Song: One DayArtist: UGK, 3-2, Ron IsleyAlbum: Ridin' Dirty
Ron Isley:Well, well, well, well,
Hello, baby
Fool, one day you here...And then you gone.
Mama put me out at only fourteen
So, I start sellin' crack, cocaine, and codiene.
Time to stack some paper, I gotta do it quick,
Thinkin' I'm a juvenile,
But they don't know who they messin' with...yeah.
My mama's only son,
But I live everyday like its my muthafuckin' last one.
Every nigga and they mama aksin', "Why?"But I'm in the game, live by the game,
And in the game I'ma die;
And, if I die or should I say if I go,
Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the Come 'N Go
'Cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
The only thing promised to a playa is the penetentiary.
So, I'ma take care of my business on the smooth tip,
Watch my back sellin' crack and pack two clips.
'N when ya think about that,
You say "it'll be on", It's a trip you're here today
But the next day you're gone.
Chorus: (Ron Isley)
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone(The next day you're gone)
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone(Baby, the next day you're gone)
One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone(The next day you're gone)
One day you're here, babyAnd then you're gone
Bun B:This world we livin' in,
Man, it ain't nuthin' but drama;
Everyone wanna harm ya
In New York niggas gettin' shot fo bombers.
Now, they got yo' life in the palm of
They hand like California,
Niggas wit dubs of hydroponic marijuana.
Gangbangin' got the ghetto hotter than a sauna,
Down in Orange my nigga Fox died on the corner
Behind a funky-ass dice game.
I saw him once before he died
Wish it was twice, mayne.
I remember bein' eight deep off in Chucky crib,
Lettin' us act bad
Not givin' a fuck what we did.
When we lost him I knew the world was comin' to the end.
And, I had to quit lettin' that devil push me to a sin.
My brother been in the pen fo damn near ten;
But, now it look like when he come out, man, I'm goin' in.
So, shit, I walk around wit my mind blown
In my own fuckin' zone
'Cause one day you here,
But the next day you gone.
Chorus:One day you're here, baby
And then you're gone(The next day you're gone)
One day you're here, babyAnd then you're gone
Pimp C:I'm up early 'cause ain't enough light in the daytime.
Smoke two sweets,
And stol' these chickens fo' the clock strike nine.
Dream that holdin' my boulder smolder on the PA pipes;
AK loader as I get swallowed under city lights.
Niggas be lookin' shife
So, I look shife back.
Can't show no weakness with these bitches
Git yo life jacked.
Mayne, its a trip where I stay especially for me.
Them bitches tryin' to lock me up
For the whole century.
They gave my nigga, Donnie, 40, Dante, 19.
I wish that we could smoke again and take a tight lean.
My world a trip you can ask Bun B,Bitch, I ain't no liar.
My man Bobo jus' lost his baby in a house fire;
And, when I got on my knees that night to pray
I asked God, "Why you let these killas live,
And take my homeboy's son away?
"Man, if you got kids show 'em you love 'em'Cause God jus' might call 'em home,
'Cause one day they here,'N, baby the next day they gone.
-RIP Pimp
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
CRAZY, INSANE saturday night!
The night started off well.....
You know, the usual. Dinner, drink....
i actually went to dinner with my brothers ex girlfriend. he recently dogged her out and dumped her over text message and email. So not classy. In this case, i have her side. I'm all about family but i have morals and values and what he did to her was wrong. We actually haven't spoken in a few days.
The story is that they dated for over 2 years. He promised marriage earlier this year and they went as far as to introduce the parents to each other, numerous dinners and casual meeting later, their family seemed like a part of ours. What my brother failed to realize was that he was making a huge mistake by involving the families. Not only was he not ready for marriage but he was in love with his female best friend. A week ago Smitha and Neil broke up. This week, he has a new girlfriend, the best friend. BITCH. i knew of her but never thought that he was capable of doing something like that. I blame them both.
So yeah. we went to Tom Tom's. Had a great dinner, bottle of wine, and endless conversation.
Then on the the next stop. House Party at Mayo's!!
Thanks Hance for coming outside to get me. Mad love homie....
Shot of Jaeger right off top. Yum! The party was cool and i love Mayo's dog.
Next stop was Walrus. I always have a good time there and the music jams. One of the dudes from the party was there completely wasted out of his mind. He was over by the bathroom puking on the floor. I got him some water but he wouldn't drink it.
Ok back to the dance floor. Note to self: check on the drunk gay guy in 10 minutes.
Danced with AK, so random. Don't know how that came to play. Nice guy though.
Went back over to Gay Jeff and he was gone. i figured who ever he came with took him home or back to his car. Around 1 leave to go hang out with other friends in Addison. I was in a mood that night to bounce around from place to place. Kind of aloof but thats my personality. I can't help it and its fun so why change. I leave Walrus and Gay Jeff is around the corner from Walrus on the steps with his head in his hands.
"get up Jeff, I'll take you to your car"
"you have your keys right?"
Jeff - "yes, there in my pocket"
Ok cool. Back to Mayo's to look for a Rav 4 parked "somewhere on McKinney"
We get back to his car.... no keys. I wasn't going to let him drive , but instead of passing out on the steps by Walrus, he could pass out in his car.
dang it! no car keys, I'm about to go back to Walrus and i notice a pair of keys in my car. They were Julians and i'm a genius so i walk into Mayo's place, get the Rav 4 keys, leave Julians keys on the counter, and bingo, problem solved. Put Jeff in his car and i am on my merry way. Julian's dog was staring at me like "come pet me please".
