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You know how they say nice guys finish last? Story of my life, ladies and gents. |
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LiveJournal for Makio.
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| Thursday, August 7th, 2008 |
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You know how they say nice guys finish last? Story of my life, ladies and gents. |
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| Saturday, May 10th, 2008 |
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I'm totally over it. It's a good feeling. While yes, in some deep dark recess of my mind and heart, I wish things had worked out with me and the Princess, it's not a problem anymore. She's beautiful; I can't deny that. The person I knew was a great person. The person now is not the person I knew. There's no point wishing for the past, or hoping for change. We have gone our separate ways, and nothing can change that. I do always wonder what happened. She wigged out, basically. No fault of mine at all. We didn't have an argument, I didn't do anything creepy (send her naked pictures, etc.), nothing. Just one day she decides to not talk to me. She decides she's still pining for her ex. Her ex, the smart lad that he is (the Prodigal Son did dump her, after all) has moved on.. so she's heartbroken. She, instead of rebounding on me or something (which I would have enjoyed at the time, but now am glad didn't happen), starts whoring herself out. It's one of those typical low self-esteem issue things. She feels horrible now (I'm assuming), and is looking for redemption. Maybe she's looking to hurt me, or him. I don't know. But she's wigged out bigtime. What truly hurts though is that Joanna has wigged out too, and it's led to Princess' family, including her little sister Demi, whom I absolutely loved, to not speak to us. It's kinda sad, really. I don't think she said anything about me, or us (like lying about something we've done). I think the family, perhaps despite not wanting to, has her back enough to cut ties. Oh well. What gets me though, and is starting to piss me off, are the cryptic messages she's leaving in bulletins and such. Check my previous entry. She was like this before with people/things she didn't like too. I honestly wish that she would just come out and say "Fuck off, Pilgrim." It would be so much easier. Instead, I've just come to ignore her, if, as I suspect, these insults are truly aimed at me/Shannon. As for Shannon, we've patched things up. Things are going well now. We've done a better job sorting out our boundaries in our separation. |
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When is the angriest you've ever been?: when i realized some people are just plain stupid. times have changed. plans have changed. get on with your life. ---------------------------------------- And also: Subject: it's funny... Body: how you assume. i guess you could go ahead and waste your time. sure. why not... you're probably not going to have a whole lot of fun. how awkward... for you. on someone else's turf. these people don't even like you. i gotta tell you... this space invasion crap ain't working. keep pushing their buttons. oh, they will turn on you. they don't care. they don't owe you anything. they're selfish people. they'll do whatever benefits them. they lie. they break promises. they don't even believe in promises. they'll say anything to shut you up. did you think it was gonna be rainbows and butterflies forever? don't be stupid. you're not worth amoeba shit. they don't want you around. but don't worry, honey. there's always room for you on the streets. i hear it's a welcoming place for the likes of you. |
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| Friday, April 25th, 2008 |
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So what's the first thing you always do? Run past me for someone else, and turn your back on me. Always discluding me from the conversation and the group. It's even ingrained in your body language. Turn your back on James. Even when we were together. Always second best. Third best. Fourth, whatever suited you at the time. Never taking the time out to really show me how special I was to you. Or perhaps you were; and that's why I was always last. We even fought about it. You had your big crying fits and said you didn't mean it. Said you'd change. Show me that I'm special, the way I always showed you. Perhaps you meant it at the time. Did it ever change? No. Even last night. I ask for some time together, some attention. You're too much of a fucking self-centered ditz and bitch to do it. You go on sending your lesbo love letters, ignoring me until it suits you. I sulk off, turn out the light, and lay in bed for hours. You finish up without even checking on me and go to sleep. I swear that's all you need in life. Your fucking laptop, and your masturbator. I ask for some affection every once in a while. It's hard on me, doing this, living like this. I ask for somethign back. Nope, never. Not Shannon ever giving something to James. Especially for free. You've got your little buzz toy, so forget doing something for James. Much less for both of you. You may not realize this; but