like romeo and juliet...
movies have made me numb to the concept of love. i go on searching for this stylized version of it, wondering if those synthetic feelings will materialize out of chance meetings here and there- but good actors and actresses make the writers' ideology of love seem and feel... real. What we see on the silver screen is rarely a representation of what IS real (with a few expectations). These movies make me want that destiny-driven, fantasy-fueled, magical-moment. Alas, it is only on celluloid that this world of special connections exist. Too few and far in between do you hear such stories. Where everyone says the perfect line delivered with perfect timing to end up being perfectly cliche. In order to have these life altering incidents to happen in the real world we live in, we must create them... but the movies say y'all shouldn't fuck with destiny. Lame. When it comes down to it anyway, some of the most famous love stories, would never really take place. After all, romeo and juliet was pretty much a one night fling right?
Sunday, December 12, 2004
oh no i've said too much.. i haven't said enough
She cares more for my eternal life and soul than my current one. Can a person be so blinded by their faith, they have confused it with fear. I see how you live your life, and that's how you want it to be for me? I'd rather raise questions and find answers than follow the blindfolded flock.
She cares more for my eternal life and soul than my current one. Can a person be so blinded by their faith, they have confused it with fear. I see how you live your life, and that's how you want it to be for me? I'd rather raise questions and find answers than follow the blindfolded flock.
Thursday, December 02, 2004
if there's love... i just wanna have something to do with it
been in a mega funk lately... and it kinda blows. strike that... reverse it... it REALLY blows. It's one of those low-lows where it seems as if even though there is nowhere to go but up, you still look at the unstable ground below you thinkin it is going to crash down at any second. yup, that bad. Well, couple silver linings to these multitude of grey clouds. Turned in my SDSU app (at the very last minute... almost literally). So if all goes well, (i need the whole damn west coast to cross their fingers for this one), i should be there next fall... seems so far, but i can smell it (smells like burnt toast). But next semester is gonna be a mega bitch. I better spend my quality time with people now, because kiss my ass goodbye next semster. Second highlight, i just cooked chicken noodle soup from scratch... next time though, i wanna even make the noodles. That way i can have those mega thick ass souplantation style noodles. I know that's not a big highlight, it's just something to feel a LITTLE bit accomplished.
(enter random cryptic hits here) The world around me is a scary place, and i've never been ready for it... but when are you ever REALLY ready. Take a punch, you never know, it might not even hurt. I don't wanna be the asshole... but sometimes you have to be an ass to be the better man.
been in a mega funk lately... and it kinda blows. strike that... reverse it... it REALLY blows. It's one of those low-lows where it seems as if even though there is nowhere to go but up, you still look at the unstable ground below you thinkin it is going to crash down at any second. yup, that bad. Well, couple silver linings to these multitude of grey clouds. Turned in my SDSU app (at the very last minute... almost literally). So if all goes well, (i need the whole damn west coast to cross their fingers for this one), i should be there next fall... seems so far, but i can smell it (smells like burnt toast). But next semester is gonna be a mega bitch. I better spend my quality time with people now, because kiss my ass goodbye next semster. Second highlight, i just cooked chicken noodle soup from scratch... next time though, i wanna even make the noodles. That way i can have those mega thick ass souplantation style noodles. I know that's not a big highlight, it's just something to feel a LITTLE bit accomplished.
(enter random cryptic hits here) The world around me is a scary place, and i've never been ready for it... but when are you ever REALLY ready. Take a punch, you never know, it might not even hurt. I don't wanna be the asshole... but sometimes you have to be an ass to be the better man.
Friday, October 29, 2004
let me be your favorite nightmare...
another issue of random goodness ...or badness ..whatever.
wedding proposals always trip me out. i just think that they are always too sweet for cavities. regardless of whether or not it's on the idiot box, or in person. It's a commitment. period. sweeter than that though are movie kisses.
For some odd reason, movie kisses are always drawn out and look so great. How come most kisses don't look like that in real life. They are just usually a prelude to a slobberfest, or slobberfuck depending on how much alchohol someone has in them. And since the induced lust-affair was laced with lowered inhibitions, you might as well throw the coordination out the window too. If ya'll don't believe me, go downtown halloween night.. it'll be even sloppier. That's when people who usually put on a facade now have an excuse to do so.
