went shopping @ ontario mills and the shoe salesgirl was all up on my jock. half filipino, half black, all hotness. hell, she even saved me $30 off my new jordans!! if she asked me out to mongolian bbq, we'd be a match made in heaven.
majixnthemakeup: shes all over you like ketchup on your burgers foo
i got into the village today...butt i didn't get any of my roommates. 
the crappy thing is i think all the guys are on the otherside of the village.... 
anyways, the pic on the right is the map with casa del mel highlighted.
getting lost in pasadena for more than 2 hours is not my idea of fun...but it was worth meeting up with alan, cathy and natalie.
could i be more dyslexic??
Labelled lazy, dumb, careless, immature, "not trying hard enough," or "behavior problem."
Talented in art, drama, music, sports, mechanics, story-telling, sales, business, designing, building, or engineering.
Seems to "Zone out" or daydream often; gets lost easily or loses track of time.
Difficulty sustaining attention; seems "hyper" or "daydreamer."
Learns best through hands-on experience, demonstrations, experimentation, observation, and visual aids.
Confused by letters, numbers, words, sequences, or verbal explanations.
Reading or writing shows repetitions, additions, transpositions, omissions, substitutions, and reversals in letters, numbers and/or words.
Complains of feeling or seeing non-existent movement while reading, writing, or copying.
Seems to have difficulty with vision, yet eye exams don't reveal a problem.
Extremely keen sighted and observant, or lacks depth perception and peripheral vision.
Reads and rereads with little comprehension.
Spells phonetically and inconsistently.
Has extended hearing; hears things not said or apparent to others; easily distracted by sounds.
Difficulty putting thoughts into words; speaks in halting phrases; leaves sentences incomplete; stutters under stress; mispronounces long words, or transposes phrases, words, and syllables when speaking.
Trouble with writing or copying; pencil grip is unusual; handwriting varies or is illegible.
Can be ambidextrous, and often confuses left/right, over/under.
Has difficulty telling time, managing time, learning sequenced information or tasks, or being on time.
Computing math shows dependence on finger counting and other tricks; knows answers, but can't do it on paper.
Can count, but has difficulty counting objects and dealing with money.
Can do arithmetic, but fails word problems; cannot grasp algebra or higher math.
Excellent long-term memory for experiences, locations, and faces.
Poor memory for sequences, facts and information that has not been experienced.
Thinks primarily with images and feeling, not sounds or words (little internal dialogue).
Can be class clown, trouble-maker, or too quiet.
Strong sense of justice; emotionally sensitive; strives for perfection.
the object of the "game" was basically like The Weakest Link...except now you sit down if you get the answer correct...if you get the answer wrong, he makes fun of you and moves on down the line to the next victim. if no one gets the answer correct, then they vote off someone.
Yanaga: what's the denominator for days sales in accounts receivable?
Mohammed: ummm 365?
Yanaga: NOOOO!!!! what's wrong with you? we just went over this five minutes ago!!
Yanaga: brad??
Brad: umm...one?
Yanaga: NO!!!! everything in the universe is divisible by one!!!
Yanaga: Vanessa?
Vanessa: ummmm...is the denominator the top one or the bottom one?
Yanaga: oh god!!! you should've learned that in third grade!! that should've been like 12 years ago!!! i don't know how the hell you passed accounting, let alone fourth grade!!
its kinda funny to watch him make fun of people...butt i know its gonna suck ass when he gets me up there.
jammed nose-picking finger, sprained wrist, scraped right knee, bum left knee, jacked up right ankle and an aching left shoulder....
all because i was trying to impress the volleyball girls...
You never really know someone. You never really know what goes on inside one's head. You might know 'em...but you may never "know 'em" know 'em. The guy you passed by this morning on the way to class, what are all of his secrets?
The girl that sat next to you in the Union, minding her own business while you killed some time listening to your iPod mini on your 40 minute break between your classes...what about her? Sure, she was looking over her notes, flipping that mechanical pencil of hers between those fingers of hers...but really, what was going on her mind?
What about that guy on your buddylist. The guy that updates his away message with something completely random every moment he has the chance to...and changes his AIM Profile so damn often that you have to check on him because you don't want to miss out whatever perverted/cool/funky/funny thing that he found on the internet. So what about this guy? Do you know him? Do you really know him?
Sure you do. He's the guy that's always smiling. Always laughing. Always jolly. He's the guy that loves to make people smile and will do anything to do so. He's the guy that'll go on late night food runs to jack in the crack for his buddies in the dorms...or go on a shopping trip to all the nearby malls with the girls. Sure you know him. You know him real well.
Or maybe you have no idea.
Maybe underneath all of that there's a lot of confusion, pain & loneliness that he's hiding. Maybe he's realizing that life ain't a box of chocolates. Life never has a "happily ever after." Life just ain't fair.