I'm alone. I'm alone in this world. I turned down friends and going out so many times to go home and be with you. Because you were the most important thing in the world to me. I invested so much more into this relationship, just coming home and trying to make you feel special, because I loved you more than anything else, that I lost everything else. The only thing I ever invested time in besides you was work. I succeeded at work. You threw me away. I don't have anything else besides you. I'm asking for some time to ease the pain. To give me time to make connections elsewhere. To give me something else. I guess it's too much to ask for. I'm still always second best to your other friends, to your other plans. To even other things that come up. I make concrete plans in advance to do something with you, you throw them away for others. You're really so very self-centered. You say "Oh, I asked you if it was okay!" No, not really. You always ask me right in front of the people whom you want to ditch me for. It's not my nature to be an asshole like that. I'm not like youl I don't enjoy calling other people out right in front of friends, mine or theirs. I'm not a queen bitch like that. Now you've ditched again. Go, have your fucking fun with the people more important than the one who gave you everything. Go drink, smoke your pot, and be a dumbass. Laugh it up, because you have everything. Because you never sacrificed everything for anybody else. You always say how indebted to me you are. How you'd be broken if I just ditched you- much the way you ditch me. Well, show some gratitude for once, or it may just well happen. You took everything I let you have, and left me a pittiance. All I ever asked for was you. For your 100% devotion and love. No, I didn't want to spend time with you all the time. But when you were crushed, and had no friends, and were left down, I stopped everything for you. Now here I am in the same position, and you're out the door. All I wanted was your devotion and love. I got neither. I got pushed aside. Not that you'll ever read this, especially since I asked you to check my LJ. I guess that was an automatic never do it again signal for you. |
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| Thursday, April 17th, 2008 |
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I'm not sure what the point of this entry is. I'm just trying to convey my pain. Maybe I'll tell my story. Maybe I won't. Let me first collect things. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zug5E-yZXrc  Also, note. This is not of me. I'm not quite that ugly. This is Tasha, and.. some guy. This picture makes me sad. The video is one she posted to Joanna, proclaiming her newfound guys. I suppose I should take the time to tell my entire sad tale. I've left bits and pieces over time here.. but perhaps I should let you all know. What's hard though, is I don't know where to start. I'm not sure exactly where I've left off. High school? After that? Let me review. Let's see.. 2005 was my last update. Go back and read it to familiarize yourself. On August 13th, 2006, Shannon and I got married. Much of it was for the benefits. We had already moved out on our own, were working and going to school full time, and were planning to get married in the future. By moving it up a few years, we got money.. Glorious free money. So why not? It's a mutual decision we both made, knowing very well that it may not last. As we saw it "We're having our fun. If it doesn't work out, oh well. It helped us out." To this day I still agree. Coupled with my counseling, and a few important classes at University (PY100, Personal Adjustment.. how we thank you), we made it through rocky points. We were happily married for a year. Before Shannon was involved with me.. she was bisexual, or a lesbian. We're not exactly sure. I was her first guy, but not her first male crush. Draw your own conclusions. She had been with women prior to me. Her lesbianism started acting up again late last year, and through many talks and such, we ended up agreeing to an open marriage. It came in steps, of course. First it was "Only if you bring the girl home, and we share," but it eventually moved on. The running joke became "As long as you ask, and send me phone pictures right before it happens." Nothing actually happened, but it gave us both freedom to pursue. We always knew we weren't the "right" couple. Our love for eachother was mostly like a very deep friendship. Now, as a Psychology major, I understand the different types of love. But we really came to the realization that our type of friendship love wasn't the best suited for a long-term marriage and relationship. We functioned much better together as a really loving set of friends.. who had sex and kissed and stuff. But the passion, the romance, the eros, it wasn't there. Christmas break 2007-2008, one of Shannon's friends came home from California for the holidays. Joanna. She was a year younger than us, and went to a different high school. But Shannon knew her through her friend (now cousin by marriage, and my cousin as well. This is the same Dylan who was one of my best friends, and in my band)Dylan's sister. They had been talking on Myspace prior to her arrival, and agreed to