Speaking of faux fronts, i have a love/hate affair with the media... just doing this research paper on media bias isn't helping at all. Truth gets lost in the spin cycle, the and the public are left hung out to dry.
another issue of random goodness ...or badness ..whatever.
wedding proposals always trip me out. i just think that they are always too sweet for cavities. regardless of whether or not it's on the idiot box, or in person. It's a commitment. period. sweeter than that though are movie kisses.
For some odd reason, movie kisses are always drawn out and look so great. How come most kisses don't look like that in real life. They are just usually a prelude to a slobberfest, or slobberfuck depending on how much alchohol someone has in them. And since the induced lust-affair was laced with lowered inhibitions, you might as well throw the coordination out the window too. If ya'll don't believe me, go downtown halloween night.. it'll be even sloppier. That's when people who usually put on a facade now have an excuse to do so.
Speaking of faux fronts, i have a love/hate affair with the media... just doing this research paper on media bias isn't helping at all. Truth gets lost in the spin cycle, the and the public are left hung out to dry.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
i was just frontin...
one can usually tell when someone has guests over or are expecting guests. The house goes from commonly clean, to unfathomably immaculate. Sometimes you can tell where the guests are from based on what they brought back in their balikbayan boxes... chocolate macadamia nuts, caramacs, and kona coffee (mmm...kona), more than likely they came from the 808 state... bags and bags of polvoron, dried mangoes, and tamarinds, more than likely they came from the Philippines. Now in my house, there are additional indicators. If you see the maternal unit come home with Wal-Mart bags full of new bathroom supplies, from rugs to towels, from soap to soap dispensers... you can tell a guest was coming. The more she bought, the higher the "status" of the guest. This included bedsheets, pillows and pillow cases, shower curtains, and in extreme cases, new furniture. My mom... uber-host. I asked moms one time why was she "frontin", and wasn't it enough to just clean the house. "'Cause if we ever go to their house, wouldn't you want the same?"... not really. I want it to just be real... dysfunction and the whole bag of chips. It'd feel more comfortable. It'd feel like home.
On another note... HAPPY 23rd TWINS. Time to kiss the navy exchange and all that comes with it, goodbye! When we went out for the birthday buffet earlier, i overheard someone order a diet coke... and i just thought, "isn't it pointless to order diet at a buffet..."
oh yeah... check out some of the new links... especially the random goodness ...
one can usually tell when someone has guests over or are expecting guests. The house goes from commonly clean, to unfathomably immaculate. Sometimes you can tell where the guests are from based on what they brought back in their balikbayan boxes... chocolate macadamia nuts, caramacs, and kona coffee (mmm...kona), more than likely they came from the 808 state... bags and bags of polvoron, dried mangoes, and tamarinds, more than likely they came from the Philippines. Now in my house, there are additional indicators. If you see the maternal unit come home with Wal-Mart bags full of new bathroom supplies, from rugs to towels, from soap to soap dispensers... you can tell a guest was coming. The more she bought, the higher the "status" of the guest. This included bedsheets, pillows and pillow cases, shower curtains, and in extreme cases, new furniture. My mom... uber-host. I asked moms one time why was she "frontin", and wasn't it enough to just clean the house. "'Cause if we ever go to their house, wouldn't you want the same?"... not really. I want it to just be real... dysfunction and the whole bag of chips. It'd feel more comfortable. It'd feel like home.
On another note... HAPPY 23rd TWINS. Time to kiss the navy exchange and all that comes with it, goodbye! When we went out for the birthday buffet earlier, i overheard someone order a diet coke... and i just thought, "isn't it pointless to order diet at a buffet..."
oh yeah... check out some of the new links... especially the random goodness ...
Saturday, October 16, 2004
i must admit on some occasions, i went out like a punk, and a chump, or a sucka or something to that effect, respect.
for someone who sure seems to do a lot of running, i'm an awfully big man... nyuk... right... sorry, defense mode is apparantly on level orange... elevated, even... nyuk... not your bad at all, miss... about tonight...
damn, yo!!!...
even the cryptic level is on ultra...
for someone who sure seems to do a lot of running, i'm an awfully big man... nyuk... right... sorry, defense mode is apparantly on level orange... elevated, even... nyuk... not your bad at all, miss... about tonight...
damn, yo!!!...
even the cryptic level is on ultra...
