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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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)

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 ( Read more... )

How to be Good (Nick Hornby)

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(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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

oi. pakibalik isang daan ko.

So... hindi niya ako mahal. Ang galing.

yun lang naman.