tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43579997718739873532024-03-14T00:01:30.281-04:00Speed checking lifeGorillamonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133351818655132555noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357999771873987353.post-1496781395110872522012-10-03T08:14:00.001-04:002012-10-03T08:14:54.718-04:00And this too will pass... <div><p> In the moment when I have such a profound feeling of loss for a person who left life too early, i think about all they mean to me. I try to shift the feeling of grief of death and the deep emptiness to something else with the memories i have. The good, and bad moments. The ones that make me smile so much my cheeks hurt.</p>
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So, the question of the day is: What small and possibly unspoken thing are you most proud of? Are you proud of being where you are, even through there have been complications? Are you proud of who you are, in consideration of who you COULD have been? And even if you know you're not in a better position, you know it's more stable, are you proud of that?<br />
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No answers needed, but just think about it. It takes many small explosions to move a 2 ton car and many steps to walk a mile. We should all be grateful to the paths we've chosen to walk, everyday, and not just the destination we're heading toward.<br />
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I've found that a lot of my views have changed. Even with my overall health in decline my sense of mortality hasn't changed. I think it would be pretty cool to be called Awesome Posthumous.<br />
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Gorillamonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133351818655132555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357999771873987353.post-16005227430088635492012-09-01T12:10:00.001-04:002012-09-01T12:10:04.611-04:00New start to the same old guy<div><p>Holy crap, I didn't know it was that long since I last posted here. I don't expect to be followed or reviewed like I used to especially since I'm not in the same social circles anymore. </p>
<p>Things have changed. Most for the better, some for the future of me. </p>
<p>I'm on my way to ny for the weekend and cut my hair. Posting a pic to reacquaint the world with my visage. </p>
<br/><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qNRrShwgdsA/UEIzWwn38NI/AAAAAAAAHVE/NHuijRGHnM4/20120901_102808.png' /></div>Gorillamonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133351818655132555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357999771873987353.post-63106006528345347982008-12-03T15:06:00.001-05:002008-12-03T15:06:15.022-05:00FearsI sometimes feel like I'm weighted down by fears. Not all of them are my own, but because I have to be empathetic I have to understand and oblige them. I have to, even if I know that they are baseless. I have to, even if they are holding me back from projecting myself. <p>And now, these feels have left a stain on my life. They are the little whispers that tell me I can't when my body and mind say I can. I'm misdirecting my will towards cutting these fears down when I could be using it towards something more progressive. <p>Eh! <br>Sent via BlackBerry from T-MobileGorillamonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133351818655132555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357999771873987353.post-34523056745814400082008-11-17T02:40:00.002-05:002008-12-15T07:50:12.099-05:00Tune up<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">I don't like feeling this way. There's a dischord. Between my mind, my body and the harmony around it, its not synchronized. I feel jumbled, like a rubiks cube before you set it right. <br /><br />I can't sometimes figure how I why I am this way. It just seems to happen, and when it does, it blows. I try amazingly hard to keep everything together and I don't let outside vibes effect me negatively. But, it does happen. <br /><br />Now, to fix it</span>Gorillamonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133351818655132555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357999771873987353.post-37917772346051307242008-11-10T15:25:00.001-05:002008-11-10T15:25:18.795-05:00Calm downSometime, I find that the best way to ease my mind is to work. It gives me direction and something to focus on. A job no matter how small has steps that you have to take to do it correctly, and if you concentrate enough on them, you won't have enough time to think. <p>But, then I get time when I have to push everything and everyone away. I need space, I can't be around the same thing that was making me go crazy or was related to it. I need to go and walk aimlessly. Towards something, and away from that and them. There is so much pressure, I could choke!<p>But, I need them. Sometimes a refocus is necessary. See what you can do in the face of what you can't. You can't get to the top of the mountain without making the first step towards it. And every step you take brings you closer. That much more to what you thought you couldn't. <br>Sent via BlackBerry from T-MobileGorillamonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133351818655132555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357999771873987353.post-41357053807863916842008-11-04T16:57:00.001-05:002008-11-04T16:57:36.401-05:00Tiring out.I was asked by one of my close friends how I'm doing. After about two seconds od consideration, I told him that I think I'm suffering through a bit of depression. <p>Physically, I know it shows. My eyes are sunken and swollen. I know I have been hanging my head too, someone told me that and just thought I was sick. I walk a little slower. I mean things less, and say less. I feel like I'm unraveling. <p>I've built myself up to a standard and it can't be maintained. Its in how I dress. Its in how I act to different people. Its in my reactions. Its in everything. <p>Now, I think I'm losing my grip. I can't sleep, and I can't do much beside sleep<br>Sent via BlackBerry from T-MobileGorillamonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133351818655132555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357999771873987353.post-61491234340148190002008-10-30T17:34:00.001-04:002008-10-30T17:34:35.245-04:00All you gotta do is...All I have to do is survive the rest of my life. Once I can build into a good tedium, that's it. Waste it away at work a few hours with the family. Kiss kiss hugs and goodnight. <p>I will probably come to a point that I am sleep walking and still being productive. Yea. <p>Its so disgustingly easy! <br>Any fucking idiot could do it!