tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62673512011-04-21T19:05:31.455-07:00Misguidedrandom and wantonMephisLeenoreply@blogger.comBlogger501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-28937135410647738092008-01-23T20:25:00.000-08:002008-01-23T21:27:05.581-08:00I was speaking to a friend today, who had moved to California, in search of employment after graduating from WSU. After enduring months of fruitless search, working retail and putting up with unsavory living conditions, her OPT ran out. Undaunted, she enrolled in a community college, studying biology to become a nurse-the "happening" career these days. As we spoke, she told me that she didn't MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1162746068756577742006-11-05T07:51:00.000-08:002006-11-05T09:10:29.056-08:00The Midnight Disease Sitting in front of the screen, fingers poised over the keyboard-wondering....what to write?why write? What is there to express? Just do it... Am I depressed? What makes me feel so empty? It could be the constant, daily depletion of my sex drive that blunts my desire for her-blunts, but doesn't rust it.Blunts my desire to be alpha-to lead to love, to reach for the MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1137177123878637122006-01-13T10:30:00.000-08:002006-01-13T10:32:34.156-08:00Mrs Jones Story:One day, my Pa took my siblings and I to the grocery store. We lived in a very rural area in Georgia back then with a lot of poor black folk. We were going to do our monthly grocery shopping and as we walked into the store I saw a black family- a man, his wife and four kids . They were doing the strangest thing. Usually farmers who sold corn at the market threw the rotten ,pest MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1137177018648999942006-01-13T10:29:00.000-08:002006-01-13T10:30:18.650-08:00A Tale of the Brief History of The South and My Life in North Carolina in Particular. Part 1by MephisLee "True Way Divine Holiness Church of Christ", the battered read, swaying in the dust of the churchs foundation. Next to the foundation stood a small brick building with a gleaming tan cadillac with shiny rims resting beside it. "Time to make a killing", the sunburnt salesman thought. Two MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1122047486573397492005-07-22T08:50:00.000-07:002005-07-22T08:51:26.580-07:00Its surprising how low below the "E" the arrow can drop. Gas costs $2.35 today-not that I care.I'd pump $20 bucks of company cash into my metro without a second thought if I could only find a gas station. The arrow is now resting on the black bolt that screws the meter in place.You know- below the red "Oh my god,I'm out of fucking gas" mark ,the "If I get murdered in the middle of nowhere by someMephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1118326988397129672005-06-09T06:40:00.000-07:002005-06-09T07:23:08.426-07:00I knock on the door of a pastor. Four quick raps and I wait showing a three quarter profile and half a grin. The door opens and a dark complexioned middle aged African American man steps out. His hair is relaxed,or burnt or whatever with a sideparting-yes a sideparting.His eyes are piercingly blue-they pierce me.Seriously-whats up with African Americans and blue eyes? This is how the MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1118155675799709682005-06-07T07:43:00.000-07:002005-06-09T06:35:28.600-07:00The South is hot.I see mirages of trailers carrying logs to paper mills in the midday heat. I see tortoises roasting in their shells on the sticky tar road. I see white folk with peeling red skin.I see black folk so black, they look purple. I ran over a racoon.I had to drive fours hours to find a settlement with internet access.MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1115651661947711132005-05-09T07:09:00.001-07:002005-05-09T08:14:21.956-07:00Last thing I remember was the Shaolin shoe salesman and I flying towards a ledge on the brick skyscraper a la Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon.They were still after us, and shaolin shoe salesman, in a panic executed with his spear what was to become the biggest mistake of out 2 hour adventure.Chanting some buddhist mantras, he performed a series of amazingly well cheoreographed of Kung Fu MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1107795986616555932005-02-07T07:40:00.000-08:002005-02-07T09:06:26.616-08:00Party Anyway,I'm at this party, at my apartment blocks. Walking into the dimly lit room ,my first reaction is one of irritation-those damn guys that crowd by the door of the party-permanently marking their territory as well as their status throughout the duration of the party. The closer you are to the door, the less involved you are in the party,and the less people want to talk to you because MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1102813560203774652004-12-11T16:46:00.000-08:002004-12-11T17:06:00.203-08:00Its December already, and I feel the effects of the mysterious elixer begin to ebb and wane from my body. I was on a roll, all charm, wit and dazzling smiles. I could open any conversation with anyone-stranger on the sidewalk, cold-bitch in the restaurant, or prejudiced office workers. The odds are never against me when I'm on a roll. I'd procrastinate,till the very last hour, then rise up fromMephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1101551627143941412004-11-27T02:25:00.000-08:002004-11-27T02:33:47.143-08:00wtf!!!!! I might as wellpost this shit. Mutherf**ker wtf!!! Tried like fuck,but Kedah chicsk,Like "no " No-fuck u,la fucking crap,shit..aiyoyoh...,shit la.. Try with viet oso fuck la...muthafuck,la...fuck u stanley fucking "gentle man" I fucking stab u then u see,la...shittttttttttttttttttttt MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1098554992925619532004-10-23T11:08:00.000-07:002004-10-23T11:09:52.926-07:00 I dreamt I met a woman. She came form a "sheltered family", which is to say, her family was very protective of her. Her skin was the complexion of ripe papaya and the coils in her kinky hair possesed a lustruous quality. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, I believe, and I wanted her desperately. Maybe my sub-concious need for a relationship propelled me, but I MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1095571741006332102004-09-18T21:02:00.000-07:002004-09-18T22:29:01.006-07:00Jacked Up by MephisLee Its 6:10 pm and I'm on the way to dinner at a friends place with two friends X from Taiwan, and Y from Indonesia. I forget the topic of our conversation, but all of a sudden, I'm jolted from my thoughts of how screwed up the weather in Wichita is by X proclaiming " I'm Caucasian, didn't u know?" At first I thought this was some attempt at a joke gone terribly MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1095140945725648862004-09-13T22:45:00.000-07:002004-09-13T22:49:05.726-07:00Season of WanderLust by MephisLee It has to do with seasons, these proclivities to wander with reckless abondon, both in body and spirit. The proximity of Fall is suspect. If there was a demon that periodically possesed me, it would be named WanderLust. It would come as the winds grow cold and the flowers droop,shedding tears of petals,their dance over for the season. I remember how I wished to MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1092649265671289642004-08-16T01:54:00.000-07:002004-08-16T02:41:05.670-07:00Goodnite Mister Terzani by MephisLee I was randomly googling stuff before I went to bed, when my weary eyes chanced upon the name Tiziano Terzani on one of my book spines. And so it happened that I googled Mr Terzani's name, only to find that the esteemed author had kicked the bucket. Dead.Gone. The page was littered with tributes and obituaries from various notable publishing houses. I feltMephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1092483132666458732004-08-14T04:31:00.000-07:002004-08-14T04:32:12.666-07:00"I Miss"- Part II Verbal boogers by MephisLee I miss waking up in my small bare room, the sun smiling at me through my dirty hibiscus patterned curtains. The smells of Subang Jaya ss15 permeating the air; sewage ,take away Chinese food, and cat feaces mingling with the stench of vodka and Product that seems permanently attached to my room. I miss the two minute walk to Taylors , out MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1090466948679450902004-07-21T20:26:00.000-07:002004-07-21T20:29:08.680-07:00 Product Induced Date at KLCC??? I lie down in my Spartan room staring at the fan for so long that its motion like my mind is no longer one of rotation; it’s oscillatory, thoughts pendulously swaying back and forth. Maybe it’s the remnants of Product in my system, that’s creating all the heightened emotion-maybe this is what it’s like after living a dream, wave upon wave of MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1088389678424495962004-06-27T19:25:00.000-07:002004-06-27T20:21:13.123-07:00On Racism in Malaysia: By MephisLee Again and again, minorities are draw into the perplexing, disturbing and ultimately depressing problem of racism and stereotyping within various strata of society and even existence.Racism is a complex procedure, and rascists need to be able to classify their shit.Just like the Aryans that came into India classified and institutionalized their rascism, MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1087101971581380282004-06-12T21:18:00.000-07:002004-06-12T21:46:11.580-07:00One bottle of Chivas.One bottle of Absolute.A pitcher of coke.A pitcher of Ribena. Yeah my phone reads eleven forty-five, and I