The following names have been changed to protect the identities of those mentioned in this blog.
Women are like chess players. Every move you make is based on strategy, and if you make the wrong moves then eventually you will be checkmated. At this particular chess match, my pawns and knights were in position to win the contest. I had spent hours investing my own time to be in the check situation. I could of had a fool's mate with the most experienced and easy opponent around.
I don't know whose idea this was; my friend's or mines. He simply asked her on MySpace if she remembered me. I was on the phone with Roxy for two hours straight talking about literally anything. I could have possibly talked about why the sky is blue for twenty minutes. My eyes were falling down like a garage door slowly enclosing. My body's energy was depleted of its physical strength to motion. I can't believe from the sound of Roxy's adorable voice that she can live without sleep at night. I wasn't even Roxy's interest to begin with. She had an old school crush for my friend who introduced us. One day visiting his old neighborhood became another day of her adding me on MySpace and talking on the phone. Five hours was all I had left until History class began.
I managed to move one of my rooks to capture three of her pawns in succession. She agreed to meet up for a date. Her original plans were to hang out with her friend until I asked. Roxy wore incredibly short jeans with long knee high socks, because I jokingly requested it. At the mall, our hands were locked in super glue. Whatever lotion she used made our palms awkwardly moist. I should have done something to solve the matter. Roxy's pawn captured my bishop.
The long walk around a circumference mall killed time until the movie started. I knew I should never go to a movie on the first date, but I did anyways. The reasoning behind it is that a movie on the first date limits the vocal interaction you have with him/her. I guess I didn't care, because of the excruciating long phone calls beforehand. She put her head on my shoulder as we watched the animated romantic movie, WALL-E. I felt her left hand slowly touch the edge of my thigh and then it continued upward. The massage feeling gave me a thrill that teased my hormones. I put my right hand on her unconcealed thigh to mimic her actions. I kissed her on the forehead. Roxy gives me an excuse that she doesn't kiss guys anymore, because their means of kissing isn't adequate for her. She didn't even give me a try for my lips to meet hers completely. Two more of my pawns are taken from me. I stopped her hand so I can play hard to get. It ruined the moment as she pulled back. It was an accident that left my other bishop defenseless.
After the movie, we hanged out for a little longer. The climax resulted in this question, "Would you go to my house after?"
Roxy replied, "Yeah, if your parents allowed it."
My pawns and knights were in position to pull a fool's mate. At the time I didn't know this was a subtle hint that she wanted to "go to my house to fool around, but saying so would deem her as a slut". She went home after that day. This was before I learned the "game". If I knew it at the time I met her, then honestly a lot would have happened indeed. I talked to her a couple more times with the same long tiring infatuated conversations. Roxy told me she wanted to see many guys so she can have more "fun". I heard a lot of stories of her acting in a promiscuous manner. I heard from the friend who introduced us, from another friend who she flirted with, and especially from herself. It must have been a good thing after all. Her list of men she messed around with ranged from different ethnicities to different states. I know, because she told me over the phone. I had a fool's mate opportunity, but she got me into a swindle instead. I put my king down flat on the chessboard.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Oddity
The following names have been changed to protect the identities of those mentioned in this blog.
Who cares? This message is supposed to grab anyone's attention. It worked for others and it can work for me too. However, I'm doing this all wrong. It's supposed to be used in real life and there's so much more to it. It's going to lose its credibility, because in person I can convey a friendly confident attitude. Who cares right? There are millions of fishes in the sea. If I send this message then nothing bad will happen right. I don't think anything will happen. What are the odds that she would see me in real life anyways? Debating with your conscious is like debating against a magic 8-ball. You know the right answer deep down inside, but you keep asking yourself until you finally make the choice you desire. Whoever made the proverb, "curiosity killed the cat" must relate to my story.
My short message was random and neutral. Its purpose was to simply engage in a conversation without perceiving myself as a threat. I clicked the send tab. It must of been months until I found out what reality had in stored for me. My friend, Seth, called me up out of no where to tell me the good news. He asked me if I knew his cousin, Lisa, because she told him about my old message. I didn't know who Lisa was or what he was talking about. Then a cartoon cloud floated over my head to make it apparent who it was. It was that girl I came across with dozens of clicks. I seriously want to know the statistic of the odds of this happening. He then tells me that she was curious too. I never attained a reply from her, but for some reason she wanted to meet me. I guess the message worked after all. That thought diminished in a split second, until he told me she negatively thought it was out of the ordinary. I knew something bad was going to happen from there.
