tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83718712011-08-01T08:52:47.983-07:00Travel with me, my friend, down a path through the depths of my thoughts and experiences on my journey through life.Kilikinanoreply@blogger.comBlogger331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1158089081391944192006-09-12T12:24:00.000-07:002006-09-12T12:24:42.170-07:00

Street Fair

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1157005880397921832006-08-30T23:07:00.000-07:002006-08-30T23:41:00.960-07:00

As I stood in a single file line, waiting to see my doctor, feeling like I'm in line in a foreign country waiting to receive a piece of bread, I took a quick glance around the room. A 60 something woman dressed in a pink jumpsuit reading a large print magazine on the south side of the room and two 30 something, large figured women sitting close, round elbows touching, clucking like two hens on a

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1156991134601606292006-08-30T19:04:00.000-07:002006-08-31T00:05:42.146-07:00

Feeling the warm sun kiss my face, listening to the subtle and soothing sounds of the ocean water cleansing the sand, I find clarity. Clarity over thoughts I've struggled with over the course of a day, issues I pondered and fretted over were finally understood as I quietly sat on the sandy beach listening to my own breath.I think in this day and age where we're forced to rush through our lives

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1136666713666436542006-01-07T12:33:00.000-08:002006-01-07T12:45:13.676-08:00

I've been sick for four days now and can't seem to get my head out of this cloud. I missed a day and a half of work and that makes me sick. Sleeping all day and coughing and sneezing can ruin anyone's day. My computer and my text messaging keeps me busy between naps while I nurse myself back to health. These are my stable past times which keep me busy and somewhat entertained. Nothing really

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1135238222767289962005-12-21T23:43:00.000-08:002005-12-21T23:57:02.776-08:00

So, tonight I had to explain what a blog was to my non-geek friends. Dinner with my family and childhood friends was fun and exciting. What a nice way to kick off the holiday season I thought as I slowly sipped my beverage. Discussions of blogging and past memories of our youth warmed me inside. Kind of like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. Laughter could be heard by the patrons near us and

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1134895625355295762005-12-18T00:46:00.000-08:002006-08-30T21:49:20.213-07:00

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1132109453492917682005-11-15T18:35:00.000-08:002005-11-15T21:51:25.000-08:00

and today is that day that I've decided to post another blog. I've been busy at work and at home, sorry blogger. I'm not contemplating anything deep, just typing to hear myself type and enjoy the sweet subtle hum of my computer...so nice. Have you ever had to sit an a cube all day? Have you ever, just for a moment, listened to the noise that pollutes your environment. This morning I did just that

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1128318794280650702005-10-02T22:36:00.000-07:002005-10-02T22:53:16.466-07:00

Random thoughts pass through my mind like a cool ocean breeze. My mind wonders from thought to thought as I ponder this gift called life. Where will my thoughts take me today? What will I do with these precious hours I have today? I ponder so many random thoughts that my mind is unsettled and untrained. So many things to do with these few wonderful hours. My meditative state takes me to deeper

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1124343288961555582005-08-17T22:34:00.000-07:002005-08-17T22:37:06.026-07:00

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1124042677385556722005-08-14T10:06:00.000-07:002005-08-14T11:14:44.103-07:00

"The way we live, the way we think - everything is dedicated to material pleasure. We consider sense object to be of utmost importance and materialistically devote ourselves to whatever makes us happy, famous, or popular. Even though all this comes from our mind, we are so totally preoccupied by external objects that we never look within, we never question why we find them so interesting."

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1123958256338321312005-08-13T10:47:00.000-07:002005-08-14T11:19:27.223-07:00

"Do you have enough time to love? Can you make sure that in your everyday life you have a little time to love? We do not have much time together; we are too busy. In the morning while eating breakfast, we do not look at the person we love, we do not have enough time for it. We eat very quickly while thinking about other things, and sometimes we even hold a newspaper that hides the face of the

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1123738246976802702005-08-10T22:28:00.000-07:002005-08-10T22:30:46.986-07:00

Tired and not really creative now, so bringing you some copied crap I found online one day...****The Washington Post's Mensa Invitational once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition.Here are this year's winners: 1. Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1123637770432192392005-08-09T18:05:00.000-07:002005-08-09T18:55:03.500-07:00

