Right now, I’m watching channel 37 and Destination Truth is at Chuuk exploring Truk Lagoon, which btw is making me want to go scuba diving even more. Anyways, they’re saying that soldiers who passed on during WWII are still fighting the war. Even more interesting is that the sunken trucks in the lagoon seem to make sounds as if they’re still running, which is pretty bizarre. AND TONIGHT at 9, Destination Truth is premiering an a new episode about Guam. So we shall see what they can find out about our island’s early ancestors - the taotaomona.
How can some of the shortest words have the most meaning?
Love. Hate. Hug. Kiss. Hurt. Pain. Sex. Lie.
I didn’t mean to LOVE you and then HATE myself for it. I didn’t mean to HUG you and have you KISS me back. I didn’t mean to HURT you and cause PAIN for myself. And the thing I regret the most - I didn’t mean to have SEX with you. But you know everything I just said is a LIE.
Because here’s the truth: I HATE you. It HURT to HUG you. And it caused me PAIN to KISS you, knowing that I had SEX with you all because I believed your LIE, when you told me the shortest words that have the most meaning - I LOVE YOU.
I need a haircut. New shoes, a jacket, and a hat. An iTouch would be nice too. Also a new camera. Oh and a new laptop, preferably a Mac notebook. Also a mini laptop. I need a new lip ring. A new bottle of cologne. I need a messenger bag for school. A new car. Always wanted a jeep, but to have the Edward Cullen car would be badass too. I need new contacts in different shades to match my moods. I need a shopping spree. A new set of clothes would be lovely. I need braces. I need a new pair of badass glasses. And new shades. Different kinds and brands and colors. I need markers. I need paint and brushes. I need frames. I need a work out. I need to even out my tan. I need all this and a bit more. But if it’s one less thing I really need is that I need you.
To be a good writer, you not only have to write a great deal but you have to care. You do not have to have a complicate moral philosophy. But a writer always tries to be a part of the solution, to understand a little about life and to pass this on.
Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life.
Am I really thinking of leaving this island? I’ve been told to never run away from my problems, but really I don’t think there are any problems. Or at least it feels that way. I’m just out of it, really out of it. I’m so damn distracted. So maybe, just maybe I am thinking of finally leaving the nest. Leaving this rock, I call home. Leaving the island, where America’s day begins. GUAM.
But where to? I guess I can look into SDSU again, so San Diego is an option. It’s always been an option since my sophomore year in high school. Hawaii? Possibly. They say you can take the boy out of the island, but you can’t take the island out of the boy. So move to another island? A bigger island? Sounds like good times. How about Portland? Beverly use to nag me about going to Oregon with her. I don’t mind the cold weather and rain, but I need my sand and waves. We’ll see.
Nonetheless, I’ve never been so pumped up of thinking to leaving this island. THINKING. Maybe one more year in UOG, then I’m in a jet plane leaving the nest. Maybe this is just for the time being. Maybe I’m just so out of it that I’m thinking so harshly. And maybe I guess, I’m in that phase where I’m getting bored with this piece of rock.
Don’t get me wrong. I love this island. I was born and raised here. But maybe, its soon that I say adios to the island of Guahan.
Last week was very good to me. Like who can seriously tell you that they traveled to the Philippines for ONE day and spent his Friday shopping. Heck I can! I freaken bought new clothes, got a facial, got my hair done, got a new phone, got to see old friends, and got to eat Jollibee (theeebesttt!). Though I did have a pretty good week, I can’t help but think the opposite about this one. Have you ever thought that? Like you have a good week then the following week didn’t go as great or you’re thinking it’s not going to be as great? Well yeah. Thats me right now.
So my friends and I have this “thing” where we get into each other’s facebooks to leave distrubing status updates, or to post pictures of ourselves, or even to post disturbing wall posts. And of course, no harm done. So anyways, last week I was going to lend my laptop to my friend, Louis. And luckily I remembered to sign out from facebook before doing so. He caught on and gave up. Then he got my cell phone. It didn’t cross my mind that he’ll “hack” my phone. I just thought he needed to txt or whatever. So if it’s not obvious, he “hacked” my phone.
And this was what he sent to about more than 20 of our friends:
I have this raging boner right now. What should I do?
And these were the replies back:
Ahbs: Ew Rye!
Nae: Um jack off?
Jayessica: Yuck, sicko! Well don’t txt me if you have it, thats for sure. Ewww!
Nowah: Suck a dick?
Lhea: Take your phone back from Louis. Lol.
Pawreen: Don’t give your phone to other people who are going to own you. Thats exactly what you should do.
Tim: You should jack it off when you get home. If you want, I can give you a badass wallpaper for your computer. Like last time! Haha!
The clock hit 12:20. I carelessly gathered my things and headed out the door. The windows on the way out gave a hint of the gloomy weather outside, but I was determined. Then my determination vanished when I saw the pouring rain outside the library. It would take me about 3 minutes to reach my 12:30 class, and I had 5 minutes left on the clock. I gave up. The rain didn’t seem on quitting. The clock hit 12:30. I was losing hope and formulated the idea of skipping…again. 12:32. I took the chance and vigorously walked to the school of education. Wet and irritated, I found the class to be half present. And after all my trouble, my lousy professor gave the class another article to read. God, how I despise that class.