In the next week or two, I was hanging out with Seth at his house. He tells me that his cousin is coming over today. I had a feeling she wouldn't come over, because it was that gut feeling. Guess what happened next? She came over. I opened the door to greet her and walked her upstairs into Seth's room. I sat down two feet away from her on the bed. I couldn't believe what was happening. The girl, who I sent a digital message to months ago, was right next to me in person. It was my chance to socially shine, but there was one dilemma. I have not been in the "game" for months. My skills were considerably rusty. After the small talk in the room, she gave me a ride to my house down the street. The conversation I implemented during the drive was banter and meaningless. I talked about movies for thirty minutes when I was supposed to build attraction and not try to create rapport prematurely. My gut was telling me this was going no where. Then the unthinkable emerged from the vault of screw ups. She handed me her cell phone to show me some interesting pictures, but she forgot I had it in my hand. It was too late to stop her as she drove away from my house. I went inside my room thinking about how weird this has become. I exacerbated the situation indeed, but I knew I had to give her the phone somehow. I called her house phone a couple of times, but no answer. After a few minutes of stress, she finally picked up. There was no opportunity for her to retrieve her cell phone that night, so we decided that the mourning would suffice. She came back around the time I was late for class. She offered a ride to my school while we still had meaningless banter conversation in the car.
After the incident, I came to a conclusion in my train of thoughts. Bottom line is, never take a woman's cell phone no matter what the reason is. It doesn't matter if it's on purpose or by accident. It doesn't matter if the cell phone is cheap or expensive. The principle is that taking a woman's cell phone is like taking her makeup or her purse. Yet, I thought I would have redemption. Forgive and forget about the escapade maybe? The problem was not the initial message that started this fiasco. If a woman wants to meet a guy and take her own time to meet the person in real life, then that's a sign of interest. When I met her in person, I didn't know what to do. My mentor would be kicking himself, but he would also say it's no big deal. When I ventured into the "game", I wanted situations like this one to never happen again. I've come to an understanding that whatever I do, there will be consequences either good or bad. I made the decision to send the message, with a warning from my conscious that it may affect me in the future. I also made the decision to stop the "game" for a while and not convey my social skills to her that day. I also made the mistake of taking her cell phone. It doesn't matter if we would have hit it off or not despite the cell phone incident. What matters is that I learned that anything can happen. What are the odds of that?
Who cares? This message is supposed to grab anyone's attention. It worked for others and it can work for me too. However, I'm doing this all wrong. It's supposed to be used in real life and there's so much more to it. It's going to lose its credibility, because in person I can convey a friendly confident attitude. Who cares right? There are millions of fishes in the sea. If I send this message then nothing bad will happen right. I don't think anything will happen. What are the odds that she would see me in real life anyways? Debating with your conscious is like debating against a magic 8-ball. You know the right answer deep down inside, but you keep asking yourself until you finally make the choice you desire. Whoever made the proverb, "curiosity killed the cat" must relate to my story.
My short message was random and neutral. Its purpose was to simply engage in a conversation without perceiving myself as a threat. I clicked the send tab. It must of been months until I found out what reality had in stored for me. My friend, Seth, called me up out of no where to tell me the good news. He asked me if I knew his cousin, Lisa, because she told him about my old message. I didn't know who Lisa was or what he was talking about. Then a cartoon cloud floated over my head to make it apparent who it was. It was that girl I came across with dozens of clicks. I seriously want to know the statistic of the odds of this happening. He then tells me that she was curious too. I never attained a reply from her, but for some reason she wanted to meet me. I guess the message worked after all. That thought diminished in a split second, until he told me she negatively thought it was out of the ordinary. I knew something bad was going to happen from there.