know its going to take fucking forever.Maybe you'll just find what you came halfway round the world for,Kelechi, you shithead.Ice,puke,g-string,sweaty,"more ice please",atu,japanese school girl rminicient, speaking of fetishes, its fucking Suriname in the flesh out MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1087100320057633172004-06-12T21:16:00.000-07:002004-06-12T21:18:40.056-07:00MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1085923313094765702004-05-30T06:13:00.000-07:002004-05-30T06:21:53.093-07:00O.k. My new website is takin waay too long to set up, so I decided to start misguided up again, whilst I procrastinate more. Its good to be back.MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1085922507949361712004-05-30T06:08:00.000-07:002004-05-30T06:08:27.950-07:00testing...MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1083645219166550372004-05-03T21:31:00.000-07:002004-05-03T21:37:41.733-07:00I'm in the process of transferring the blog to its new home, which should be up and running in about two weeks. Posting will be sporadic and consist of short stories I've been working on...oh yeah..MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1083644622788023982004-05-03T21:21:00.000-07:002004-05-03T21:27:45.483-07:00I'm transferring this blog to its new location, which should be up and running in two weeks or so. Posting will be sporadic, and consit of mostly short stories I've been working on...oh yeah.....MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1081583884014151422004-04-09T23:45:00.000-07:002004-04-10T01:03:18.606-07:00The muscles of his thighs tense and release themselves...he bounces on the balls of his feet, a slow bobbing motion that sets his short crown of dreadlocks in motion. On his haunches, he seems more compact, less gangly than he would when standing up. Beads of prespiration line his upper lip and his fingers shake ever so slightly, as the rhythm of the instruments pierce his soul. MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1080929305303762022004-04-02T09:34:00.000-08:002004-04-02T10:12:05.576-08:00 I was going to post a long one on my trip to New York,just because the whole world is bugging me to hear about it.But I procrastinated so long,that I've decided to procrastinate abit more and write it when I feel like.Maybe next week..or never.Either way it doesn't matter,cos people are hypocrites. Ever gone on a trip and u came back and someone asked you how it was?They're like tell me about MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1079782659994867142004-03-20T03:37:00.000-08:002004-03-20T03:41:01.763-08:00how fine a balance? I'm off to New York for spring break. I'm gonna wing it for one week...should be fun...MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1079380042257908072004-03-15T11:19:00.000-08:002004-03-15T11:50:37.373-08:00 Scandanavian Loving No,not blonde,blue eyed or drop dead gorgeous, Just hazel eyed,with a cute boyish haircut that accentuates the face The face of the desperate lover,longing for embrace-well meaning embrace,not the lustful sweaty, grappling gyrations that define a Sunday morning... "I really like you", means nothing to me, "I really love you" strikes fear in my heart. Don't you realize,MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1078695188202764402004-03-07T12:13:00.000-08:002004-03-07T13:36:12.780-08:00 Flesh against flesh, hands roaming to and fro against denim clad hips. Blonde hair caressing brown dreads. Rastaman vibrations,pounding my skull. MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1077476907851115492004-02-22T10:16:00.000-08:002004-02-22T11:11:13.263-08:00 Castles In The Air Sometimes, we yearn hopelessly for what we can't have. We pine away,withering physically and emotionally as our mind takes us on flights of fancy that transcend the borders of foolery.High up in our already doomed utopia,we build dreams...great towers,topped off by fantastic spinarets,looming castles built upon the foundations of our delicate emotions.Oft,none sees our MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1077089338505505752004-02-17T23:13:00.000-08:002004-02-17T23:31:37.466-08:00 EYE CONTACT Ever walked down a long corridor and saw someone attractive walking down the oppesit end? Just the two of you. Assuming the other isn't deep in thought,both of you usually make eye contact early,like when u can hardly see the whites of the other persons eyes. You mentally prepare yourself.For what? Well,to make eye contact,I suppose...or to say "Hi" depends on the individual MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1076910692053968392004-02-15T21:33:00.000-08:002004-02-15T21:54:07.890-08:00 Sometimes, people can annoy themselves to death.Or rather -other people have the capacity to annoy you to death. What??? Well, you're