23:51 |
My Afternoon Recap:
I was asked to head to Irvine earlier.
Traffic was nice, but it still took me a total of an hour to get there.
I went back, and I spent the next one and a half hours battling through heavy traffic.
Arrived back at the office at Anaheim at around 5.45PM
Left the office at around 5.50PM.
Steph called, she said to meet up with her to the Station.
I made a detour.
She called again, while I was already very close to the station.
She said we'll just meet up in their house.
I got to their house at around 6.30PM.
I drove for a total of 3 hours through traffic.
My legs hurt... a lot.
13:20 |
Shit.
Danny said: "Hi Berna" I looked up, he said "Oh sorry, I thought you were Berna with your head down"
WTF?
17:15 |
a few more firsts for me:
first time taking metrolink
first time making a round trip in one sitting.
first time train ride to the union station alone.
first time i went out with a woman's purse. (read the story "morning escalade")
morning escalade 17:15 |
--an adventure! written by `ron`
(my point of view of what happened earlier today)
i woke up at around 5:30am. sent a ym message to stephanie.
took a shower, and by 6:15am i was ready to leave.
told my parents that i'm going to cerritos college.
i went to the norwalk/sta. fe springs train station and just chilled there.
stephanie called me and asked where i'm at. i wanted to surprise her so i made a white lie, i told her that i'm in school for my enrollment. she asked me to go to the station so we could see each other.
i then told her that i'm already in imperial and studebaker. then i laughed, i just couldn't hold a lie. i told her that i'm already in the parking lot of the train station.
she got there around 6.30am and we chatted while she bought her roundtrip train ticket. we stayed for awhile until 6:45am when the train got there.
we bade our goodbyes with hugs and kisses. the train left, and i started to head to cerritos college.
at around 6.52am while driving down imperial towards norwalk, her mom called. her mom said, "ron, stephanie forgot her purse at the station," hearing that i started to panic and asked her "what should i do?" she continued: "can you go back to the station and look for the bag, stephanie said she'll call you." we hang up and i made a u-turn.
rushing to the station, i desperately searched for a parking, i found one on the second level, kinda far but still good. i ran with everything i got, skipping 4 or 5 steps on the stairs going down the parking. i continued running up the pedestrian over-cross and climb the stairs by skipping 3 or 4 steps up. and basically jumped the stairs going down. i headed to the first place i could think of--the ledge we last sat on. i saw her bag by the plants and took it. i went back to my car and waited. at around 7:08am stephanie called, also panicking, told me to wait for her at the station.
at around 7:12am, she called again, talking furiously out of panic, we agreed that i go to union station instead of her going back and forth.
i ran back from the parking lot to the station, seeing that the train was already there, i ran harder, holding her purse by my right hand. i jumped the parking stairs, and i climbed the over cross again and then jumped down. i felt people looking at me, but fuck them, i don't care.
i sat down in the train, out of breath, as i waited for the train to get to the union.
at around 7.48am, i arrived at the union station, i walked with the red bag along the terminal, trying to look for stephanie.
at around 7:52am, we saw each other. we ran towards each other and hugged, she saying thank you and i saying it's nothing.
we stayed for awhile, until the train announced boarding. i guess it's time for me to go back. again, we bade our goodbyes and we started to head in different directions. the train left at exactly 8:00am. feeling bored, i asked somebody on the train who was reading the daily paper if i could borrow the classifieds.
i searched for a job, and then it hit me, what was i going to do after seeing stephanie? oh fuck, my enrollment. i panicked again, tried calling the house for my brother john (a bad choice, the dude's still sleeping). i called wendell, also a bad choice but found the school number anyway.
i called the school and was able to pay by phone. woohoo, i paid on time. now i'm enrolled with parking. weehee.
i tried to chill by feeding my boredom by trying to estimate and calculate the speed of the train (i think it was around 75mph).
i called linda, and asked her if she could tell my supervisor lucy what happened and she did.
i relaxed a bit more in the train, and told myself maybe i should sleep. oh no can't do that, i might be waking up in oceanside and not norwalk, no no no no no.
at 8:13am stephanie called, she's on her last bus ride to her work. i got to the station at around 8.19am and started to leave for anaheim-where i work.
good thing traffic was pretty nice to me, i got to the office at around 8:46am, not bad... not bad at all.
heehee
7/23/03 10:33 |
I got this from an email: I'm not going to put how it'll go here, but send me your drawing through email (u can use paint that came along with windows right?) and I'll send you a reply on what you are. my email is edited: 2005/10/05
The Pig Drawing Personality Test
The best part about this is that you can forward it round your office and then laugh at everyones crap drawings. We are thinking about setting up a small pig art gallery in the corner of the office here.
Don't cheat by reading the whole thing first. It is hysterical if you do it right!
Get a blank piece of paper , draw a picture of a whole pig on it, not just the head , just a basic drawing though , don't spend too long on it .
7/21/03 09:41 |
i completely forgot about some of my yahoo notes.
an excerp from my May 27, 2003 entry
I see the warm morning light in your eyes,
They make me feel brand new
I felt the bouncy touch of your soft skin
They make me want to touch you
I feel your breath while you slept,
They make me smile
I feel your heartbeat when we hug
They make me feel warm
I can feel your presence everywhere I go
That’s because I always think of you
I feel sad when you have to go
That’s because I’ll be missing you
I feel comfortable with myself when I’m with you
That’s because you make me whole
I say I love you more often than necessary,
That’s because I really do…
09:13 |
Hmmm... I took some of Jhangjhang's comment, and yeah there is an imbalance on the page. I guess the navigate menu should go to the left. I'll lose balance if I do that though.
Lemme experiment and come up with another design.
7/19/03 14:29 |
I think I better stop for now. My brain is starting to get irritated by this java error. I have no idea why it has those errors. Oh well, I'll try it again later.
7/11/03 19:13 |
~post edited: july 19, 2003~ i don't need a break from the net... just a complete lay low
10:03 |
Of the six discs I have in my truck, there were two songs that I never failed to listen to. One being Korn's Dead Bodies Everywhere and Tracy Chapman's The Promise. Strikingly, both songs described my decapitated thinking not too long ago, and maybe even recently.
The Promise - Tracy Chapman
If you wait for me
Then I'll come for you
Although I've travelled far
I always hold a place for you
In my heart
If you think of me
If you miss me once in a while
Then I'll return to you
I'll return and fill that space in your heart
Remembering your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way
Back to you
If you'll be waiting
If you dream of me
Like I dream of you
In a place that's warm and dark
In a place where I can feel
The beating of your heart
Remembering your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way
Back to you
If you'll be waiting
I've longed for you
And I have desired
To see your face your smile
To be with you wherever you are
Remembering your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way
Back to you
If you'll be waiting
Please say you'll be waiting
Together again
It would feel so good to be in your arms
Where all my journeys end
If you make a promise
If it's one that you can keep
I vow to come to you
If you wait for me
And say you'll hold
A place for me
In your heart