| The Aggressively Cheap Car |
[Sep. 13th, 2007|04:20 pm] |
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| | sinister | ] |
Who said that love could not be born out of the backseat of a beat up yellow Volkswagen Beetle circa 1961, as it cruises down EDSA and swerves from lane to lane like a slow dying turtle that sputters out gas? These storytellers don't know the legend of the map at the back of your hand and the kisses I mistakenly lay on your closed eyes, because of the rocks and the speed bumps and the yellowing gutter that reflected stars more telling than Van Gogh could imagine. What do they know of the whispered sighs from you as you lifted your shoulders in a half-shrug and shifted to let your head rest against my shoulder, I felt I was created for one sole purpose to sit as your prop as I whispered “I love you” in the same breath and lull as John Lennon's “Imagine” being sung in the bar, both of which could not permeate your (un)consciousness. |
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| My day job: Creating a Reality Bites Episode |
[May. 16th, 2007|11:43 pm] |
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| | waiting something | ] | My job robs me of anything infinite. If infinity were words, I would have written the universe --but words are cheap when they mean nothing. It struck me, the way purely brilliant thoughts strike you, careless as a ton of bricks carefully measured to balance precariously-- poised flightless like aging bronze pigeons cemented on Assisi. My life is no longer mine. If writing were my life I've sold all the rights to the company.
What's left then? |
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| ♥ ♥ time for a reality check ♥ ♥ |
[May. 1st, 2007|05:57 am] |
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| | resigned | ] |
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| | Itoshii Hito - Miyavi | ] | A little something from Emily Jane Bronte first:
Remembrance. COLD in the earth — and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave ! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave ? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains, on that northern shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover Thy noble heart for ever, ever more ? Cold in the earth — and fifteen wild Decembers From those brown hills, have melted into spring : Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering ! Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along ; Other desires and other hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong ! No later light has lightened up my heaven, No second morn has ever shone for me ; All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when the days of golden dreams had perished, And even Despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence could be cherished, Strengthened, and fed, without the aid of joy. Then did I check the tears of useless passion — Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine ; Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that tomb already more than mine. And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain ; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again ?
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Nothing makes it better in the wee hours of morning. ...i have a job. thank god. |
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| OH the IRONY. > |
[Apr. 17th, 2007|12:12 am] |
i woke up today totally "relating" with a college flick i was watching that had the promise of being as unintelligent as van wilder had been.
and then i realized that i have been unemployed for the past month and will continue to be if i keep on oversleeping and MISSING MY INTERVIEWS. ><
So, JP Morgan Chase down.
So, SPi down.
Let's see if I can manage to show up to my next interview.
Miyavi is ♥ !!!! |
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| hot boys kissing! HOT BOYS KISSING! |
[Apr. 11th, 2007|11:51 pm] |
Lauren's "housewarming" get-together turned out to be one drawn fever caused by the sight of hot, straight, TALENTED, cross-dressing, Japanese male rockstars kissing. =)
Thank God for the distraction.
job? what job? job hunting? what the?! =s je ne comprends pas! (i hope i did that correctly) |
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| HAPPY BIRTHDAY LACIEEEEEE! XD |
[Mar. 24th, 2007|11:37 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home | ] |
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| | askdfjalsdfjl | ] |
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| | talking to berdei girl on ze phone. :P | ] | So guess who's turning 21? :) after the 1606 party, I feel like I've gotten to know you more than I thought I would anyone. >< hahahaha which is not necessarily a bad thing. ^^ In fact, it's pretty awesome. Lacey. :)
To the babylonian princess, bottled woman, band nazi, my horror-film buddy, my smocket co-composer, brilliant guitarist HAPPY 21st! I love you!!! I seriously do! XD
Lauren, ang tanda mo na! :P


 More beer, more cigs, more fun parties, less drama, more laughs, some great gigs! |
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| Book and Book. |
[Mar. 5th, 2007|05:43 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | HOME | ] |
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| | woot! | ] |
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| | All too human - the Rakes | ] | How to be Good (Nick Hornby)
 Hornby does it again! "...Even though I am, apparently, and to my immense surprise, the kind of person who tells her husband that she doesn't want to be married to him any more, I really didn't think that I was the kind of person to say so in a car park, on a mobile phone. That particular self -assessment will now have to be revised, clearly. I can describe myself as the kind of person who doesn't forget names, for example, because I have remembered names thousands of times and forgotten them only once or twice. But for the majority of people, marriage-ending conversations happen only once, if at all. If you choose to conduct yours on a mobile phone, in a Leeds car park, then you cannot really claim that it is unrepresentative, in the same way that Lee Harvey Oswald couldn't really claim that shooting presidents wasn't like him at all. Sometimes we have to be judged by our one-offs."