In the next week or two, I was hanging out with Seth at his house. He tells me that his cousin is coming over today. I had a feeling she wouldn't come over, because it was that gut feeling. Guess what happened next? She came over. I opened the door to greet her and walked her upstairs into Seth's room. I sat down two feet away from her on the bed. I couldn't believe what was happening. The girl, who I sent a digital message to months ago, was right next to me in person. It was my chance to socially shine, but there was one dilemma. I have not been in the "game" for months. My skills were considerably rusty. After the small talk in the room, she gave me a ride to my house down the street. The conversation I implemented during the drive was banter and meaningless. I talked about movies for thirty minutes when I was supposed to build attraction and not try to create rapport prematurely. My gut was telling me this was going no where. Then the unthinkable emerged from the vault of screw ups. She handed me her cell phone to show me some interesting pictures, but she forgot I had it in my hand. It was too late to stop her as she drove away from my house. I went inside my room thinking about how weird this has become. I exacerbated the situation indeed, but I knew I had to give her the phone somehow. I called her house phone a couple of times, but no answer. After a few minutes of stress, she finally picked up. There was no opportunity for her to retrieve her cell phone that night, so we decided that the mourning would suffice. She came back around the time I was late for class. She offered a ride to my school while we still had meaningless banter conversation in the car.
After the incident, I came to a conclusion in my train of thoughts. Bottom line is, never take a woman's cell phone no matter what the reason is. It doesn't matter if it's on purpose or by accident. It doesn't matter if the cell phone is cheap or expensive. The principle is that taking a woman's cell phone is like taking her makeup or her purse. Yet, I thought I would have redemption. Forgive and forget about the escapade maybe? The problem was not the initial message that started this fiasco. If a woman wants to meet a guy and take her own time to meet the person in real life, then that's a sign of interest. When I met her in person, I didn't know what to do. My mentor would be kicking himself, but he would also say it's no big deal. When I ventured into the "game", I wanted situations like this one to never happen again. I've come to an understanding that whatever I do, there will be consequences either good or bad. I made the decision to send the message, with a warning from my conscious that it may affect me in the future. I also made the decision to stop the "game" for a while and not convey my social skills to her that day. I also made the mistake of taking her cell phone. It doesn't matter if we would have hit it off or not despite the cell phone incident. What matters is that I learned that anything can happen. What are the odds of that?
Monday, May 25, 2009
Monterrey since the Third Grade
The buzzing sound only means one thing to my ear in the mourning; someone is calling me. I received an invitation to travel to Monterrey with my friend, his girlfriend, and her younger brother. The last time I went there was on a third grade field trip to go whale watching and visit the aquarium. The bus we took was supposedly an upper class version with cushion seats and a single bathroom. The window seat was the best, because I can view the vast scenery. I remember jumping on a boat for the first time at Monterrey. The cold wind brushes against my face as I hold onto the silver railings. Motion of the boat's speed causes my throat to spill out hot spew. Waves started to crush vigorously while I gazed at the uncontrollable sea. There goes an enormous whale jumping and plunging into the blue water ten miles away. I was impressed by the whale's magnificent ability to maneuver. It's a shame that I don't recall much of the trip to the aquarium. It's very vague in detail.
Today was a different story indeed. There was a brick wall housing a clothing store filled with Monterrey/beach apparel. The younger brother is a photographer equipped with an expensive camera that captures images superbly. I posted against the brick wall to see what he can do for future photo shoots. After walking around foggy Monterrey, we settled at a sea food restaurant. The creamy clam chowder in a soft bread bowl is delicious. Next on today's list was going to my friend's cousins' Memorial Day BBQ. His cousin helped me alternate my iphone; while I ate BBQ coated chicken, spice tingling hot dogs, and to top it off with a toothsome root beer float. After all the walking in Monterrey, this feast was absolutely a treat. In third grade, I would have never guessed the possibilities of technology today. Super Nintendo or the Sega Genesis was top of the line in my childhood. Now its things like the computer, the Xbox, and the cell phone that makes anything possible.
Today was a different story indeed. There was a brick wall housing a clothing store filled with Monterrey/beach apparel. The younger brother is a photographer equipped with an expensive camera that captures images superbly. I posted against the brick wall to see what he can do for future photo shoots. After walking around foggy Monterrey, we settled at a sea food restaurant. The creamy clam chowder in a soft bread bowl is delicious. Next on today's list was going to my friend's cousins' Memorial Day BBQ. His cousin helped me alternate my iphone; while I ate BBQ coated chicken, spice tingling hot dogs, and to top it off with a toothsome root beer float. After all the walking in Monterrey, this feast was absolutely a treat. In third grade, I would have never guessed the possibilities of technology today. Super Nintendo or the Sega Genesis was top of the line in my childhood. Now its things like the computer, the Xbox, and the cell phone that makes anything possible.
