Entries for June, 2004chronicle your life
June 7, 2004
A chronicle...the life I lead, is it really worth to be chronicled? I lead such a boring life. I do my laundries on the weekends, a time when you're supposed to be piss-drunk. doing stupid things with equally stupid people. making a complete ass of yourself, in the eyes of people and maybe even God, God must be shaking his head on one or two occassions when i got too...okey,. enough of that.
A journal, diary, a chronicle...
A written testament of your life. We read the passages and we squirm, like a worm on a hook. We shake our heads, 'what was I thinking?' Or we would cover our mouths in awe, our faces would turn red as an apple, at some forgotten line, you think now is too much of an embarrassment, but what can you do, it was a phase, every normal human being passed at least puberty, some even haven't gone past that age. I barely survived. Depression makes me a prolific writer. There's something about misery that makes words flow from my mind to my fingers like a spring, I'm a well oiled machine when I am feeling down, it's automatic.
Unfortunately, my spirits seem to be up today.
Maybe It'll be all gloomy and dark tomorrow?
Stay tuned kids.
corned beef
June 7, 2004
Ever had something for so long, you can't be without it for a single minute? Ever been to some place and stayed there for almost an eternity, time seems to warp the minute you step out and venture into somewhere else? Have you ever had a person, for the longest time, like a memory, in your mind, it never goes away...like the lines on the palm of your hands, you know that person all too well. You can anticipate their moves, read their thoughts, you have a secret club, you are spit brothers, the dynamic duo, like hand in glove, it fits snuggly. On rainy days, and Mondays and everyday in between...it never fades...it is fixed.
Lunch was like venturing into uncharted waters today...i had the #4 meal...today, I betrayed my beloved Corned Beef meal.
I am sorry.
back to the old house
June 9, 2004
Going back to places that you have relegated to your memory is quite an awkward situation. You really can't feel good about being there because once you step through the door, all the reasons you had for leaving just plays back in your head, like a bad song...it's there, and you thought life has taught you to be forgetful, and jaded, faded like that memory which you thought was buried, like a hated, deceased relative, lost in time...lost in the dark nooks and crannies of your medulla obligatory nervous thingamajig...or whatever the name of that part of the brain is, forgive me, I'm just a poor old artist, not even struggling...let's just say that "I am one", nothing more...let's not make something out of nothing here.
People always ask you questions they already know the answers to. I mean, you have a job right? 9 to 5, 6 days a week, that's basically what I'm doing now.
I feel like the some fish that was lucky enough to escape the aquarium in a seafood restaurant.
"How's life on the outside?"
"Same as it ever was..."
The rain has been pouring since this morning. They say there's a storm coming...or has it arrived already? Poor people, they said it's going to hit, maybe the south. I also see something brewing, a storm. perhaps? A deluge of shit, and misguided energy channeled through fast food and surplus goods...a few latitudes from apathy...a longitude from total self-loathing.
A friend and his girlfriend gave birth to a healthy baby girl last night.
Perhaps there is a God after all? It's just that, today heaven is pissing on us...and by that I meant the rain you heretics!
I got my money today...anyone for a round of impulsive shopping?
eyes wide shut
June 10, 2004
The pages weighed a ton, the book had the weight of the world, and everything else in between. Her bar code seemed like prison bars. The letters seemed to be doubled...tripled at times! And I was trying to keep track of all the sentences. The punctuations were running sideways, slanted. Apostrophes zipped around like flies, periods popping here, there...commas were jumping in every direction, qoutation marks lay dead, page numbers fleeing from the scene of the crime, grammar was non-existent. Question marks were lost, raped and violated in every way imaginable. I was cross-eyed, dizzy; the chapters were upside-down, inside-out, sunny side up, it was like reading and doing cartwheels at the same time.
I lost count how many times I dropped that book.
Reading a book, at midnight, with the cold weather just doesn't work. My eyes were staging a coup...It was their will against mine, and the spineless heap of human flesh that I am when it comes to sleep, I usually give in...last night was no exception.
Thank God for book markers!
is this it? is this really it?
June 10, 2004
This is a checklist...
- Repeated checking of doors, locks, electrical appliances, or light
switches, gas regulators...CHECK!
- Strict attempts to keep various, personal items in careful
order...CHECK!
- Mental activities that are repetitious, such as counting or praying,
reading...CHECK!
