tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33347162011-04-21T15:50:12.989-07:00The Lunatik's Asylum v.1.05There's a certain something missing that the treble can't erase... Listening to the radio I feel so out of place...I know you can tell just by looking at my face...A word about my weakness... I'm totally addicted to bass.. wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comBlogger651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-1081822802558207252004-04-12T19:20:00.000-07:002004-04-12T19:22:52.076-07:00Memories from 1989 :: Written Words that went unsaid I was cleaning stuff up when i came across these papers...an old letter fell from the pile. I was very touching. Staff Seargent Kathleen Reburiano nee Ortega wrote in 1989 about me: Dear Wilfred, All the times i have been mean to you or disapproved of your behavior, i am sorry, you are one of the most forgiving, sensitive, and honest wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-1081818032831481912004-04-12T18:00:00.000-07:002004-04-12T18:03:22.496-07:00Precious Moments :: spEYEder Boi Int: Unincorporated San Mateo County Pollen hangs thick in the air as the warm spring breeze blows across our hero's face. It is early morning. Birds chirp along with the sounds of a bablling brook as Johnny G and Wil arrive at the beginnings of somebody's mansion. W: Hey John, i'm going to go ahead and take a few measurements out in the street, OK? j: Go wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-1081212921236266582004-04-05T17:55:00.000-07:002004-04-05T17:58:03.106-07:00WANTED :: strongbad sound file... and it goes a lil something like this... "Scroll Button Scroll Button, one two - one two, and if you swing by my crib I can scroll wit you." "Email Email, wot wot, da Email" wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-1080092533118385592004-03-23T17:42:00.000-08:002004-03-23T17:45:51.060-08:00Precious Moments :: moley moley moley Int: Garage. There are plates strewn about the floor. Buddha, JT and Will just finish up thier 2nd to the last set. It is chest workout day. JT: DUDE! WHAT the HELL IS THAT?!?!? w: I don't know did somebody let a gerble out or a hamster? Buddha: KILL IT! Will, wearing only slippers gets onto of the weight bench. JT scrambles to the steps. Buddha wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-1080014126783599052004-03-22T19:55:00.000-08:002004-03-22T19:57:55.576-08:00Ponder a poem :: Sorbet for the Soul I lie here bathed in darkness with only light coming down from a full moon and a clear night who wears a cape of stars as if a grand ball, the stars dance in the sky with the moon gliding slowly through like a pair so madly in love that the crowd begins to blur as thier gaze locks i make a wish as a star shoots across into the treeline i smile after wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-933858182003-04-28T00:14:00.000-07:002003-04-28T01:21:18.000-07:00Precious Moments :: Conversing with Anonymous Fade In: Int: Red Room. A and Will sit on a couple of bean bags on the floor, each draped in a separate blanket while the Way of the Gun DVD is playing on the big screen TV. A: i'd like a white chick, around 5'2" or 5'3", so i can kick her around W: Well, they'd have to be southern European or something because i don't think there are many 5'2wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-878706892003-01-22T16:53:00.000-08:002003-01-23T17:18:15.000-08:00Precious Moments :: a soon to be classic Dino Rant D: I'm going to tell my friends to NOT to go to your store. I wouldn't want you to inflict that on my friends.. [by this time, the receiver of this rant should be in tears] Shut up!! I'll give you some F-in customer service, B!tch! Editor's note: Customer Service is the belt worn around Dino's waistwilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-878161252003-01-21T18:15:00.000-08:002003-01-21T18:19:20.000-08:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Levanten Sus Armas! (raise your weapons!) Otra Vez! ponder: what kind of new firearm should Big Willy get? a) binelli semi automatic shotgun b) Winchester Model 1300, Black Shadow® Deer & Black Shadow® Cantilever c) sig sauer ssg3000 Ok, so forget those things, i fell in love with a new one while i was eating lunch...here: It's the Heckler and Koch Field Pump FP6 12 wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-878158572003-01-21T18:09:00.000-08:002003-01-21T18:09:46.803-08:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Tool Time with Dino. Last night, Dino had this crazy idea to redo the trunk liner of this 92 civic coupe. So, with out any plans we headed out to Home Depot to purchase a sheet of MDF (that's medium density fiberboard). 