tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175919202024-03-13T10:24:07.448-07:00deep in the heart of dpI believe the sun also rises. Dries our tears, bringing the blue skies of day. I believe the sun also rises. Lighting our past, driving the darkness away.<p>Wake up oh sleeper, the daylight has come.</p>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.comBlogger168125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-60453938731511760202011-10-10T20:48:00.000-07:002011-10-10T20:49:35.590-07:00I just get so tired of this sometimes.Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-69728276291157344042011-04-05T18:04:00.001-07:002011-04-05T18:27:44.662-07:00quantity is job 1...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoBKijc-E1w/TZvBXJivL-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/v3-rB-f_TqE/s1600/fork.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eoBKijc-E1w/TZvBXJivL-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/v3-rB-f_TqE/s320/fork.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592275965753372642" /></a><div>so many ways my life could have gone</div><div>so many turns that could have been wrong</div><div><br /></div><div>yet is this exactly where god wants my life</div><div>will it always be filled with failing and strife?</div><div><br /></div><div>i'm not like the prophets i can't hear his voice</div><div>it's not like i'm judas - not given a choice</div><div><br /></div><div>deep in the heart they said i'd be free</div><div>deep in the heart i've found all but me</div><div><br /></div><div>five hundred thirty days have passed all too fast</div><div>the sunshine is fading the daylight won't last</div><div><br /></div><div>oh where is his calling where does his path go</div><div>if i do not act - no solutions i'll know</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-50388303822570212992009-11-20T11:32:00.000-08:002009-11-20T11:38:45.506-08:00odaat...often i think<div>dream if you will</div><div>and i smile</div><div>at least</div><div>that's true</div><div><br /></div><div>on occasion you</div><div>don't have the time</div><div>and please know i'm fine</div><div>at least i have you</div><div>that's true</div><div><br /></div><div>over these months</div><div>don't fret if you</div><div>aren't able</div><div>and don't feel </div><div>that time's on your side</div><div><br /></div><div>oh i think of you my</div><div>dearest of friends</div><div>and i realize</div><div>all i can do is</div><div>to live</div><div><br /></div><div>one</div><div>day</div><div>at</div><div>a</div><div>time</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-44922302525604065292009-10-30T12:05:00.001-07:002009-10-30T12:19:11.794-07:00i'm sorry...words elude me<div>over and over</div><div>and over</div><div>yet thoughts</div><div>and feelings</div><div>still simmer</div><div>with tendency</div><div>to look back</div><div>and wonder why</div><div><br /></div><div>we </div><div>loved</div><div>life</div><div>together</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>and i </div><div>cowardly</div><div>ashamedly</div><div>said goodbye</div><div><br /></div><div>for fear </div><div>of what</div><div>of pain</div><div>of rejection?</div><div><br /></div><div>whatever the cause</div><div>now</div><div>it doesn't matter</div><div>time has passed</div><div>new loves found</div><div>(and for me lost again)</div><div>we walk on</div><div>to futures</div><div>of life and love</div><div><br /></div><div>i was never</div><div>a good friend</div><div>to you</div><div>to anyone</div><div><br /></div><div>selfish</div><div>gone</div><div>disappeared</div><div>but never forgotten</div><div><br /></div><div>i am</div><div>sorry</div><div>words enough</div><div>cannot express</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>friendships should</div><div>be stronger than i</div><div>ever allowed them to be</div><div>and so i say<br /></div><div>thank you</div><div>for showing me friendship</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>thank you</div><div>for loving me</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-42459664686729234132009-08-11T18:11:00.000-07:002009-08-11T18:14:12.015-07:00the last time...I promise this'll be the last time, for a very long time, that I officially switch blogs. I mean, I might write on here every now and then for the next two months, but past that I doubt at all.<div><br /></div><div>So please visit <a href="http://jamesdavidpierce.blogspot.com/">http://jamesdavidpierce.blogspot.com/</a> and read your hearts away, comment away, and scrutinize and love.</div><div><br /></div><div>Because I love you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Godspeed.</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-25896329512422907912009-08-09T11:52:00.001-07:002009-08-09T11:52:17.222-07:00winding down...not too many more posts here. change of location means change of blog address. i'll pass it out soon, and make sure i don't have too many posts written on it before i do.Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-22545059670097339152009-08-08T09:34:00.001-07:002009-08-08T09:36:03.766-07:00a beautiful day...i went camping this last week. i should have pictures soon. my camera broke in costa rica so i used the camera my friend had with him. less than a week, i promise.