Do I have OCD?
I think so...I drive people crazy, especially Kim. Light switches, the electric fan, the door knob, my shoes have to be in proper order, the alarm clock, my keys have to be arranged from smallest to biggest, with the straight edges on the same row, shoes have to be laced in a specific manner (left shoe - left lace over right and vice versa)...etc.
It's always been there, since high school I guess.
I think it's just a minor case...it hasn't intefered with anything, at least not that I know of.
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I got a new desk...a work desk, White with Gray trimmings. That my friends, is the high point of the day so far. A window is blinking on my menu bar, like a Christmas light which got lost in the middle of this humid day in June, "i see dead people ev...", it says, as it blinks, changing colors from Orange to Silver. The dart board on the wall, in front of me hangs in silent testimony to my boredome. It's face looks like a herion fiend's arm...needle marks, darts...Red and Green plumes in a Black and White rubber surface; if the holes had mouths, they would be mocking me, taunting me, seducing me in tiny, impish voices.
It's still blinking, but I'd rather not type a reply...I'm so behind topic that I might make a fool of myself. And I hate to backtrack and read where the conversation is going to.
I'm a lazy motherfucker...sometimes.
5 years in 3 hours
June 11, 2004
2 bottles
2 glasses
Ice
Orange juice
Water
Peanuts
Oishi!
Ripe Mangoes?!
Conversation ranging from politics, basketball, sex, religion...basketball...sex...more sex...some more basketball.
One track minds?
Kobe Bryant is a fruit!!! A fairy in Nike sneakers!
Tanduay...it might taste nasty, but it makes for good, rollicking, rib-tickling, often surreal talk.
Tongues slur and eyes droopy in the dim light of a bulb, under a white tent in the middle of the night, under a drizzle, cold winds, the stench of cat poo mixed with Bailey's "natural odor" or was it Rusty? Boing2X tricks and a tail with a bald patch, she looks like a four-legged hotdog with a tail and the affection of a child...she moans, she cries at the door, wagging her tail, lying on her back, kicking her hind legs as I wait for my turn to use the bathroom. Rusty's asleep, she's catching up on her beauty rest, Binggol doesn't give a shit...as long as he's left alone, sleeping in his corner, he's a happy puppy...although using the word "puppy' might be an understatement.
Out at 2 a.m.
education
June 11, 2004
I'm listening to The Sex Pistols' version of Sinatra's "My Way"...still haven't found downloadable mp3's for Cocteau Twins songs.
Cocteau Twins...
This may be the voice of God...
origami
June 12, 2004
Independence Day. It's a holiday but I'm at work, but it's only for the morning so it's all good.
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It's a strange feeling, a new experience, it's alien to me...but it's just paper, nothing more than a piece of paper...you can wipe your ass with it if you wanted to, burn it, fold it into little paper cranes, airplanes, boats, hats, cats, buildings...whatever your mind can come up with.
It's just paper.
everyday is like sunday
June 14, 2004
3 bottles of brandy with your father, on his birthday, on a Father's Day...Sundays never felt so right.
soul coughing
June 14, 2004
I'm on a trip.
Trippin'. The weather sucks today. I feel my nape going numb, I don't know why? Time moves in inches, centimeters, millimeters, degrees, sideways...I am having trouble breathing. The air feels thick, you can cut it with a knife. My lungs feel strapped in a straightjacket, cramped up and constricted...
All the technological advances, and no one has come up yet with the cure for the common cold...I'm losing faith.
wooot!
June 14, 2004
The Lakers got bitch-slapped by Detroit...again!
Somehow, today doesn't suck that much anymore.
Avast me hearties! Ho-Ho-Ho and a bottle of rum!
June 15, 2004
Well she cried, and she cried
All night to the sound of the freeway hum
And she swears she'll be gone
When the sun hits the ground
And she ain't coming back to my cell
Well she's tired and she's tired
Of this life she's been leading too long
And the times turns around
Through the walls that surround
To the chimes of a jailor's song
In my four walled world
Well she tries and she tries
But my feet just won't leave the ground
And I'm tired and I'm tired
Of this prisoners life, and these chains
That drag me down
In my four walled world
And now the sun is low
And these walls try to break my soul
And now the moon is full
And I won't see nothing tonight
But the tears in her eyes and
My four walled world
:: Four Walled World - Temple Of The Dog
Dreams inspire us. Sometimes they scare us...don't put too much meaning on dreams, and besides, reality is a much more scarier place to be in.