Party Once Again
Opened my eyes around twelve thirty even though my body was glued to the bed. My brother knocked on my door to ask me if I wanted to go Mike's birthday party. As time went by, the area we visited had a pleasant neighborhood. I doubt anyone would get mugged here going home late at night. I ate some tasty food, watched television, and played basketball at the park nearby. When I went home around twelve at night, I was drained to even write in my blog. I had to make it up by posting two today. I would carry my laptop with me twenty four/seven, but I haven't ordered a replacement battery yet. I'm dependent on my power cord and if it somehow gets pulled, then it would completely turn off. For now, I have my trusty iphone to jot down notes.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Rain Drop
I never heard of Coyote Point Park before this trip to San Francisco. My friend's uncle's birthday was depicted as a fun normal day outdoors; however, sprinkles of rain changed plans. The black sleek Bimmer earned its hard work of a waxing, so we turned around. We ended up at my friend's girlfriend's grandma's birthday party instead. My stomach started to growl like a defensive lion. I ate some phenomenal Filipino cuisine such as Pancit Palabok and Dinuguan.
I sparked up a conversation with my friend's cousin about our iphones. He explained to me the wonders of the iphone that many people don't exploit. He can attain the best applications for free and be able to customize the iphone with themes under a jailbreak reprogramming. My wish for the next generation iphone was to have video recording capabilities. He showed me an app that did that very thing, due to a third party program that Apple didn't expose.
After the party, I was left with my thoughts. I thought about my use of vocabulary in my blogs. Can I write with elaborate words that pertain to a general audience? I'll do my best, but not for any cynic or biased critic. In other words, I'll try to make my blogs simple and easy to understand.
I sparked up a conversation with my friend's cousin about our iphones. He explained to me the wonders of the iphone that many people don't exploit. He can attain the best applications for free and be able to customize the iphone with themes under a jailbreak reprogramming. My wish for the next generation iphone was to have video recording capabilities. He showed me an app that did that very thing, due to a third party program that Apple didn't expose.
After the party, I was left with my thoughts. I thought about my use of vocabulary in my blogs. Can I write with elaborate words that pertain to a general audience? I'll do my best, but not for any cynic or biased critic. In other words, I'll try to make my blogs simple and easy to understand.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Amazing Game
Today, I stayed home and watched game two of the Cleveland Cavaliers versus the Orlando Magic. The first half became a close and tedious battle between the eager clubs. The Cavaliers started the third quarter by leading in double digits; however, the Magic made a sensational comeback. At the fourth quarter, Hedo Turkoglu made a two-point field goal to give the Magic a hard-fought lead. At the timeout, I pondered if Lebron James would make a miracle clutch basket in comparison of Michael Jordan. With a second left in regulation, superstar Lebron James accomplished the most amazing moment in Cleveland Cavaliers history. Mo Williams inbounded the ball quickly to Lebron James (who was well guarded by would-be Magic hero Hedo Turkoglu) and made a three-point field goal to defeat the Orlando Magic. I yelled, "What the heck, wow!" in excitement.
It's only an even series, one to one, but I prefer Cleveland to win the Eastern Conference Championship. I want to see last year's most valuable player Kobe Bryant against this year's most valuable player Lebron James in a match for a championship and for bragging rights for the best player in the world. If the Denver Nuggets wins then I would enjoy seeing Carmelo Anthony against Lebron James in reminiscent of their high school championship days. If the Los Angelos Lakers and the Orlando Magic win then I would want to see Adam Morrison against J.J. Redick, even though they are benched. Overall in my opinion, in order for Lebron James to be compared to Michael Jordan then he would need to earn championships. I believe Lebron James has a chance to make it to the finals, but it's going to be a tough voyage against the Orlando Magic; the Denver Nuggets or the Los Angelos Lakers.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Blog Happily
I've posted different types of blogs so far. I've written an interview, a poem, a movie review, and some stories of my life. I want my blogs to be diverse and admired to a wide variety of people. I want it to range from different ages, races, and genders. I want to write in a way that brings familiarity and a sense of realism. I want my readers to enjoy my content and learn from my own experiences. I want my reader's to keep guessing what I'll post next. I want to captivate a mesmerizing imagination that pulls people into my blogs as if they were present. I received a text message the other day in which my friend proclaimed, "Wow dude, your blog completely shocked me." I also attained an email declaring, "Interesting blog you got! You have a great writing style so far- funny, conversation, clever but doesn't seem like you're trying too hard." I want to be confident and charismatic in my line of work. I just want to write happily.
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