I guess doctors ARE right when they tell you not to sleep with your contacts in...oops, I guess I forgot about that.As I rose up at the butt crack of dawn, ha, ha, butt crack, I glanced over at the clock and saw the 5:30 a.m. neon green display staring back at me. I rolled back over and meditated for a bit, breathing in and breathing out, slowing moving my somber bones. After my morning

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1123551357473625012005-08-08T18:15:00.000-07:002005-08-08T18:43:54.213-07:00

...not really, I was just joking to get you all hyped up. Well, I can't really say "nothing" positive happened today, I did wake up today so that's very positive. I was in the mood for some Ozomatli and Janis Joplin. I was feeling a little funky today. Ozo makes me happy and dance in the car. I guess that's not a good thing but at least I stay in the same lane. It's funny passing people on the

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1123434185687865742005-08-07T09:13:00.000-07:002005-08-08T19:44:01.943-07:00

How much butt crack have you seen in your lifetime? Well, last night I saw too much in one night, that's for sure. A few friends and I saw Jack Johnson last night. He was so sensually stimulating I wanted to rip my clothes off and dance naked, but this crowd definitely wasn't the type. We arrived early enough to get a spot on the nicely manicured lawn 50 yards away from the stage. I guess we

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1123349936834018542005-08-06T10:18:00.000-07:002005-08-07T00:20:30.150-07:00

Found this on NASA's site and thought you might enjoy it.

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1123314691184085512005-08-06T00:20:00.000-07:002005-08-07T10:45:16.586-07:00

1. Why do birds suddenly appear...and shit on my car after I get it washed?2. Why am I still working so late? Because I like to think I'm important and the company will lose all it's revenue because I am THAT important.3. If I were a computer component, what would I be?4. How do I set a rule in my Outlook to auto delete e-mails from HR that contain the words "dress code?"5. In a meeting, practice

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1123211321925498852005-08-04T19:53:00.000-07:002005-08-08T19:47:54.706-07:00

That's right, I'm NOT SAFE FOR WORK! The story goes a little like this...I'm writing up some PTS reports and replying to Luser e-mails when my Trillian notification states "ThinkGeek newsletter e-mail notification." I'm always anxious to get my monthly newsletters from ThinkGeek and it really gets me hot...ha, ha. So, I decided to take a break from writing my PTS reports and put the Lusers on

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1121266524936040302005-07-13T07:31:00.000-07:002005-08-07T10:47:02.440-07:00

A few months ago my daughter and I went to Maui (the magic island), Hawai'i for a short vacation. It was her first time to the island, my fifth. I love island life, so relaxing and friendly. The first day we drove around with the top down allowing the cool island breeze to flow through our hair while the local island music played on the radio. Nothing like getting out of the car after a two hour

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1121264352289433542005-07-13T07:19:00.000-07:002005-08-07T10:47:28.060-07:00

I can honestly say that I am no longer an OTL (over the line) virgin. Although I've lived in San Diego practically all my life, I've never even ventured out to OTL. I THOUGHT it was a drunk fest with lewd acts all over the place. Alas, it was not that at all. The only lewd things I saw were naked photos of chicks asses and the hilarious team names...my nephew's favorite, Two fingers in your ass

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1119587223350611712005-06-23T21:25:00.000-07:002005-06-23T21:27:03.356-07:00

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It's 9 o'clock, do you know where your staff is at? As I roll into the office again at the ass crack of dawn, getting seriously involved into my work and rounding out my fourth cup of coffee, not a peep of noise polluting my prison, I mean my cubicle. Roughly two hours later, I begin to hear the rumblings of office chatter. I think to myself, oh, it must be around 9 a.m. (moving my mouse over my

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Letterman's Top 10 Signs You're Addicted To The NetOnce you've overcome your addiction, come back and read the following. If you laugh while reading this, it's probably because you've been cured!10. You wake up at 3 a.m. to go to the bathroom and stop and check your e-mail on the way back to bed.9. You get a tattoo that reads, "This body best viewed with Netscape Navigator 1.1 or higher."8. You

