Thursday, 30 August 2007

the City

This post is way overdue. I snapped some pics of St. Petersburg. It's very pretty to look at. Very Quaint. Very Old. The city's mostly for old people. Old people with loads of cash.

Grayl's Hotel is one of the Oldest in the city. I imagine small-ish rooms and quaint antique furniture.


Parkshore's one of the condo buildings that have sprung up around the city. A unit will set you back around 400-500 thou. But the current housing bust is affecting sales. I imagine the prices will drop soon.








This is the very fink Vinoy Hotel. It's a landmark in the city. The suites are very luxurious and the restaurant is very Old Florida. I imagine F. Scott Fitzgerald characters sunning themselves on the porch long ago. Al Capone used to vacation in St. Petersburg during the winter. There's a restaurant inside. The food's not bad. The ambiance is fantastic, especially if you want to treat yourself to some luxury.




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That's all for now. I'm quite pooped from all the coursework this semester. Derivatives, AICPA, FASB, Capitalization, Etc. Etc. Accounting's not for everyone. I'm having doubts myself. But I do love it. And no, I'm not some geeky, accountant with a pocket protector and calculators attached to me.

Wednesday, 22 August 2007

the Campus

Today I decided to finish up loose ends regarding registrations, changing classes, buying books, and parking fees. Did I mention that it was almost 100 degrees outside? I finished my errands earlier than I thought so I decided to take pictures.

I chose this campus because it was way more picturesque than the one in Tampa. Also, the class sizes were much smaller and it has better professors. The campus itself is spread out on the shores of Bayboro Harbor which offers really great views.













I pass the Dali Museum every time I walk to the College of Business. At times I get to play photographer for the Japanese tourists.



Surrealism anyone?




Next post will be pictures of St. Petersburg. But only the nice part.

Friday, 17 August 2007

Tears dry on their own

One last Amy W. video. Sorry. I had to. I just love love love this song.


Sad song. Happy beat.

Plus I just can't get over her Marge Simpson Beehive.



Here's the lyrics:

Tears Dry On Their Own

All I can ever be to you is a darkness that we knew
And this regret I got accustomed to
Once it was so right
When we were at our high
Waiting for you in the hotel at night
I knew I hadn't met my match
But every moment we could snatch
I don’t know why I got so attached
It’s my responsibility
You don’t owe nothing to me
But to walk away I have no capacity

He walks away the sun goes down
He takes the day but I’m grown
And your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own

I don’t understand
Why do I stress a man?
When there’s so many better things at hand
We could've never had it all
We had to hit a wall
So this is inevitable withdrawal
Even if I stop wanting you
and perspective pushes through
I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon
I shouldn't play myself again
i Should just be my own best friend.
Not f**k myself in the head with stupid men

He walks away the sun goes down
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own

So we are history,
Your shadow covers me
The sky above
A blaze

He walks away the sun goes down
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own


I wish I could say no regrets
And no emotional debts
Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun sets
So we are history
Your shadow covers me
The sky above a blaze
That only lovers see

He walks away the sun goes down
He takes the day but I’m grown
And in your way
My blue shade
My tears dry on their own

He walks away the sun goes down
He takes the day but I am grown
And in your way
My deep shade
My tears dry on their own

He walks away the sun goes down
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way
My deep shade
My tears dry


Tuesday, 14 August 2007

F*** Me Pumps! You Know that I'm No Good!

I just fell in love with Amy Winehouse's voice.
It's so soulful. Take that Joss Stone!
Amy Winehouse Video Overload!






I just love love her voice in Love is a Losing Game...

Friday, 10 August 2007

The old me

Aunt Aida left this afternoon to go back to New Jersey. All week she regaled us with the latest tsismis from the town where I grew up. There are so many changes and I was just amazed at how things could be different and the same at the same time. Most of my friends have graduated college and are now on graduate schools or have jobs. Most, as you might guess, have become nurses. A few have gone to med school.
I miss them all. I haven't returned to my hometown since moving here in Florida.

I began to wonder about the past.
About who I was then and who I am now.
Then, I was straight or rather denying the fact that I was even gay. I used to have a girlfriend whom I loved. But it just wasn't for me. She knew about me and played along.

Although I don't like my current location now, it really enabled me to find myself. I moved here and had no friends, no relatives except for my parents. I had nothing going for me. That's when I came out to myself. I know who I am.

Perhaps the next time I move others will know the real me. And I won't feel the need to hide anymore.

There's a time for everything.

Thursday, 9 August 2007

The Aunts Are Marching

I haven't posted anything in a while. I know. I know. My Mom's best friend whom I consider as my Aunt is visiting. When Aunt Aida visits, everything stops. I've been to the beach almost everyday and use SPF 50 sunblock.
I will definitely be scolded by my facialist tomorrow.
I am exhausted.
This old man needs to take his ass to bed.