Get back to Jeff and he was leaning up against his car. Standing up. Asleep. Somehow i knew Jeff wasn't going to attempt driving so i felt comfortable leaving him there. Not to mention i was tipsy and nothing seems like bad idea when i'm in that state... within reason of course.
I'm en route to Addison on 75 north. speeding in the left lane of course. All of a sudden in front of me, brake lights, flying glass, cars spinning. There was a 4 car crash right in front of me! i slammed on my brakes and almost throw up on myself. I was feet away from near death.
A truck in front smashed into the guard rail, a town car smashed into the guard rail and the truck. A CTS smashed into the town car and another car smashed into the CTS.
So i stop to make sure everyone is ok. Everyone gets out of their cars. No blood. Thank god.
The guy in the town car is the first to get out. his arms are burnt from the airbags. they both deployed. He stands around for a second. Starts his car and drives off. Nice. but hey who am i to judge.
Cars are wizzing by us on 75. everyone was able to pull their cars over to the median and mostly out of harms way. I start talking to the passenger of the CTS. He's talking about having to work early in the morning, his girlfriend is at home with the baby, being drunk and having to talk to police..... Long story short, i was going to Addison so i took him home. I call it being nice and having a heart. Other say its stupid and dangerous. I see their point but i am a really good judge of character. i can tell who has good intentions and who doesn't. I know that sounds irresponsible but i can just tell. and hey, i'm still alive. I lived on my own for 6 years and i'm a psych minor. I value my body and my life just like anyone else. but i also know who i can trust and who i can't. and i got $20 out of it. Standard fee for taking a drunk stranger home.
So thats pretty much it.
oh and i went to Manhattans and had a blast!
This week is sure to be a good one. Half a week, holidays, food, friends, god on my side, shopping, and more food. What more could a girl ask for??
You know, the usual. Dinner, drink....
i actually went to dinner with my brothers ex girlfriend. he recently dogged her out and dumped her over text message and email. So not classy. In this case, i have her side. I'm all about family but i have morals and values and what he did to her was wrong. We actually haven't spoken in a few days.
The story is that they dated for over 2 years. He promised marriage earlier this year and they went as far as to introduce the parents to each other, numerous dinners and casual meeting later, their family seemed like a part of ours. What my brother failed to realize was that he was making a huge mistake by involving the families. Not only was he not ready for marriage but he was in love with his female best friend. A week ago Smitha and Neil broke up. This week, he has a new girlfriend, the best friend. BITCH. i knew of her but never thought that he was capable of doing something like that. I blame them both.
So yeah. we went to Tom Tom's. Had a great dinner, bottle of wine, and endless conversation.
Then on the the next stop. House Party at Mayo's!!
Thanks Hance for coming outside to get me. Mad love homie....
Shot of Jaeger right off top. Yum! The party was cool and i love Mayo's dog.
Next stop was Walrus. I always have a good time there and the music jams. One of the dudes from the party was there completely wasted out of his mind. He was over by the bathroom puking on the floor. I got him some water but he wouldn't drink it.
Ok back to the dance floor. Note to self: check on the drunk gay guy in 10 minutes.
Danced with AK, so random. Don't know how that came to play. Nice guy though.
Went back over to Gay Jeff and he was gone. i figured who ever he came with took him home or back to his car. Around 1 leave to go hang out with other friends in Addison. I was in a mood that night to bounce around from place to place. Kind of aloof but thats my personality. I can't help it and its fun so why change. I leave Walrus and Gay Jeff is around the corner from Walrus on the steps with his head in his hands.
"get up Jeff, I'll take you to your car"
"you have your keys right?"
Jeff - "yes, there in my pocket"
Ok cool. Back to Mayo's to look for a Rav 4 parked "somewhere on McKinney"
We get back to his car.... no keys. I wasn't going to let him drive , but instead of passing out on the steps by Walrus, he could pass out in his car.
dang it! no car keys, I'm about to go back to Walrus and i notice a pair of keys in my car. They were Julians and i'm a genius so i walk into Mayo's place, get the Rav 4 keys, leave Julians keys on the counter, and bingo, problem solved. Put Jeff in his car and i am on my merry way. Julian's dog was staring at me like "come pet me please".
Get back to Jeff and he was leaning up against his car. Standing up. Asleep. Somehow i knew Jeff wasn't going to attempt driving so i felt comfortable leaving him there. Not to mention i was tipsy and nothing seems like bad idea when i'm in that state... within reason of course.
I'm en route to Addison on 75 north. speeding in the left lane of course. All of a sudden in front of me, brake lights, flying glass, cars spinning. There was a 4 car crash right in front of me! i slammed on my brakes and almost throw up on myself. I was feet away from near death.
A truck in front smashed into the guard rail, a town car smashed into the guard rail and the truck. A CTS smashed into the town car and another car smashed into the CTS.
So i stop to make sure everyone is ok. Everyone gets out of their cars. No blood. Thank god.
The guy in the town car is the first to get out. his arms are burnt from the airbags. they both deployed. He stands around for a second. Starts his car and drives off. Nice. but hey who am i to judge.
Cars are wizzing by us on 75. everyone was able to pull their cars over to the median and mostly out of harms way. I start talking to the passenger of the CTS. He's talking about having to work early in the morning, his girlfriend is at home with the baby, being drunk and having to talk to police..... Long story short, i was going to Addison so i took him home. I call it being nice and having a heart. Other say its stupid and dangerous. I see their point but i am a really good judge of character. i can tell who has good intentions and who doesn't. I know that sounds irresponsible but i can just tell. and hey, i'm still alive. I lived on my own for 6 years and i'm a psych minor. I value my body and my life just like anyone else. but i also know who i can trust and who i can't. and i got $20 out of it. Standard fee for taking a drunk stranger home.