meet up and kick back when Joanna arrived. A few important points: Shannon had always kinda liked Joanna. Joanna is also a lesbian. Joanna also has a girlfriend. They went out to a movie. Not a date, just a hang out thing, and I met them for late-night foodstuffs. It was fun, and Shannon invited her to our band practice later that week. Joanna brought her best friend Tasha to practice. This is where my story begins. We all hit it off really well. If you have Myspace, look at mine (contentpurged), and look at the album "Scenes From a Memory". We all became like instant best friends, or so it seemed. We spent a LOT of time together, just having fun. The kind of innocent, carefree fun that one has as a child. We all loved eachother. At the same time, my feelings were brewing. I really liked Tasha.. And Shannon really liked Joanna. And it seemed Joanna liked her back. A few minorish things happened between them (kissing, etc.), which was perfectly fine with me. Shannon and I talked.. about everything. Our relationship, it's weird status, our feelings for these new people. We agreed to break it off, and declare ourselves separated. Not officially until next year at least, for taxes, but as a couple, we were no longer together. It wasn't hard. IT actually felt right. We were never truly right for eachother, and our loved for eachother let us see that. I have no regrets (I never do), and no remorse. I still love her as my best friend in the world. I officially asked Tasha out, and we went on a date. Not the best of dates.. I was much more nervous in that setting than hanging out as friends, but enjoyable nonetheless. We talked a lot in my car.. And she told me she wasn't ready to pursue another relationship. She had just been broken up with by her boyfriend in December (which I swear she told me was October, I found out the real date later on), despite liking me, and having a slight crush on me for a while (she caught glimpse of me with Dylan's sister a few times). This was saddening, but not crushing. We kept talking, we were all great friends still, and I still had a chance.. so I thought. The month ends, and they both go back to Cali. Shannon and I both continue talking long-distance with them. I bought Tasha flowers and chocolates for Valentine's, and sent over a box from Hot Topic of stuff. When our car got broken into, and my iPod and PSP stolen, she bought me a new PSP. We texted several times a day, and it really felt like there was something. We even traded "I love yous." Not deep, passionate ones.. but they seemed more than just friendship ones. I should mention at this point that I was totally falling in love with her. I even told her so. Perhaps I came on a bit too strong, and that was a turn-off, but she didn't respond badly after that. She just let me know that she was still weighing her emotions, but loved talking to me. It may seem odd to tell someone that, especially when you're not in a relationship. But I wanted her to know how I felt. This wasn't just me wanting her as a girlfriend, or to just have some fun times. I wanted her. I'm not talking marry her and have kids.. but it wasn't short-term I was looking at. The way we got along and the way I felt with her.. I wanted to try and go as far as we could. Before spring break, it went downhill. She was going to visit LA, where she had met her boyfriend the previous year (he no longer lived there, so I was safe.. I thought). But it seems she got in contact with him there.. or something. She completely shut down on me. The texts she sent were cold and distant.. if she replied at all. Myspace messages too. She stopped calling. What hurt the absolute most was that she took down her photo albums of all our times together (very similar to my Scenes From a Memory album), the album with the pictures of what I had sent her (basically her "Back from Break" album), and another album I really liked, where I had commented that I found various pictures of her very attractive. She changed her picture to an old picture of her and her ex, and seemed crushed about something. I figured that she had contacted him, and he had moved on. She wrote various blogs about the time, how it was "the best and worst thing ever to happen to her, and the best outweighs the worst." And how she can't help what she's feeling. I must also add in that her family seems to love me, both as a friend, as a prospect. In fact, it seems her family might have been putting a little pressure on her to start dating me. I told her not to let it bother her, and to make her own decision. I'm not sure how much this did or didn't affect her. After a few weeks.. it seems she's gone completely strange. Look atthe things I've posted.. IT really hurts though, since she never truly gave me a straight answer. I'm still here, technically waiting for her to figure out "whether or not she has feelings for me," .. and she just goes psycho. What hurts the most out of all of this is the betrayal, not her not choosing me. I was depressed when she still wanted her ex, but got over it. But this.. this is sickening. She said she wasn't ready for a relationship.. but here she is apparently with two guys she likes? Sleeping around? That's a betrayal of my trust, and my friendship, and it's what hurts the worst, considering we all seemed to be such close friends. We're supposed to fly out to Cali this sumemr to visit for a month.. I'm seriously wondering what to do. I'll give it some time.. I'm supposed to meet Shannon and friends for dinner/breakfast (it's 1:30 AM). Updates later, I suppose. |
