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mardi, décembre 29, 2009
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It's odd how time slips by so quickly. It seems as only yesterday I was being tied to a flag pole. As time moves on we attempt to forge bonds, that last only a meager amount of time, before time pulls it a part.
I've been fortunate to at least keep a bit of time at bay from my social life. Some of my friends, that I'm still acquanted with I've known for ages. Even if at the beginning of our relationship's we were but barely acquanted.
Those whom I thought were my closest friends through my child hood were not. Those who I thought were good people; were sometimes better, and sometimes worse. Those I once wanted to keep with me forever, by their own accord drifted away into silence; seldom to be heard from.
Many floated off to far away lands, while some just decided to drop the phone as they reached for their own success.
I ponder now, as I wait for my day of endentured service to begin; What friends will I have towards the end of my life? What bonds will I have that can last the sands? I've no clue. However, I don't want to lose anyone in my attempt to gain success. If I can take all those around me, with me when I reach my goal, I will be greater than I ever thought I'd be.
I apologise to any and all I've allowed to wander the sand of this worlds desert without me. I never wanted that to be so.
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vendredi, avril 17, 2009
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Alright, as most of you know I work for a Market Research Company. Since that being the case, I thought I would toss a link to our database up. If you sign up, you may recieve a call from consumer opinion services, they'll give you a quick survey and if you qualify for one of the research groups they'll invite you over to my office, and ask you some questions about a product of some sort and give you a bit of cash. If it sounds like something you wouldn't mind doing, I recomend you check it out. http://cosvc.netpaths.net/index.php?office=portland
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mardi, septembre 30, 2008
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Alright, as many of you don't know, and some of you do, this past weekend I went to Canada. Honestly, I was willingly stolen away by Courtney, which is something I rather enjoyed.
Canada was a blast, the weather was not bad in the slightest. We ran a little late to catch our ferrie when we first got to the port where we were due to cross. So our ferrie had left without us. No big deal though, we had fun pursuing the shops around the little town, of Port Angeles. (Even though we had to wait 4 hours for the next Ferrie.) Whilst we awaited at the dock for the ferrie mind you, I discovered the batteries I had claimed, were to cheap to work my camera.
Once we landed to an undisclosed city somewhere in Canada, we wandered around the bay until we located our final destination for the weekend. (Which only had one person who was native to Canada working at it mind you.) Since we had arrived so late, that was it for our first day.
On our second day, we combed the streets for little holes in the walls, in search of odd shops, as we made our way to the maritime museum. I would love to post some pictures of it, especially since they have some rather remarkable artifacts within it. However, due to my great insight, I had yet to buy batteries. Once that was done we combed the streets once more for the barber shop, Sweeny Todd, and located it, beside a lovly little lunch place that served traditional southern food. The place mind you is called pig.
Later on that evening, we returned to fetch food, merriment, and a hot tub bath. (Relax the feet, relax the feet.) Oh! We also did a ghost walk around the haunted sites in canada.
Pursers Log~ Day 3 Ahh... Breakfast in bed, The BC Museum, spectactular, more food from pig, a walk up to Craigdarroch Castle, that ended in a bit of failure, and a lovly dinner in a mediteranian restuarant. Also a reservation in another one for the following night? Wow, what a day, dispite walking for several miles and tiring out Courtney on the way to the castle.
Alright, on day four, I awoke as earlier as the day star, the cursed thing, Courtney and I journeyed up to Craigdarroch Castle. (Where we took a bus, Courtney had advised me that we should have ridden a bus, but eh.. I'm cheap.)Where I took a picture, of another picture. Later on, whilst I was going through picture, Courtney and I discovered an old man in the picture, wearing clothes a bit out of period with white hair. This baffled her and I, for no one else was in the room with us, when I took the picture. Looking at the portrait on the wall of the room we were in, the person in the image looked oddly.. akin... I'll post this up later when I have time.
With all this done, we made our way to China Town. Wandering aimlessly through the streets and art galleries buying a trinket or two. Then finnishing up returning to our room.
