I don't know if its typical for most guys...

...but I find myself to be a sucker for chicks in skirts. There are ladies out there who wear barely there skirts practically showing their stuff; these I find, although arousing, down right skanky. A properly worn skirt on a lady can be amazing!

I have met a variety of women/girls in my lifetime may it be from my family, friends or ex's. I have met the high maintenance types, those who done give a shit and even the succubi that suck you dry. From this I found that the ideal gal I like to meet would be someone simple enough that they are able to let their hair down, wear a nice pair of jeans and a clean shirt to go out on a casual stroll or a walk down the beach. But at the same time don the right dress/skirt for the appropriate occasion. I am a man of simple taste who enjoys the simple life and cherish the little things. Someday, perhaps...

Went to bed at midnight and I woke up a half hour ago... my body is itching to get more sleep yet my brain keeps racing. At this point in time, right at this very moment... I am so lost and I don't know what to do with myself, with my life. I don't know if I am just too burnt out or bogged down or just tired of bullshit.



OH ya... so I don't know what it was but last night something snapped in me just out of nowhere. I have this nephew, CBAZ. I love this kid. He is intelligent, energetic and absolutely spoiled. As much as my love my family, this kid has just been spoiled rotten. I admit there have been less than a handful of times where I may have chipped in to this but damn. Last night like any family get together, there was a table FULL of food for our Easter feast. This 3 year old says he only wants eggs and rice... eggs and rice. Guess what everybody does, they scramble to make eggs and rice (well, just the eggs... what Filipino feast would it be if there was no rice). It just, ugh, pushes me the wrong way. Shit.

I remember when I was growing up how my aunt cooked and served us a handful of rice and a pinch of salt for dinner to teach us how those less fortunate would eat and how lucky we are so have what we have. I still remember the taste of rice and salt in my mouth... and how my stomach rumble soon after I finished that handful.

I am nowhere near perfect. If you have read this blog, it would be obvious enough.