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| Tuesday, April 15th, 2008 |
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And to inflict upon myself emotions later on. Well, not really. But to save and review.. and figure out not only what she's doing, but what I'm feeling. Who/what do you hate/dislike currently? SUFFOCATERS Would you date someone taller then you? HELL YEAH! When was the last time something bothered you? I SLICED MY CALCANEUS, BUT I WAS SO DRUNK, IT WASN'T REALLY BOTHERING ME. BUT IT IS NOW. What would you do if your ex showed up at your door? I'D SMILE A LITTLE SMILE. Will you be having sex in the next two months? MOST LIKELY NOT Last time you kissed someone? THIS MORNING Where was your default picture taken? OUTSIDE TAI'S DORM Who was your last text from? ALYSSA What's the most interesting thing that happened to you today? I WENT HOME WITH THIS GUY I MET. Whats your favorite number? THE POWER OF THREE WILL SET US FREE. Are you single? "I'M SINGLE, AND I'M LOOKING TO MINGLE. " "I'M MARRIED, AND I DON'T WANNA DIE. " What is your current mood? EXCITED CAUSE I MET SOME HOMEBOYS. Last people you hung out with? THIS MORNING I WAS WITH "THAT GUY". THEN I CAME BACK AND HUNG OUT WITH ALYSSA CHRISTINE ALE ALANA AND MIGUET. NOW I'M WITH JOANNA. What sport do you enjoy playing? CUDDLING Do you have a crazy side? DID YOU HEAR ABOUT MY MORNING?! Ever had a near death experience? YEAH What was the highlight of your week? LAST NIGHT INTO THIS MORNING Could you date someone who was a bad kisser? I GUESS... BUT I WOULD DEFINITELY HAVE TO FIX THAT. Who would be the first to know if you got pregnant? JOANNA CAUSE I WOULD HAVE TO LET IT OUT ASAP. BUT IF POSSIBLE, MAMBOO. Have you ever broken someones heart? HEARTS ARE SOFT. BREAKING ISN'T POSSIBLE. Are you happy right now? HELL YEAH! Whats the last thing someone said to you? "IT'S JUST A BIT OF FUN?" Where is your phone? ON THE FLOOR Do you like cuddling? WITH THE RIGHT CUDDLE PARTNER, YEAH. Have you ever been given an engagement ring? NO What do you smell like? RALPH COOL MOISTURIZING LOTION What's your favorite place to shop? SEPHORA Would you ever date a friends ex? IF IT'S A STRONG ENOUGH CONNECTION, PERHAPS. What would you do if someone smacked your butt? FIND OUT WHO DONE IT. What is the last thing you thought about? MY ADVENTURE When is your birthday? 1219 How old do you want to be when you have kids? NOT OLD How do you feel about your hair right now? I CAN'T WAIT FOR IT TO GROW LONG. Do you miss anyone? SURE DO. What do you miss most about the past? THE GOODTIMES What do you miss least about the past? THE BADTIMES Do you have any tattoos or piercings? BOTH Do you believe in love? I DO. I DO. What does your last text say? I DON'T REMEMBER. Do you think you lead people on? NO. BUT I AIN'T GONNA LIE. I LIKE TO PLAY. Are you afraid of falling in love? NO... Do you have anyone who you consider a brother/sister but they really aren't? OH YEAH. JOANNA! What's the 27th text in your inbox say? I DELETE THEM ALL. EXCEPT ONES FROM LAST YEAR. Do you like country music? NOT PARTICULARLY. BUT I DON'T HATE ON ANY MUSIC. THAT'S CHEAP. Did any of your friends go out with any of your ex's? NO Are looks important? THEY SURE DO MATTER, THOUGH. Have you ever had someone sing to you? OH YEAH. JUST THIS MORNING. Are you mad at someone right now? NO Where do you keep your money? I GOT MONEY IN THE BANK. What are you looking forward to? HEHEHE... c( ; |
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| Wednesday, April 9th, 2008 |
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On a bed of sweet surrender This line.. and the accompanying image, make me sick. I always picture her on her back, they're still clothed. But sweet surrender, sort of fighting it a little bit.. He holds her arms to the side of her head, by the wrists. Not forcefully, just playfully. He kisses her cheek, then neck. She closes her eyes tight, laughing a little, and smiles. That's the image I get 2-3 times a night at work. What a wonderful way to make your night, huh? |
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| Sunday, April 6th, 2008 |
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Among my many... my countless, perhaps, nicknames and aliases.. Due to my situation in life.. or perhaps just my emoness.. I've come to refer to myself as The Lost Pilgrim. Matt Makio seems such a faraway entity.. The man, filled with such hatred and spite. The man who was torn between the two things he wanted most; to end the world, or to end his own self. Mark Mizou, his long lost twin.. the calmer, sensible one of the two. You know how there's always an evil twin, and the good one? Mizou was the good one. The hidden side of myself.. The one who listened to Jimmy Eat World, and cried at night when bad things happened. The one who truly mourned the sad things, the losses in life. Makio, the one who took them as more evil in the world to rid. Both