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Teknique521
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Name: Chris "Whiskers"
Location: Milan, Italy
Gender: Male
Interests: Zeta Phi RHO!!!!!
Avid Paintballer and Bodyboarder!
(Lucky Number- 21)
(Fav Football team- NFC=Seattle Seahawks/ AFC= SD Chargers)
(Fav Soccer team- Inter Milan)
(Fav Character- Wolverine)
(Fav Hip Hop- RJD2, Ankore, J5)
(Fav Bands- Rage, Incubus, Alkaline Trio, Weezer, Jack Johnson)
(Fav Movies- 50 First Dates, Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless Mind, Any Given Sunday, Sin City, Pulp Fiction, Equilibrium)
Expertise: Im a ninja. WHOOAHIYA BITCHES!!!!
Occupation: Executive
Industry: Hospitality
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  teknique521
Member Since:
12/5/2003
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| Open stance, with a skimming gaze... a stone-walled glance
palms open, fist closed
with audacity for the capacity to leave and not change
shut opportunities yield vestibules of a wish
A trick of mindless seizing
ticky tock, trying to walk and talk
A bumblebee's flight compels thee
Silent charm, as a hidden grain within
sandy forests, a desert monsoon
It's there, as it is.... anywhere
Seeing the blindess of it all
Tell, but dont ask.
As a blue sky turns grey,black,white,orange,purple
Can it be? It can, as it may. Ever what shall
If you'll only just let it breathe
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I enjoy not making sense sometimes, as it coincides much with life. Change is, afterall, "the only constant" Learning to firmly grasp transitions, haha... impossibly possible, simply difficult. To stand firm while shooting across the sky. Chaotically composed. Dreaming of reality. Locking on to everything. Just let it ride | | |
| Wisdom rebels when the heart knows not truth
The life we live so based on on our youth
Dreams scheme as we fight for our hearts.
To want nothing more than to live in utter rest.
But no rest when the sky is to be attained.
And it is good, for more is the ceiling of life.
Wishing to not have to wish
Living to live for you and you and you
Loving to love one's self
Believing in capabilities of the heart, it is to be truth.
Heart, Mind, Soul, Luck, Chance, Work..... Release
All the same, reality settles for what it's worth- Being as such.
To not to be, is to BE
Futuristic thoughts disappear into air.... it is not what is.
YOU are what is, and from there it shall be.
More than you realize, a shining star anterior to the moon.
Wish for not, you are the SUN.
b.e.l.i.e.v.e.
PS- Yeah, Im kinda drunk... much love to my happy peoples
PPSSSSS- Smile, it helps the world shine brighter. See yourself as you will be, not wish to be.
PSPSPSSPSPSSPS- One may build much but many may build more. A horizon only ends as you see its limits. Fortune Cookie Entry finished. HAI!!!!!!!!
SP- =) more beer please, lets have a cold one
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Im tired from paintballing earlier today... but the good kind of tired. The "Had a blast because I held nothing back and feel exhausted because I gave my all but thats okay because it's worth it" kind of tired. You know, similar to the way you feel after a long refreshing jog or at the end of a fantastic trip.
So on the verge of another Monday, hours away from going back to my corporate number crunching job, I feel even more tired, the "not-so-good" tired. And the week just barely started.
Maybe this is a reminder, maybe I just need to put this into words: but what am I doing and why am I doing it? And why does it feel like the "not-so-good tired" always seem to out number the "because it's worth it" kind of tired? Maybe because I dont believe in my job right now, and that I was destined for greater things.
One step at a time, one life at a time. Start small, finish big.
Credit Cards- (Check); Loans- (In progress); Higher Education-(hurry up already); Travel the world- (when you deserve it); Career- (cant spell career without "care"); House- (once you get it together); Family- (when youre ready)
I dont think Im running out of time, but I do think I can do more to set myself up for the legendary life I so desire. I have the IRAs and 401ks, but I would happily cash those in to have more time to enjoy my youth. But who says I cant be a big goofball forever.
Yeah, I am tired but I have sooo much more work ahead of me. Get out of debt to build my credit score so I can buy a bomb ass house to raise my family in. Get into Radiology school to establish a career to buy that house so the family and I can experience foreign lands together. To pay back every ounce my mother has ever given to me, and return it two-fold.
But one day, when I see my mother holding her grandchild, scolding them for eating too much chocolate; that's when I know I'm there.
To build a life of love, but there's still so much left to do. Then Ill sigh a tired sigh, the "because it's worth it" kind of sigh. Laugh... and then smile.