10 minutes of searching go by and we find that: a) MDF doesn't exist in sheets b) we'd need to use hardboard instead All the way in the back of the store,wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-874492672003-01-14T18:02:00.000-08:002003-01-14T18:02:09.916-08:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Levanten Sus Armas! (raise your weapons!) ponder: what kind of new firearm should Big Willy get? a) binelli semi automatic shotgun b) Winchester Model 1300, Black Shadow® Deer & Black Shadow® Cantilever c) sig sauer ssg3000 wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-874488922003-01-14T17:54:00.000-08:002003-01-14T17:54:24.046-08:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Sorbetes para la Alma (ice cream for the soul) 10.1.03 Sno Drift JT, Norman "the swinger" Chow, and Gentle Flower (Liz) all went to Sno drift. About 30 minutes and 3 drinks later Liz and I were ordering drinks in the dank hip hop room. From JT's perspective here's what he saw: So I'm standing there, right behind Willieboy when this guy comes up from behind him. At wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-865956282002-12-27T10:39:00.000-08:002002-12-27T11:03:32.000-08:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Ponder Words of Wisdom There are probably 2 prayers i live by to maintain my spiritual wellbeing. The Serenity Prayer is commonly associated with recoverring addicts while the prayer of St. Ignatius is one that i have said since learning it in high school. Though both guide me on how to live my life, the Serenity prayer gives me a sense of reality for I am a dreamer. wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-855089592002-12-04T16:17:00.000-08:002002-12-04T16:17:05.060-08:00Gremlins in the Garage :: Tool time with Dean Friday night i get a call from Dino. He wanted to come over and I would help him with the installation of his foglights. Note to Wil: I'll finish laterwilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-855045042002-12-04T14:39:00.000-08:002002-12-04T16:14:25.000-08:00Pumping Irony :: Conversations with JT JT and I had a conversation the other day while we were lifting. Usually it's about some non-sensical things, but this time around it actually pertained to my present situation. His deep insight into the W persona is that "Wil, you gotta stop having many targets and just pick one for the time being. More than 1 girl is hard enough, but 5?" Then JT said, wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-855044442002-12-04T14:38:00.000-08:002002-12-04T14:39:07.000-08:00Ladder Theory :: a possible Explanation (taken directly from the web site) Exes Exes are not a special case in the ladder. Usually when someone gets broken up with it's because the other person thinks they can do better on the Ladder. Or already has. If you didn't think you could do better why would you leave the one you were with? The usual pattern for exes is to try to be friends, realize wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-854558292002-12-03T17:25:00.000-08:002002-12-03T17:25:48.016-08:00The Red Room :: Conversations with Dean Dean and i were discussing the Ladder Theory: http://www.dallaslynn.com/iw/masterladder.html It's pretty funny to me because it's so true. Of course there are other terms and phrases like: cuddle bitch(n) - a guy who never gets to sleep with a girl but gets to have intimate moments with her like cuddling, spooning, or otherwise being affectionate. wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-854556232002-12-03T17:21:00.000-08:002002-12-03T17:26:48.000-08:00Thanksgiving :: Menu I cooked 2 birds for our Saturday party. 1 Bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon each covered with salt pepper, 8 cloves of garlic, oregano. Inside i stuffed a halved orange and 1/4 an onion. It took 5 hours to cook while basting every 20 minutes. The end result proved to be well given the look on people's faces as they ate. For my dessert i made 2 flavors of ice cream: apple piewilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-847336682002-11-18T16:28:00.000-08:002004-04-12T18:19:25.250-07:00The Red Room :: Conversations with Dean w: Dino, do you ever wonder what a deaf chick sounds like when she's about to bust one? d: Nah man, i don't even think about sh!t like that. The sounds they would make wouldn't exactly be sexually appealing.wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-844476802002-11-12T17:53:00.000-08:002002-11-12T17:53:42.280-08:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Quotes of the day MtyMouse02: that must be some damn good missionary HPaz: The only time it's allowed to drink and drive is when you're having sex. Look Who's Talking: Ya spend 9 months getting out and the rest of your life trying to get back in.wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-841949392002-11-07T15:17:00.000-08:002002-11-12T17:52:15.000-08:00Dreamland Domicile :: Soliloquy Seated, with a menthol light in my hand, i write by candle light. The flame flickers as to taunt me to snuff it out. I wonder. For the first time i dare to dig deep within the dark abyss i call my soul. I have bene so afraid to say the things i wanted to say with the hope of preserving the bliss of stolen moments. Moments where i, for that brief time, could wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-836901442002-10-28T16:47:00.000-08:002002-10-28T16:47:52.126-08:00Ice Cream Dreamery :: New Flavors With a fresh batch, made my first delivery to Ri, Marianne, and Quel's pad. They seem to like it very much, though i know they're going to hate me for making them have to run extra laps because of the new pint of espresso i delivered. From what i gather, the new batch is smooth, not too sweet, and the coffee is not overpowering though you can feel the caffine wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-836900202002-10-28T16:44:00.000-08:002002-10-28T16:44:47.030-08:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Soliloquy