looking towards the same goal, really, yet in drastically different ways. Both wanted to be happy, and content with not only their place in the world, but at least their surrounding areas. Lord Indrid, another alias. Lord Indrid is the masked man I would talk to late at night, in my darkest moments of despair. Or, more accurately, Makio would speak to him. Lord Indrid is almost a father figure in a way. The advice of the cosmos. While his words were simply nothing more than my own mind's speakings, it was comforting to hear things from a third perspective. And while his words were nothing more than the question twisted around, so that Makio would answer himself.. it was still comforting. And now, The Lost Pilgrim. And, to be saved here right now, and worked on later, The Pilgrim's Plea. I'm conflicted whether or not to write this in wrose/lyric.. or to simply jot my thoughts down. I can get the point across much more economically just writing.. but a morose segment of prose may have more visceral effect. Segments of The Pilgrim's Plea, in almost a stream of conciousness form. love and compassion, is that too much to ask? "Someone ran away with her innocence" I wish to remain friends, if nothing else. Would that be so difficult? I should have heeded the warning signs. The one I knew was the one I loved. What happened to her? Was that the real Princess? Was it all a lie? If I commit.. which will show up? Did I love a lie? And if that was the true one.. will she change later on down the road? Was it influence? Can I keep what I loved safe? Arcadian Masques I almost wish I didn't hear the recent news. It was so much easier to hate. My past is full of hate. I'm so used to it. I can hate on a whim if truly pushed. Hate is such an invigorating feeling. You ever feel just so alive when something happens? That's me when I have something to truly hate. But now, it's fizzled. The lines are nothing but a smokescreen to hide my insecurity. My shattered faith in life. I have this thing for cheesily adding in Bad Religion song lines to my life. But they affect me so much, and they're so pointed. It's almost like parts were written for my specific situations. I'd really like to know what happened. The Prodigal Son... Now there's a way to hate. But even then.. it's because he's thrown away all I want.. And yet she still wants him more. That is a hurt no one can ever understand unless put in such a position. But then, isn't that the core of the original tale? The Son who turns his back on everything, only to be welcomed with open arms? I wrote this one: "The Lost Pilgrim and The Prodigal Son.. Which entity, the chosen one? Fortold their fates, a circle, the. On deaf ears falls the Pilgrim's Plea." I know I shouldn't be. I try not to be.. But I'm still in love. How horrid my plight. I suppose that's it for now. Perhaps I'll just keep my stream of consciousness. I doubt I could ever wade through this murk and re-write into cohesive paragraphs, or even lyrics. Nor, do I think, I would want to re-read this. Pain. Torment... The heart I once had. |
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| Friday, February 1st, 2008 |
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| Saturday, January 26th, 2008 |
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So, this happened at work Thursday night (..last night, come to think of it). One of my coworkers, an older Filipino woman (well, not THAT much older. She's like 40, max) was joking with another, older Filipino woman (this one's like around 50?). Talking about.. God knows what. I don't understand Taglish or Tagalog. But they were giving examples of something. Then my name came up. Younger: "Yeah, like James" (I was standing at the Sable, our order input and computer system, which is like 15 years older than I am). Elder: "Ohh, yeah." Me: "Wut?" Younger: "You can see it. The eyes don't lie. You can tell how people are feeling, even if they try and keep it secret." Me: "...What?" Younger: "James is in love with another woman, even though he's married. You can tell. It's okay James, we all do it. Even me, even though I have 5 kids and am married. I've done it before." Trying to play it off, I respond. Me: "Ohh yeah. She's great. Younger, Filipino, bery (not a typo, I tease her accent all the time) attractive." Elder: "Eyy, wow. Maybe it's you!" Younger: "No, he said younger. Not me. I'm old." Me: "Or, whoops. I meant older, Filipino, attractive. Yep, you got me. It's you!" They both laugh, and I continue printing out closing reports, and shutting down the restaurant. ..Man. Those Filipinos are onto something. |
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| Thursday, May 18th, 2006 |
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http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/opinion/oped/bal-op.internet09may09,0,4559120.story Everyone, write your senators, congress critters, or other state/local representatives, and tell, not ask, them to oppose this bill. I'd do so, but you know, Guam isn't important enough to have voting delagates and all that. |
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| Monday, January 16th, 2006 |
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Ten Top Trivia Tips about Makio!