PS- Yes, I did not smoke on April 20th of 2008
PPSPSPSP- I have changed the name of my puppy to "Crazyface"
SPSPSPSSPPPSPSSPS- They better lower the price of gas before the world gets into Mad Max status.... damn those roving bands of hoodlums led by Mel Gibson
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| My morning jog was perfect today. There were clear-blue skies instead of the projected torrent of thunderstorms. Only a few cars passed to taint my lungs as I gasped for air. Everyone greeted me as I jogged in the opposite direction. And that minty fresh sting of the breeze kept my mind halitosis-free.
It started off smooth but my eyes were rolling back after barely finishing the second mile and I wasnt even half-way done yet.... still had the up-and-down horse trails of Walnut to scale. Yay me.
I had forgotten that each arduous climb was balanced with the salvation of a descending slope and then met with an even crazier mountain of a hill. Eventually I was out of breath, crying out to the Heavens for a glass of Gatorade (waaater sucks, it really really sucks, jk waterboy). But I kept thinking to myself "Chris, you're going to have such a nice ass eventually, not to mention cholesterol-free arteries and a sunglass tan that looks like a reverse raccoon. One hill at a time, one step at a time."
On my way back, I guess you could say I gained my second wind. I appreciated the alternating struggle and relief of each hill. A full ascent one way and a full descent on the way back (or vice versa) would have pissed me off... but you learn to keep moving regardless of the terrain, no matter the conditions. If you stopped, it wouldn't be a jog, now would it?
I was thrilled to see home within distance and I drooled at the thought of icy-cold green gatorade. Luckily, I had left the side door open (I hate jogging with ish in my pockets). Unluckily, my mom locked the door just before going to church. Sweet.
So I waited in the grass not knowing what time it was with no key to go inside with no phone to call anyone & with no money to buy a frosty beverage. I just clunk down at a random angle on my front yard where I was looking up towards the house with all the trees and clear sky in the background. What a perfect view. And so I decided to be patient.
It was strange, maybe it was the blood rushing to my head or my legs sighing in relief, but I saw my house in a way Ive never seen before in a perspective as random as winning the lottery. I was like, "Oh shit, I see this house every day but not THIS house. This is like the time I sat in the back seat of my car while someone else was driving it... that was cool."
It was refreshing to learn something new from that which I thought Id known everything. And I realized that "I know nothing." I guess I had become so ingrained in my routine, head viewing the world from the same level, depending too much on my instincts that I had blinded my mind's eye from cultivating any further understanding of my general surroundings. Maybe Ive focused too much on other aspects of my life that I ignored "the roses"....have I forgotten how to grow?.....ooouch, brain is imploding, I need to drown it with gatorade already.
Well, that's okay.... Mom should be home soon. Im going to be sore as a mutha tomorrow, but Ill let Future Chris take care of that. Who cares, Im going to have a nice ass...............but what a perfect jog.
PS- On the Agenda- Glow in the Dark, Japan? East Coast?, More paintballing/bodyboarding. cut 10 lbs
PPSS- Much love to- Team C-Monsters, the Yellow Laker Knight section at Medieval Times, Team ERAC blowing away the Bankers at Paintball, Foo Fucking Fighters concerts, thinking card games and not speed card games, random calls/texts/emails, chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, Bros, brothers and brohams. Walking Carlton the poopy puppy. Learning the languages of love. And good convos about life.
SPSpSSPSSSPS- Where the party at? Girl they on their way where the Bacardi at? Wait, nm I gave it up for Lent, haha.
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| My self-oratory yielding glory to the overall story
google cant teach me how to Feel
The eyes despise reality as a fatality
Impeding the forced, affirming the real
Throwing off the mask of sculpted faces, revealing the true mask beneath.
A masquerade of the unconsciously conscious. Maybe it's about time to go home.
Box shaped dreams delivered straight to your door,
or home-made with lint and rubber bands... but I like the one i made myself a lot better.
Dreams gleam from bright puffy clouds... whether it be the kind that brings rain or shade.
As original as water flowing down a stream. It has been there before but it's my first time there.
So I don't care.
It's a blessing to go everywhere, I go where I dare.
PS- This is my "I worked 12 hours today, ate an apple, went to the gym for 2 hours and now I feel like I ODed on crazy pills but I dont care because I havent xanga'ed in a minute" entry. Sweeeet.
PPPPSSSSSSS- Scrubs has taught me much about life. If there were a class on Scrubs, I would arrive 1 hour before the professor gets there and do the reading months ahead of time. But DAMN I love that show.
SSPSSPPSPSPSSPSSPS- Bittersweet almost always starts off slightly bitter, and always ends up more sweet.
EDIT- I wrote a breakdown of every line in this entry (minus the PSs) So if you are uber confused like some people have told me, hit me up!
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