Nelse330

I have VIP tix for the YG Family concert on Oct 19th for sale, if anyone is interested.  Let me know!

Nelse

I remember not too long ago e-mail was the wave of the future.  People were still writing letters and stamps were actually used.  Cell phones were the size of vcrs, pagers were still considered cool, and G.I. Joe was on Fox kids hour.  Growing up in the 80’s and 90’s afforded me with the perspective of a kid who longed for yesterday but having to learn about today.  With the advent of technology that’s constantly changing every year, and even every month; more and more of my friends started to be more insulated from outside life.  People began to be home in front of their computers, playing games, chatting, instead of outside enjoying the sun.  Perhaps this is a testamount to how powerful technology really is in our everyday lives.  People seldom remember my phone number, but they will remember my e-mail. 

Have we become a a society of people afraid of the light?  I mean, how often do you spend outside anymore?  Is this a question I need to be asking myself?  As I sit here in my comfy office, never having seen the light of day, unless it is for lunch, I wonder if I’ve become what I hated most; a 10-10er with no idea what is going on in the world, unless it’s on the news online.

One day, you will find yourself staring into the mirror and seeing someone you don’t recognize.   And on that day, you might just wonder, is that you?

Go outside, see the sun, and bask in its rays for but an hour a day.  I think you’ll be happier for it.  If for now other reason, than to get a little color in those pallid cheeks.

Nelson

"As we work with the international community to defeat the terrorists and the extremists to provide an alternative to their hateful ideology, we must also provide our military and intelligence professionals with the tools they need to protect our country from another attack," Bush said. "And the reason they need those tools is because the enemy wants to attack us again."

Hahah, I love it man.  There is no better comedian in this country right now, that stands up to Mr. Bush!  Find me one guy who can make you laugh everytime they open their mouths in public!  If I were a betting man, I’d bet he talks this way to his dog too. 

I am going to create a new friendster group, and call it: Favorite Bush Quotes!

Please all join, I love reading them.

Nelse

Why do people sit by a computer writing about their lives to the world?  I always found it illuminating to read into people’s thoughts, as I expect, some are doing right now, into mine.  Do people write for the sake of writing, or are they merely wanting other people to know a little of themselves?  I always felt that people typically just want to be understood.  They want other people to know them, in a way where they feel comfortable with the message given.  Writing your words for the world to see only shows part of that underlying message.  It’s but a small piece of you that you are hoping others will take the time out to learn.

So why is it that so many people jump into such profoundly personal issues and problems?  Is it that they are screaming for people to look upon them with pity, sympathy, or a mixture of both?  Once you’ve put pen to paper (or in this case, keyboard to pixelated text) your thoughts at that time are basically set (till you decide to ruin that thought by editing it).  Once you’ve made known your personal problems, you’ve opened up a part of yourself that you can not easily take back, or away.  So what is it that you are truly trying to accomplish?  I often sit and wonder about what people are really trying to say.  Two things I know for sure.  They want me to read it and they want me to know it.  Otherwise, why else would they write about it?

So what is it that I want you to read and what is it that I want you to know?  For me, it’s simple.  When I’m writing online, I want people to know that I am reading their words, taking it in and forming an opinion.  It’s with that opinion that the picture of who they are begins to take shape, slowly.  Eventually, over time, I hope that the picture or portrait of that person is something worth glossing over.  I am hoping that eventually, it is a picture worth taking, a picture worth keeping.  So yeah, read my words, gloss it over and form your own ideas.  But when you write something down, just know I am doing the same. 

Nelse

I think it all stems from a conversation I had with an old friend of mine.

The more mature people view you, the more responsibilities they will heap your way.  So I figured in my mind, that you act really immature, that way people don’t think you are responsible.  For some odd reason, I always found it easier to be lazy (shock!).  Yeah so I rather tend to be lazy, even though in the end, if I really had to do it, I can.  If you show people you can do something, they tend to want to give you more things to do!  Weird huh?  Yeps, you heard it here.  When you are smart, you get more work.

Anyhow, it’s best to be lazy, immature, and irresponsible.  That goes a long long way when it comes to having a boring, easy, and relaxed life.  I am saying this with a little sarcasm of course, but hey, for those that know me, I am hitting on the truth more than you know!

Growing up requires that I become more responsible, more mature, and much more attuned to other people’s needs.  If by being all of this, achieves the adulation of my friends and family, I really should strive for it.  But for the life of me, I tend to always want to straddle the line of absolute stubbornness and glimpses of maturity.  Maybe in my mind, I am saying this to myself: keep them on their toes!

