maid by beyonce

a couple of months ago, i read this one article about an interview with an upcoming local solo artist. in it, another article (or maybe it was a forum/blog discussion) was discussed regarding how "regular" people complain so much on how they have no time to accommodate their "creativity" as much as the already famous and established artists, name-dropping beyonce. it was argued how beyonce also has 24 hours within a day, which is the same exact amount of time all of us have, but it was mentioned that she can do all those things she does. and so, as it was said, if beyonce can do it, then we should stop complaining so much and just do it as well.
it kind of hit me when i finished reading the article and i got all riled up with that thought and had this vision on how when i get home, i'm just gonna start writing these amazing songs. it has a point, you know.
but then, when i got home, i felt hungry and thought maybe i should eat something first. then i looked at my fridge and i had no ready-to-eat meals. so i had to cook. but after i wash the cooking pot first. so i got going on washing it. and while doing so, my head was still filled with these song ideas that i've been humming all day. and how i just can't wait to lay down the tracks. of course that will be after i finish washing that thing, and cooking my meal and eating and how it will take me atleast 90 minutes to do all those stuff.
and that was when i had this counter-hit. i just thought to myself, (or i could've sworn i said it out loud).."DOES BEYONCE WASH THE COOKING POT? AND THE DISHES? DOES BEYONCE COOK HER OWN MEALS, EVERYDAY? DOES BEYONCE DO THE LAUNDRY? CLEAN THE APARTMENT (probably mansion on her part, which is a lot harder)? WASH HER CAR? SCRUB THE BATHROOM TILES? MAKE HER BED? TAKE OUT THE GARBAGE?" no, i don't think so. or at least not on a regular basis, which is EVERYDAY for most of us.
so that article turned out to be a piece of shit, and the forum discussion, too, all trying to defend princess privileges and shit like that. so, yea.

UCLA

"you see, that's the problem with heartbreaks. everyone wishes you to be happy but noone wants anything to do with it."

time is tamp'd

facebook. providing timestamp for all sorts of emotions since whenever the fuck that thing started.

the three-date theory is getting old

"i deactivated my fb. and reactivated the old one. the original account that fb blocked for about a year. got it back early this year but deactivated it right away. everything's irrelevant anyway. so yesterday, i logged into it again just so i could sanitize it. i'm deleting everything. every photo. posts. likes. comments. i'm seeing everything. everything about me and the ex. every stupid comment on a photo. and listening to my ambient playlist isn't helping. i feel a little bit like crying. i'm not actually though. but it still has this sting in my chest. 9 years. that was a long time. maybe i'm not over her yet. and maybe i, too, have been and am using you for some kind of distraction. i'm not over her, not in a way that i'm still madly in love with her, no. i think i'm not over in a way that i still feel vengeance in me. that i still think of the usual "it's your loss" kinda thing. well. i don't know really. so. yea. good morning to you, too."
Sent March 28, 10:40

"I was confused as to what you actually want from me. I'm taken, but I'm not an android. I still feel things and I'm not sure how you expect people to switch on and off what they feel at your convenience. I still wish you'll be happy, and I really do hope life will treat you well."
Received March 28, 10:52

"i suck hard at life. and i drag people down with me. please stay away for your own good. i'm deleting your number. sorry about the books. i guess you're never getting them back. good riddance old friend. good riddance. i mean well."
Sent March 28, 11:09

this is where i belong

pathetic. this is fuckin pathetic. like that blink182 song.

live the dream

"there are people who are just, you know, okay with it. of course they have dreams. they would dream for themselves and for their families. but then they'd think about all the consequences and all those things they have to give up to reach that dream. and then they'd just be like, 'i'm probably okay with this.' and then they stay that way all their lives. they live to dream and never actually live the dream."

"Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"

By Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

20050107 entry

20050107

tanginang panaginip to, parang gago. kasi dati, siguro mga 2nd year high school pa lang ako non, napanaginipan ko na to. kasi yun yung panahon na baliw na baliw ako kay leila barros at sa buong team ng brazil. dati, noon, napanaginipan ko sila na napanood ko sila sa isang gym ng live, ayun naglalaro sila don. tapos bigla silang umalis, lahat sila, pati yung kalaban nila. tapos lumipat sila sa ibang gym, sa loob ng isang malaking building, tapos sinundan ko kasama nung iba pang nanonood. tapos hindi kami pinapasok.
ngayon, kagabi, napanaginipan ko na naman. natatandaan ko ganon na ganon yun setting, kaso nawawala si leila barros, ang pumalit eh si aifa medina ng sexbomb. naging brazilian pa tuloy sya. ayun, kagaya nung dati, lumipat din sa building na yon, at hinabol ko din, at nung makita ko yung building at yung guwardiya, sabi ko, "ay! hindi tayo papapasukin, kagaya last year!" hindi nga kami pinapasok...

little tokyo

aaron <3 kitsune
5k finisher
"fundrun"

i choose you

"your letters look like a scene from an arson investigation."

holden caulfield

"it's funny. don't ever tell anybody anything. if you do, you start missing everybody."

mr. antolini

"...the man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. he just keeps falling and falling. the whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. so they gave up looking. they gave it up before they ever really even got started..."

wilhelm stekel

"the mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one."