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Name: Jiho.Stephen.Gino
Birthday: 6/20/1981
Interests: Oregano, Greco-Roman Wrestling, Audi, Jimmy Choo
Expertise: Dining
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3/2/2003
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| I have my lunch to thank for reinvigorating me to start jotting my episodes "about nothing," just like a favorite sitcom since high school. As you can guess, yes; that's what I watch and that's exactly what I ate, and did not regret one ounce of it... until a few, excruciating minutes after... So excruciating. But, well worth it!
Perhaps, one of the more recent epiphanies that graciously descended upon me: the sheer selfishness that just strips of those close around, taking them utterly for granted. That there is no cost to (nor should it!) the relationships; yet, we can sometimes become those operating deflty the scale of trust and personal adventure, as if some classics hero Robinson Crusoe.
 A good read.
I found myself not caring much until now. This oddly enough was only procured from working within myself.
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It's been sometime since I last wrote here, and I might as well with friends and associates asking questions from my posts. Let me see what I can conjure and exhume from my Life... Stay tuned
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What do these two seemingly contrasting objects have in common? Yesh, y'all guessed it; they were both part of my vitamin-enriched, immune system-fortifying breakfast. And no, I didn't plan to have it so but due to unforeseen circumstances, namely my "blind" appetite, the two intertwined in fate's great spider web of mundane perplexities absolute. With the priority of breakfast pushed further down my totem of morning duties, I snatched a bag of saltine crackers and headed out. It was only on the 10 freeway that I opened and divulged in a mouthful of Original Premium crackers. (Afterthought: "Original," yes, they were since I've never had the fond luxury of having larva as an assorted flavor; and "Premium," hardly... they could have better designated a more flavorful larva. I presume it to have been a beetle, hopefully not the grandiose DUNG beetle.) However, back to my lackluster story, it wasn't until my car came to a halt from the onslaught of traffic that I noticed something rather foreign hanging beneath a half-eaten cracker. Was it uncooked flour, packaging excess, bird, plane??? Lo and behold, it was a curled up larva, perhaps a beetle larva. And the first thought that came across was not of digust, bewilderment, or angst but wonder. Did I just consume crackers full of larva that very well may have satiated my protein intake for the day? I pondered on what type of calorie and vitamins that I ate. Well, while I was stuck in traffic, the larva, positioned in fetal form, began to inch its way across the grey canyon of my floormat. Then, the second armada of questions struck me. Would my calorie intake change from eating live larva as opposed to not? How much would my friends have bet my stomach on eating this? Aren't there some states in the Midwest that manfactures in deep-fried insects? Mmm, can larva become the next crazed butter to its predecessor and notably, Fabio-drive margarine? Why is that there are 200 meters of open space in front of me? Shoot!!! I'd better go. The conclusion of the story being: Don't be agitated about the person ahead of you who hasn't moved for a good five minutes, they might be thinking of the next great thing. | | |
| I'm impressed and profoundly bewildered by the number of visitors that I have in a week, even when not a single post was written. I guess I'll have to start writing more and more heaps of jargon which I can only comprehend and leave y'all utterly amused. Odes to all, and goodwill. | | |
| Reason #231 Is there anyone out there? Right now, at this precise moment? Someone who will lend an ear to my incessant rambling. (Perhaps, even purchase, for my rambling is that heavy as it is nonsensical.) It'd even be nice to sit next to someone who might be indulging in some early morning Saturday breakfast or recanting oblivious matters from the office space to myself, drawn to a corner. Yes, that'd suffice. This probably doesn't belong on my online journal as obscurity may rear its ugly head in convulted emotions and thoughts, to even which I, the owner, cannot administer a physcian's meticulous, articulate hand in. My friends, all asleep either on one coast or the other. Is it pent-up frustration that lurks and haunts the corridors of my vertigo brain? Every word, term, phrase entwined ardently and stubbornly with incomplete thorough thoughts. Food brings only nourishes the infection spreading wildly like "an unstoppable rebel force," my De Niro friend. Something must be deftly rendered. Soon, I wish. Before these narrow walls begin to close in. | | |
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