Monday, April 11, 2005

The Great Basselope


The Basselope owns you in all ways possible, and you know it.


*Sigh* When I said about how you can’t paint a picture of someone only using paint one person has given you, I wasn’t referring to that in an extreme literal sense. I meant that in no way can you correctly judge someone by what one person says about them. Hell, you can’t really judge anyone by what people say alone, by gossip, their “reputation”. The only time you can correctly make a judgement about someone is if you talk to them, get to know them yourself.


Sometimes, I wonder if I am as see through as a piece of glass. If I am predictable, if I am run of the mill common.


Sunday, went to the mall, to get headphones for my cd player.

Aye, my one and only cd player. My aunt found it in the van. Funny how it got there. Somehow, I had two rechargeable batteries in there and one of them….escaped? I bet it’s somewhere down the road, hitchhiking by now. Tsk!

Took along a friend to the mall, the one that lives like two blocks away. Her sister came, and it was a pretty interesting time.

Oh Ken, I smacked ‘that girl’. I told her I had to smack her; she asked why and from whom, and she immediately answered her own question. She stood there with a brave face, braced herself, and said “Ok, go ahead!”

Aleia: Stop it, you can’t do that! >:O

But I got around to it. I don’t think she really learned anything, so oh well.

That reminds me. She’s currently acting in a way that reminds me pretty much of my attitude when I was….13, until I was….16?

*cough*kindasortaveryimmatureinanamizontypeofway*cough*

It’s excruciatingly painful to watch/be witness to, and I’ve told her so. u.u


I know my uncle is very, very racist. So I still don’t quite understand my reaction of “Oh my goodness, I can’t believe I’m hearing him say this”, as I sit there and hear him make extremely racist comments.

Ah well. *shrugs*


You know, sometimes when I talk, it seems no one is listening. I get frustrated and feel like yelling, and then it seems no one is there.


Odd stuff, odd stuff.


Lately, I’ve been thinking about Heath and David, two kids I knew from elementary, when I first moved from here. When I first met them, we were 11 and 12, and they were much shorter than me. Of course they eventually (And pretty quickly, I might add) grew plenty taller than me, and that became a source of amusement for them. *wrinkles nose*

*Remembers an incident, during lunch line*

Heath: *talks about something*

David: *adds to conversation*

Aleia: *has to look up, when she talks to them, and adds in her two cents*

David: Hey Heath, did you hear something?

Heath: Maybe; it mighta been just a squeak noise

David: Maybe it was just the wind.

Heath: Yeah, prolly. Anyways, what were you saying?

Aleia: Rwar! That’s not funny! >:O

Heath and David: *Laugh and continue the conversation*


Around this time, it would be that I’ve known them for 9 years now. That’s a long time to know someone, outside of immediate family.

Funny thing is, there are a few people that I’ve known for, say, around a year or two, and I know those people more intimately than I know Heath and David. I feel like I barely know them, now that I think about it.

Time can be pretty irrelevant, when it comes to knowing someone.

And it’s funny how certain aspects of people never seem to change.


....I kinda realized the cd that my cousin deftly pitched God knows where, it had...really good songs on there. Like Everlong and Perry Mason, to name a few. I dont think I have them anywhere else, asides from that cd. =\


And now they're gone for now.


But I will (try) to get my songs again!


Because music means a lot to me. Indeed indeed.


A few months ago, it was almost dark, when I was walking home from class. I was walking down Sip, lost in thought, when I accidentally kicked a rock. I watched in awe as the rock was flipping and skipping in place. I really enjoyed myself, kicking it down countless blocks, till it developed a tendency to skip off into the heavy traffic, where I had to rescue it quite a few times. For safekeeping, I nestled it in a small niche between these two Arabic stores, and every time I pass by, I check on it, to see if it’s still there.

I showed my rock to my friend, and where it was stored. It struck me, while I was showing her and telling her about it, how I could come off as really….weird. Or eccentric. *laughs*


My friend, her sister and me were walking past the store yesterday, when we saw my rock was gone. =\


Ah well. If it was meant to be, it will be.

With my luck though, I’ll find it again because someone woulda thrown it at my head or something XD


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