So thats pretty much it.
oh and i went to Manhattans and had a blast!
This week is sure to be a good one. Half a week, holidays, food, friends, god on my side, shopping, and more food. What more could a girl ask for??
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Alive Day
"In a war that has left more than 25,000 wounded, ALIVE DAY MEMORIES: HOME FROM IRAQ looks at a new generation of veterans. Executive Producer James Gandolfini interviews ten Soldiers and Marines who reveal their feelings on their future, their severe disabilities and their devotion to America. The documentary surveys the physical and emotional cost of war through memories of their "alive day," the day they narrowly escaped death in Iraq."
i watched a special last night on HBO. It was total raw, uncut footage of what happens when war heros come home and face the reality of their wounds. Whether it be severe psychological trauma or a loss of 2 legs and an arm, these soldiers are out there for this country putting their life on the line. Sure we hear the numbers... in 5 years of war, about 3,000 soldiers dead. But what about the ones who lived through their injuries. There are 25,000 of these stories to be told.
One son sits in front of the camera with his mom close by holding his hand. She holds on for emotional support and also to control the uncontrolled movement of his left arm. If she lets go, his arm moves uncontrollably much like the limbs on any mentally challenged child. But her son wasn't born that way and he is not a child. He's a 27 year old war veteran and 3/4 of his brain is gone. It was blown off in a road side bomb in Iraq. He used to play football, clown around with the guys, and be a typical young american guy. Now he's is confined to a wheel chair with the mental capacity of a 5 year old. All he has left is a crappy military paycheck and his mom.
Another man comes home with no eyes. He still wears his wedding ring even though his wife left him. She was unable to cope with his injuries. He doesn't wear the ring on his finger though. He had the diamonds taken out and embedded in one of his prosthetic eyes. The other eye socket stays empty because the scar tissue healed in a way that prevents a prosthetic from being placed inside. He was also caught in a toxic road side bomb when his vision went black. He now talks of the violent dreams he has every night. One in particular where he sinks his teeth into a mans neck and rips out his throat. These dreams weren't there before he left for war. Hmmm.......
A young red head woman, full of life, full of hope for the future, thinks about the marriage she hopes for and the children she will one day have. She remembers how quiet and peaceful it was the night a mini rocket blew off her shoulder. Despite being literally half a person, she is thankful to still be here. Her family and her church stand with her always. Fighting to keep up her spirits are challenging and often she breaks down. "Will my children even love me for who I am and not for what I look like." ...."i hope they still love me, what can you do..."
The documentary beats any piece of crap reality show or sporting event we load our minds with every day. It makes me wonder why MTV is over in Austrailia filming kids getting drunk and having sex instead of the teens we have at war, getting blown to bits while fighting for a unknown cause. Not the best thing to watch before you go to bed. But a great way for me to remember the soldiers and see the sacrifices they make on our behalf.
i watched a special last night on HBO. It was total raw, uncut footage of what happens when war heros come home and face the reality of their wounds. Whether it be severe psychological trauma or a loss of 2 legs and an arm, these soldiers are out there for this country putting their life on the line. Sure we hear the numbers... in 5 years of war, about 3,000 soldiers dead. But what about the ones who lived through their injuries. There are 25,000 of these stories to be told.
One son sits in front of the camera with his mom close by holding his hand. She holds on for emotional support and also to control the uncontrolled movement of his left arm. If she lets go, his arm moves uncontrollably much like the limbs on any mentally challenged child. But her son wasn't born that way and he is not a child. He's a 27 year old war veteran and 3/4 of his brain is gone. It was blown off in a road side bomb in Iraq. He used to play football, clown around with the guys, and be a typical young american guy. Now he's is confined to a wheel chair with the mental capacity of a 5 year old. All he has left is a crappy military paycheck and his mom.
Another man comes home with no eyes. He still wears his wedding ring even though his wife left him. She was unable to cope with his injuries. He doesn't wear the ring on his finger though. He had the diamonds taken out and embedded in one of his prosthetic eyes. The other eye socket stays empty because the scar tissue healed in a way that prevents a prosthetic from being placed inside. He was also caught in a toxic road side bomb when his vision went black. He now talks of the violent dreams he has every night. One in particular where he sinks his teeth into a mans neck and rips out his throat. These dreams weren't there before he left for war. Hmmm.......
A young red head woman, full of life, full of hope for the future, thinks about the marriage she hopes for and the children she will one day have. She remembers how quiet and peaceful it was the night a mini rocket blew off her shoulder. Despite being literally half a person, she is thankful to still be here. Her family and her church stand with her always. Fighting to keep up her spirits are challenging and often she breaks down. "Will my children even love me for who I am and not for what I look like." ...."i hope they still love me, what can you do..."
The documentary beats any piece of crap reality show or sporting event we load our minds with every day. It makes me wonder why MTV is over in Austrailia filming kids getting drunk and having sex instead of the teens we have at war, getting blown to bits while fighting for a unknown cause. Not the best thing to watch before you go to bed. But a great way for me to remember the soldiers and see the sacrifices they make on our behalf.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Trash Can Punch of the Gods
Any suggestions on what to pour into the punch?
i was thinking Vodka, 151, and .....
i was thinking Vodka, 151, and .....