<div><br /></div><div>today is more time spent up in costa mesa. pool extravaganza with <a href="http://whatisawix.com/">wix</a> and sim.</div><div><br /></div><div>i should clean my room this week...</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-19155736658874664532009-07-31T14:51:00.001-07:002009-07-31T15:12:43.412-07:00dear readers...apparently you actually <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">are </span>interested in any sort of goings-ons in my life. <div><br /></div><div>it's hard to write about it though - because when it comes to big life plans and decisions i'm more of a one-on-one type of guy. or really in terms of any conversations. but there are some of you that i won't see for a while, and so i suppose this merits the information to be shared here.</div><div><br /></div><div>one of the whole reasons for having a blog right? makes sense, i guess.</div><div><br /></div><div>this move's been a long time coming, and still the countdown is at 80 days today - but in 80 days i will be driving myself over to the small state of texas, in the city of san antonio. between now and then i have a lot going on, so that is why it is 80 days and not 10, but i figured i might as well let the cat out of the bag to surprise as few people as possible.</div><div><br /></div><div>and i think the emotion of it all is slowly starting to set in. seeing my older sister cry when i told her last night wasn't helpful. the constant "why are you moving, again"s won't get old, but why do i second-guess myself whenever someone asks that question? i was reminded last week though, that if i go off of emotion and feelings then i'm going to stay - and not move in the direction i truly know i'm supposed to go in. people are going to be sad to see me go, and people are going to be happy to see me arrive - which isn't necessarily a catch 22, but the phrase sounds good enough to use.</div><div><br /></div><div>i'm going to miss my family tons. yes.</div><div>i'm going to miss my friends lots. yes.</div><div>the beach. yes.</div><div>the weather. yes.</div><div>scooter. yes.</div><div>lots more. yes.</div><div><br /></div><div>no, i don't know where i'm going to work yet.</div><div>i don't know who i'm going to live with.</div><div>i don't know a lot of things.</div><div><br /></div><div>but i know i'm supposed to go. i know things will work out all in due time.</div><div><br /></div><div>and i'm more than excited to see how everything happens and where my life is headed.</div><div><br /></div><div>:)</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-61047729016609365712009-07-30T22:01:00.001-07:002009-07-30T22:02:24.262-07:00did you hear the news today...oh, you want news.<div><br /></div><div>i guess i could give you a little.</div><div><br /></div><div>i'm moving.</div><div><br /></div><div>more to come later, i promise, i just don't feel like writing right now. it's late?</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-28432305571996480742009-07-28T11:21:00.000-07:002009-07-28T11:31:19.619-07:00seasons change...once again, it's been a while.<div><br /></div><div>but that's okay. because i've been busy. busy figuring out life, busy flying north and south, east and west.</div><div><br /></div><div>time goes so slowly these days. it's what i get for not being employed. </div><div><br /></div><div>today is tuesday. </div><div><br /></div><div>in 48 hours i'll have news.</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-34605036328003763372009-07-09T11:09:00.000-07:002009-07-09T11:11:00.693-07:00these frail hands...i need your love. <div>and most of all i want to feel your peace. </div><div>i need your love. </div><div>let everything that you are not decrease.</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-89098519471664208332009-07-09T00:17:00.001-07:002009-07-09T09:56:50.979-07:00be a man...cry me to sleep. birds without beaks. quick clip my wings. falling from swings...<div><br /></div><div>...follow carmen sandiego to the remotest parts of the earth young one, you have much to learn in this world of darkness and despair. the sky is falling but only just above you - sidestep left, backstep right. sing to your king for he is the only one who loves with purity.</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-45511034918996398292009-07-08T11:33:00.000-07:002009-07-08T11:40:30.628-07:00happiness is...joel said all i ever blog about are morbid depressing things.<div><br /></div><div>well at least i blog!</div><div><br /></div><div>some happy things happening soon:</div><div><ul><li>aj and rhi and coben and jonas are coming to town</li><li>mikey mulligan is getting married<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>(this means bachelor party to throw, rehearsal dinner to eat, tux to look hot in and songs to dance to)<br /></li><li>dinner with aj and rhi and coben and jonas and bri and james on monday</li><li>softball game on monday after dinner</li><li>a flight to texas on tuesday</li></ul><div>there you have it. some unmorbidly delightful things.</div></div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-17673378368491100382009-07-02T16:10:00.001-07:002009-07-02T16:10:30.589-07:00ragamuffin poet queen...where are you?Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-67055036609240599592009-07-02T14:48:00.001-07:002009-07-02T14:48:08.222-07:00rest...