There is noting worse than the throbbing pain of a 3 day old migrane that never seems to want to die. The pain is so intense that even speaking would drive me to want to hurl the previous meal. But by this morning, it seems to be a little peep of a headache that lives in just behind my right eye and borrows to the back of my ear. wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-835233232002-10-25T13:37:00.000-07:002002-10-25T13:37:34.250-07:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Soliloquy The winter of my past pales in comparison to the spring of the waning days of my youth. I searched for answers to questions i long since had of "you never know" and "perhaps in another lifetime" These words once gave me hope in something that was the embodiment of everything i could ask for - perfection. But i know now that it is something that will never see wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-830768042002-10-16T12:38:00.000-07:002002-10-16T12:38:49.736-07:00Ice Cream Dreamery :: New Flavor Hacia una nuevo typo de sorbetes: cafe con leche. El primero resultos del sabor es bueno, pero necesita mas sabor del cafe. Creo que hacer un mas fuerte taza de cafe. wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-830409972002-10-15T18:24:00.000-07:002002-10-15T18:24:15.840-07:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Soliloquy I awoke pretty early this morning to get to the blood lab to get some work done. Little did i know that it would take 1/2 an hour extra because of fouled up paperwork. So the lady walks up and opens this Fedex package. In it was 11 vials that were to be filled with blood! So about 1 1/2 cups of blood later and some juice, i arrive at work...literally drained. wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-827125732002-10-08T16:45:00.000-07:002002-10-08T16:45:06.253-07:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Quote of the Day "she wasn't the droid he was looking for" - talking to Bartleby "That's about 20 pounds of rack she's carrying there" - Dino wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-827120342002-10-08T16:32:00.000-07:002002-10-08T16:32:40.146-07:00Ice Cream Dreamery :: New Flavor I'm proud to announce that i've added 3 new flavors in the product line: Lime, Strawberry Lavender, and Pineapple Orange Guava. Let me know if you want to taste/have a pint. wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-826582322002-10-07T15:38:00.000-07:002002-10-08T18:49:15.000-07:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Soliloquy Lately i've been chasing a dream that is you. In chasing that dream, i go through many emotions some good and some bad, but all at the same time and i hate it all. You are one who can brighten up my life with just one look. You make me laugh and smile, but at the same time, you don't know how some of the things you say can hurt. You tend to put me down in wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-825291812002-10-04T12:48:00.000-07:002006-03-07T23:06:35.730-08:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Soliloquy2 rules to live by:a) never break the first rule of the bodyguard: never fall in loveb) never break Bell Biv Devoe's golden rule: never trust a big butt and a smileCorrolary to the 2 rules:UnderstandGirl, I'm a different brandI'm not the average manI can show you things you've never seenI'm making plans to fly to the South FranceI got two tickets in my handSo baby wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-820581312002-09-24T12:58:00.000-07:002002-09-24T23:14:16.000-07:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Aside Upon Dean's request, i started writing my book: " Circles in the Sand." I alrady have a title dedicated to him. "Conversations with Dean" will cover just about every meniacal "talk" we've had and it'll include every funny,devious plan our imaginations cover. Or, maybe i should just write a book on "conversations with dean"wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-820575372002-09-24T12:45:00.000-07:002002-09-24T12:45:21.166-07:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Soliloquy I just found out that my Benz has a disease. When the external temperature gets over 100 degrees Farenheit, the light turn signal system shorts! I made an appointment with MB on Wendesday to determine the problem. I hope that i get an E class replacement this time around. The last time, they gave me the bastard twin of my car. Believe me, i can tell the wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-820010242002-09-23T10:13:00.000-07:002002-09-23T10:13:11.186-07:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Ponder a Poem This happens to be one of my favorite poems. "After a While" After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises and you begin to accept your defeats wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-819983022002-09-23T09:06:00.000-07:002002-09-23T09:06:06.530-07:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Soliloquy After battling my latest bout with insomnia, i witnessed the most beautiful sight this morning. For the first time, i am able to know what a sunrise looks like at my place. The sun rises over the hill and the first rays of light enter the