Maybe a month ago he went to a drive-through ATM and found someone's bank card still in the machine, asking if you wanted another transaction. Instead of stealing all the money on the account, he took out the card, gave it to the first available bank teller and reported the card as "lost." Maybe he did it in the goodness of his heart. Maybe he did it because he strongly believes in "what goes around, comes around." Maybe one week later he leaves his bag downstairs of the Dining Commons, along with 40 other bags, only to come back 20 minutes later to find it stolen, along with his brand new books, cell phone and keys.
Maybe he's trying real hard to be optimistic...to look at the things he has as opposed to the things he doesn't. Maybe that's how he normally lives his life. But when everyone around him has found happiness in another, it just becomes a painful reminder of how lonely he is...and the fact that nobody knows.
Maybe its becoming painfully harder and harder each day. Maybe he goes over to this one girl's place down the hall to just to talk...only to find her talking to her new boyfriend. Maybe he gets bored and tries to talk to his friends online, only to find their away messages up saying "dinner with ____" and "phone with my baby." Maybe he tries to take his mind off everything by doing some work in his room, only to have his roommate and his girlfriend come in and start their little "puppy talk." Maybe he tries to mind his own business and watch tv, only to have a girl call him and ask for guy advice on her crush from MHR class.
Maybe he's so desperate for attention that he takes his once-a-crush-but-now-just-a-friend out for a bite to eat just so that for one moment...one tiny moment...he can feel like he's the only man in someone's life. Maybe he jokes around with her of how people just assume that they are boyfriend-girlfriend...when secretly he feels the slightest bit of satisfaction because for just once in his life he can walk around pretending to the world, "Yeah, she's with me." Maybe this helps him deal with the pain...maybe it makes it worse.
Maybe he's been wanting to vent out his frustrations to his favorite venting buddy since she is the one that can make him smile even in the saddest of times. After all, she's been there before and she knows exactly how it feels to be left out. But maybe she's found someone that makes her happy now, and the very last thing he wants to do is dump his negative energy on her and intrude on her newfound happiness.
Maybe that's how he is...maybe he cares more about the people around him than he cares about himself. He willingly tries to alleviate all of the negativity in his friends but never intends on venting his own negativity back. Maybe he'd feel guilty doing so...and maybe this is the kinda thing that's slowly killing him inside.
Maybe the loneliness is hopeless romance. Maybe its envy. Maybe its jealousy. Or maybe its just the yearning to feel important...to feel that he was put on this earth for a reason. Maybe its just the need to feel appreciated and to know that someone else out there actually gives a damn. Maybe all of this is just attention whoring. Or maybe its the feeling that his efforts have gone unnoticed, thus, unreciprocated. Maybe this all of these words are meaningless...something posted on the internet and passed around from xanga to xanga, email to email, messageboard to messageboard.
Or maybe this is me, Mel Tajon, and these are all of my confessions.
bag got stolen...along with more than $800 of stuff...to the fucker that has my bag, brand new books, cell phone, pda & keys: i hope you choke on a hot dog and die and a dog shits all over your grave.
the other day i won a contest...i won a $500 online shopping...if any of you guys want something, hit me up.
Do you want PERFECTION?
I'm sorry, Dad, BUT I CAN'T GIVE YOU THAT.
My brothers can drink BUT I CAN'T??
All the uncles can drink BUT I CAN'T??
You don't want me to drink at home??
You don't want me to drink outside??
You don't want me to drink at all??
I'M 22 AND I CAN'T MAKE THAT DECISION ON MY OWN???
I'm not allowed to have a few drinks with my friends??
Do you not want me to have friends at all??
Do you want me to give up my friends??
What do you want from me, Dad??
Do you want PERFECTION???
I'm sorry, Dad, BUT I CAN'T GIVE YOU THAT.
I try so damn hard to make you proud
But all you do is PUT ME DOWN.
NOT ONCE HAVE YOU EVER PICKED ME UP.
NOT ONCE.
YOU WATCH ME FALL AND YOU LEAVE ME THERE.
SOMETIMES THE GLASS IS ALMOST FULL
BUT ALL YOU SEE IS THE TINY BIT OF EMPTINESS
What do you want from me, Dad??
Do you want PERFECTION???
I'm sorry, Dad, BUT I CAN'T GIVE YOU THAT.
Do you even love me, Dad??
Do you??
Cuz you have a funny way of showing it...
by not showing it at all.
When I was younger, I promised myself that one day I would make you proud.
Maybe I should devote my life to PROVING YOU WRONG.
I AM NOT A FUCKING KID ANYMORE.
WHY WON'T YOU LET ME BE ME???
THIS IS WHO I AM. THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO BE.
I'M SORRY IF THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU.
You only see my faults.
You only see my mistakes.
You blow things out of proportion to make me feel GUILTY.
For once in your life, Dad, just for one moment
Show me that you love me.
Give me a little praise, Dad.
Have a little faith in me, Dad.
Believe in me, for once in your life, Dad.
That's all I ask.