Using the voice of a middle-aged, doctor-wife-adulteress, Hornby discusses the dilemma of "being good." Bring in the mystical hand of a man with sapphire tortoise-piercings hanging from both eyebrows, and the once-"angriest man in Holloway", and the readers are dragged into the mess of a marriage crumbling, witty bickering and a clash of worldviews so poignant the reader will find himself/herself choosing sides like children left with the pickings after the parents' divorce.
We all want to be good. True. But who has the energy and the enthusiasm to actually want to go out of one's way to make a lifelong commitment of helping the poor? What happens when enough is enough with everything, and you're reduced to "elevator-sex" with your husband because he knows the right buttons to push, but the whole thing is just as romantic as that? A ride in the lift.
What happens when you forgo all the romantic notions of "art-sex" and intellectual explorations all together, because that's life--it is as it is, and there are no movie credits and dashing leading men headed your way?
Hornby writes about all these with such bleak yet realistic outlook, and amidst all the funny lines (and the book is loaded with them) the underlying truth and life-weariness is constantly present--"there's nothing out there at all."
Recommendations: Not for the idealistic. (You have been forewarned about possible disillusionment) Would I read it again? Absolutely. Pros: Really clever and straightforward--humorous, moving, engaging and in true Hornby fashion, definitely thought-provoking. Cons: None Book Grade: A+ |
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| SHARE: Monet Refuses the Operation (Lisel Mueller) |
[Feb. 28th, 2007|09:08 pm] |
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| | depraved | ] |
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| | zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz *drool* | ] | (I haven't been writing, so I'll share one of my favorite poems instead. Fell in love with it back in highschool. ^^)
Monet Refuses the Operation Doctor, you say that there are no haloes around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused by old age, an affliction. I tell you it has taken me all my life to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels, to soften and blur and finally banish the edges you regret I don't see, to learn that the line I called the horizon does not exist and sky and water, so long apart, are the same state of being. Fifty-four years before I could see Rouen cathedral is built of parallel shafts of sun, and now you want to restore my youthful errors: fixed notions of top and bottom, the illusion of three-dimensional space, wisteria separate from the bridge it covers. What can I say to convince you the Houses of Parliament dissolve night after night to become the fluid dream of the Thames? I will not return to a universe of objects that don't know each other, as if islands were not the lost children of one great continent. The world is flux, and light becomes what it touches, becomes water, lilies on water, above and below water, becomes lilac and mauve and yellow and white and cerulean lamps, small fists passing sunlight so quickly to one another that it would take long, streaming hair inside my brush to catch it. To paint the speed of light! Our weighted shapes, these verticals, burn to mix with air and changes our bones, skin, clothes to gases. Doctor, if only you could see how heaven pulls earth into its arms and how infinitely the heart expands to claim this world, blue vapor without end. ~ Lisel Mueller ~ |
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| First gig |
[Feb. 10th, 2007|05:59 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | nyarrrrr. | ] |
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| | chinese rich boys. | ] | First gig and I lost my voice two days before... lol
First gig and the effects pedal failed us.
First gig and the other bands owned our smoking hot asses.
First gig and we were the prettiest band who didn't play pussy rock.
First gig and I sounded so shrill and annoying. lol
First gig and I was with some of my dearest friends. (I love you guys)
First gig... well... it was pretty darn fun.
I promise you guys, I will never lose my voice again when we need it. (thank goodness, Rica was there)
Lauren, Tish, Kimi and Rica. Hearts to you guys. Aedz, Isay, Mimye Paula, Pat, Nic, Diego, Munding, Ralph, Cams and Paolo--> thanks for the support.
Congrats to ABS and Twitch for getting first and second.
Well, here we go.
next time, i vote we play a gig where we can shout "motherfuckers." haha! :D |
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| "no mas" na naman ako ni Morales. |
[Feb. 8th, 2007|07:03 am] |
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| | i made a mess. | ] | oi. pakibalik isang daan ko.
So... hindi niya ako mahal. Ang galing.
yun lang naman. |
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