kitchen as if God 's own hand slapped me to wake the hell up. In an effort to tire myself out, i was there being creative. I wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-819252152002-09-21T13:58:00.000-07:002002-09-21T13:58:22.376-07:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Soliloquy Yes folks, it's a nice saturday and i'm spending it here at work. Last night despite some some incidents, i found myself enjoying the evening. I saw my friends and found myself surrounded by beautiful women on the dancefloor. I caught up with Kat whom i haven't seen in many years. So i asked her to dance. of course i had to illustrate my age by dancing those wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-818951082002-09-20T17:44:00.000-07:002002-09-20T17:44:27.303-07:00This one caught my eye....the story of my life... Oh tell me why We do almost everything that lovers do And that's why it's hard just to be friends with you Every time your heart is broken by the fool I want you to know that it hurts me too It's hard to wipe your tears away Knowing that you should be with me Now tell me why Why are we still friends When everything says We should be morewilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-817954722002-09-18T16:48:00.000-07:002002-09-18T17:25:59.000-07:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Soliloquy Sometimes you find inspiration in the strangest of places. Before i left for work i was IM'ing Dizzy about why we are both geneticaly drawn to McD's fries. As it turns out, it was all our mothers ate when they were pregnant with us. As i drove home, i found myself running low on fuel. So i exit and gas up at the 76 on Millbrae Ave. Just as I was about to makewilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-817037732002-09-16T19:52:00.000-07:002002-09-16T19:52:13.300-07:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Soliloquy If ever there was a Monday that i didn't want to look forward to it would be this one. That's because i don't want the weekend to end. It was one of those weekends that start off slow and lull you to sleep right when you've done what you needed to do. I had a permanent smile for so long that my cheeks still hurt. I found bliss in the simplest of situations. Iwilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-815782892002-09-13T18:49:00.000-07:002002-09-13T18:49:54.136-07:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Soliloquy work sucks. mood 1 :: work life Talking about you using me but it all depends on what you do It ain't too bad the way you're using me Cause I sure am using you to do the things you do Ah ha to do the things you do -Bill Withers "Use me up" mood 2 :: personal life The lonliness of nights alone The search for strength to carry on My every hope had seemed wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-814793312002-09-11T16:26:00.000-07:002002-09-16T19:20:52.000-07:00Tomatinas :: Lunch with eLiza The more i see eLiza, the more i am reminded of what i miss about her. She's funny in a way that only she can make it where "you're not going to win one from me" seems to be the undercurrent of her humor. But that doesn't keep me from trying. She is like a perrenial flower that doesn't seem to change no matter the climate. I, on the other hand, i have, and wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-814689092002-09-11T12:15:00.000-07:002002-09-11T16:26:55.000-07:00060902 Camping :: Big Basin, Santa Cruz Mountains If there was a day filled with fear and anxiety, i'd have to say it would be this one. forst of all, i have been dealing with the fact that Bartleby is leaving us for Novato. That left me with much worry about job security for my future is uncertain here at work. By trade, an engineer i do make. I am a buildser of vast mechanized cities wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-813853782002-09-09T19:32:00.000-07:002002-09-09T19:32:41.670-07:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Soliloquy If she feels the same she'll letcha know Just prepare yourself or be ready to go And I hope this message stays in your mind Cause you almost lost a girl who is right on time There's one more thing that ya got to know Just cool it down and stay in control - new edition "cool it now" The way we left the spot All systems ready to go She said, “Sit back and wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-811632982002-09-04T17:01:00.000-07:002002-09-04T17:01:55.200-07:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Soliloquy There are probably 2 things on my mind that have been keeping me up at night: what i want in a relationship and why would i want it now. I was talking to Gentle Flower last night and we were talking about many things regarding this. I finally came to the realization that my stubborn subconscious is driving me to hook up with somebody despite the fact that Ri's wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-811012422002-09-03T11:52:00.000-07:002002-09-03T15:02:40.000-07:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Soliloquy Yet another happy Tuesday. I'm sleepy, tired, and altogether content. I'm still recoverring from the typical 3 - day party weekend. Bartley and I wound up at safeway for lunch. Afterwards, i got a haircut at the usual place with Krista. Krista, my regular gal, is