Simply Beautiful

A few evenings ago, as I was departing from work, the smell of roasted hickory, almond, oak was wafting in the air. Its was the smell of when I was growing up, the smell that really reminded me of home. As I enjoyed the earthy scents my eyes shifted towards the sky, and there was this magnificent pallete colors of the evening. Anywhere else in town, the sun setting is not as spectacular as it is right outside of where I work. For that single moment, I felt content, or I should say relieved. It was as if I had a weight lifted off my shoulders, and everything seemed right. Not to say that anything felt wrong, it was more of a feeing of reassurance, as if I were to understand that I should not worry. I try to stop and take these momements of reflection, cause if you slow down enough you eventually will see what true beauty can be.

Why Can't Weekends be Longer

Maybe its just me, or it seems like weekends are getting shorter. Its like friday night, everything is chill, and rest and relaxation is just around the corner. Then all of sudden its Monday morning, and all one can say is FRICKIN'. It seriously seems that whatever should be between Friday and Monday had disappeared, vanishied....Its like when you take a test and then afterwards all the information that once lived in your head is gone. Its crazy, I say just plain crazy. I believe in fairness to all, or maybe just myself, that weekends needs to be three days long. I mean really, on Fridays is like a half day since people are already ramped up to go on a vaction, or a road trip, or just want to get the week over with. I like to call friday the ramp down day. It is the day of preparation, for the long-awaited weekend. Once friday evening rolls in, pre-weekend has begun. Saturday and Sunday are your true weekend days, and then there is monday. The monday will be the third day of the weekend, and thus be the transitionary day into the work week that starts on tuesday. I think productivty will increase, people will be happier, and a set of utensils will jump over the moon. How I will not question, if that were to happen, then ok. You can see I have put much thought into this. Many friday afternoons were spent crafting this splendid idea. If someone else thought of it first, thats fine. Whats important is that in my mind I thought of it first. Doesn't really matter, I am just glad to have a weekend just to breathe. For one day to sleep in, only if the sun lets me. The smart thing to do is go to bed eariler, but since I apparently have no conception of time, figuring out whats early may not be that easy after all. If thats the case then how would I know what a three day weekend would be like....Okay too much thought, I think I am going to retire before my head pops. =)

Songs of a Restless Mind

They're there...waiting for the pen to drop...to eek out an uterance, and to grace the page with its wistful lines. Speak they must, but silence is the only present member of the flow of rock. Still the yearning remains for the notes to dance freely upon the open space, and wake those whose dormancy is overdrawn. Smiles all around and laughter to follow. These are songs of a restless mind, a mind filled with wonder and excitement, a mind wishing and hoping for the overflow of life. To translate the beauty to which has been kept for so long and share the vision of what truly makes a frown turn upside-down. These are songs of a restless mind. Every chord strikes emotion so deep, that time stands still. In that moment of peace, something has changed, giving new life to the will. Once temporal echoes dies down, thats when the pen leaves its mark. Giving life to what once was dark, lifting, shining, a promise to never be apart. These ares the songs of a Restless Mind.

I have just realized that I have been writing since morning till night, be it for work, school, or things such as this blogamajig right here. Though I do have to say this is relaxing for me so its good. Week coming to an end, and there seems to be more to do. I really didn't thing more could exsist, but who could really say. As I mentioned before I have 13 class sessions, or two courses, or till April before I am proud owner of 2007 Masters of Business Degree. What makes things difficult is knowing I have that much time left. One could say I have hit the level senioritis, and so productivity is starting to dip down. If people really want to see this downward trend I can make a nifty Keynote (Powerpoint for PC Users) presentation and show all these graphs and useless numbers. I have done so many of them, and can do them in my sleep. Its all about the illusion of productivty. Not to say work is not being done, it more of a time managment and presentation thing. Anyways its worked for me at least. I can taste the free time, just gotta keep working hard and stay focused =). I wonder if I should write an Acoustametal songs, or grassmetal. I just think adding metal is cool and quite amusing.

Stories are told with what our eyes behold

Tiredness just seems to compound itself, as each passing minute the eye lid continues to shift position until light is locked out and the mind starts its journey down sleepy lane. So much on a plate, but that of a size of saucer used for a morning cup of coffee. Never enough time to really enjoy the idea of wasting hours, minutes or those precious seconds. Never enough time to take a deep breath, and exhale the worries away. Never enough time to realize that there isn't enough time. All that is left is the ability to look through a glass and watch the stories unfold right infront of you. Its not the stories that one would expect. Stories that captivate the imagination, and every little detail showers the senses with delight and gladness. The stories I refer to are the stories which have no begining nor an end. Stories that live itself out right infront of you, never being able to speculate, imagine, or hope what it could be. It is just there for the eyes to see.

Everything seems to intregue me lately. I really don't know what it is. What used to be the mundane, seems to have gained the ability to catch my attention. Maybe the lack of sleep could be the root cause, and in most cases it can be. Sometimes I have that feeling that I am out of phase. Not really a bad thing, but just those moments where you feel out sync or out of the loop on things. Ehh it will pass. I must continue writing my paper. The day when I am done with school will be such a momentus occassion. I have, I think 13 class session to go, and finally I will have earned my MBA degree. Then I will have all the free time I want. =)

Some Early Spring Cleaning

Looking back at The Curb, I have realized how many times I have complained about not posting on a regular basis, and how I should revitilize this thing. Well...here is another one to add to the list. As I sit here, wondering what my future mumblings may be about, I really have a hankering for so true R&R. Funny though I have been on many trips, many vacations, everything seems to be stressfull. No matter how I slice it, I can't seem to catch a break. Maybe my knife has become dull and I need a good sharpening to get things going. Though what if...the knife was not the problem, but for the sake of the example, the tomato is too tough or weak, or etc etc. I don't know! I really hadn't had much time to assess if the knife or the tomato is the problem. Or maybe, just maybe it might be operator error, which in the grand scheme of things can be a likely cause. But since this is my blog, I will discount the operator error theory and just blame the knife. Perhaphs those Ginsu knives might just do the trick. Who knows! On a completely different yet related note, I have spruced up The Curb.