Asleep
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I'm tired and i
I want to go to bed
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
Don't try to wake me in the morning
cause I will be gone
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Sing to me
Sing to me
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I really want to go
There is another world
There is a better world
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well ...
Bye bye
Bye ...
~Asleep by the Smiths
Ok, so let's pick up from where I last left off.
Jan 2nd.
On my way to work, i fell off my bike. It was the first time I had done that in over a year. I ended up cutting up my knee pretty badly. Work was terrible cause it was the busiest it had been all winter and I was by my self with a bad knee. What topped off the night was Lori showing up. It was her Birthday. I wished her happy birthday and took a pot shots. She had her sister and mother with her, along with some other chicks I didn't know. She left the husband at home. After they paid and left, she came back in and asked for my number. I called her later that night and left it on her cell phone answering machine. She hasn't called and I'm pretty sure she won't at least not for a long time. It was an interesting night...
Jan 4th.
I went to CSUF to do some judging for a high school debate tournament. It was interesting. Had a pretty good time. Most of the rounds I judged we're pretty easy decision. Only the first one was tough just cause it was early for me and they were really spreading. It was still cool.
Jan 5th.
Elizabeth and I went out to see a movie. We watched National Treasure. It was alright. Entertaining at least. It was nice though cause we moved the arm rest and she laid her head on my chest. It was comfortable and peaceful. I couldn't help but think of this quote; "The gift of tranquility, where ever found, is beyond price". For me, I think I find that little slice of heaven when I share a moment like that with someone. It was pleasant after words when we walked around, holding hands, talking. We exchanged Christmas presents. I got her a gift card to Victoria Secret. One of the first times we spent time together we were in her car and I noticed how her bra was way undersized. The gift card came with a little box and a bear inside. She seemed to like it, especially the bear. For me she got candy cane pajama pants, she also got me a Hollister as a birthday present. They were really nice gifts and she did a good job on guessing my size. It was a nice day.
Jan 6th.
My dad's birthday. We went to this really nice steak house called Salt Creek in Dana Point/Laguna Beach area. It was my dad, his girlfriend Elaine, her daughter Emma and I. The food was excellent and Emma and I had some Martini's. I got a 14oz Rib Eye Steak. Probably one of the best steaks I've ever had. We then had this chocolate soufflé that you had to order way in advance cause it takes them over 30 minutes to prepare. It was really damn good.
That's pretty much been all that's happened. The past week and been pretty boring and has been filled with me working and thinking over somethings.
I wrote down a list of some important dates of the past several years that came to mind. Just so I don't forget. I'm not going to put what they all mean, but I will for most.
8/21/01 - Lori and I start dating
6/23/02
11/14/04 - Lori and I break up
4/15/05 - I get kicked out of UCI on Tax day coincidentally. I guess I had to pay the price eventually
5/18/07 - Sandy and I being dating
7/4/07 - Sandy and I end
12/7/07 - Sam. I note this cause this would be only the 3rd official date I've ever been on despite my... escapades I guess you can say.
12/8/07 - Raining night
12/23/07 - Interesting side note. 5.5 years later... Time flies.
While I'm on the subject of dates. Lets just list random people's birthdays I can remember off the top of my head starting with....
Lori: 1/2
Dad: 1/6
Sandy: 1/12
Neda: 1/26
Elizabeth: 3/1
Elizabeth S and My Mom: 3/8 (I just realized this right now that they have the same b-day, laugh)
Patrick: 4/20
Duncan: 8/18
Collin: 10/14
Jimmy: 10/20
Jon Lam: 10/31
Amanda: 11/10
Deena & Jon Moss: 12/12
Natalie: 12/15
My self: 12/21
That's as many as I can remember. If you made it on the list, Good Job! You are important enough to me that your birthday made it into my memories banks somehow. If you're not on this list, spend more time with me! Or make your birthday a bigger deal. =)
I've been reading this book, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I came across this poem in the book. The song at the beginning of this post I also found in this book. The poem is kind of depressing but I really liked it. Here is it:
Once on a yellow sheet of paper with green lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
Because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was about
And his teacher gave him an A
And a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
And read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
Took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
With tiny toe nails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
And he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
Because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
And asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because of the new paint
And the kids told him
Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left the butts in the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
The was the year his sister got glasses
With thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed at him
When he asked her to go to Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
His mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
When he cried for him to do it
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
He wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
Because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
And a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because he never showed her
That was the year Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
Of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister
Making out on the front porch
And his mother and father never kissed
Or even talked
And the girl around the corner
Wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
But he kissed her anyway
Because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
His father snoring soundly
That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
He tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
And a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
Because this time he didn’t think
He could reach the kitchen
Written by: Dr. Earl Reum
Good night and sweet dreams
Sing me to sleep
I'm tired and i
I want to go to bed
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
Don't try to wake me in the morning
cause I will be gone
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go
Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Sing to me
Sing to me
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I really want to go
There is another world
There is a better world
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well ...