one of the coolest hairdressers around. She always manages to get my hair cut just right not to wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-808420442002-08-28T14:59:00.000-07:002002-08-28T21:12:48.000-07:00Dinner :: Thai Stix Sometimes when you think you've had enough, somebody suprises you with a gift. That's what i got that night with Dizzy. For years it seemed like we parted our separate ways. For all the love that one can have for another, you'd think that it would all go away over time, but it doesn't. I got a beginning when i thought it was already the end. You see, when i was younger, wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-797105302002-08-01T17:16:00.000-07:002004-04-12T18:10:38.123-07:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Soliloquy I know it's been a while since i've last spoken to you. I'm here at work, alone. There's a little sense of freedom when you're here at work all alone. I figgure i've got about 15 minutes left before i go. Today was pretty hectic with all the projects we had to ship out on top of the regular duties this pathetic engineer must muddle through. But, tomorrow is wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-795709362002-07-29T17:19:00.000-07:002002-07-30T15:02:44.000-07:00Glas Kat :: Clubbnig 2nd straight! 190702 :: America West Flight 453 to Las Vegas I remember the first time i ever folde on an airplane. I was five years old and was off to see my grandfather for the very last time. He died a week earlier while visiting us. He suffered from a stroke. He was large man with big hands and taller than my dad. I still crack a tearly smile whenever i think of wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-794163882002-07-25T18:10:00.000-07:002002-07-25T18:10:10.003-07:00Rouge :: Clubbing with Norman, michelle, merit, mary, jane, her friend, and grace, and 2 other girls. Yes oh yes. I'm definitely going to have to talk about this one later.wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-793609442002-07-24T13:20:00.000-07:002002-07-30T15:03:43.000-07:00Cubicle Purgatory :: Soliloquy Well i'm here again...i keep on meaning to bring my notebook since i wrote a lot during my vegas trip. I hope to remember tomorrow morning to bring it to work. I'm feeling pretty grumpy today. Maybe it's because i spent the whole morning puking my guts out because of last night's dinner. I just got a call from Norman. We're setting things up for the weekend. wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-791684922002-07-19T15:54:00.000-07:002002-07-19T15:54:47.420-07:00Sushi Lovers :: Lunch with eLiza I had arrived at her work 5 minutes late. My pounding heart could be seen as i held the copy of "wave" i found on the couch in the lobby. Every beat could be seen from a slight flutter in the paper as i tried to read it. Yeah, i'm nervous. I hadn't seen her in years. I didn't know how she'd look, react, or even be. Times changes people, especially with mewilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-790767202002-07-17T13:08:00.000-07:002004-04-12T18:11:00.763-07:00King Egg roll :: Lunch with Tine Tine came by today... got to finish this one later. Sushi Lovers Tomorrow :: Lunch with eLiza i'm thinking the black cat on friday nght And I swear you're just like a pill Instead of making me better You keep making me ill You keep making me ill -pink, "you're just like a pill"wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-790449312002-07-16T19:19:00.000-07:002002-07-22T17:44:41.000-07:00cubcile domicile :: ponder a song In the morning light Half awake and half asleep Have you ever laid there thinking Was it all a dream? But you reach out and she's there Every moment, everywhere Have you ever been in love? Have you ever felt How far a heart can fall Have you ever stayed up waiting For a telephone call Just to hear her say hello 'Cause you miss each other so Have wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-788760232002-07-12T12:51:00.000-07:002002-07-22T17:44:10.000-07:00110702:: dinner :: El Torito dinner was ho hum at best. The company was great. I didn't know how much of a small world it is. I met Ivan (again) and Cyn. It turns out we had much to talk about. Ivan is cut from the samefraternial cloth as i. In fact we've had many of the same stories to tell. Cyn is from UCB. She knows the Berkeley crew i hang with from time to time. It's really a small wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-788430312002-07-11T18:20:00.000-07:002002-07-12T12:52:08.000-07:00Chevy's :: lunch The outside temperature gauge on the display in the shiny silver car read 109 degrees Farenheit when Bartleby and I arrived at the restaurant. We were a painful 10 minutes early. So we decided to wait at the patio. Shortly thereafter, Ri arrived followed by the rest of the lunch crew: Joey, Paul, and Mary. Mary had a time constraint as she had to get back to her office for wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-787929682002-07-10T14:56:00.000-07:002002-07-11T18:21:56.000-07:00embarcadero :: dinner and drinks Being it was a beautiful night out in the City by the bay, i decided to do something spontaneous and do some cruising, dinner and drinks. After driving down the Embarcadero, Dino and I dined al fresca over at the rooftop Unos. There isn't anything more