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| ...Just about everything. Who would have thought that I, Aaron J. Brillantes aka Aj (just to for self clarification) would end up back on xanga.com three years, one month, and seven days later. Surely, things must have changed since, but I find myself writing about the same exact things, instances, happenings, occurrences, events, and epiphanies but just with different words. I'm not quite sure who will end up reading this but neither did Graceiefacie11 when she wrote her blog. It has only been two years since several of my current subscribers and subscriptions have last updated. And those two years to me translates as a lifetime. So, what's so different? Your email addresses, you cell phones, the clothes in your closet, the hair on our head, your friends, your personality. I could probably name it and you could give me your alternative. Is there any longevity to anything we do and own? We change ourselves and our surroundings too often only to forget who we really are. After reading Grace's most recent post along with the other two that followed on that particular page, I clicked on ~~AGB~~. I continued to read these outdated blogs, and after doing so, it hit me. We post these thoughts and pictures not for ourselves but for others to see, namely you, my gentle reader. Looking back, I see how far we've co So ask yourself again, "what's so different?" Share with me all the things we have gone through in the past two or three or nine years. Was I there? It'll all sound so familiar and it would appear that all that has changed are the words and pictures used to describe these moments.
aj_jay_brillantes@hotmail.com (2000- ) But please reach me at aaron.j.brillantes@gmail.com =)
thanks to: grace for actually updating and donald for just mentioning the word xanga at the beach
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| with a nod of the head, the beat goes on. the discourse on the keyboard and the time keeper we shall call the drummer, for now, clangs dishes, her dishes, and washes off with a clean break beat. its a reminiscene quartet, a sort of beatblender, knowtoyorous for its notorious style.
takin a much needed rest this afternoon. 3am nights. replenishing conversations, my1of a kind. 7am mornings.
my sister, ate #three, also known as ate freeds, and my brotherinlaw woke me up. metal gear sound effects. still sleeping from being awake. sister#two typing in .tribe. nice target shirt sister#three. i forgot what it said. N! 3 n's. whoo! mother and father are fanatics of that show. deep house playing in the background. ate jo and sabrina complete the gathering for tonight. 31dollars at krua thai. fear factor reminds me of being at page school and st jane, except without the prize money. who needed money back then.
its been a while, xanga acquintance. shurely i have good news to share. but firstly, lets not bring you back up to date with several un/note worthy moments.just some memories youu dont know y you have and others simply memories youre weirded out for having.
Christy's birthday. christy debbie and i spent the evening at starbucks reminiscing and talking about the important things in life like carrot cake and odwalla . i chased them around half the night . sushi mac, christy dosent like sushi, or so i heard; it was also mother's day weekend. manda couldnt make it. neither could chirstine. my car was cleaner than debbie's that day. hers smelled =) -- Snowboarding seaon. thirty minute drives to mt high with bros. 7hour trip to mammoth. encounter with roadside chaparral. the best beef jerkey ever. snowball war. -- art/graphic/computer/crafts class + procrastination/laziness = last mintues As to get the b. art history = cplus for extra consistency. -- black toe, belt tests, amanda and skeeter making fun. it seems that me taking karate is humorous for amanda and skeeter. i should probably be using billy blanks dvds instead -- ears pierced with amanda. i remember wanting to cry. i know amanda did. -- zango, pilates, water, cereal. carl's, kfc, mcdonalds. -- no, stop, thats noot... dont swallow!/ what is this?! goto crying on floor, covering face. you just had to be there -- legends, old school prices, new school taste -- your stomach aches -- mark drowning -- mark drowning the saddest funny moment in marks life but not as bad as julio's disappointing manhood -- the drive to jaime's with krin, woh -- the roots at usc -- 4 shooting stars, constellations -- quicksilver sandals -- the infamous hills of thousand oaks' captain st. neighboorhood -- kid's menu.
im an uncle again. a sense of nostalgia took over my mom. she started to tell us about her different experiences giving birth to my sisters and i. we opened a bottle of champagne and celebrated the good fortune at hand. 7 weeks in. the eldest offered some advice for the soon to be. the creature that sparked life into this family 6 years ago reignites a second time in my beautiful sister.
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| silly braces, shu-gars are for kids.
have i told you lately, that i love you? You, you hatful of seuss! with your horton hears a who. and.. and your sneetches. why, what about bartholomew and the obleck! what if i ran the zoo? what if i ran the zoo! sleep now.. with you dream full dreamer sleep book. as werid as it may be, a sugar high, as you can see.. look! in the sky! no, no.. giddy and excited, there's an end to this fun. i finished my fried ice creme bannana.. i slept another hour and arose fat and overcooked.. well done! wanting that oh so sweet peanut m&m cavity fiend bblah bla .. huh.. shew shoe | | |
| hello miss daisy. i've been up since four preparing yous some breakfast. i hope it taste mighty good. well, i couldn't sleep and i thought i'd do you something nice, really nice. you see, i had a dilemma last night, and i decided to think things through. rather it haunt me when im awake than when im asleep. those dreams, you cant do anything when youre struggling, its like falling top and drowning at the same time.might it be a 3 foot stool or a bowl of water, here you cant escape the torture.
the first time it happened i thought i was being possessed. with my eyes half open, i could see the curtain whip back and forth. the wind was tapping harder and harder as if something was trying to get my atention. i couldn't move. i couldnt speak. i couldnt yell. i lied there motionless looking around. my heart was racing. i was out of breath. then, it started, just below my neck. it slowly creeped up behind my ears and shook my brain until my vision became that of a drunkard.my eyes rolled back. i couldnt fight it0. it felt like held my limbs were tied down. was there someone in the room? sweat and tears made my pillow cold. the wind made me feel like mhead was in a bucket of ice.
i prayed.. and i prayed.. and then prayed somemore. i woke up the next morning, eyes crusted and body stiff.
it happened 3 or 4 times since then. i learned to control it. its not as scary anymore. its happened to a few of us, yes it has.
i hear its just your glands shutting working in overload trying to tell your nervous system to shut down. i think its just fatigue taking over your body. wells now, imma getting kind of tired miss daisy. how about i retire till mid noon. wake me then yes. thank you kindly. | | |
| 6ten pm, sabrina, or brina as i like to call her fell asleep in the back seat of my car today. i sat by her and watched the drool slowly spill over and dribble down the seatbelt. her head bobbed left to right with every lane change and turn. my sister, suzette/suette/ate, drove with the window open. my window was halfway up. i didnt want people in other cars to see me messly munch away at my fatburger and onion rings. i caught a few people staring in disgust and others with envy in their fixed eyes. i swear my sandwhcih was as big as sabrina's face.. half way through my stomach statrted to deny the passage of anymore oil. i regurgitated some half chewed pickles and tomatoes.. it felt good going back down.
i developed a profound liking for dogs. i hear they taste good but i also hear theyre even better as pets. having a dog around makes babysitting sabrina alot easier. even though you gotta watch her every move to make sure she dosent choke or step on it by accident, its worth the sacrifice. roxy, its a yorky. smart dog.. terriers, as they say are they smartest dogs. its more obediant than sabrina haha.
we used to have a dog. it to hit by a car when i was a little kid. from then on, we stuck to getting pets like fish n other indoor animals. i think the accident left my dad traumatized. i wished for a dog as kid.. i still do. but its ok. ill just take care of sabrina for now haha.
it felt like we just kicked back today and hung out. i knida forgot how it was to spend time with my siblings even if i was jus sitting in a car, walking around or jus grabbin a bite. it was fun... i was that 5 year old once taggin along with my familia when they were our age. its funny how history sometiems reapeats itself. | | |
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