<p>Sent via BlackBerry from T-MobileGorillamonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133351818655132555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357999771873987353.post-70045750087746229912008-10-27T17:58:00.001-04:002008-10-27T17:58:50.173-04:00Attraction - dismantledI've found that I'm not interested in a person in a totally shallow sense. I've been told that my taste in women vary to an alarming degree. Not that I would want the coke skinny crack whore with missing teeth, but sometimes while her mouth is closed I can see why a guy would want her. <p>I followed a woman with my eyes at a distance. Since walking onto the platform, I knew her gait. I knew she was in a hurry to meet someone. She kept checking her phone even though there is no reception. She's dressed decently, has a little style and seemed like she would be a playful person. -- all in one minute!!!<p>I don't know where my mind is going, I will keep track and tally the death toll. <br>Sent via BlackBerry from T-MobileGorillamonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133351818655132555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357999771873987353.post-21682345204950142352008-10-26T22:36:00.001-04:002008-10-26T22:36:15.037-04:00What the hell happened to the weekend?!I feel like I went to sleep friday night woke up in the middle of sunday. Blinked and I have to go to sleep before work. I want another day put into the weekend. Its seriously not long enough anymore. <p>And I'm running along with a headache again. <br>Eh!!<br>I'm don't with the week already. <br>Sent via BlackBerry from T-MobileGorillamonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133351818655132555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357999771873987353.post-53045755429678145162008-10-24T17:20:00.002-04:002008-10-24T17:21:53.778-04:00weekendFriday is over. Time to go home, hang it up and sleep for 48 hours. I don't know what I expect to do over the weekend, but I just hope I rest a little. I hope I can realign my sleep pattern. I can't do this stay awake til 3am mess anymore. Gorillamonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133351818655132555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357999771873987353.post-78025904861576718872008-10-24T10:17:00.000-04:002008-10-24T10:22:28.037-04:00Driving shoe<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdiKB1c0j5U/SQHaJLK7OEI/AAAAAAAAA_M/DRU5Mq2JHao/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwODYuanBn%3F%3D-748040"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdiKB1c0j5U/SQHaJLK7OEI/AAAAAAAAA_M/DRU5Mq2JHao/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwODYuanBn%3F%3D-748040" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260725690897741890" /></a></p>I saw this shoe just before I hurt myself and watched Max Payne last week <br>Sent via BlackBerry from T-MobileGorillamonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133351818655132555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357999771873987353.post-67105632493416189572008-10-24T01:00:00.001-04:002008-10-24T17:23:12.824-04:00jugglin lifeI feel like sometimes I'm a new juggler in a circus. I just learned how to<br />juggle one plate on a stick. I try to do two and I get the hang of it. I<br />stretch out and grab a third and the balancing act continues.<p>But, somehow I lose rhythm and they start to wobble. Sometimes its all the<br />plates sometimes its just one. I don't want to drop the plates, I have to<br />keep performing. I know as long as one plate is still spinning the show<br />continues. One can fall, but I can grab another to replace it.</p><p>Just as long as I have one.<br />Just as long as I have this one.</p><p>I can keep the show going if I just keep one of them.<br /></p>Gorillamonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133351818655132555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357999771873987353.post-2925700715145861692008-10-23T03:36:00.001-04:002008-10-23T03:36:42.504-04:00Two seven inch fistsI found something I wrote on my iPod back I'm February.<p>Two seven inch fists<p>After a long morning of work, your stomach starts to growl. Look up at <br>the clock and you notice that its noon. Time to take lunch!<p>For me, I wait another hour, til one before I go get something to eat. <br>For two simple reasons. First, the crowds waiting in the shops have <br>dwindled and secondly because it leaves for a shorter day when I get <br>back. The third, unspoken reason is that tahira normally takes her <br>lunch around then. I get to talk to her for a few minutes before I go <br>back to work.<p>Now, onto my lunch<p>I went to Boloco, a burrito place across the street from my building. <br>The people there have seen me so often for breakfast and often times <br>lunch that they know how I order my drink. A rasberry smoothie with no <br>banana.<p>I walk in and I am caught in the tail end of the lunch suits. So, I <br>end up waiting longer than normal. No big deal. Its not cold outside, <br>its smells good inside and by the time I thought of waiting I am <br>through the line.<p>So, I have chosen my methods of madness. An original with beef and <br>guacamole and a buffalo with chicken. And, the smoothie.<p>Only good things happened from then on. I found my favorite seat in <br>the lunch room, I was full from eating. I have gum to clear my breath <br>from all the onions I ate and the sun was out while I ate.<p>I suggest doing if again, one a day even.<p><br>Sent from a comfortable place on my iPod.Gorillamonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133351818655132555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357999771873987353.post-24985712014315750202008-10-23T02:33:00.001-04:002008-10-23T02:33:56.092-04:00test<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; ">Test.<br>Seeing if I can actually do it via email.<br></span> Gorillamonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133351818655132555noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4357999771873987353.post-55788921322480298122008-10-23T02:22:00.002-04:002008-10-23T02:24:29.989-04:00new to itI know blogging isnt something new, but I've never found a way of getting into it. Now, with the correct tech devices connected to my hip, I can instantly connect and show how my life really deviates. At least it will let me look back and point out how things really messed up.Gorillamonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15133351818655132555noreply@blogger.com0