had a few items that were on my list but they were all in the wrong color. Everything was in loud and bright colors. That was good news in a way. Meant that I didn’t have to fight some gay guy for a bag. By the way he would have gone down. There would have been some smack down at some point and someone would have been crying while they runs back to Chelsea. I’m not saying who but I think you get the idea. But they’re not as scary as an little old lady at shoe sample sale. One old lady actually shoved me over a few years ago. They’re not as innocent as they look. And you don’t want to get in their way when it comes down to shoes.
April 4, 2006 at 8:56 pm ·
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