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Name: chuder Birthday: 12/28/1981 Gender: Male
Interests: drawing, sketching, doodling, bball, expressing my life openly on this blog. and the newest obsession... bein a shoppinwhore... Expertise: the best shoppin friend a girl can have... Occupation: Legal Industry: Art
Message: message me AIM: chuder02
Member Since:
2/10/2003
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| wut can turn a stressful day @ work and drama with friends?
$200 CLUB SEATS @ TONIGHTS WARRIORS GAME vs UTAH! <3 <3 <3 my sis <3 <3 <3 ^_^
my voice is never coming back...
2 hrs away... 2 hrs from pandemonium!
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| i gripped her fingers between mine. a feelin of connection, that this was meant to be. i could feel every bump, crevice and wrinkle in her hands; hands that saw and done more in life than few could believe. these were hands that held me when i cried, cherished my warmth, and pinched my cheeks. these were the hands that brought together simple ingredients and turned them into a feast. hands that brought life into this world and caressed it with enough care and nurture to last a life time. hands that once held anothers as i was holding hers... shaking with worry of the inevitable. i could feel the faint pulse that brought so much energy into this world, now slowly slipping away... the world had become an excruciating silence that ripped into my ears, which were starving for any sensation beyond the stale air. our eyes never left one anothers, locked into each others thoughts. not a word was spoken. our dialogues had been said a million times over, as if two old actors reciting an old play for a the last time. we smiled desperately to hide the thoughts running through our minds, but in futility we knew each other to well to hide anything.
my senses were being bombarded from all directions as my brain tried to focus on every detail, past and present. trying to photograph every second i had spent with her, every shared moment, every loving memory. she lay there, weaker than any nightmare imaginable.
the silence was cut with her faint heart beat, which at this point was far from any normal rhythm. i couldnt bare closing my eyes, hearing the irregularity of it... and yet whenever i gazed upon her diminished body... i wondered how much more her and i could endure.
i laughed to myself, the hysteria of it all... how surreal it must have been to be gazing down on the two of us... fighting the inevitable. it was only while our eyes crossed did i finally see. the faint glimmer within her now softened eyes... no more fear.
she bravely accepted what was to come, while i was unrelenting and fighting with fate. i could not let go of what i had so easily dismissed as a constant in my life. the reality of it was untollerable to me even to the last seconds. but i could feel it. the warmth within her hands returning. just briefly. but enough for me to see what she did. to bravely move on from this world. finally... peace.
i miss her. this day and every after.
an entry from last yr... | "today we bury our pain and mutual suffering. but not our loving memories."
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| WARRIORS!!! I have been unable to speak correctly for the last 2 weeks. I have been cheering non stop... booing non stop... and laughin non stop.
swings of emotions.
ALWAYS and FOREVER a WARRIORS FAN.
nothing has deterred me. nothing phasing me. its one of the few times i've EVER stuck to a resolve and never been tempted to stray.
my choice. my love. my passion.
I DO LOVE THE WARRIORS and with that love comes all the responsibility and ridicule of it all.
it feels good to grin and just smile (cuz i cant scream w/out my voice) at everyone who has ever SAID ANYTHING about my team.
this series victory was for u and and ur negative energy.
to be a warriors fan, u have to be masochist. everyone else is bandwagon for all i care. =) OH burn in hell SAC town and LA fans who are now moving over cuz ur teams got burned! BWAHAHAHHAHA u guys are the weakest fans ever. go be a clips fan.
now to wish Phoenix to play INCREDIBLY well over the Spurs... and that we can get through the rough and tough jazz, or the talented rockets.
to quote fry ... "this is like sex! only i'm having it!" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
this weekend doesnt matter anymore... i'm so mellow... | | |
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