(Reverse the time entry)
8bruises and counting… red bad marks on my chest… dream of becoming a road manager of P!ATD…
Friday, July 27, 2007
the lemon generation part II: "the things i do just to make myself more attractive to you."
“i want to forget the way i am a sad soul trapped in a happy body… life is a canyon and ive been on a cliff. i feel like im just falling in. from the plains of south africa at night. dear constellations please eat me alive- i am mad. the stars are so bright here they look million dollar movie set fake. digest me and turn me bright.you are a world away truly, i will wait for it to spin around to me.”
posted by xo at 1:22 PM
Thursday, June 28, 2007
everything real in love and life comes without batteries included
“The world is your oyster, what does that mean? That I'm just grinding sand waiting to be sucked down by box dye blondes and chased with hynotik. .... dumb-luck, but there's no such thing as smart luck. Think It got us kicked out of vegas. Happy as a clam but how happy can clams be? Dreaming of being steamed or robbed of their only worldly possession, pearls, sounds like a total soccer mom fantasy- only with upscale spas and mugger fantasies. I am a starfish waiting to regenerate a point. Till then, I am kind of pointless.”
posted by xo at 3:21 PM
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>>>I just finished reading pete’s, month of May, entries on his blog… the man is more than just emo… more than being love sick and fuck up with life… he is being fuck up for real and no one dares to understand that because being prejudice is common and not seen as a crime. Amen to pete. And fuck to all the happy people that think sadness is equal to emo. And so you think you’re happy huh!
I say: “he is more than just a man-kisser for he makes love with life just like he makes love with his fuck up thoughts.”
i'll be reading more of his labeled-emo-entries and see much of myself in it.
>>>I arrived around 12:30am (Saturday)… I barely spoke with people… A.M. (awkward moments) and now I wonder where this introversion of mine goin to take me. I felt sleepy… but not really, seem to be the right thing to say when you are out of words or felt like being alone in my dark cornered world. I am lost in the middle of the well-dressed and mythological looks… a low mortal amidst the sleepy lousy excuse. I want to go home, but where is home?
After the struggle not to sleep in my literate class I went straight at the radio room (new tomcat office) to get ready for the first shoot of “TIME-FIRST” UST’s very own segment on RushTV. I change clothes-research for boxing equips-time coder for the shoot-aspirations-two hour trip to RushTV’s Launching…
It is fulfilling but I wish I could still be the loner me.
>>>I want to go to the US… be a gig goer… be a roady of P!ATD… sleep with bden… 2yrs later, get back to Manila… be a gig goer… exchange lustful glances with YOU… take YOU with me at the 400th year anniv party of my school. Kiss YOU… and God only knows what’s next.
That ends my future plan. What a plan!
People say they do not want to go elsewhere. They wanted to stay. They will be missing a lot of people. I think other wise. I am not born to be attached to anybody, not now.
>>>Such an emo entry. But then again, what is emo??? Not a grand narrative for sure. And now you know there is something beyond it all. Beyond all the secret emotions trying not to get through you. Does it get through you? Hope not.
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