Love the chromosome one. XD |
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| Wednesday, November 16th, 2005 |
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My life... heh. Been a long time since I've updated. Over a year since a real update? Lesse.. my girlfriend of two years now, Shannon, moved in before Christmas last year. It was rocky at first, but we got through, and we're totally happy now. We're looking for our own place, and are planning to move into our own apartment in January or so. My band Munkie Nut broke up. The reasons.. differences in schedule, in musical ideas, and (especially) differences between band members did it. That got me pretty upset.. but then, I was hating it at the end, so I wasn't too hurt. In January, I began seeing a psychiatrist about my depression and anger problems. Through that, and a GREAT class I was taking at the same time (PY101, Personal Adjustment), I've really improved. I got started on antidepressants, which I continue now, and life has been a lot better. My old bandmate, TK, Shan, and I are starting a new band. It's fun.. but sometimes it makes me nostalgic for the old Munkie Nut. The music in the new band is much, much better.. Between the three of us, we have very similar musical ideas, and can work these out very well. Our first colaborative original, Haunted Sanctuary, is an incredibly tandem of blistering guitar riffs, and eerie keyboard. Speaking of TK, he broke up with his girlfriend in October. It's been pretty bad for him, and we've been hanging out with him a lot to try and soften the blow. In FFXI.. my static broke up. This has had me really depressed over the past few weeks, because I LOVED the people in it. At first, it was schedule conflicts with Aeth, and his real life problems.. We kinda all gave up on that, and continued on; just me, Cyf, and Shandriel (Mel/Mandy/Melabean). Then.. in what was perhaps the worst blow, Mel quit FFXI over conflicts with her old LS, and the depressing memories it held.. That came really harshly to me, since she was what held us together, in my eyes. After Cyf and I started playing with her, things were the most fun they'd ever been. We've tried, unsuccessfully, to get her back, and now.. it's just gone. FFXI isn't really that fun for me anymore.. and I'm currently wondering what to do with it. Work and school are... work and school. They keep me busy. And.. that's pretty much my life. See you in another year. |
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| Monday, September 12th, 2005 |
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The good news is -- and it's hard for some to see it now -- that out of this chaos is going to come a fantastic Gulf Coast, like it was before. Out of the rubbles of Trent Lott's house -- he's lost his entire house -- there's going to be a fantastic house. And I'm looking forward to sitting on the porch. (Laughter.)" -our great leader, George W Bush Friday, September 2nd, 2005 Dear Mr. Bush: Any idea where all our helicopters are? It's Day 5 of Hurricane Katrina and thousands remain stranded in New Orleans and need to be airlifted. Where on earth could you have misplaced all our military choppers? Do you need help finding them? I once lost my car in a Sears parking lot. Man, was that a drag. Also, any idea where all our national guard soldiers are? We could really use them right now for the type of thing they signed up to do like helping with national disasters. How come they weren't there to begin with? Last Thursday I was in south Florida and sat outside while the eye of Hurricane Katrina passed over my head. It was only a Category 1 then but it was pretty nasty. Eleven people died and, as of today, there were still homes without power. That night the weatherman said this storm was on its way to New Orleans. That was Thursday! Did anybody tell you? I know you didn't want to interrupt your vacation and I know how you don't like to get bad news. Plus, you had fundraisers to go to and mothers of dead soldiers to ignore and smear. You sure showed her! I especially like how, the day after the hurricane, instead of flying to Louisiana, you flew to San Diego to party with your business peeps. Don't let people criticize you for this -- after all, the hurricane was over and what the heck could you do, put your finger in the dike? And don't listen to those who, in the coming days, will reveal how you specifically reduced the Army Corps of Engineers' budget for New Orleans this summer for the third year in a row. You just tell them that even if you hadn't cut the money to fix those levees, there weren't going to be any Army engineers to fix them anyway because you had a much more important construction job for them -- BUILDING DEMOCRACY IN IRAQ! On Day 3, when you finally left your vacation home, I have to say I was moved by how you had your Air Force One pilot descend from the clouds as you flew over New Orleans so you could catch a quick look of the disaster. Hey, I know you couldn't stop and grab a bullhorn and stand on some rubble and act like a commander in chief. Been there done that. There will be those who will try to politicize this tragedy and try to use it against you. Just have your people keep pointing that out. Respond to nothing. Even those pesky scientists who predicted this would happen because the water in the Gulf of Mexico is getting hotter and hotter making a storm like this inevitable. Ignore them and all their global warming Chicken Littles. There is nothing unusual about a hurricane that was so wide it would be like having