Thursday, November 29, 2012

Work Music

Friday, November 9, 2012

One of those nights... (Jerry the 2nd)

So Hong comes into the house and asks why does it smell bad. First she suggests its the fridge, which is kinda true but it doesnt stink that way... so i thought it was the trash, but i cleared the trash and its not that. As i was clearing the trash i realized there was no smell from the trash.. Oh well whatever right? just ignored it.. turned the vents on and just continued on. Had a shower before bed time, thinking oh i can go to bed before my short road trip tomorrow to NC for Arvic's party (It's been awhile since i saw him and felt guilty LOL). I come down to grab a cup of water after my shower and decide to check the cabinet, a couple of seconds after getting the water and thinking it could be the rat trap.

And yes, i was right... another rat....Danny's rat traps work really well. Had a serious debate internally whether to just leave it there for someone else to deal with it or just bury it tonight. As usual i decided to get it done tonight. So i changed into shorts and some used clothes for this week, and dug a grave in the dark. I did somehow manage to wake the bird that resides in his/her nest in the garage. It was berserk probably confused because there was light, poor thing. As i was trying to get dead rat out i left the door open, for ease of passage, and that is when Mr.Birdy decides to fly in and stay above my work desk.. spent the next 20-30mins making bird noises and turning on and off lights to lure it outside.. Guess what? That worked..

Buried Jerry the 2nd and showered again  lol...left the cleaning up for Eric (my roommate). At least it doesnt smell anymore. One of the weirder nights in my life. Oh well..something to remember, best get back to bed. Need to drive at 5 am. Hong wants to visit Duke before the party.

This is my trip with Hong for the weekend:

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Saturday, November 3, 2012

Stray Love


A dying fire,
A wilting flower,
A moon drowning in the presence of dawn
Who will love this strange heart,
Who will bear the mark of a passerby...

A broken record,
A missing chord,
The mind of a wanderer
The allegiance to none

There is no place for this stray love
A stranger in creation
Meaning lost in translation
Honest convictions, bolder action
But a love that does not belong in this world,
A witness of kindness,
Tainted by avaricious judgments
Forgotten in the waves of time

It don't belong here,
It don't belong here,
Pain misunderstood for shame
The stares of my imaginary friends