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Monday, July 31, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
waking who knows // the great open // doors of the tall // buildings and the grid / of the streets the seed // is a place the stone / is a place mind // will burn the world down alone / and transparent // will burn the world down tho the starlight is / part of ourselves. (George Oppen)
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
I hate it how rainy days make me all writery. Sorry Proust. I grabbed a pad and my World Cup pen and sat on the bed. The rain went lashing. I bought cream from the store downstairs. Stirring. Then everything turned into one scabby cliche. And I hate it. I listened to some Y-Control (loving "Shot Down," as in: she'ssofly!) and DMB (haha).
Maybe I should stop cracking my knuckles altogether and vegetate.
Somebody told me that I sound like Margaret Atwood. Read "You Begin" by her, then read my "Waterfalling." SHIT. Creepy. I swear I haven't read that one. Now I want to burn mine. Something highly ceremonial. Nooo :(
Maybe I should stop cracking my knuckles altogether and vegetate.
Somebody told me that I sound like Margaret Atwood. Read "You Begin" by her, then read my "Waterfalling." SHIT. Creepy. I swear I haven't read that one. Now I want to burn mine. Something highly ceremonial. Nooo :(
Monday, July 24, 2006
Today...
1.) Classes suspended.
2.) We won Ms. Photogenic sa Miss Universe.
3.) SONA ni Gloria.
4.) I have red (toe)nails.
5.) I am bored.
[edit]
Day of lethargy. Watching the Miss Universe replay. Someone looks like KatharineMcPheeShaniaTwainVanna.
1.) Classes suspended.
2.) We won Ms. Photogenic sa Miss Universe.
3.) SONA ni Gloria.
4.) I have red (toe)nails.
5.) I am bored.
[edit]
Day of lethargy. Watching the Miss Universe replay. Someone looks like KatharineMcPheeShaniaTwainVanna.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Being kulot (like ohmygad-dah) is liberating. I had the same feeling when I cut my hair short. Iba ang lipad. Like cheap vodka? Haha. Piff you.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Watching people spooning while taking in copious amounts of less-grease peanuts and RHB during a school night is exciting. I opened my Yahoo! Messenger tonight and saw that almost everyone in the block was online. Blame it on that SA research about the propensity of kiddos downloading porn. Blame it on that teacher who shares your mother's name for having an MLA book up her ass. My sister is patronizing Kate Turabian.
I can't wait to chop my hair off!
Can I put Juergen Klinsmann (Team Germany coach) in my blog? Because he is seks...
I can't wait to chop my hair off!
Can I put Juergen Klinsmann (Team Germany coach) in my blog? Because he is seks...
Monday, July 10, 2006
Watched the World Cup finals at the Podium last night. That stupid showband totally fucked up a Muse song. Weep. I was rooting for Italy. I was screaming like one of those golden dragon eggs in Harry Potter 4. The place was packed with Frenchies. Italian fans, however, stuck out like sore thumbs, with their painted faces and their azzuro shirts.
When Zidane scored that penalty, I wasn't that devestated. Oh come on. Like they'd let a free kick decide the Oh-six World Champions. Vai vai vai, Italy. Then, there was that lovely corner by Pirlo, and Materazzi (mwah), headed that in. Equalize!
Ooo... the best part: Zidane headblows Materazzi on the chest after the latter pulls him (rather) lightly by the jersey. It was like watching DX reunite (which they did! But that's another story). I'll post a photo or a video clip as soon as it's available.
They went to penalties. 5-3, to Italy. Trezeguet must be rocking back and forth, that purdy French man. Buffon is a demi-god. Cannavaro and Pirlo is love. Thanks for winning this, guys.
Viva L'italia!
When Zidane scored that penalty, I wasn't that devestated. Oh come on. Like they'd let a free kick decide the Oh-six World Champions. Vai vai vai, Italy. Then, there was that lovely corner by Pirlo, and Materazzi (mwah), headed that in. Equalize!
Ooo... the best part: Zidane headblows Materazzi on the chest after the latter pulls him (rather) lightly by the jersey. It was like watching DX reunite (which they did! But that's another story). I'll post a photo or a video clip as soon as it's available.
They went to penalties. 5-3, to Italy. Trezeguet must be rocking back and forth, that purdy French man. Buffon is a demi-god. Cannavaro and Pirlo is love. Thanks for winning this, guys.
Viva L'italia!
Monday, July 3, 2006
Awoo!
Sunday, July 2, 2006
I said I would revive this peanut kiss and I did. The photo used in this layout was done by Nathan (please visit his gallery, it will knock the living emo out of you). Thanks also to dlockheart for the basic skin. This layout was inspired by W. Owen's poem, Terminus (Google it, I'm a lazy arse).
Last night we went to 6 Underground in Makati to watch (gah, again!) The Ambassadors, Faspitch and Urbandub. It was a better gig because 'mbassachoys sang "Forever," Henry wore green, and we gyrated to "Sailing." After that eargasm, we went to Gweilos to watch the France-Brazil game. Happy retirement Zizou, take that Brazilian guy who bawled on CNN to the hospital because he might be coming down with something terminal.
This is the part where I talk about school. SA21TH121FA105. Done.
Manny Pacquiao wins again. Or was that too obvious?
Last night we went to 6 Underground in Makati to watch (gah, again!) The Ambassadors, Faspitch and Urbandub. It was a better gig because 'mbassachoys sang "Forever," Henry wore green, and we gyrated to "Sailing." After that eargasm, we went to Gweilos to watch the France-Brazil game. Happy retirement Zizou, take that Brazilian guy who bawled on CNN to the hospital because he might be coming down with something terminal.
This is the part where I talk about school. SA21TH121FA105. Done.
Manny Pacquiao wins again. Or was that too obvious?