Day 5, was the return journey, which was awesome, though now looking back on it, I feel bad because I fell asleep once we hit Olypia. Anyway, the Moral of this story is, allowing your significant other to steal you away is well worth it. Everyone should try it at least once.
~Fin~ Vox
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mercredi, août 20, 2008
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Drama included, I had a blast this past weekend.
Though, I am not without my flaws, (Honestly, I had a chainmaile ball in my bag and I couldn't find it until; after the game, and we played stickball with apples in duck tape.) drama appeared. However, even with such a thing rearing it's ugly head I had fun. This weekend I was me, "The Russian Judge", "Vox the Zombie", "Bob", "The Stickball Player", "Vox founder of the Order of the Stick" and of course, "Vox the friend".
I met several really cool people over the course of the event, I also remade old acquantances. However, I believe the Winds of Fortune, is an even more known ship as of now.
Perhaps the most important thing that occured over the weekend is that I am now a Blackthorne. Which rocks.
Hazzah! for Blackthorne Revel!
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vendredi, février 08, 2008
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Blood Soaked Hardwood.
Grasp vengeance with both hands. Akin to gripping splintered fragments of glass. Wounding delicate digits. Digits that once graced tender skin. With such love, that none could compete. Now just pain remains. For love did change. Since foolish lips did part. I am fool, no longer. I hurt you so.
I know, you forgive me not.
It's been a long time since the last time I wrote. Comments on this would be nice. It's rare that I get them on my poetic writings....
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jeudi, février 07, 2008
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I was tagged by Bugsroy and Shellie, so blame them.
The game is played by listing 10 random things about me, and then I tag 10 of my friends and they are supposed to do the same things, list their 10 randoms and tag 10 friends. The catch is if I tagged you, you can't tag me back. So here it goes. 1. I'm addicted to WOKFU
2. I am not wearing shoe and socks right now
3. I've been to more stats then I care to remember.
4. My nickname is Voxanadu, however it was shortened to Vox.
5. I like Ice Skating
6. Swimming rocks. 7. Tae-kwon-do is something I once did. 8. My main goal in life is to thrive.
9. I enjoy school. 10. I'm Stubborn.
I'm tagging.... Cindi Loo, Scott, Stacy, Tanjen, Caitlin thats right Cat!, Lady Mina, Luke, Karen, Ashlee, Angie.
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jeudi, février 07, 2008
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mercredi, octobre 24, 2007
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Vox qoutes.
Never allow yourself to become so attached to someone that without them you change who you are. (This is because I change constantly, because of this.)
Treat everyone else as if they were more important then yourself, because they are, but you should be as important to them, because you're just as important.
Never do something to someone that you wouldn't want them to do to you.
If you're going to love someone put all of yourself into them.
Never give up on love, or those around you. Have faith in your passion.
Remember you may be able to do anything, even better then others, but let them do things too.
Death is not an option, it'll make others sad.
Remember the only constant that I have is me and maybe god. So I wont do anything that I'm unable to live with, because I am the only garantee that I have, until I'm dead.
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lundi, août 06, 2007
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I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes, but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
"Hello Barry, how are you today?"
"H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good."
"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"
"Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time."
"Good. Anything I can help you with?"
"No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."
"Would you like take some home?" asked Mr. Miller.
"No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with."
"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"
"All I got's my prize marble here."
"Is that right? Let me see it" said Miller.
"Here 'tis. She's a dandy."
"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?" the store owner asked.
"Not zackley but almost."
"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble", Mr. Miller told the boy.
"Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store."
I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.
Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.
Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.
"Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt."
"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho "
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
The Moral : We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.
Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself. An unexpected phone call from an old friend. Green stoplights on your way to work. The fastest line at the grocery store. A good sing-along song on the radio. Your keys found right where you left them.
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vendredi, août 03, 2007
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Sexe : Male
Statut : En couple
Age : 23
Zodiaque: Poisson
Ville : VANCOUVER
Région : Washington
Pays: US
Date d’inscription :: 28/03/2005
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