For what it's worth; I had a dream once that I was making love to a pirate, complete with eyepatch, rotten teeth, wooden peg-leg and a parrot!
Now that's some scary shit!
Avast ye mateys!
Bisolvon rocks!
June 16, 2004
"Desperate and ravenous
So weak and powerless
Over you
Over you"
Weak and Powerless - A Perfect Circle
My chest could have caved in and I couldn't lift as much as a finger to do something about it. I hate feeling helpless, trapped and cornered. I had to pick myself up just to get air in. Everytime I inhaled, I could swear the devil was squeezing what was left of my lungs...it was horrible.
I was afraid to fall asleep.
Ever had those times when your mind plays cruel tricks on you? I was afraid I wouldn't wake up the next morning. It usually happens when I'm sick...I become paranoid.
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Game 5 today...will the Pistons make history?
Good God I hope so!!!
Fuck the Lakers!
Bunch of fucking wankers!
Hell the fuck yeah!!!
June 16, 2004
WOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
It's all over!!! 100-87...Detroit won!!!
WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Untitled 1.0
June 17, 2004
"I'll lay me down tonight,
Much further down.
Swim in the calm tonight.
This art does drown."
:: Girl's Not Grey - AFI
2 pieces of Jollibee Chickenjoy, brownies as hard as hollow blocks, CSI, sorting out clothes, an act of kindness, apathy, loathing, frailty, coughing like a motherfucker, nausea...
All that on a Wednesday night.
down
June 18, 2004
The flu hit my wife yesterday. She's still down today, hope she gets better. Played the role of cook, nurse and at times doctor last night, oh! and don't forget dishwasher, by the time I finished, it was almost bedtime. Nothing good was on TV so I just hit the sack early.
Mom-in-law called last night, which was good. Gave Kim a little boost. She felt better after that. She misses her mom so much. I think she tries to hide it, and she does a good job doing it, but sometimes you can just see right through her.
Last night was one of those.
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why the fuck does this happen to me???
June 18, 2004
39 degrees and rising.
You are delirious. You swore you saw The Virgin Mary, The Holy Ghost, God the Father, Jesus doing Christ-airs and 360 kickflips, Japan-airs, Madonnas, Method-airs and you crossed yourself thrice for good measure. You slither, squirm, salivate. Tylenol breaks in between rosaries and catnaps. The weather outside is just a reflection of what goes on in your head. A mere shadow...the flames rise, in your forehead, the fire in your belly burns.
Your palms feel like hot coals. In a lake of fire. This may as well be hell, if not for the soft sheets, the fluffed up pillows and the sweet scent of garden flowers. Maybe this is hell and we just don't know it yet? Your head spins, in a whirlpool, in a tunnel, under sewers and ditches, in crevices, garbage pits, in the abyss of human weakness.
Instant noodles and leftovers. Reruns. Talent shows and local bullshit, mediocre talent and overblown hype seems to be all the rage these days.
We get sick.
We get weak.
We bitch.
We moan.
We curse.
We lie down, thinking all is lost.
We do not always understand why.
EVIL!!!
June 18, 2004
Cradle Of Filth is for pussies!
Marylin Manson doesn't have shit against these guys. Heck he ain't even half as evil as this 'Mortiis' fella!
You thought the aforementioned were evil? Black Metal will prove you wrong.
pardon the drivel...i'm just not myself today
June 19, 2004
People treat people like they were vermin. Not worthy of their time or respect, just because some are not in league with their intellect, or hold more lowly jobs compared to theirs, they see some as scum, not even deserving of their time. It's ironic how we brush people aside and then, throw our arms up in desperation and ask why some are so calloused and full of apathy. We treat people like doormats, footstools. Fuck! we even treat pets better than we treat some of our friends or family. I know of someone who won't move out of the house because he said he'll miss the pets...what about you family asshole?
God damn flu keeps coming back. I'll have to look for industrial strength Tylenol or something. Someone broke into the parlor next door, and some people are becoming edgy and paranoid, I won't let a few burglaries stop me from living my life and functioning like a normal human being.
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I miss home.