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1097293647691599692004-10-08T20:31:00.000-07:002005-08-08T18:11:48.236-07:00

The whirling of the guitar and the beating of the drums would make any person appreciate the musical talent of Janis Joplin. I wish I grew up in the era of Janis Joplin..."sitting down by my window....looking at the raaaiiiinnn...". Her voice just rattles every bone in my body..."please don't you let me down...". There's nothing like this kind of music today, this is true rock, true music.I

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1097292587834633712004-10-08T20:17:00.000-07:002005-08-08T18:12:03.586-07:00

So I finally get some time alone and I have nothing better to do but sit here at my computer and blog. Damn, I'm a total geek. Well, at least I'm entertaining myself without getting into too much trouble...I could be out at a bar with friends, but nah, just listening to some groovy music and typing away.I did check out some cool google feature, SMS . Seems pretty cool and is much better than

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1096641371874498082004-10-01T07:35:00.000-07:002005-08-08T18:12:21.783-07:00

After an exhaustive internet search on lotus flowers, I finally found one that I liked...the smiling lotus, or 'Han Xiao Lian'. I must acknowledge the talented tattoo artist at Flesh Skin Grafix, http://www.fleshskingrafix.com for creating such a RAD and realistic looking lotus.The Buddhist Lotus Sutra speaks of the pure white lotus rising from the waters of a muddy pond. "This analogy

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1096507991140757432004-09-29T18:23:00.000-07:002005-08-08T18:12:38.240-07:00

I'm going to rant about having cable internet connection for a minute. Why is service so darn slow? I know that it can't always be 100% up all the time, but when I want it, it better work! What the heck is the "server too busy" crap all about? I love technology, but I can't stand it when I have to wait! I should be able to run five consecutive searches at the same time, listen to music, read my

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1096380089982780202004-09-28T06:45:00.000-07:002005-08-08T18:12:51.133-07:00

Ah, so my shipment of Mekong whiskey arrived yesterday, securely wrapped in a neatly taped box. I quickly, but cautiously opened it with anticipation. Woo-hoo, it was worth the wait. I opened the bottle, slowly poured a shot glass full, and replaced the cap on the bottle. As I tipped the cup I was immediately engulfed with the strong smell, then immediately took my first sip. Now, I know this

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1096335314076106352004-09-27T18:35:00.000-07:002005-08-08T18:13:07.286-07:00

My brother's blog, he's the funny one in the family!

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1096245001744678892004-09-26T17:30:00.000-07:002005-08-08T18:13:23.830-07:00

From the Lessons of Lotus, Bhante Y. Wimala:Reflection: have a friend read this to you, or tape it and play it back, or simply read through it first and then practice:Close your eyes and relax. Picture your parents. Try to remember how they might have taken care of you when you were a helpless little child, how much trouble they might have gone through to feed you and clothe you, také care of

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1096134337276992592004-09-25T10:45:00.000-07:002005-08-08T18:13:44.376-07:00

As I was driving down I-5, I had thoughts of work on my mind. I was trying to forget all about it when I passed through Mission Beach. The salty air engulfed my senses. I know this smell, I was near the beach and as I typically do, I glance over to the right and see all kinds of people walking along the beach happily playing and enjoying the southern California weather. How could they be so lucky

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1095509978697380652004-09-18T05:00:00.000-07:002005-08-10T19:19:36.356-07:00

I can't say that I'm an internet geek, eh, I guess I may be a bit. I'd like to think I know enough about technology to get myself in trouble. I can't say I'm a true code geek, but I do love to talk techie...wanna blog with me? I was a geek, but now I'm a project manager...woo hoo, that's cool! I'm just a glorified paper pusher, arg! I wish at times I was still a lowly coder listening to heavy

Kilikinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371871.post-1095474031190548842004-09-17T19:19:00.000-07:002005-08-08T18:14:25.173-07:00

Ever had whiskey face? Try sipping whiskey for the very first time and you'll find your face contorting in ways that would put the Elephant Man to shame. I was introduce to Whiskey by some friends who have a weakness for Irish Whiskey and any hard liquor they can get their hands on, with the exception of tequila. My first swig of Irish Tuly was so bad I found it really tough to swallow, kinda

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