having a nice chat with someone,and they suddenly bring up a topic that you dread,a subject you murdered and buried in your backyard. And here they are turning from cute puppy to rabid mongrel digging up decomposing body parts in your yard.Now,I know annoying isMephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1076518979696303202004-02-11T08:47:00.000-08:002004-02-11T09:05:29.903-08:00" I need a dude with tha wickedest slam a 1,2,3, holla man" -Ms Thing I watched the Beenie Man's video for the song "Dude' and its come to reinforce another blatant theory I stubbornly refuse to appretiate. Its the three second rule. If a hotass Jamaican chick can imply that a three second rule follower has the "wickedest slam",then there must be something seriously wrong with MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1076303016015800432004-02-08T20:42:00.000-08:002004-02-08T21:06:02.750-08:00"Your eggs exploded in the Kitchen. You must clean this up- It stinks" Reading the note left by my housemate flung me into paroxyms of unquenchable laughter.The eggs really did explode. I left them on boil and went off with herbert for a much anticipated game of capoeira,oblivious of the shock that would greet the next visitor to the kitchen.Hangovers really do have a profound effect on my MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1075848285790453142004-02-03T14:38:00.000-08:002004-02-03T14:47:04.700-08:00 Kris Too late it is oft acknowledged, Just as a warrior is cut and bled So shall the weilder of the Kris be led, To the point from whence none has ever fled. Where a righteous heart shall fear no guilt, Where sin lays heavy upon no hilt. Who can deny the mujarad scabbard, Sang about by many a bard For he who cuts with evil motive Shall earn a wound most retributive Before MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1075639760136433212004-02-01T03:42:00.000-08:002004-02-01T04:51:35.700-08:00It doesn't matter how hard u try to fight it. Its hopeless.You'll never win. Not in this world.You'd have to go insane to win. They're more bastards than you can imagine pulling u down,than there are friends trying to help u up. There's always a friend that stab u in ur weakest spot and wrench the knife simply because he/she has to fulfil some sadistic prejudice,that can't be helped. And MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1075453164564398672004-01-30T00:16:00.000-08:002004-01-30T01:01:37.826-08:00Bee Sting... The bee sting,in actuality,is sharp and its effect,instanteneous.The pain reveberates through my veins,agonizing messages,with millisecond static inteference as my brain tries to ignore the painful missal...or so I imagine. Assuming I skip down the dismal yellow brick road of my imagination,I'll eventually come to realize that I was actually stung a few days ago,and the static MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1075348183387474892004-01-28T19:38:00.000-08:002004-01-28T19:51:54.500-08:00I discovered that procrastination will indeed be the death of me. How can a person seriously put off depositing money in a bank the person walks by 4 times a day?It's extrememly stupid behaviour.I can't imagine what promts me to think "I'll do it on the way back"..."naw..I'll do it tomorrow...".I then develop that curious queasy feeling of desperation in my stomach,that makes me realize somethingMephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1075139380918846172004-01-26T09:33:00.000-08:002004-01-26T09:51:48.530-08:00Yesterday was filled with limericks. I had an assignment for Intro to Creative Writing,which was to write TWO limericks. I spent 5 hours writing three limericks.Maybe cos 80% of the time was spent surfing RBJ,or maybe cos I spent an hour arguing with kitty about random stuff...ohh,the length of Louis penis,her FOBishness,and our special mission: "Saving Private Ranjit Singh Gill",which sounds MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1075030261486818722004-01-25T03:11:00.000-08:002004-01-25T03:33:07.610-08:00Today,I slept for twelve hours straight. 5 hours of non stop drinking in Joe's room,supplemented by philosophical conversations ranging from the right of the female anopheles mosquito to host the AIDS virus to the origin of the Phoenicians,has suprisingly,not taken the expected toll. I actually feel quite refreshed,and took a ride down to the theatre to watch The Butterfly Effect,which was MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1074740080747226612004-01-21T18:20:00.000-08:002004-01-21T18:56:41.920-08:00 Sometimes,I'm amazed at the amount of stuff I have hidden away in the dark caverns that make up my memory...While chatting with Julia,I experienced something I seldom feel. It was innocence. Its been awhile since I totally opened up to someone...well..it wasn't