dazzling that the flickering lights of the city. Right in the middle of the then died down hustle and bustle wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-787093282002-07-08T18:23:00.000-07:002002-07-11T13:45:12.000-07:00domicile :: ponder a poem dizzy. dizzy is the puzzle i could never solve that leaves me still vulernable when she smiles that girlish smile. She is an enigma shrouded in mystery bathed with insecurity that's gift wrapped in uncertainty and all tied with a great big bow of " i just don't understand her" and i never will... 550 Barneveld :: Club La Professora. There she was, standing there.wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-784863462002-07-02T18:02:00.000-07:002002-07-02T19:36:06.000-07:00cubicle purgatory :: soliloquy So, It's been about 2 days since we last spoke. My jaw feels like i've been punched and i've got this liver taste in my mouth from all the blood. I hate this! All in the name of good hygene i suppose. I really need to get my chores done at the pad. My room is lookling like a laundromat exploded. Only 2 days and counting till i see Shirley again...let the wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-783766472002-06-30T00:55:00.000-07:002002-07-02T18:03:01.000-07:00parental domicile :: soliloquy Well, there is impending doom about in the air. A trip to the DENTIST has befallen our hero! I better get some sleep before the big day! wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-783056782002-06-28T02:01:00.000-07:002002-06-28T12:54:36.000-07:00cubicle purgatory :: soliloquy I just came to the realization that some people aren't worth the effort you put forth for them. There are times when you try to the point of banging your head against a wall when a simple "wanna hang out?" is almost like pulling teeth. And then there's the BS of what people think of your actions. I don't care what they think...but god forbid they don't ask you wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-783038032002-06-28T00:19:00.000-07:002002-06-28T01:37:46.000-07:00cubicle purgatory :: soliloquy I guess it's time to recant the goings on since 21.06.02. That's Friday, June 21st to the uneducated heathens out there. 21.06.02 :: Sonoma :: Sears Point Raceway So the night before, i get a phone call from Ryan, my old roomie. We usually do somethig together since we pretty much have the same birthday. the conversaion went something like: r: Hey man, what wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-776261762002-06-11T14:46:00.000-07:002002-06-11T15:01:41.000-07:00cubicle purgatory :: soliloquy Ni Hao! Well it's yet another balmy tuesday. It's just after lunch and i'm already dying to get out of here. I've got to meet up with the wise old owl today and after that i'm off to go see about a girl. Gina is leaving for Rhode Island. So, i thought i'd see her one last time before she leaves...talk to you later...wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-773248962002-06-04T02:22:00.000-07:002002-06-11T15:01:54.000-07:00cubicle purgatory :: soliloquy Holy Snikies!?!? Yes i know what time it is. Yes i am still at work. Yes it's been a while since i last spoke with you. So, i think a recap would be in order. Since we last spoke, a number of things have happned to dear old me. a) la bruha left for good. I hope she's happy. I miss her at times... b) i got the new ride. She's sporty and german, (just the waywilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-104673522002-03-06T15:07:00.000-08:002002-03-06T15:07:52.210-08:00cubicle purgatory :: soliloquy Hello again. I'm still stuck here in this virtual hell of mine where relationships don't last, friends aren't really who they seem to be, and people really don't give a doo doo in general. So what am i to do? I'd have to say that i have been really angry with the world. Why can't people just listen to what i have to say? Am i really a monster? Do i really wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-103838022002-03-04T15:51:00.000-08:002002-03-06T15:08:20.000-08:00cubicle purgatory :: soliloquy So here i am again. I sit, wonder, and ponder about my life: where i've been, where i am, and where i want to be. Ultimately i want to be happy. Is that attainable? I don't know. Love is both a blessing and a curse all at the same time. With all the aches and pains that it comes along with, love is still a good thing. But what does it mean to truly love wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-100077972002-02-22T09:19:00.000-08:002002-02-22T09:19:19.646-08:00Well...so it's been a while. I think I better get into the habit of just writing things down. You know, there are so many times I think I have so much to say, but when it really comes down to it, I just can't start. So what's the matter with me? Who knows...but there isn't a psychiatrists out there who couldn't tell me. Anyway, there are times when i do get sad over many things. Depressed? Iwilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334716.post-96984512002-02-13T15:41:00.000-08:002002-02-13T15:41:30.550-08:00Welcome? So, i guess this is my first blog. It's neat. I guess from here on out i get to rant about all the things in my life both good and bad. Here goes nothing.wilfredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05250716759336318060noreply@blogger.com