I miss the peace and quiet. I miss the warm meals and the warmth of the people. I miss not having to care about what to have for dinner, or what to have for the next few days, because you know someone already took care of that. I miss the feeling of coming home and just plopping on the couch, TV or just talking...talking about anything and everything. Roaming around the living room, even in your boxers. Listening to your kind of music.
Some people will say that it's good to have a bit of uncertainty and the feeling of not knowing where you will be the next day, or what you will eat in the next few days, or wether or not you'll still have a job in the next month.
I totally believe in that. But once in a while, I just like to have that warm and fuzzy feeling all over again.
*Puts on ruby red sneakers on, click the heels three times and say "There's no place like home."*
I miss home.
visions in grey
June 19, 2004
the flower droops, in lamentation. and the wind
with her cold and tender kiss, wipes away the fever
from her brow. the day is grey, silent and downcast.
her eyes, misty and filled with love, overflowing and
pure. swaying to a familiar breeze, amidst the turmoil
in her head, she recites a prayer. an incantation. she
sings her lullaby, in the melting of the moon, in the
changing of seasons, she sings her song.
in serene vistas, in ethereal epiphanies, in solemn
rest she sighs, in silence she dies. flowers for my
grave. wash away my sins with your tears. the night
is in bloom, and the day is but a memory, i am looking
for answers. i cannot see the light. in time's passing
and the sun, fading away, into the next...i am at a loss.
as the darkness comes, and the tides bring news of
grief. in soft sheets, in pearly drops of rain. the sky may
close, and we will look away. the life we lead may all be
tragic and wrought with pain, the upheavals, the trenches
we dig, and the walls we build, it may all dissapear into
nothingness, and i cold and bitter...
a flower for a companion.
fear and loathing in Banilad
June 21, 2004
3 p.m. yesterday a neighbor was held at gunpoint by 2 men on a motorcycle, this within a few feet from the barangay chapel and a few meters away from the barangay hall. A cellphone and maybe some cash were stolen, she was then pushed by one of the men to the ground scratching her forearm, then she lost conciousness.
And I mentioned this just a few days ago, Thursday to be exact, the beauty parlor next door had a break in, cash was stolen. Luckily no one was hurt. Even if these were isolated cases, you can't help but feel a bit scared.
It's quite disturbing, you feel you're in a safe place and all of a sudden in just a span of 3 days your sense of security is burst like a bubble. You look at the front door of the house these days and it looks like it's in a straight jacket, a few more locks and we're like a maximum security prison.
You think of all that's happened and you can only shake your head in disbelief, the hang your head in frustration. I'm not going to go on a tirade about the authorities not doing anything and all that shit because I know they have their hands full...the dedicated ones at least.
I'm just trying to make sense of all that has happened, you look back and you see deep inside you, you try to act brave and say that nothing has changed, you say to yourself that this is not going to affect you, and you just want to keep on going and lead a normal life, but you walk to the corner store, or you go to the jeepney terminal to Foodland and you're looking over your shoulder, wary of people in motorcycles, looking at strangers suspiciously, you try not to sink too low and lose your trust and faith in the goodness of human beings but you're only human as well.
I believe in the idea that there is always some good in each and everyone of us...but these days I see my faith slowly fading away.
why complicate things?
June 21, 2004
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If I won't answer...that doesn't mean I'm not there for you.
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zombies!
June 22, 2004
Dawn Of The Dead...zombies, super fast zombies, zombies version 2.0, 28 Days Later type zombies...but I liked 28 Days Later the most. The British do know how to make horror movies. Don't get me wrong, Dawn Of The Dead was good, but it's too polished, too...Hollywood? 28 Days Later on the other hand was grittier, the eerie scenes hit you hard, especially the one where Jim wakes up from a coma and wanders around an empty London, no sounds, no background music...but you feel the desolation and the desperation. Shot with hand-held digital cameras, that put you right in the middle of the panic and chaos. It's just like watching embedded journalists reporting in Iraq.
If you want a good scare, try and get a hold of 28 Days Later...and for the last time...NO! It's not that Sandra Bullock movie!
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playback
June 23, 2004
I'm listening to 'My Michelle' by Guns N' Roses...I remembered the time when my Lola was still alive, it was Christmas Eve, and my cousins and I, and some friends were at our house watching a VHS copy of a concert by GNR. It was 1990 I think, we didn't have cable then, all the access we had to videos and concerts were bootlegged copies, passed around together with porn videos and magazines.
