tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32256702011-04-21T11:12:30.008-07:00of blogs and pigsBored Pigs and What They Dopeegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114441397367761705noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225670.post-1118152644329018972005-06-07T06:53:00.000-07:002005-06-07T06:57:24.330-07:00I'll be moving here :)peegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114441397367761705noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225670.post-1118067863202962082005-06-06T06:45:00.000-07:002005-06-06T07:26:25.023-07:00TragedyAbout a month ago I travelled to San Jose, Costa Rica for business. There I met Laura."Every once in a while I'd see her smileAnd she'd turn my day aroundA girl with those eyesCould stare through the liesAnd see what your heart was saying"She was, as what the boss had said - a fun loving, spirited person."Think of Laura but laugh don't cryI know she'd want it that wayWhen you think of peegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114441397367761705noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225670.post-1117724221191699352005-06-02T07:52:00.000-07:002005-06-02T08:07:41.836-07:00Someone from work just came back from the USA and brought home a bag of M&M Dark Chocolates.All I can say is that they are sooooooo good.I think it's a limited edition version though. NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!So I went and searched google and found out there was a Dark Chocolate KitKat limited edition as well.Why? Why? Why! are dark chocolates released in limited editions? Do they cost more? Are they peegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114441397367761705noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225670.post-1117199477584152072005-05-27T06:05:00.000-07:002005-05-27T06:11:17.590-07:00The weekend is finally here!weekend duty manager, bunch of system changes, tons of work...i wish this weekend would pass by as fast as the other "fast" weekends...but seeing that this week has gone by so slowly, I'm betting that this weekend will be slower than usual.got to renew my driver's license last Tuesday and it only took less than an hour! Yay!looking back at my first post, the post date peegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114441397367761705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225670.post-1116857522970818072005-05-23T07:05:00.000-07:002005-05-23T07:12:02.976-07:00As I type, there is this cockroach crawling around my workstation. I am faced with a dilemma, should I kill it, or let it live? The power of holding one's life in your hands. Its getting closer...SQUASH!!!damn...i missed! it has scurried off between the lan wires and the switches...oh well, till the next time we meet.in the meantime...peegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114441397367761705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225670.post-1097062473062662472004-10-06T04:30:00.000-07:002004-10-06T04:53:10.713-07:00Sweet Surrender
(A Marriage Vow)I do,with all my heart,take you,my love, as my wife,to love you,not all your life, but for the rest of mine.And I assure you,that through the storms,and through the fire,for better and for worse,I will be there,for you, for our family,and death shall see, that it has,in now way,have power over my love.Know my darling that I never,never,intend to hurt you,nor do I peegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114441397367761705noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225670.post-1093522295483522952004-08-26T05:03:00.000-07:002004-08-26T05:11:35.483-07:00Celestial Shower
The stars are not alone this midnight morning,
for the moon opens the door of the sky,
for the visitors so grand, and so innumerable.
Distraught are these jewels that fall from the sky,
nomads wandering carelessly through the desert.
Like tears that streak down an infant's cheek,
they draw their transient mark on the night's surface.
And for a brief moment, the nothingness is peegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114441397367761705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225670.post-1093330239445195502004-08-23T23:45:00.000-07:002004-08-23T23:58:54.066-07:00Prelude to a Kiss
My love, I ask for your silence;
Part not your lips, lest a strand of your voice escape;
But in its stead, enchant me with your oh-so radiant smile.
Gaze into the depths of my soul with your ever still eyes,
and hear the words that I could never say.
My love, I ask for you silence;
Lay in my arms as a baby does in her mother's womb,
stirring as if you were asleep on a bed of peegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114441397367761705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225670.post-1093265131375907232004-08-23T05:39:00.000-07:002004-08-23T06:45:26.853-07:00An Angel's Lament
As her wings come to rest on this earth I walk upon,
her soft feet shall once more carry the weight of her heavy heart.
For free will was never her choice to have,
and again the task has come to be done.
The tears well anew in her eyes, so countless, yet never cried out.
She knows too well her touch will be a fleeting second,
and yet she steals for all eternity.
Gabriel, angel peegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114441397367761705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225670.post-1092730241502154142004-08-17T01:07:00.000-07:002004-08-17T01:10:41.503-07:00Stages
Eyes meet.You turn away,She looks on,You glance again,Eyes meet.Two warm smiles,You meet halfway,You walk,You talk,Eyes meet.You kiss,...soul meets soul...you fall in lovepeegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114441397367761705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225670.post-1092658389463736472004-08-16T05:08:00.000-07:002004-08-16T05:13:09.463-07:00Early Mornings
Be jolted,
from such peaceful slumber;
Just to taste,
stale, stagnant spit;
To feel,
the chill touch of the air;
And see,
the grass weep forcibly;
If then is such,
greet the early morning sadly.
Or awaken,
to new beginnings;
For a chance to taste,
a lover's sweet kiss;
To feel,
the heart still beating;
And to see,
one's dreams come true;
If then is such,
greet the early mornings peegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114441397367761705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225670.post-1092319911563907282004-08-12T07:11:00.000-07:002004-08-12T07:25:27.826-07:00As If I Were Naked
As if I were naked,
You gaze at me, yet I am unabashed,
for it is as if my every scar, my every wrinkle,
you see as thorns on a roses' stalk.
As numerous as the stars above,
all my sins, my faults, seem distant to you,
that is why they do not burn you,
though you are careful not to admire them so much,
lest you forget the fire that rages within them.
You walk freely into mypeegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114441397367761705noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225670.post-90929792002-01-27T08:54:00.000-08:002004-08-16T05:45:57.500-07:00Eternally
Eternally,
not fleeting, nor momentary,
that is how much I need you.
Forever,
not for a second, nor for a day,
that is how long I will want you.
As the butterfly flutters,
from flower to flower,
to nourish itself.
I will not stray from the rose that is you.
And when you can no longer feed me,
my touch will never leave your touch
I will stay,
and sadly, surely, I will die,
yet I willpeegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114441397367761705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225670.post-77228672001-12-07T02:06:00.000-08:002004-08-16T05:44:50.206-07:00Stoned Insanity
It starts with the serenity of a flowing river,
the mind, floating calmly, through the soothing ether.
And the ears will not hear a thousand words,
save for the breeze and the chant of the birds.
The waters are not a stir, so the eyes will shut close,
and peaceful sleep will come, soon the chaos.
So the journey begins for sanity’s demise,
the currents will wake as the tides willpeegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114441397367761705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225670.post-76626902001-12-05T05:14:00.000-08:002004-08-16T05:42:37.203-07:00Paper Cartons
saw a man,
looking for, seeing none
a home on an empty street.
all he had, all it was,
a paper carton, holed and brown.
dinner table, house, and bed,
it was all he had, and it was all it was.
a paper carton, tattered and torn.
saw a kid,
eyes full of wonder, mind raging,
imagination in his laughter.
But all he had, and all it will ever be,
a paper carton, big and new.
a spaceship,peegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114441397367761705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3225670.post-75004132001-11-29T07:00:00.000-08:002001-11-29T07:00:02.630-08:00so here it is...my first post...can i call it my first blog? hell, i can call it whatever i want, its my own blogger...why am i doing this? because i'm bored...bored to the point of insanity...staying in the office until 11pm is no joke...part of it is because you have no one to joke around with...shit...the things people do for success...and because it took me ten minutes to set up this blogger peegeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08114441397367761705noreply@blogger.com0