one F-4 tornado that stretched from New York to Cleveland. No, Mr. Bush, you just stay the course. It's not your fault that 30 percent of New Orleans lives in poverty or that tens of thousands had no transportation to get out of town. C'mon, they're black! I mean, it's not like this happened to Kennebunkport. Can you imagine leaving white people on their roofs for five days? Don't make me laugh! Race has nothing -- NOTHING -- to do with this! You hang in there, Mr. Bush. Just try to find a few of our Army helicopters and send them there. Pretend the people of New Orleans and the Gulf Coast are near Tikrit. Yours, Michael Moore MMFlint@aol.com www.MichaelMoore.com P.S. That annoying mother, Cindy Sheehan, is no longer at your ranch. She and dozens of other relatives of the Iraqi War dead are now driving across the country, stopping in many cities along the way. Maybe you can catch up with them before they get to DC on September 21st. "Outside the Convention Center, the sidewalks were packed with people without food, water or medical care, and with no sign of law enforcement. Thousands of storm refugees had been assembling outside for days, waiting for buses that did not come. At least seven bodies were scattered outside, and hungry, desperate people who were tired of waiting broke through the steel doors to a food service entrance and began pushing out pallets of water and juice and whatever else they could find. An old man in a chaise lounge lay dead in a grassy median as hungry babies wailed around him. Around the corner, an elderly woman lay dead in her wheelchair, covered up by a blanket, and another body lay beside her wrapped in a sheet. I don't treat my dog like that," 47-year-old Daniel Edwards said as he pointed at the woman in the wheelchair. "I buried my dog." He added: "You can do everything for other countries but you can't do nothing for your own people. You can go overseas with the military but you can't get them down here." They estimate there are 50,000 people who are still stuck in their attics, homes, shelters waiting to be saved. There are policemen in New Orleans who have walked off the job [this same police forces are being forced to camp out in a Wal-Mart, eating the food of the shelves because even THEY have been given no fucking help] This doesn't even begin to cover the thousands of people that are being held at the Superdome in New Orleans who have been given NO FOOD, NO WATER, NO INFORMATION. There has been at least one documentation of a man who JUMPED FROM THE SECOND BALCONY because the despair and conditions are that bad. There are dead bodies and animals [pets!] rotting in the water, outside of these arenas, in hallways of buildings. There are people who have gone FIVE DAYS now with nothing. There are people with severe mental illnesses who have now gone five days without medication. There are people who are in hospitals but have no medicine, water, electricity. It's like a third world country. There are people walking along I-10 because they have no where to go. Why has it taken FIVE DAYS to reach people? And yet, there is wonder why some of these people have begun to flip their shit. You all should be as disgusted right now with the response of FEMA and this government, as I am. Refugees [because let's face it, that is what they are] from New Orleans have now begun to come here to Houston. They have filled the Astrodome with thousands of people. Let's be realistic, the people who are now fucked in New Orleans are the poorest. They have been put in these situations because they had neither the financial means to evacuate nor the transportaion. Now these people are in despair, these people are starving [INCLUDING babies] WHERE IS THE HELP? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? My school is going to be now having people from the Aveda Institue in New Orleans [becuase, you know, thier school is destroyed] come over. We are going to be a drop spot for any and all donations. I don't have alot of extra money, but I have my health and time. I urge anyone who can, to donate. Donate money. Donate your time. Donate SOMETHING to these people. ps; Just moments ago at the Ferragamo on 5th Avenue, Condoleeza Rice [the Secretary of State!] was seen spending several thousands of dollars on some nice, new shoes. A fellow shopper, unable to fathom the absurdity of Rice’s timing, went up to the Secretary and reportedly shouted, “How dare you shop for shoes while thousands are dying and homeless!” Never one to have her fashion choices questioned, Rice had security physically remove the woman. |
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Who borrowed it from the following: http://www.dailykos.com/story/2004/11/15/225713/39 Pardon my language, but what the fuck do people think happens in a war? And not just this war, but EVERY war? Innocent people are maimed, tortured, and killed. Children are orphaned. Entire regions and countries and economies are devastated. And the longer and messier the war the worse it is. This is precisely why so many of us were so adamantly against this war since before it started. There was no reason to start it, and the amount of human pain and suffering it would trigger would cause the U.S. untold misery for generations. This is the message we have to spread: This war was completely counter to both the long and short term interests of the U.S., even if you choose to ignore the staggering human cost inflicted on the innocent Iraqi civilians and our own troops. If we were actually defending ourselves, then yes, we should