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Friday, October 17, 2003. More shots of Nara. why? Cause they're cool.). Well, I didn't go siteseeing like I planned this past weekend, Wednesday and Thursday. Just ran errands and pretty much chilled out, since for some reason, I felt a little bit more tired than normal. Yeah, I'm starting to realize that I'm a bit of a media freak. Not having a newspaper, music, or television (except news) in English makes me feel a bit out of the loop. Any kind souls want to burn me a CD of the latest hits? Well, my 2...

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Monday, May 21, 2001. Ii yo tenki desu ne! It's a very beautiful day today. sunny, clear skies, and just the right temperature. not too hot, not too cold. Mondays are very laid back days for me. I don't have to work and I only have one class. which doesn't start until 1:30 in the afternoon. Yes! Yesterday was a nice day to, at least weather-wise. Sunny Sunday. who would have thought? Will the cycle ever end? Posted by G at 3:40 PM. Saturday, May 19, 2001. So why did I get up early? I'm analyzing the pote...

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Tuesday, June 21, 2005. Memories, part v. As I look across the crowd, the thought floats to the surface of my mind. I never knew my father knew so many people. My father's open casket. I'm trying to tune out the low murmur of whispering, crying, and sobbing in the room. Your father was a good man, Garrett. Don't forget that. You know he believed in God, right? He's in heaven now, ya know? It's a better place than here. And someday, you'll see him again.". As the crowd begins to disperse, I glimpse Uncle ...

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Saturday, March 29, 2003. Memories, part I. I'm 8 years old and it's Saturday morning. I want to watch cartoons, but I know today is special. A mixture of excitement and nervousness is in every breath as I lay there in my bed. staring at my blue Snoopy alarm clock, watching the hands. tick. tick. tick. Time to wake up, buddy. Get changed, I'll be downstairs.'. When we arrive at the range, we walk into a dusty building. Inside, the shelves are stacked with boxes of ammo and an assortment of pistols, r...

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Sunday, June 13, 2004. Memories, part iii. In growing up and moving from the stages of toddler to just "kid", I have many memories of video games. Our family had an Atari 2600 and some games. Warlords, Space Invaders, and yes. Pong. After that broke down, I thought that video games would be gone forever from the house, because both my mother and sister never were too interested in the 'ol Atari. But then, Dad bought something new. something that everyone in America would soon know by one word:. Soon wire...

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Tuesday, June 10, 2003. Memories, part ii (previously. part i. It was my first time on an airplane. The "little pilots wings" that I got from the nice stewardness were pinned to my shirt. It was quiet, the dull hum of the airplane only interupted by the periodic sound of a page being turned slowly - Dad was reading his Bible, but his brow was furrowed. Grandpa was sick. maybe dying. The sun was shining, but it didn't seem bright or warm either. Uncle Tommy and Auntie Amy bought me a chocolate milkshake&#...

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Sunday, December 31, 2006. All good things come to an end. When I first started this blog back in April of 2001. I was a different person and the world was a different place. As I've struggled, laughed, lamented, watched the world, traveled around the globe. Figure out what (or what not to do) with this strange and wonderful blessing called life. Of course, I'm not completely leaving behind my blogging ways. just making a change of sorts. Yes, I've already gone and started another blog, but I'll ...Gar A...

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Tuesday, April 05, 2005. Memories, part iv. It always plays out the same way. I'm standing behind the glass, watching him play. All sound is muffled except the sounds of the game. the squeaking of shoes against the hardwood floor, the rhythmic noise of the ball hitting the wall and ground. I can smell the particular brand of gymn funk - the smell of sweat and of the inadequate cheap air freshener that's trying to cover it. I can't see any color. Everything is shaded and gray. The scene changes again.