Bye bye
Bye ...
~Asleep by the Smiths
Ok, so let's pick up from where I last left off.
Jan 2nd.
On my way to work, i fell off my bike. It was the first time I had done that in over a year. I ended up cutting up my knee pretty badly. Work was terrible cause it was the busiest it had been all winter and I was by my self with a bad knee. What topped off the night was Lori showing up. It was her Birthday. I wished her happy birthday and took a pot shots. She had her sister and mother with her, along with some other chicks I didn't know. She left the husband at home. After they paid and left, she came back in and asked for my number. I called her later that night and left it on her cell phone answering machine. She hasn't called and I'm pretty sure she won't at least not for a long time. It was an interesting night...
Jan 4th.
I went to CSUF to do some judging for a high school debate tournament. It was interesting. Had a pretty good time. Most of the rounds I judged we're pretty easy decision. Only the first one was tough just cause it was early for me and they were really spreading. It was still cool.
Jan 5th.
Elizabeth and I went out to see a movie. We watched National Treasure. It was alright. Entertaining at least. It was nice though cause we moved the arm rest and she laid her head on my chest. It was comfortable and peaceful. I couldn't help but think of this quote; "The gift of tranquility, where ever found, is beyond price". For me, I think I find that little slice of heaven when I share a moment like that with someone. It was pleasant after words when we walked around, holding hands, talking. We exchanged Christmas presents. I got her a gift card to Victoria Secret. One of the first times we spent time together we were in her car and I noticed how her bra was way undersized. The gift card came with a little box and a bear inside. She seemed to like it, especially the bear. For me she got candy cane pajama pants, she also got me a Hollister as a birthday present. They were really nice gifts and she did a good job on guessing my size. It was a nice day.
Jan 6th.
My dad's birthday. We went to this really nice steak house called Salt Creek in Dana Point/Laguna Beach area. It was my dad, his girlfriend Elaine, her daughter Emma and I. The food was excellent and Emma and I had some Martini's. I got a 14oz Rib Eye Steak. Probably one of the best steaks I've ever had. We then had this chocolate soufflé that you had to order way in advance cause it takes them over 30 minutes to prepare. It was really damn good.
That's pretty much been all that's happened. The past week and been pretty boring and has been filled with me working and thinking over somethings.
I wrote down a list of some important dates of the past several years that came to mind. Just so I don't forget. I'm not going to put what they all mean, but I will for most.
8/21/01 - Lori and I start dating
6/23/02
11/14/04 - Lori and I break up
4/15/05 - I get kicked out of UCI on Tax day coincidentally. I guess I had to pay the price eventually
5/18/07 - Sandy and I being dating
7/4/07 - Sandy and I end
12/7/07 - Sam. I note this cause this would be only the 3rd official date I've ever been on despite my... escapades I guess you can say.
12/8/07 - Raining night
12/23/07 - Interesting side note. 5.5 years later... Time flies.
While I'm on the subject of dates. Lets just list random people's birthdays I can remember off the top of my head starting with....
Lori: 1/2
Dad: 1/6
Sandy: 1/12
Neda: 1/26
Elizabeth: 3/1
Elizabeth S and My Mom: 3/8 (I just realized this right now that they have the same b-day, laugh)
Patrick: 4/20
Duncan: 8/18
Collin: 10/14
Jimmy: 10/20
Jon Lam: 10/31
Amanda: 11/10
Deena & Jon Moss: 12/12
Natalie: 12/15
My self: 12/21
That's as many as I can remember. If you made it on the list, Good Job! You are important enough to me that your birthday made it into my memories banks somehow. If you're not on this list, spend more time with me! Or make your birthday a bigger deal. =)
I've been reading this book, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I came across this poem in the book. The song at the beginning of this post I also found in this book. The poem is kind of depressing but I really liked it. Here is it:
Once on a yellow sheet of paper with green lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
Because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was about
And his teacher gave him an A
And a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
And read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
Took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
With tiny toe nails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
And he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
He wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
Because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
And asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because of the new paint
And the kids told him
Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left the butts in the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
The was the year his sister got glasses
With thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed at him
When he asked her to go to Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
His mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
When he cried for him to do it
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
He wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
Because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
And a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
Because he never showed her
That was the year Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
Of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister
Making out on the front porch
And his mother and father never kissed
Or even talked
And the girl around the corner
Wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
But he kissed her anyway
Because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
His father snoring soundly
That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
He tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
And a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
Because this time he didn’t think
He could reach the kitchen
Written by: Dr. Earl Reum
Good night and sweet dreams