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/Sk0rGNweqkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XRS4JtrpTmI/s1600-h/0702091447-788224.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/Sk0rGNweqkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XRS4JtrpTmI/s320/0702091447-788224.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353982917785594434" /></a></p>it's nice to lie down and do nothing. i don't relax enough. i don't take time to sit down and let my mind wander away from anything to worry about. that's one of the sad things i've noticed since being back for two weeks now. i can change that of course, i'm just thinking about how i didn't have to think about it three weeks ago. it just came naturally. and so what now? do i just sit and complain that i'm not getting enough rest or downtime? when in fact it's my own doing that has kept me so busy since i've been back home?...sigh.Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-75503125031137075262009-06-25T17:46:00.001-07:002009-06-25T17:46:39.338-07:00sbux...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/SkQabw-3kII/AAAAAAAAADs/9Qm40ZlNf9Y/s1600-h/0625091744-799340.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/SkQabw-3kII/AAAAAAAAADs/9Qm40ZlNf9Y/s320/0625091744-799340.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351431321530372226" /></a></p>i've got nothing against starbucks. i worked there for a good three months and made my dent in the coffee industry. then i moved to costa rica and tasted some of the best coffee in the world, at a fraction of the price. i would drink coffee before breakfast, as a snack after lunch, and as a time filler in the afternoon. i knew it would only be a phase, but it was worth it while it lasted. now coffee seems more of a commodity, a luxury that not many of us can afford these days do to an all too struggling economy and a hike in the prices of lattes. i probably wouldn't be here if not for two reasons: the first being i'm meeting my friend wix here for good conversation for a bit, and the second that my dearest mum gave me a gift card to use. how simply wonderful.Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-45801890315747224302009-06-24T14:09:00.001-07:002009-06-24T14:09:41.575-07:00vusc...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/SkKWFRb4YhI/AAAAAAAAADk/tcGiVTvY9B8/s1600-h/0624091408-781577.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/SkKWFRb4YhI/AAAAAAAAADk/tcGiVTvY9B8/s320/0624091408-781577.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351004324593426962" /></a></p>vanguard university. it is a quiet place today, with a few staff members running, or more specifically, strolling about finding people to talk to and any other excuse to refrain from turning in their small assignments to their prospective bosses. the grass has just been cut, with the telltale signs of a lawnmower being on its surface recently. this used to be a place where mud football was played after a rainy night, where giant ice cream sundaes were scarfed down in record time and glittering fairies went around kissing unsuspecting gnaves. amidst the hustle and bustle of all this, students would still find time to study in the wee hours of the morning, while their diligent roommates would be sleeping. times have changed though, people have left and the echoes of joyous laughter underneath the heath building whilst still under construction have long since faded away. it was a happy<br> place, but many moons ago.Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-5114017963864764472009-06-24T12:42:00.001-07:002009-06-24T12:42:07.379-07:00almuerzo...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/SkKBjyV_BDI/AAAAAAAAADc/G8O0MYmo8-o/s1600-h/0624091236-727381.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/SkKBjyV_BDI/AAAAAAAAADc/G8O0MYmo8-o/s320/0624091236-727381.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350981759078958130" /></a></p>i have always loved the chipotle burrito. something about the deliciousness of it all, or even the way it is delicately wrapped in tin foil, makes it a lunch worth remembering. a small problem i had today was that i forgot what i usually ordered - a burrito bowl with white beans, chicken, corn, sour cream and cheese. oh and a bag of chips. so instead of ordering that i bought a chicken fajita burrito with said toppings. i'm actually still pleased, so all in all it's turning out to be a good day.Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-65765024630190355682009-06-22T18:01:00.001-07:002009-06-22T18:01:17.881-07:00these sandals were made for walking...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/SkApXTluX2I/AAAAAAAAADU/hs8w-sj32vE/s1600-h/0622091758-777883.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/SkApXTluX2I/AAAAAAAAADU/hs8w-sj32vE/s320/0622091758-777883.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350321837688381282" /></a></p>I miss walking. So I've taken it upon myself to walk more than I usually would, instead of using my scooter or my car. I actually unintentionally lost quite a bit of weight over in Costa Rica and I attribute this to walking almost everywhere I went. Tonight, instead of scooting to grab some pizza for dinner, I'm walking. This way will take me 25 more minutes - but at least I'll get to take in the view more...Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-72288345006794284442009-06-21T14:16:00.000-07:002009-06-21T20:37:01.954-07:00te amo...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/Sj6jWbvkrNI/AAAAAAAAADM/xWR3nWdqicc/s1600-h/DSC06709.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/Sj6jWbvkrNI/AAAAAAAAADM/xWR3nWdqicc/s200/DSC06709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349893013162470610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">yesterday you came running</div><div style="text-align: center;">full speed to the door</div><div style="text-align: center;">looking around with hope</div><div style="text-align: center;">"james? y james?</div><div style="text-align: center;">...dondé está james?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">no estoy allí yosimar</div><div style="text-align: center;">y lo siento mucho</div><div style="text-align: center;">mucho. mucho. mucho.</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-50916674578603226192009-06-20T14:41:00.000-07:002009-06-20T14:44:10.670-07:00passport protection...dang it's been a while.<div><br /></div><div>but heyyy...you can count on this being updated more often now - i give my word.</div><div><br /></div><div>just not now, gotta run!</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-29276357446690011842009-06-10T15:24:00.000-07:002009-06-10T15:44:36.234-07:00rain rain rain...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/SjA3R3hsG3I/AAAAAAAAADE/KN09kCPAyqI/s1600-h/DSC06681.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/SjA3R3hsG3I/AAAAAAAAADE/KN09kCPAyqI/s200/DSC06681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345833537791335282" /></a><br />i love the rain here. the mornings will start off nice and sunny and have the makings of a beautiful day. but by the time the afternoon rolls around...you'll hear one crack of thunder and then you know the rain is near. shortly, if not immediately, thereafter, the rain falls. and hard. and i love it.<div><br /></div><div>our street goes a fraction downhill, and so when the rain pours the gutters fill up and the road becomes somewhat of a river. it's a sight to see, that's for sure. at times trash bags will be carried along, with random tree branches and even small children.</div><div><br /></div><div>i'm just glad i don't have to be riding my scooter in all of this.</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-41531430041743081052009-06-09T06:41:00.000-07:002009-06-09T06:48:59.304-07:00invictus...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/Si5no8NG_TI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eVM72dNUPPk/s1600-h/robot5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/Si5no8NG_TI/AAAAAAAAAC8/eVM72dNUPPk/s200/robot5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345323760788897074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />i've been breaking my back... yeah<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">only to show You<br />how very lost one can be<br />and bitterness fires through me<br /><br />the brilliance that was<br />is flickering cold<br />slowly burning to ash<br />i'm choking on pride<br />i'm closing my eyes<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'till one day i'm scared to go back</span><br /><br />You part the shadows<br />Light of the World<br />destroy the blindness<br />peace eternal<br /><br />take this broken heart<br />if it brings You praise<br />take this beaten soul<br />shivering hands i will raise<br /><br />Hope Unstoppable<br />sing the morning sun<br />wake up oh sleeper<br />the Daylight has come<br /><br />You are, You are<br />Invincible<br />You are You are<br />Unbreakable<br /><br />take this broken heart<br />if it brings You praise<br />take this beaten soul<br />shivering hands i will raise<br /><br />Hope Unstoppable<br />sing the morning sun<br />wake up oh sleeper<br />the Daylight has come<br /><br />You are, You are<br />Invincible<br />You are You are<br />Unbreakable<br />You are You are<br />Invincible<br />You are You are<br />Unbreakable<br /><br />i've been breaking my back<br />only to show you how very lost<br />one can be</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-71927490414350223772009-06-02T21:48:00.000-07:002009-06-02T21:54:39.885-07:00sigh...content.<div>in the weirdest of ways.</div><div>my circumstances make me smile.</div><div>don't ask me how, or why.</div><div>i have no answer.</div><div>i just know that life.</div><div>is good.</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17591920.post-14188645576118377792009-05-29T08:51:00.001-07:002009-05-29T08:55:22.190-07:00friends...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/SiAFI-x5uEI/AAAAAAAAACs/ssgwVB6TzGs/s1600-h/AuburnRenFaire+009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_209fm9svidk/SiAFI-x5uEI/AAAAAAAAACs/ssgwVB6TzGs/s320/AuburnRenFaire+009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341274809910802498" /></a><br /><div>This post goes out to <a href="http://kyleray.net/">Kyle</a> and <a href="http://joelandchrissy.blogspot.com/">Joel</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just because.</div>Jameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17181257845328083492noreply@blogger.com2