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| Knock You Down - Keri Hilson et al. Caught my ear by surprise when I first heard it. Music is getting progressively more electronic =) Haven't updated in a while, have moved all personal journal/diary things offline. It's a different feel, always been more of an offline writer kind of guy. If you're curious, asking encouraged! Just message if you care, I do realize about zero people read this but I'm okay with that =]
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| First thought: This is crazy.
Second thought: I was looking for what I thought was a "complement" to myself, but that wasn't really what I needed. I was just looking for someone to do what I couldn't do for myself at the time. Now that she's gone, I'm doing it for myself, and I'm finally actually really happy. I know so much more about myself now. Time to close this chapter. It's done, for good.
Third thought: See first.
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| In your darkest hour, your friends come shining through for you
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| It seems I only blog when I have bad days. So this xanga will be full of the bad days of calikhoa, which is a shame because most days aren't bad.
I woke up today, a beautiful Saturday morning with clear cloudless blue skies and a gentle breeze cooling me off. This will be the setting the whole day.
Upon minutes of waking up, I found my volunteer position had been taken by someone else. Wonderful. Great. No, not wonderful, or great. Stupid. But I can get over it (why do you replace volunteers anyway? I was doing a mighty fine job).
Mr. Fuchs's memorial service at UNO and reception later at his brother's house. Learned more about him than I ever thought I could learn. His family revealed so much about him and the words were perfectly said. He will be missed, my teacher and my friend. His favorite songs were "In My Life" and "Strawberry Fields Forever" by the Beatles. He once offered me one of his Gibson guitars. I should've said yes. More on the Fuchs part than the Gibson part.
Dropped off and picked up my brother from homecoming dance which was on the Steamboat Natchez. The latter. was. a. nightmare. Did not calm me down.
Tired of jumping through hoops this week, in school and out. 2 tests and quizzes this past week, 3 tests, a lab report, and a quiz this coming week. Tired of jumping through hoops, and sometimes you need something nice to be said to you, to let you know it was worth it in some way. Sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn't. I've been unlucky this weekend. Everyone gets there once in a while right?
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| Hello Xanga (whom I have ignored/been too lazy to visit for the past two months), I feel the need to update.
So, lucky readers, I'm going to give you a question at the end of a story, which I will try to deliver with as little bias as possible.
I'm at the local burger joint yesterday afternoon, and it has a pretty wide parking lot because it's part of a strip mall. As I walk out, a cop car parks perpendicular to my car and two others, the officers get out, and go shop or whatever they were doing. There is an opening I can back out of, and I think I can do it so I try, with my brother signaling me through it. I am halfway out when the bulky, stout police officer comes out and laughing, comments, "Looks like someone doesn't know how to drive!" He gives a turning-the-steering-wheel hand motion and says, "Back out all the way." After 10 seconds, he loses patience and knocks on my window. When its down, he reaches into my car, grabs the steering wheel, steers, and then tells me to back out. The car backs out fine, and I can go off, but not before he says "I hate to see what you do on the highway, man," with quite a bit of a laugh to his friend. His tone throughout was very condescending.
And now, the biased part. First of all, WHO THE F GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO REACH INTO MY CAR AND DRIVE? You're the asshole who just blocked three cars, and we have to deal with it because you're a cop? You're telling me I can't drive?
Second of all, I am not aware but is it a stereotype that Asians can't drive? I don't know, but someone please inform me if this is the case. There was no need to for all the extra comments. If I was a white male, would the attitude have been different? Almost certainly, he might've even offered to move his car and apologize.
Around the area I live, it's a section of New Orleans called Jefferson, and I've heard quite a few people say that the cops here are the worst. It has one of the lower crime rates in the city, but has the most number of officers. So what happens is, we get a lot of young cops who like to throw around their power, pull you over for any little thing, will throw you on the ground, and worst of all, feel like they have something prove.
It might seem a small thing to anyone standing around. If I was on the outside looking, I wouldn't think very much of it. But I was in the car, and I did feel offended, for what may seem little to others. It felt big to me. I was messed with by someone who has more power than I do.
Personally, I don't think I was in the wrong, but tell me if I am. So the question is, "Who watches the watchmen?"
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