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Real Talk by BabyBenz
Captured by lyrics......
Ronad Isley plays on in the background…..
Hailed as the greatest writer of the 21st century...
Ya’ll question whether I’m falling off…
I’m really confused ya’ll on this one…
I’m usually what they whisper about…
I’ve been in it this since Chips was out…..
You might see me anywhere, day in the life….
I’m so bossy, boy get off me…..
Laid back, Maybach, don't even talk to me......
Here’s that ignorant shit you like…
I’m only trying to give you what you want….
They're all actors looking at themselves in the mirror backwards...
Can't even face themselves....
DON"T FEAR NO RAPPERS.....
Don’t believe everything your earlobe captures, its mostly backwards….
What do my lyrics got to do with this shit!
Scarface the movie did more than Scarface the rapper to me…
Are you saying what I’m spittin’ is worse than these celebutants showin their kittens, you kiddin?
Ronad Isley plays on in the background…..
Hailed as the greatest writer of the 21st century...
Ya’ll question whether I’m falling off…
I’m really confused ya’ll on this one…
I’m usually what they whisper about…
I’ve been in it this since Chips was out…..
You might see me anywhere, day in the life….
I’m so bossy, boy get off me…..
Laid back, Maybach, don't even talk to me......
Here’s that ignorant shit you like…
I’m only trying to give you what you want….
They're all actors looking at themselves in the mirror backwards...
Can't even face themselves....
DON"T FEAR NO RAPPERS.....
Don’t believe everything your earlobe captures, its mostly backwards….
What do my lyrics got to do with this shit!
Scarface the movie did more than Scarface the rapper to me…
Are you saying what I’m spittin’ is worse than these celebutants showin their kittens, you kiddin?
The Broken Camera Party
Yo!!! So look forward to the unofficial official Kanye After Party at loft no.617. at the residence of Hance T. and Nino C.
Get excited. Featuring the Trash Can Punch of the Gods. This is the after party for the ages.
Too bad i have to wake up and run a 5K. Please don't let me drink too much!
Get excited. Featuring the Trash Can Punch of the Gods. This is the after party for the ages.
Too bad i have to wake up and run a 5K. Please don't let me drink too much!
Love to Hate
Don Shula wants the league to put an asterisk next to the Pats record this year. hahahahaha. I love it and i think its brilliant. Obviously he's enjoyed holding on to that title of being undefeated for over 30 years. But they did video and audiotape the opposing sideline. There will always be mention of the cheating whenever their legacy is discussed. Its inevitable at this point. Maybe if they hadn't run up the score.....
Also i liked how they accused the Colts of adding noise to the stadium. The league officially disagreed today.
Also i liked how they accused the Colts of adding noise to the stadium. The league officially disagreed today.
Did i mention the cocaine remnants on his counter...
What would i change if i could......
So this weekend a few friends of mine go down to Victory Plaza to watch the TX v. OSU game. This is area has brought some amazing things to Dallas. The whole package including the 4 - 5 star restaurants, the shopping, the 3 jumbotrons, not to mention the TRL-esque news station located right on the corner. Its all really something that i could get used to. I am going to make it a point to go out there once every few weeks and support the cause. Why not go watch football on a 10,000 inch monitor in the beautiful weather, watching beautiful people, enjoying a beautifully cold beverage. i had a great time and my friends did to. One of these friends was in town for the weekend from Atlanta. Being that i knew he was getting tired of Atlanta living, i took the saturday as an oppurtunity to show off the new Dallas. He was set on getting up to the Ghost Bar during the day to see what all the fuss was about. i assured him that not only was it just club with spectacular views but its was not going to be open for viewing at 4pm in the afternoon. Sorry buddy, not gonna happen.
But just for the sake of doing it, we tried anyways. The W is just like any other hotel. You can literally walk in the doors and walk around wherever you want, within reason. Like we found out on Sat, there is a lobby for guest and there is a separate lobby for residents. We are roaming around trying to find a way to get up to the 30th floor. the Ghost bar elevators are closed so that option was out. Ok so lets try the stairs. After 15 flight i felt like i just ran a 5k. We got off of the 15th floor only to find a hallway full of hotel rooms and hotel maids. The elevator we can across only went up to 17. Oh well, we're already up here. Might as well go up to 17. We get off at 17 and see that theres a gym and an over look to the pool on the 16th floor. The heated pool overlooks Victory Plaza and the screens. One would be able to sit in the infinity pool and watch games from the JumboTron.
A man walked up to my friend and I am introduced himself. "hi, i'm so and so and i live here in the W" He was on his way up to his room and saw that we were curiously wandering around the 17th floor. He smelled like grass and beer. With cup in hand he went on to tell us about the golf tournament, living at the W, and all the wonderful things there are to do when you pay $3,000 a month. He was leasing a 1 bedroom up on the 26th floor. "You guys wanna come up?"
"um...hell yeah"
So on we go up to his room. He was about 30 something, single, not a care in the world.
"pardon the mess, we got crazy last night"
We understood. I am no amateur when it comes to getting crazy at night and leaving your place looking like a hot mess until the morning. Heck just ask my roommate. He knows all about it. And how crazy is it that this random white guy invites us up to his apartment at the W. I thought only people like Mark Cuban and Mike Madano got this kind of real estate.
So we're up there. Wood floors, Sub zero appliance, huge balcony facing downtown (i mean really fuking huge), just amazing.
Finally i had to ask..."what do you do?"