Just a question:

Anyone know of any good meat restaurants?  Thanks, Bye

Nelse

Has the idea of going out become as stale as the conversations I’ve had when I’m there, trying to simply get drunk?  Too often I find myself surrounded by people I don’t know nor really have an interest to know, but just as easily, would love to get drunk with.  Perhaps I’m just a drunk!  But the more I think about how inane some of the more esoterical conversations I’ve come across at parties, the more I’ve realized people are probably thinking the same of me.  We stand there by a bar, waiting to order our drinks, only to forget how to socialize.  Why is it so difficult for us Asians to merely say hello, and have nothing more come out of that hello than ….well….hello.

I question myself why I order not just a drink for me, but for a total stranger.  Perhaps I just want them to have a good time?  Sometimes I just want to say hello, but in that environment, I am constantly peppered with doubts as to their understanding of my simplicity in giving them a drink.  I don’t ask for anything in return.  Just say thanks and introduce yourself.  No need for those funny looks, those bugged eye reponses given with little tact and even less gratitude.  I’m of the mind to simply walk away and not care. 

The NYC party scene begs to be defined and rediscovered.  The idea that hundreds of Asians on any given weekend going out to simply meet others, is simply untrue.  I’ve not seen many Asians dare to simply approach someone to say a simple hello.  Almost as if that thought would engender responses that would scare away and propigate ideas of some form of hormonal interest.  I mean seriously, I am buying you a drink, not getting your number.  Then again, perhaps I am?  That’s the thing.  When we go out, we simply are not ourselves.  We wear these fascades hoping the other person will see it, and not see us.  Who out there are themselves when they go out?  Are there no more real people?  People with like minds and intellect.  People with conversations about the greater joys in life.  People with passion, and strength.  Purpose and will.  Where are they in that multitude of blacks and whites.  Where are the greys in life?

When I exit this stage, I want to be forgotten.  Not by a collective mentality, but by the collective whole as it were.  As you mature and get older, the idea of being someone else, becomes less attractive.  The thoughts of ambiguity become like faith.  You just want to walk away from the herd. 

What I want to see is more conversation.  Not just with your friends, but with people you want to get to know better.  NYC is this great big concrete jungle, but it does not have to be so.  You are who you are, but you don’t have to be hidden behind your ideas of yourself.  Just go out, meet someone and agree to disagree.  Or simply agree to say hello.   I know I will, and hopefully they will do so in kind.

Nelse

Sometimes people are often lead astray by their simple beliefs in the world.  They are nurtured by the comparisons that are given to them, taught to them by their elders.  In school, we’re given ideas, thoughts that are established, and supposedly all true.  As we grow older we don’t always necessarily grow wiser.  It’s within these thoughts that I’ve come to believe that what separates the right from the wrong, the truth from the false, is nothing more than a difference of opinion.  When you have two people arguing over the best looking drapes, well, I call that marriage.  When you have a third person in the room with them, I call that, time to leave!  But in all seriousness, we each have our own beliefs.  A set of ideals that were shaped and molded from our upbringing both socially and inherently.  Our environment shaped us and gave us ideas and meanings to lifes many mysteries.  And through our experiences, we each are shaped into the beings we are now.  But no one can ever say they’ve lead the same exact life as another.  We each live our lives so different, so vastly apart that we barely understand one another, even when we mean the same thing.

Sometimes when I have a difficult time expressing myself, I usually just stop and listen.  More often than not, other’s will try to fill in the blanks for you.  They will try to tell you what you mean, or what they think you mean.  They will try to fill those blanks that their own mind falsely tells them.  It’s then that I usually try to enter the conversation.  It’s then that I try to correct their mistake or give them the real truth/intention of my words.  We can never truly express our thoughts, but we can tell them/others their take on our thoughts is wrong.  We don’t always have to share our inner turmoil, but neither do we have to share our eternal joy.  Some things are meant to be hidden, locked away.  And still, other things are meant to be shared.  Pain, ridicule, those things that degrade and demean, that belittle and reduce.  We each should share with our friends, those things that hurt.  It’s in sharing that we become strengthened. 

Some may say I am right, and others may simply say I’m wrong.  But there never did enter in my mind, the right or wrong thing.  Only the what "is" thing.  It’s just a matter of opinion.  Nothing is static.  Everything can be changed.  And in that change, I’ve found my idea.  Perhaps you will find yours. 

Nelse

I’m planning on hibernating from this world, once I’ve reached this plateau.  I’ve come far enough, I don’t feel I need to go further.  Other people will carry on and find their happiness, whereas I will get off here.  I shall find my own way, in that serene life I used to lead.  One day, when I look back, I will ask myself many questions.  And I will know then, what I know now.  I don’t have any.  To any of you who will still continue to travel that path, good luck.  And to those that have no clue what I am saying:  ME NEITHER!

Bye.