opening up,it was more like confessing...admitting deep feelings that had gripped me ages ago. Finding someone with whom I shared MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1074678716511315522004-01-21T01:26:00.000-08:002004-01-21T01:53:56.763-08:00Today,I chatted with an old friend online. "Old friend" .Harhar. I remember a song I used to sing in highschool.Actually I sang the song all through kindergarten,primary school and secondary school... "Make new friends,but keep the old One is Silver and the other,Gold" Sometimes,the teachers would sing it.Other times they would say it,enunciation,perfect-making it MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1074672834004850942004-01-20T23:33:00.000-08:002004-01-21T00:17:27.043-08:00As the title goes...fueled by nostalgia... My mum came down. It was weird,because I wasn't looking forward to seeing her,and when she came,I was glad to see her,but...something had changed. The dark hair with streaks of brown and gray...the deep penetrating eyes...they no longer aroused the familiar feelings of years gone by.My reaction was...neutral. The mall was bustling with activity,andMephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1074312663076292832004-01-16T19:49:00.000-08:002004-01-16T20:13:32.233-08:00Registration over at last!! After being throw around and lost in the bureaucratic jumble that is WSU academic registration...I finally emerged with a decent time table,which include 3 communication classes and one on creative writing...yay!! I can't wait for this semester to finish....I hate the weather...hate the town...hate the lameass programs on T.V. Speaking of lameass T.V shows,WTF is MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1073876307466408192004-01-11T17:46:00.000-08:002004-01-11T19:00:56.170-08:00I've been struggling with my identity for quite a while...Sometimes I'm disgusted at classifications and the negative effects they ultimately produce thanks to the final concoction :Stereotyping. Did I say stereotyping was the final concoction? I'm sorry, I meant racism.Yes,that should do it... As a biracial kid growing up in urban *&^%^%& ,I had my share of stereotyping,even though I saw no MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1073442833613014982004-01-06T17:43:00.000-08:002004-01-06T18:34:13.016-08:00 I love waking up on weekend mornings,my room window facing the east...a recepient of the full blast of the weekend sun. For some reason,the sun always seems more pleasant on weekends,especially Sunday. I can hardly remember a Sunday when I didn't appretiate the beauty of the morning sun. I love taking a bath,my mind invigorated by the icey cold needles of water blasting from the shower...MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1073358156839349842004-01-05T18:53:00.000-08:002004-01-05T19:02:56.290-08:00aarghhh...I'm having waay too many weirdass dreams!! Shit,la...I was woken up twice this morning, only to hit the pillow and continue my sexcapades with some mysterious laydee...basically, I meet up with a childhood friend who turns out to be a playa.A hotass chick struts in and we commence to hit on her like there's no tomorrow,totally discarding the trusted "3 second rule",we were up in her MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1073182502732850732004-01-03T17:56:00.000-08:002004-01-03T18:15:21.443-08:00bleh...my computer broke down,for the millionth time this semester,yesterday leaving me confused and paranoid as to WTF I was going to do with my life at that point.Thankfully, this bout of confusion and paranoia lasted only a few seconds the moment realization of my bleak outlook of life began to seep through the pores of my recently hungover mind... I had a dream this morning...but I forgot MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1073005061781566352004-01-01T16:21:00.000-08:002004-01-01T16:57:59.370-08:00Glazed eyes,heaving chests....the sweat snaked down my face,somehow managing to bypass my dreadlocks,and having done so,stung my eyes into a semblance of sanity. At that very instant I was flung back into reality...the disco lights...the screaming,prespirating masses heaving against me like the death throes of the chickens I used to slaughter for special events,years ago... I caught a wiff of MephisLeenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267351.post-1072861533363091312003-12-31T01:00:00.000-08:002003-12-31T01:05:51.223-08:00Its about time I got down to doing this...this blog. Thought soo much about it,then decided finally to quit the procrastination...and start..new year,new beginnings...something like that...I'm too tired to continue right now...but I sense something sweet around the corner...oh yes...nostalgica leading me to new horizons...hahahahaha...here it comes....MephisLeenoreply@blogger.com