Basically "how the hell do you afford this place?"
He goes on to explain that he's an orthodontist. Him and his father own a private practive in Southlake and apparently its doing well.
That brings me to the one thing i could change about my life. MY PROFESSION!
So this weekend a few friends of mine go down to Victory Plaza to watch the TX v. OSU game. This is area has brought some amazing things to Dallas. The whole package including the 4 - 5 star restaurants, the shopping, the 3 jumbotrons, not to mention the TRL-esque news station located right on the corner. Its all really something that i could get used to. I am going to make it a point to go out there once every few weeks and support the cause. Why not go watch football on a 10,000 inch monitor in the beautiful weather, watching beautiful people, enjoying a beautifully cold beverage. i had a great time and my friends did to. One of these friends was in town for the weekend from Atlanta. Being that i knew he was getting tired of Atlanta living, i took the saturday as an oppurtunity to show off the new Dallas. He was set on getting up to the Ghost Bar during the day to see what all the fuss was about. i assured him that not only was it just club with spectacular views but its was not going to be open for viewing at 4pm in the afternoon. Sorry buddy, not gonna happen.
But just for the sake of doing it, we tried anyways. The W is just like any other hotel. You can literally walk in the doors and walk around wherever you want, within reason. Like we found out on Sat, there is a lobby for guest and there is a separate lobby for residents. We are roaming around trying to find a way to get up to the 30th floor. the Ghost bar elevators are closed so that option was out. Ok so lets try the stairs. After 15 flight i felt like i just ran a 5k. We got off of the 15th floor only to find a hallway full of hotel rooms and hotel maids. The elevator we can across only went up to 17. Oh well, we're already up here. Might as well go up to 17. We get off at 17 and see that theres a gym and an over look to the pool on the 16th floor. The heated pool overlooks Victory Plaza and the screens. One would be able to sit in the infinity pool and watch games from the JumboTron.
A man walked up to my friend and I am introduced himself. "hi, i'm so and so and i live here in the W" He was on his way up to his room and saw that we were curiously wandering around the 17th floor. He smelled like grass and beer. With cup in hand he went on to tell us about the golf tournament, living at the W, and all the wonderful things there are to do when you pay $3,000 a month. He was leasing a 1 bedroom up on the 26th floor. "You guys wanna come up?"
"um...hell yeah"
So on we go up to his room. He was about 30 something, single, not a care in the world.
"pardon the mess, we got crazy last night"
We understood. I am no amateur when it comes to getting crazy at night and leaving your place looking like a hot mess until the morning. Heck just ask my roommate. He knows all about it. And how crazy is it that this random white guy invites us up to his apartment at the W. I thought only people like Mark Cuban and Mike Madano got this kind of real estate.
So we're up there. Wood floors, Sub zero appliance, huge balcony facing downtown (i mean really fuking huge), just amazing.
Finally i had to ask..."what do you do?"
Basically "how the hell do you afford this place?"
He goes on to explain that he's an orthodontist. Him and his father own a private practive in Southlake and apparently its doing well.
That brings me to the one thing i could change about my life. MY PROFESSION!
Teach me how to commit
I really just have serious issues. Committment doesn't scare me. i actually welcome it. but i don't know how! Therefore I blog to sort out and brainstorm.
But i just hit a mental wall, so i'm done for now.
but dating is freaking impossible!!! i hate it.
But i just hit a mental wall, so i'm done for now.
but dating is freaking impossible!!! i hate it.
Miss you
I have a new thing. I'm gonna start photoblogging. I sat up last night and looked at pictures last night with a friend. There are so many stories, so many word behind a picture. It just makes things funner. (thats a word in my dictionary)
So the above picture is the picture that means most to me right now. This month will mark the 6 month anniversary of the death of my grandparents. Its just not getting easy to talk about. I wasn't able to before without getting upset and losing my train of thought. Literally i would try to describe what happened and how it all went down, and all these thoughts start rushing to my head and once. So i just quit trying.
Its the craziest thing our family has ever dealt with. Crazier than anything my parents could have dealt with growing up in Burma, getting kicked out and moving to India. Crazier than us being raised as first generation children. Crazier than anything any of us can remember from our childhood. But who knows, maybe things like this happen everyday. Just not to the Chawla family.
As things happen when you get old, my grand dad has a stroke in Feb. Boom! Our life changes significantly. Once a family rarely plagued with illness, we are spending countless nights in and out of CCU, ICU, and rehab. This was my fathers dad and his parents were living with us at the time. He finally comes home in April. Things are looking better but he is not the man he once was. Unable to care and provide basic needs for himself. But he was better. We stayed busy with his rehad, working closely with the schedule of therapists coming in and out of the home. His wife of 60 years suffered silently watching her life partner dwindle away. When he fell for his stroke, her screams echoed through the house. "Don't leave me here!" "I can't be without you, don't leave me". Well her prayers worked because he didn't leave and he stayed. Now we know the reason he fought so hard to make it through the stroke. He couldn't disobey direct orders of his wife and leave her here without him. Times were rough but we still had our grandparents, so what else could we ask for.
The six children that their love brought to life all live in American. So my father along with his brother and four sisters cared for their parents just as their parents once cared for them. Thank god my family wasn't in this alone. It literally took a village to get grand dad back to comfortable living. Like i said, he's home in April. and the story starts from there.