There we were, eating fruit salad and other goodies for Noche Bueña when Lola sat down on the couch, and watched it with us. She watched...most people her age would cringe and cover their ears in disgust, make the sign of the cross and swear Axl Rose was the Devil incarnate. But no, grandma sat there, and I could swear she just chilled and enjoyed the tunes. She asked a few questions about the band...she even knew Axl's name!
I don't know if Lola was just trying to hang out and jam with the kids, have some quality time because she missed us and was trying to make up for lost time when she was away...or if she just knew her Rock and Roll? Who knows?
One thing I know for sure though is that she rocks, and that I miss her...so much.
I'm desperately trying to stop myself from crying as I am typing this...I can feel my eyes beginning to water already...and I thought I was tough as nails.
June 13 was her birthday, together with my father's...wasn'nt able to visit her at the cemetery, but I know she understands.
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the pope of mope
June 24, 2004
Hand In Glove
Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
No, it's not like any other love
This one is different - because it's us
Hand in glove
We can go wherever we please
And everything depends upon
How near you stand to me
And if the people stare
Then the people stare
Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care
Kiss My Shades
Hand in glove
The Good People laugh
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we've something they'll never have
Hand in glove
The sun shines out of our behinds
Yes, we may be hidden by rags
But we've something they'll never have
And if the people stare
Then the people stare
Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care
Kiss My Shades ... oh ...
So, hand in glove I stake my claim
I'll fight to the last breath
If they dare touch a hair on your head
I'll fight to the last breath
For the Good Life is out there somewhere
So stay on my arm, you little charmer
But I know my luck too well
Yes, I know my luck too well
And I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
I'll probably never see you again
Oh ...
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Some say the best written love song in years...maybe? Stephen Patrick Morrissey can write I can tell you that. The first time I heard The Smiths, I fell in love with the band right there and then, all you bad-asses can listen to your Heavy Metal power ballads, but no other song can express longing than "How Soon Is Now?", or frustration than "Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want".
People would drop names like Shakespeare, Hemingway, Miller, Capote or King when asked what made them want to become a writer, or just write for the love of it...I'd have to say blame it on Morrissey.
rant of the day
June 25, 2004
I got a Gmail account...wooopteedooo!!! 
Ping Pong at 10 in the evening, night air...throat sore from the cold night air, I should have stayed indoors or slept early. Nothng good was on TV, there's always nothing good on TV these days, just as there is nothing good from the newspapers, or the radio. Heard a new single from Matt...not EMO anymore? What is EMO anyway?
It's just music, trying to classify music really puzzles me sometimes. Why bother? You got your Emo, Emo-core, Emo-punk, Hardcore, Rap-Metal, Nu-Metal, Heavy Metal, Death Metal, Thrash Metal, Metal polish, Stoner rock, Prog-Rock, Punk Rock, Pop-Punk, Goth-Punk, Goth-Metal, Goths, Visigoths, Huns, Vikings. Then there's that whole New Wave and Indie thingy...Dream Pop, Twee Pop, Chamber Pop, Downers, College Rock...is there High School and Elementary Rock too, huh motherfuckers? Shoegazing, Shoelaces, Shoeshining , Psychedelia, Noise Pop, Britpop, Pop Cola, Pop goes the weasel!
It's just music! I'm, sorry, I just feel like ranting today.
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By the way I just dowloaded Queens Of The Stone Age, they say it's in the Stoner Rock category...fuck the critics, they don't know the difference between Stoner Rock from a rock if it hit them in the head.
It's just music.
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AHA!
June 25, 2004
Personal Disclaimer: I only know this because a tenant living in my house in DC used to run an online *adult* toy store.
PG-13 explanation-- an arab strap is made of leather and often has one or two rings on it and is used to enhance the appearance or, er, tumescence of certain bodily parts.
My former tenant used to sell a lot of them, and kept boxes of the inventory in the basement of my house, which I discovered one day while fixing the water heater. Of course I peeked...
Hope this was vague enough to pass the censors!
So that's what an Arab Strap is...thank you Google!
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From: www.lotsofco.org
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crappity crap crap!
June 26, 2004
Saturday.
Nothing much doing on a Saturday...enough of downloads, I'll take it easy today.
