jeffrey + upstairsloft

I would like to send a warning to all smokers. Do not go to Paul’s house. You will die. You will lose your breath through severe exhaustion when Paul gives you a tour. Anybody remember Dolly Parton? Well yeah….remember her boobs too? It’s a lot huger than that. You can fit 1,900,302,203,293,394,293,239,393,981,359,293.79342 of her bras stuffed in that house. One of her cups can cover an average-sized Milpitas house. I love you.

Nothing gets my heart racing like the anxiety attack I go through when I poo at work. Handicap stall. Wet toilet paper or a bottle of water to wet the toilet paper. Cough everytime a poop drops if somebody is there but washing their hands. I tell ya…it’s a RUSH. I’ve done it twice in 3.5 years. Today was #2. A #2 for my #2. Good gracious. I love you. Bye.

Today was our scheduled walk-through for the new house. Eek…a major shift in lifestyle… from town to suburbia.
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11/11/03 – Natomas Park, Sacramento

On Friday, Jhun, Jay and I got together to make a little noise and experiment with a few sounds. After our short 4 hours, we met Kate and Paul and my house and headed to the theatres to watch Elf.

Afterwards, we headed to Ikea to eat dinner and walk around.  We ran into
Geraldine, Iris’ cotillion choreographer from years ago.  When Ikea closed,
I presented the notion of going to Frisco–so we did.  We drove a bit and
decided to just head to the wharf to avoid trouble and hostility within the city
itself.  We took pictures, peed in the bay and pretty much goofed off the
whole night.  We went to Safeway and Fort Mason and just chilled more. 
More chillin, more talking.  We couldn’t decided where to go so we ended up
dropping by Stace’s to see if she were home.  She had these "homiez" type
friends and they were faded like Gap 1969 jeans but they were nice.

Some call it boredom; I call it an alternative.  We sat at a table and
interacted a bit with Stace, her friends, and her friends’ friends, but mainly
with each other.  We drew tattoos and made jokes.

btw…I recorded several MPEGS and chose to post one of them.  This one is
quite interesting.  I took a huuuuuge box and it reminded us of our houser
days when we wuz chillin wid out cuzns who breakdanced when we wuz in 3rd grade. 
Anyways…so we did…we had a dance battle.  It cut off when Jay got crazy
cuz the damn memory stick.  After dancing…I got inside the box and leaned
against the wall [the box is taller but as thin as me] and when people walked
by, I fell and they got scurrrred.  I started walking around, looking like
a very tall spongebob.  I pushed it off from above my head and I scared
this poor asian girl and I threw the box and I ended up throwing it at some tall
white guy, whom I did not see….What did i do?  I RAN though Kate’s car
was 15 ft away in the parking lot.  I run away unnecesarily,–that’s my
style.  "Would you like a free sample of lotion?"  *jeff runs* Ask my
mama..she knows [seriously]

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Dance @ Ikea [13.7mb] –> Save Target As

So…a several minutes before I was off at work, it started to pour. GOD, I MISS THE RAIN! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! RAAAAAIIIN RAAAAIN RAAAAAAIN RAAAAAAIN. O yeah..and my auntie passed her RN exam..she is a registerred nurse. Awesome… Kyle’s soccer team are the division champs.

Yesterday–busy. Today–work. Blog later. Yesterday was pretty much done outta impulse and it well well. Pics later.

Signs of cancer??? Major hairloss at the eyebrow region, thinning hair and eczema all over the body. the hell is going on?

I’m drowning in boredom; good drivers, courtesy and kind hearts don’t make up the wall of the pool I am in. I am so fucking bored. Kate talks about, presently, wanting to hide in her cave. As for me, I take midnight strolls, climb trees and throw rocks at pedestrians outside my cave. I’ve been inside too long; I wanna play outside– invisibly, in trees, harassing those who unknowingly push and shove me around. I want to hide from the businessmen, students, townies and white-collared workers. All in the meanwhile, I am in a tree, humble and calm, eyes half-way closed, listening to music, drinking hot cocoa, wishing the world would end, but knowing I don’t on a rationale level. I want to thank my friends and let them know I cherish them…I am sensitive but hostile. I want to throw rocks at stupid children. I want to throw rocks at those who don’t let me do what I want. I want to throw rocks at those who judge me in bad terms, for I have learned to shut up and not judge people and let them live the life they want. My mouth has been shut for almost a month. 5 people understand me. The rest let me do what I please. Aside the rest, they just think they are better than everybody.

On Monday, I swore the world re-directed its rotation. Today I swore the world began to decelerate. Now I am finding it hard to guess what is going on. There is so much going on, but it doesn’t feel like anything it happening. Life is so monotonous right now. The doorbell is ringing but nobody is answering the door; perhaps it’s the same damn routine. It’s the milkman, the UPS guy, the FedEX guy, a solicitor or a friend. Maybe I’m not answering the door because I know what to expect. For once, or twice, can’t it be a guy trying to sell me encyclopedias. I’d invite him in and tell him exactly what I am saying now just to see his reaction. I’ll accept any reaction, just as long as he stays. I’m in a mood for change–while the person inside remains the same.

If I had the money, I’d buy a volume off of you. Thank you, doctor.

THE COLDPLAY LIVE 2003 DVD WAS RELEASED A WEEK EARLY! Hopefully nothing screwy happens today. Yesterday was plain old stupid! I hate yesterday. It was dumb even. No more living November 3 for me. Not for another 363. something days. Bye.

this week feels like somebody died.