May 1st, my brother walks in the house at 2 am in the morning to find my grandmother laying on the floor. Holding her head with one hand and reaching out for help with the other. She never comes out of her coma. For two weeks we stood at her bedside. Conditions didn't get any better and we had come to the realization. The pain of watching her husband go through his stroke was too much to bare. She self medicated and stressed herself to death. At first is was hush hush around the house. Cuz how do we tell her husband, a rehabing stroke patient, that his wife will never come out of the hospital. Because of his condition, for a few days we were able to say that grandma was just upstairs in her room or away at the grocery store. Finally the truth came out. My dad explained to him about my grandmothers fall in the middle of the night and we took her to see him.
Finally the truth had to come out. My dad explained to him about my grandmothers fall in the middle of the night. We took her to see him. the picture above is his first time seeing his wife almost lifeless in ICU. We all lost it of course. We stood by him as he cried. He held her hand like he always had. Just as they are in the picture, her hand always safely nestled under his.
She died May 14th, 2007. My mom called me at work the day after Mothers Day. I felt like crawling up under my desk. My stomach turned and felt sick. This was the very first time in my entire 26 years of living that death struck our family. She was cremated on Thursday, May 17th. We took grand dad in his wheelchair to the funeral. He left after a brief goodbye. We walked her casket down the path to the crematorium off in the distance. Hand in hand, the Chawla family walked behind her praying for her and praying for each other. Granddad was in good spirits for the rest of that day. He looked around knowing he had his children and grandchildren there to love him and care for him the way his wife once did. That night the grandchildren took him out to his favorite restaurant for dinner. The adults stayed home while my brother and I and my two cousins from Portland sat with him and reassured him that everything was going to be ok.
That was his last meal. The next morning we found him lifeless in his chair. He left to be with her. Without notice and without suffering. He adhered to my grandmothers wishes. "Don't leave me!" and he didn't. She was gone and now he was free to do the same.
The funeral home came him got him the very same day. Again, we walked behind him hand in hand. Praying for us and praying for them, because we knew they were together again. In 60 years of marriage, they were apart for one day. That was one day too long.
So the above picture is the picture that means most to me right now. This month will mark the 6 month anniversary of the death of my grandparents. Its just not getting easy to talk about. I wasn't able to before without getting upset and losing my train of thought. Literally i would try to describe what happened and how it all went down, and all these thoughts start rushing to my head and once. So i just quit trying.
Its the craziest thing our family has ever dealt with. Crazier than anything my parents could have dealt with growing up in Burma, getting kicked out and moving to India. Crazier than us being raised as first generation children. Crazier than anything any of us can remember from our childhood. But who knows, maybe things like this happen everyday. Just not to the Chawla family.
As things happen when you get old, my grand dad has a stroke in Feb. Boom! Our life changes significantly. Once a family rarely plagued with illness, we are spending countless nights in and out of CCU, ICU, and rehab. This was my fathers dad and his parents were living with us at the time. He finally comes home in April. Things are looking better but he is not the man he once was. Unable to care and provide basic needs for himself. But he was better. We stayed busy with his rehad, working closely with the schedule of therapists coming in and out of the home. His wife of 60 years suffered silently watching her life partner dwindle away. When he fell for his stroke, her screams echoed through the house. "Don't leave me here!" "I can't be without you, don't leave me". Well her prayers worked because he didn't leave and he stayed. Now we know the reason he fought so hard to make it through the stroke. He couldn't disobey direct orders of his wife and leave her here without him. Times were rough but we still had our grandparents, so what else could we ask for.
The six children that their love brought to life all live in American. So my father along with his brother and four sisters cared for their parents just as their parents once cared for them. Thank god my family wasn't in this alone. It literally took a village to get grand dad back to comfortable living. Like i said, he's home in April. and the story starts from there.
May 1st, my brother walks in the house at 2 am in the morning to find my grandmother laying on the floor. Holding her head with one hand and reaching out for help with the other. She never comes out of her coma. For two weeks we stood at her bedside. Conditions didn't get any better and we had come to the realization. The pain of watching her husband go through his stroke was too much to bare. She self medicated and stressed herself to death. At first is was hush hush around the house. Cuz how do we tell her husband, a rehabing stroke patient, that his wife will never come out of the hospital. Because of his condition, for a few days we were able to say that grandma was just upstairs in her room or away at the grocery store. Finally the truth came out. My dad explained to him about my grandmothers fall in the middle of the night and we took her to see him.
Finally the truth had to come out. My dad explained to him about my grandmothers fall in the middle of the night. We took her to see him. the picture above is his first time seeing his wife almost lifeless in ICU. We all lost it of course. We stood by him as he cried. He held her hand like he always had. Just as they are in the picture, her hand always safely nestled under his.
She died May 14th, 2007. My mom called me at work the day after Mothers Day. I felt like crawling up under my desk. My stomach turned and felt sick. This was the very first time in my entire 26 years of living that death struck our family. She was cremated on Thursday, May 17th. We took grand dad in his wheelchair to the funeral. He left after a brief goodbye. We walked her casket down the path to the crematorium off in the distance. Hand in hand, the Chawla family walked behind her praying for her and praying for each other. Granddad was in good spirits for the rest of that day. He looked around knowing he had his children and grandchildren there to love him and care for him the way his wife once did. That night the grandchildren took him out to his favorite restaurant for dinner. The adults stayed home while my brother and I and my two cousins from Portland sat with him and reassured him that everything was going to be ok.
That was his last meal. The next morning we found him lifeless in his chair. He left to be with her. Without notice and without suffering. He adhered to my grandmothers wishes. "Don't leave me!" and he didn't. She was gone and now he was free to do the same.