Maybe I'll get myself wasted tonight, but that depends.
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blah!
June 26, 2004
You wonder, and you try, you bite your nails, you look for band aids, you bite the skin around you fingernails, they are gnarled, they look fucked up, they look so tasty, they are squirming for attention, you try...fighting the urge, but they are just too...tempting, so...You can't even explain. You think of ways, tape them up perhaps? No, it wouldn't be civilised, it's impolite. If you could reach your toenails, you'd bite those cute little suckers.
Feeling sinister, feeling cheated, maladjusted, weak, trippy, bored and malicious, seeing red, seeing double. Like a used car, hand me downs, a dog-eared book, yellowed pages and the smell of mothballs, acetone vapours and paint thinner, swirling in mid-air, the sweet and tangy taste of life's middle finger down your throat. The stench of morning breath, the vast and empty space in between your ears, the hollow part in your chest wwhere a heart should be, the frailness of your body, the heavy and trudging feet and the sticky gum on your soles...life's middle finger my friend.
It's cold outside.
Wandering...
Lost.
Instant messaging, instant gratification...fast food for the soul. A Quarter Pounder with cheese in 1's and 0's...electronic hugs.
I feel like throwing up.
Damn coffee aftertaste sticks like glue, speaking of glue...ever sniffed some?
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June 28, 2004
Dirt and grime and dust and dog hairs, food stains and freezer juice on the floor. Mud sticking like glue, glue resembling mud. These are a few of my favorite things...not really. Cleaned the house yesterday. Sunday is supposed to be rest day, yeah...right.
Played a little basketball after that...I sucked. Wished I had never gone drinking the night before. God damn gin sapped all the fluids from my body, I felt like a dried-up well. It's hard keeping in pace with the one you're guarding when you can't even get enough oxygen in your brain to tell your feet to move.
Goldmember was on HBO last night, The Banger Sisters was on Star Movies...chick flick...I don't know but there's something about looking at Goldie Hawn, and all could think about was synthetic plastic...I think she got more plastic in her than a Barbie doll. One look at her and a sign in bold, red letters saying 'Plastic Surgery' keeps flashing in my head...but in all fairness she looks good at her age.
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Monday and it's raining...that's all for now.
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TRL sucks!
June 29, 2004
Barbequed chicken for dinner, giddy school girls, mallers...milling around, a grotesque ballet of sorts, on a chilly Monday. You look at their empty faces, hung-over, deaf and dumb, stung by the blues, and they trudge like horses with heavy hooves to botiques, cafes, fast food joints, grease and calories. It's a ball, a masquerade ball...it's Halloween in June, the macabre and the inane all in one setting.
She pulled her blouse down, her belly button was showing, peeking like a voyeur into cracks, you can see her soul, you'd think she was wearing a mosquito net for heaven's sake...her soul and those cracks, why wear something so revealing then cover up when people look at you? And the elevators bobbing up and down, and the people going sideways, to and fro, escalators...reminds me of like The Jetsons, it's the space age! It's rainy season, typhoons and monsoons and low pressure areas.
The jeepney ride was hell. A boat with wheels. I felt like throwing up but I had to hold it down, it would be bad if my wife, brother in law and Kitty saw me puke...it would be very bad.
Had the misfortune of watching TRL on MTV, it was B-A-D...why do people scream when they see someone famous? Why do they act like crazed maniacs when someone points a camera at them and hands them a microphone...me, I'd probably run for cover...dumb-asses!
"HI! This is Tammy and I would like to give a shout out to my friends, my mom and to everyone!!!...WOOOHOOOOOOOHEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAYEEEHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Anyone who has seen TRL knows this...Yeah, I watched it, because Mondays and HBO don't go along too well...I slept at 10:30, what's wrong with me? And oh yeah...I HATE MONDAYS!!!
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shoegazing...literally
June 30, 2004
First you look so strong
Then you fade away
The sun will blind my eyes
I love you anyway
Thirsty for your smile
I watch you for a while
You are a vapour trail
In a deep blue sky
Tremble with a sigh
Glitter in your eye
You seem to come and go
I never seem to know
And all my time Is yours as much as mine
We never have enough
Time to show our love
Vapour Trail - Ride
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I don't have much to say today, so I just posted this song from the band Ride, this is one of my favorites and I think it says a lot about...things.
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