have invaded (although with a legitimate battle plan and sufficient troops, not a wing, a prayer, and a neocon wet dream). But this war is nothing but an abomination, a many-months-long war crime with no end in sight. It makes me sick to my stomach to think how much harm we're doing to the world and to ourselves. On protest: OK, you all didn't vote for Bush. But where was the vast uprising over Abu Ghraib? Where were the sit-ins, the protests when a report that 100,000 Iraqi civilians have died was released? Yes. We were angry here. We were angry online. But we are still Americans, and George II is our fucking president. And at some point, we have to stand up and object. I refuse to believe that the majority of the people in the country sanction this sort of behavior. The people who voted for Bush voted for a variety of reasons, with a variety of priorities. I refuse to believe that this sort of violence was one of them. What can we do now? I'm looking for practical, organizational answers. Not 50, 100 people in a major urban center with signs. More. More to say- not to the world, "I'm sorry, I didn't vote for him"- but to Bush, enough is enough. Followed by: If rallies don't work, march. If marches don't work, sit-in. If sit-ins don't work, strike. If strikes don't work, revolt. Seriously, if we want to end this war we need to be prepared to take some serious risks ourselves in order to make it too politically costly to continue. Remember, almost half of the American people already oppose this war on some level. This is a very good starting point. It is very unlikely that support for the war will increase in the coming months and years (with occasional statistical blips driven by one-off incidents). This means we have an extraordinary opportunity to engage in a wide variety of tactics against the war and find some significant basis of support. We have no excuse not to. |
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"If this were a dictatorship, it'd be a heck of a lot easier. Just so long as I'm the dictator." - George W. Bush http://www.whatreallyhappened.com/bush-dictator.mpg |
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"You don't go changing the horsemen in the middle of the apocalypse" Thanks to the millions of young voters who waited in lines to make their voice heard. According to THE CIRCLE (not the early reports of the Associated Press) young voters did show up in mass. 4.6 million more 18-29 year olds voted than in 2000. Youth turnout was up 9 percentage points. However, fear-stricken homophobic turnout was also up by an amazing amount. Nonetheless, we are proud of the tens of thousands of punks who took to the streets to make their opinions known. (America clearly saw your efforts, your DIY signs and posters, the concerts that you held, the thousands of you that volunteered, and the overall energy that was created) While there were millions of voter-registration efforts out there, with your help we were able to accomplish something very different. We were able to disseminate information on how all these issues truly affect young voters. We worked to make sure young people got this information even if the politicians never talked directly to our nation's youth. We provided you with credible sources and facts to educate your friends and family members. It was great to hear about how many of you shared the documentaries from the Rock Against Bush CD's and used the reasons to Rock Against Bush on your own websites and zines as well. We succeeded in engaging hundreds of thousands of voters with real reasons why Bush truly sucks. We are honored to have had the amount of support from the entire community. Huge thanks go out to the hundreds of bands that helped this effort, the dozens of record labels that supported the cause, over 600,000 of you that bought Rock Against Bush Vol 1 and Vol 2, the thousands of you that made your own flyers, signs, websites, t-shirts, etc. And to the millions of you that visit this website to help us achieve over 500,000 unique visitors a month! (over 20,000,000 hits a month) All of these efforts helped us communicate our message to millions of voters. We gave it our best shot. Senator Kerry today said that now we need to come together and heal as a nation. FUCK THAT. There's no fucking way I am going to come together with these homophobic, flag-waving, god-fearing, gun-toting, uneducated, isolationist, ethnocentric REDNECKS. We live in a country that's in a shroud of ignorance. We do not compromise or come together with them. We fight them and everything they stand for. We as a community have to take care of each other and respect each other because apparently our current government has no interest in that. They do not care about gay people, they do not care about sick people, they do not care about black people, they do not care about poor people, they do not care about the rest of the world, they do not care about our environment, and they especially don't care about a woman's right to choose. We may have lost the battle, shit we may have lost the war...but we are not losing our minds. WE ARE RIGHT...THEY ARE WRONG...just because we seem to be the minority doesn't mean we come together with them. We continue to fight….and drink...and try to have a good fucking time. That's my plan anyway, thanx to you all, Fat Mike PS: The party at my house was great last night. It did turn out to be an all nighter after all. They can fuck up our country, but they can't fuck up my party. |
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