The funeral home came him got him the very same day. Again, we walked behind him hand in hand. Praying for us and praying for them, because we knew they were together again. In 60 years of marriage, they were apart for one day. That was one day too long.
Optimus Prime is my hero... by way of Bob Marley
The name of my 2 kids.... when i have them. You'll have to excuse me. i am on a Transformers high. Finally saw it last night and i loved it. Haha! ok. but really i would never give my kids those names. I'll save them for my dogs.
Coming up off a great weekend. Hung out with my roomie and his cute friends. No complaints about that.
like i was telling my roommate earlier, its one of the first weekends that i didn't spend in Plano with the family. Almost every weekend, on Saturday morning i pack my bags and drive to Plano. After a hard week at work, its where i go to unwind, eat good, and just chill. I don't do much there except play with my dog, talk to my mom, talk business with my dad, go to the mall, and watch TV. But by doing so i realize that i am missing out on a lot of fun. I love where i live, i love the area, i love the people... why am i not soaking it up?
Sundays will always be family day, but now officially Saturday is "stay in Dallas and do anything and everything" day.
Coming up off a great weekend. Hung out with my roomie and his cute friends. No complaints about that.
like i was telling my roommate earlier, its one of the first weekends that i didn't spend in Plano with the family. Almost every weekend, on Saturday morning i pack my bags and drive to Plano. After a hard week at work, its where i go to unwind, eat good, and just chill. I don't do much there except play with my dog, talk to my mom, talk business with my dad, go to the mall, and watch TV. But by doing so i realize that i am missing out on a lot of fun. I love where i live, i love the area, i love the people... why am i not soaking it up?
Sundays will always be family day, but now officially Saturday is "stay in Dallas and do anything and everything" day.
I have a Green Thumb
The situation with our natural resources.....
Not trying to get all green on you, but we face a dangerous problem. The amount of waste that this country produces is phenomenal in comparison to other parts of the world. I am now suddenly noticing the changes because of my recent trip abroad. The differences are small but significant.
Essentially it comes down to the fact that Americans have luxuries that are not offered anywhere else. With all these luxuries, we are spoiled and the little things are taken for granted. This holds true, for instance, in restaurants. In america, you have all the amenities you need right there at the counter. Water is free and the condiments are unlimited. I had little to no appreciation for this until my trip a few weeks ago. There wasn't a restaurant in site that wouldn't make you pay for water or the extras. Sure, it was irritating to know that if i wanted water with my dinner, it would mean paying $2 Euro ($3.50 USD) for a bottle. Thats unheard of where i come from. But then you have to stop and think, how much water are we wasting when everyone who sits down for a meal is offered a free glass of water. Then you have the environmentalists saying that they want people to turn off the tap while you brush your teeth, take shorter showers, install low flow this and that. Why not start by taking aim at restaurants who could benefit greatly from charging for water and help the environment all at the same time. Think about all those ketchup packets that you have sitting around your home and office. Those are going to end up as more waste. In Europe, they charge you for those extras.
In the big picture of it all, it makes sense. I may not be around when our natural resources are all tapped out, and landfill can't fill anymore, but when they say that they little things make a big difference, thats what the hell they mean. Just because we feel that we are owed those amenities, do we really have to take advantage of them at the expense of the environment.
Don't even get me started on the monster cars that we feel the need to drive.
Not trying to get all green on you, but we face a dangerous problem. The amount of waste that this country produces is phenomenal in comparison to other parts of the world. I am now suddenly noticing the changes because of my recent trip abroad. The differences are small but significant.
Essentially it comes down to the fact that Americans have luxuries that are not offered anywhere else. With all these luxuries, we are spoiled and the little things are taken for granted. This holds true, for instance, in restaurants. In america, you have all the amenities you need right there at the counter. Water is free and the condiments are unlimited. I had little to no appreciation for this until my trip a few weeks ago. There wasn't a restaurant in site that wouldn't make you pay for water or the extras. Sure, it was irritating to know that if i wanted water with my dinner, it would mean paying $2 Euro ($3.50 USD) for a bottle. Thats unheard of where i come from. But then you have to stop and think, how much water are we wasting when everyone who sits down for a meal is offered a free glass of water. Then you have the environmentalists saying that they want people to turn off the tap while you brush your teeth, take shorter showers, install low flow this and that. Why not start by taking aim at restaurants who could benefit greatly from charging for water and help the environment all at the same time. Think about all those ketchup packets that you have sitting around your home and office. Those are going to end up as more waste. In Europe, they charge you for those extras.
In the big picture of it all, it makes sense. I may not be around when our natural resources are all tapped out, and landfill can't fill anymore, but when they say that they little things make a big difference, thats what the hell they mean. Just because we feel that we are owed those amenities, do we really have to take advantage of them at the expense of the environment.
Don't even get me started on the monster cars that we feel the need to drive.
Random thoughts by some indian chick
Good morning me! wow. work is extra boring today. but i have something extra special to look forward to this week. On Friday, i am flying out to England to meet up with my cousin, my mom, and my aunt. From there we fly to Portugal, Madrid, and Barcelona. I think thats the order. i didn't really plan it, so i'm shady on the details. I need this trip. Doing the same old thing is getting old. i need a break from the daily grind. Not to sound like a spoiled brat though. Don't feel sorry for me. i have a great life. i just like to bitch and complain every now and again. But i still appreciate everything that i am given and have the oppurtunity to do.
