On Belay!
February 2011
24 posts
Think I broke my index finger
awwww yeahh -_-
California Babylon
Transplants
California Babylon | Transplants
(4:05, Transplants, 2005, Tim Armstrong + Dave Carlock)
Absolute zero tolerance
for the amount of or lack thereof, sleep that I’ve been getting lately. My neighbors need to start having sex earlier in the day. Not cool, man. Not cool. I know it’s Valentine’s Day and all but for you guys it’s been Valentine’s Day for the past two weeks. I’m happy for you and such but seriously? I now know the different spots and positions your wife likes because these walls are paper thin and she seems to be the vocal type. No. NO. NO!
Getting dressed up
I love having that excuse to fully get dressed up. The vest, the suit, the shoes, the whole shebang. Something about it makes me feel great ( I sound like a chick ). Is it just me? Aren’t there any there guys out there who do find at least some enjoyment in being about to suit up? I’m not talking about those rentals that you used for prom that at least 50 guys that have sweated and jumped around in. I’m talking about the one tailored for you, where it feels so damn comfortable you never want to take it off. Just me? Huh…sad.
To all of you whose birthday is within December
You were most likely conceived on tomorrows date.
Enjoy that tidbit =)
How I'm going to spend my V-Day:
- Skip my one class that I have all day
- Avoid climbing— although I’m not sure how well I’ll even be able to resist. Then again, I’d be dry heaving and gagging at the shittyness around me while climbing. I don’t think that’s a good combination
- Pub crawl with some of the guys— followed by some drunken calls either to or from my ex-girlfriends (like last year!)
- Sit around and wallow in my own self-pity
- S-Club with Dan and go find some loose women (haha jk NO).
- Treat it like it is any other day and try not to get pissed off at all the mushiness around me.
Valentine's Day couples climbing at my gym
I think I’m going to skip tomorrow…
Attachment. →
chubur.tumblr.com
(via: chubur)
My attachment to both people and things have been dwindling. All my life I’ve been taught to keep to myself, to only take what I need and to have everything in moderation. This was how I was raised, to not spend money unnecessarily, to keep only the people that truly matter close, but at some form of distance. It was how I was treated by my parents and how I learned the process of life. Over the years this lifestyle has changed, of course in a way it’s good yet at the same time it feels like I’m in the wrong place. I can easily create a conversation or bring up a word or two with a stranger, I meet people easily, I can catch them for the short amount of time. Besides that, I keep to myself, I keep that distance between myself and them. I try to connect, I try to maintain friendships, nevertheless I always have that constant reminder of “you don’t belong here”.
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It’s as though I want to break away from my constant reliance on tangible things to give me happiness and thus give me grief as well.
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It is one thing to love a person, to live to love and to have those people in your life that give you a purpose; but it is another to create a life where how I measure myself depends on the state of my relationship and outward and inward reflection upon those around me.
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Dear World, my name is Chui Lee and I’m fucking tired. I’m tired of letting all these aspects dictate my life. And yet at the same time, if all of these are stripped away, what do I have left? Am I the right in wanting to spend my life helping others, to teach them how to appreciate what they have in their lives, when I can’t find the true things in my own life? Can I help them connect when I fail in the ability to connect myself? If I keep people at an arms length? I can only wonder. There’s a point where these objects, these people, these relationships are a part of my life and then there’s the point where they are dictating it. I feel like that has become all that I have right now, that my life is so cluttered and disorganized, with things and people that bring me more grief and unneeded anxiety than happiness. At the same time I’m fighting so hard to keep certain people in my life because the sadness and stress now is worth it, that although I may not fully know them now I know I want to and will. This isn’t me giving up on those, for I know that if there comes a time where I don’t have my things to keep me happy, when I don’t no where to go, at least I have people who will love me without expectations. Understand our misunderstandings and unspoken words. For the time being, I want to reduce my life. Restructure. Re-organize. Rip it all down and put it back together again.
read the whole thing
United Airlines
During the final days at Denver’s old Stapleton airport, a crowded United flight was cancelled. A single agent was rebooking a long line of inconvenienced travelers. Suddenly an angry passenger pushed his way to the desk. He slapped his ticket down on the counter and said, “I HAVE to be on this flight and it has to be first class.”
The agent replied, “I’m sorry, sir. I’ll be happy to try to help you, but I’ve got to help these folks first, and I’m sure we’ll be able to work something out.”
The passenger was unimpressed. He asked loudly, so that the passengers behind him could hear, “Do you have any idea who I am?” Without hesitating, the gate agent smiled and grabbed her public address microphone.
“May I have your attention please?” she began, her voice bellowing throughout the terminal. “We have a passenger here at the gate WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If anyone can help him find his identity, please come to the gate.”
With the folks behind him in line laughing hysterically, the man glared at the United agent, gritted his teeth and swore, “F**k you.” Without flinching, she smiled and said, “I’m sorry, sir, but you’ll have to stand in line for that, too.”
The man retreated as the people in the terminal applauded loudly. Although the flight was cancelled and people were late, they were no longer angry at United.