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
i'm not like them, but i can pretend
plauged by BAD insomnia as of late ...and that damn jessica simpson cover of "take my breath away" isn't helping much... damn... everyone has heard of overacting... but can someone "over-sing"? ...well, if so, jessica simpson makes a gawdamn strong case. more to write ...but the brain isn't functioning properly...oh i know what i need to do ...funk this ... i apologize in advance for those who wasted time reading this blurb of absolutely NOTHING!
plauged by BAD insomnia as of late ...and that damn jessica simpson cover of "take my breath away" isn't helping much... damn... everyone has heard of overacting... but can someone "over-sing"? ...well, if so, jessica simpson makes a gawdamn strong case. more to write ...but the brain isn't functioning properly...oh i know what i need to do ...funk this ... i apologize in advance for those who wasted time reading this blurb of absolutely NOTHING!
Thursday, March 04, 2004
it's just an illusion cause by the world spinnin' 'round
as i take a smoke break from my all nighter writing another gawddamn paper, i was watchin a plane fly low to the ground because of all the clouds in the air.... but i didn't realize how low it was until it passed through the clouds... the lights that beamed from the plane shined off of the clouds...then the beam of light grew shorter (what an oxymoron) till it passed through that set of clouds then repeated with the next...it's those weird little things that put smiles on your faces...well, on mine anyway. so it got me thinkin again, i didn't have to stay up for this paper ..i could have gone to sleep a long damn time ago... but my strength of will shocked me... (also the fact that i didn't turn in that other paper i was bitchin about...fell asleep for that one)... so i was thinkin ...my will is there again ....and so a new day begins ... and blah blah blah ..all that other reflective shit ...but like the plane and the "fluffy white clouds", i'll eventually be grounded soon... but after a lil tune up..i'll be flyin again...peace fish, happy camper
as i take a smoke break from my all nighter writing another gawddamn paper, i was watchin a plane fly low to the ground because of all the clouds in the air.... but i didn't realize how low it was until it passed through the clouds... the lights that beamed from the plane shined off of the clouds...then the beam of light grew shorter (what an oxymoron) till it passed through that set of clouds then repeated with the next...it's those weird little things that put smiles on your faces...well, on mine anyway. so it got me thinkin again, i didn't have to stay up for this paper ..i could have gone to sleep a long damn time ago... but my strength of will shocked me... (also the fact that i didn't turn in that other paper i was bitchin about...fell asleep for that one)... so i was thinkin ...my will is there again ....and so a new day begins ... and blah blah blah ..all that other reflective shit ...but like the plane and the "fluffy white clouds", i'll eventually be grounded soon... but after a lil tune up..i'll be flyin again...peace fish, happy camper
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
i hate you so much right now!!!
the following passage contains vulgar vocabulary... if ye are offended, turn thy head now
fuck this paper....fuck writer's block... fuck research... don't you just wsh sometimes you can just toss shit off to the side and just say ...fuck it... but hell ..mama didn't raise no quitter right... right ...i think ...instead of writing a fuckin paper..i'm fucking writing a blog entry ...why? ..fuck, i dunno ...thought it might help the writers block ...see, i thought this paper was due later... but alas ..my dumbass looked at the damn description ...and i'm already past due ..what a fuckin bitch ...as stated earlier ...fuck this paper... fuck writer's block... fuck all the bullshit..
the following passage contains vulgar vocabulary... if ye are offended, turn thy head now
fuck this paper....fuck writer's block... fuck research... don't you just wsh sometimes you can just toss shit off to the side and just say ...fuck it... but hell ..mama didn't raise no quitter right... right ...i think ...instead of writing a fuckin paper..i'm fucking writing a blog entry ...why? ..fuck, i dunno ...thought it might help the writers block ...see, i thought this paper was due later... but alas ..my dumbass looked at the damn description ...and i'm already past due ..what a fuckin bitch ...as stated earlier ...fuck this paper... fuck writer's block... fuck all the bullshit..
Saturday, February 14, 2004
happy valentine's day... i'm back.
so today was valentine's day... but unlike prior years, i'm not bitter anymore... just thinkin it was a halmark holiday (well, it still really is)... but i figured love is love man... so spread love ya'll, spread love... my only thing against valentine's day is that ya'll who show love on this designated day is that ya'll shoulda been showin love everyday mufakas...it's just good practice...
so today was valentine's day... but unlike prior years, i'm not bitter anymore... just thinkin it was a halmark holiday (well, it still really is)... but i figured love is love man... so spread love ya'll, spread love... my only thing against valentine's day is that ya'll who show love on this designated day is that ya'll shoulda been showin love everyday mufakas...it's just good practice...
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