I am seeing things so different recently. i don't go out as much, i spend WAY more time with closer friends and family, and i am just ready to be more settled. Its been easier lately to spot the fake people and keep them far away from me. I had tons of fake friends in the past. As they say, you know people for a reason, a season, or for a lifetime. I've had them all. Same goes for men. i have yet to meet the one that will be in my life for a lifetime, but i'm not ready for all that yet. i'll be ready when i'm ready. as far as people giving me a timeline on when certain things need to be done, they need to find something better to do with their time.
i played basketball this weekend for the first time in a really long time. I have muscles hurting that i didn't even know i had. why the heck do my armpits hurts?
Cowboys are 3-0. haha! i live for this shit.
I am seeing things so different recently. i don't go out as much, i spend WAY more time with closer friends and family, and i am just ready to be more settled. Its been easier lately to spot the fake people and keep them far away from me. I had tons of fake friends in the past. As they say, you know people for a reason, a season, or for a lifetime. I've had them all. Same goes for men. i have yet to meet the one that will be in my life for a lifetime, but i'm not ready for all that yet. i'll be ready when i'm ready. as far as people giving me a timeline on when certain things need to be done, they need to find something better to do with their time.
i played basketball this weekend for the first time in a really long time. I have muscles hurting that i didn't even know i had. why the heck do my armpits hurts?
Cowboys are 3-0. haha! i live for this shit.
Random thoughts by some Indian chick
So i'm bored at work and my roomie told me i was slacking on my blog so might as well. My boss is not here today so its pretty much a free for all. and i was a good co worker today and brought chicken biscuits for breakfast for all. What a treat! i love that place. but i don't really eat fast food so now i feel fat. boo! i am looking forward to a casual weekend at the house, by the pool. If it rains, i don't care, i'll still be out there.
No drinking for me tonight or tomorrow. I am saving my time, energy, money, and liver for Sunday's beer and liquor Football Throwdown. The backdrop for this fiesta is of course the Boys v. Bears game. So much anticipation building up right now. Its huge. me and the coworkers have been talking shit to each other about it all week. The #1 offense in the NFC v. the #1 defense in the league. (i think) so look forward to that. and if your not a football fan, your weak. i won't date a guy who is not a fan.
i was at the gym the other day checking out this fly honey at the counter. it was monday night and the folks at the counter were talking about how every guy in the gym wanted the monday night game to be on. Of course the Cowboys came up because we had just beat the life out of Miami. The hottie says that he doesn't really get into football. all of a sudden not so hot anymore. maybe he was gay. which, i'm told, is what that particular gym is full of. i don't see it but my gay-dar is weak. its all the liquor. ok gotta go. bye
No drinking for me tonight or tomorrow. I am saving my time, energy, money, and liver for Sunday's beer and liquor Football Throwdown. The backdrop for this fiesta is of course the Boys v. Bears game. So much anticipation building up right now. Its huge. me and the coworkers have been talking shit to each other about it all week. The #1 offense in the NFC v. the #1 defense in the league. (i think) so look forward to that. and if your not a football fan, your weak. i won't date a guy who is not a fan.
i was at the gym the other day checking out this fly honey at the counter. it was monday night and the folks at the counter were talking about how every guy in the gym wanted the monday night game to be on. Of course the Cowboys came up because we had just beat the life out of Miami. The hottie says that he doesn't really get into football. all of a sudden not so hot anymore. maybe he was gay. which, i'm told, is what that particular gym is full of. i don't see it but my gay-dar is weak. its all the liquor. ok gotta go. bye
My First Post
Yo....
Went out last night. To Ghost Bar with my friend Wayne. DJ AM was there but from what i remember, the music was whack. he was trying to appeal the white uppidy crowd. Does he not know that true Dallas people listen to mostly hip hop, i think. Anyway, it was DJ AM and in his community, he is somewhat legendary.
So, like i was saying i went to the GB (ghost bar) with Wayne. if you ask him, i am his ex-girlfriend. which is strange because i didn't even know we were together in the first place.
oh! and i can't believe i am leaving for europe in 8 days!!! so freaking excited.
so yeah. yesterday was fun. i have class tonight and then going to Plano and passing the hell out. i told my brother i have a surprise for him. he thinks its something good but all it really is taking me to the tattoo shop. i want him to be there for what i am getting done. its small and its in dedication to my grandparents whom i lost in May, on the same week. talk about not being about to live without someone. every story that i ever heard about love and devotion to someone all made sense after that. there is one person out there for everyone and that person would die for you or die without you. Thats just how God made things.....perfect.
Went out last night. To Ghost Bar with my friend Wayne. DJ AM was there but from what i remember, the music was whack. he was trying to appeal the white uppidy crowd. Does he not know that true Dallas people listen to mostly hip hop, i think. Anyway, it was DJ AM and in his community, he is somewhat legendary.
So, like i was saying i went to the GB (ghost bar) with Wayne. if you ask him, i am his ex-girlfriend. which is strange because i didn't even know we were together in the first place.
oh! and i can't believe i am leaving for europe in 8 days!!! so freaking excited.
so yeah. yesterday was fun. i have class tonight and then going to Plano and passing the hell out. i told my brother i have a surprise for him. he thinks its something good but all it really is taking me to the tattoo shop. i want him to be there for what i am getting done. its small and its in dedication to my grandparents whom i lost in May, on the same week. talk about not being about to live without someone. every story that i ever heard about love and devotion to someone all made sense after that. there is one person out there for everyone and that person would die for you or die without you. Thats just how God made things.....perfect.
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