tameme.81120

2010-04-20T04:35:00.001-07:00

fun.

i and you
love is balloon blue
gal in the ocean deep
is to be kept

beyond the sky
is an eye
which watches us all
who's next to fall?

easy life
okay and nice
cuts well a hand
they do not understand

boys in tutus
gals? off they go
handshakes anyone
with they all the while
i can only say "this is down."
what fun.

last night and tonight

2010-04-20T04:24:00.001-07:00

today is plain. i slept okay last night. then when i woke up i had to stay for a while in bed as i felt like counting sheep. in sleep land, i went to a place which in it i saw people walking about. i think it's cute as i think about it i kind of cancel thoughts about it. it had been weeks now sleep land was all about school. last night it's an action flick, i think. i got lost also in a few sleep land scenes and it was sad. not so long though. i would usually wake up when daylight hits the planet, like at 10a. would you like to know when i usually sleep? 10+p, folks. it is the while when people go up to space. it is with these whiles when science calls no sense about sleeping people. life is to stop, change to sleep land life, and death in daylight when i wake up. yah. sleep is cute.

anyway, i still exist beyond sleep land. no one knows. what when i still think in sleep land language. laziness to get up in daylight is sad as to a sky being not so light when gaulan todo.

*listening to enigma*

anyone can date i today. i and you can count constellations, no? i cook nice. then i and you will be.
and sleep wishes will be.

2010-04-19T03:42:00.000-07:00

usually, people do not pay attention to i with a good cause. today though it is as if i do not exist. i still be, anyway. no one's going to splash on i today.

i'd like to be able to sew well. i've got designs in thought. when i hate sketching i hate i. i don't exactly hate i in such a big way and i can be with life plainly. i began to sketch at age 4. i think it's cute. sketching takes i to a place i find i as GOD. i can kill. i can let die. those sketches feign galaxies only i could think of, belong to i, and is a seduction to senses. i'll post a few sketches in this blog soon. hope you'll find such things okay. those sketches do not cut, chew people without an explanation, and hate/like this place as i see it. sketching is an intelligent skill i'd like to disclose. yah. it's this being disdainful which goes ahead of i. it fills space. it's science, logical counting and good conscience.

it is enough today i exist. i think i happened to be a green-skinned thing this day. i didn't act well on people's requests about i to be down to earth. i could develop low life skills and flick a tongue about a fly to think of it as lunch. i'd like to be with hello kitty. i know i can't be on a bed of ribbons while this green-skinned thing's fashion sense is totally bad. okay, i just can't find the good clothes in the box. i can't date a pretty boy when this one's sense of style needs to evolve.

good luck about today, anyway.

a finite day as usual

2010-04-18T03:01:00.000-07:00

a day is finite. it is not a real thing for those who would like to be. one can never be in a day. God's little vow to you.

alright. i am not against religion. yet i seek opinions about God by scanning pages in a bookshop about that little book they tell you so. when i was young at 17, i thought God was an idea which the whole galaxy got into with since the planets had been aligned well. now i think God is an idea which is away about it all. i get to do wishlists which were and are shit. okay, nagdadasal rin on hidden whiles. like when i need to be injected with shots. and when i need to donate blood for analysis. i know these are painful occasions not on the wishlists. God, why do these happen? nakakainis. ouch. i still go to the chapel each sunday just in case i'll be dead the following week. it is just a little thing.

i saw a friend's own dad about two days ago. i asked he a few questions as to how his daughter who is a high school kaklase from sy 1994-98. i now know a lot of our batch people are still single. it's the school, i think. it's a kind of a wall to bounce on when deciding which choices to take into this life. this one is still single. mathematics say population in the philippines heighten each survey season they initiate. nice. i always believe in the capacity of others to make a life fortunate. don't count on this opinion, though. each one is bound either to cause goodness or to initiate bad ideas.

do you vote? i know no voting counts since i turned able to vote. it just is plain laziness. i hate it when they choose lousy people to lead this place which let i be of age 29 well and okay and kicking. i hate it when people lead people to hate the place. i wish ends to big and little offenses. i wish us all independence about all the shit which gets us to places i hate. okay, i don't vote. yet i still exist. i need to be seen a new light besides being politically inutil.

i would like to be able to sew good clothes. i sketch well and those designs a decade ago still exist in thought. i'd like to design things which can spell good taste. i'd like to be conscientious in designing and executing ideas. i would like to clothe people because i know they'd be glad about it.

okay. today is not so plain. i laughed a few while. funny life.

hello also

2010-04-17T02:50:00.000-07:00

hello. hello also. what would be best to do today?

when i got a few pesos while ago it took i less than 30 minutes to get to the city. i found i a few french fries and chicken snack. i think it is cute i get to go out as often as often can be. i date i as no one would be likely to take i out on a date today. soon i'll not be lonely. i don't know. it sucks a bit. not so bad though. it is usually when i find no one with i when i think life is so easy. i hate second lines when one is not so pretty. i hate ugliness and i think people ought to spend a few seconds not to be so ugly. i think prettiness is cool. beauty is any place usual of a place and is about any one who'd like to take it out. when one seeks beauty one is lucky.

i check the contents of soaps and other bath things. i buy things because i like the stink of these. i also like its the effects soon to be on i. being able to detect a thing's effects is okay. i ought to excuse things when there is a bit of chaos. this world gets i niceties costing i so little and it is okay to get a few for i. oh, i play a little when choosing things. i like white things. it is like blue lipstick, pink tongs, and black shades. all for the wellness of this world i be.

2010-04-15T23:53:00.001-07:00

okay. i didn't get to a place today except with this.

how is today? it is fine. i guess what i need today is new space. i found old sketches i kept on file and i think "cute, cute, cute. why not be paid about it?" no one ought to know about it unless they see this post. i posted a few sketching a while back. hope you enjoy it.

let's sing.

I always thought that life was sad
For someone who's not free
I felt the chains binding me
from the things I want to see

When you came you changed it all
I've never felt the same
I hate the thought of losing you
There's so much more to give

CHORUS:
I believe in love
I believe in you
I believe in everything
The two of us can do
I believe in miracles
I've seen them all come true
So won't you take a chance with me
Cause I believe in you

One night I looked upon the stars
And saw one shining bright
Guiding me through all the times
When nothing would seem right

Now I've come to realize
There's no else for me
Cause after all the pain I felt
You've come to set me free

REPEAT CHORUS 2X

I BELIEVE IN YOU, by Jed Madela.

yah. i believe in sunny days, splashy whiles, and happy poets.

hello world

2010-04-14T05:09:00.000-07:00

get in. be in.

a thing is seen as cute when it is distant. it is little and has a soft quality to it. when it is just with you close it is a thing to get. a thing not in sight exists in a place unseen and is a delight to one's thinking. a thing which does not exist is a thing to be in existence soon. the subject: sticking to one's esposa. still single, i believe in love as convenience. it ought to exist as a bond which takes away nuisances about one. and lust is cute.

i thought this day is plain. i had no good cause about it. it just is plain. even the skies told i it is plain. like a cold dish still uneaten this day has caused i a tendency to be as plain as it can be. it is plain to see, today is plain.

okay. today i was just nasty. i think it is well with you. ooops. would you like i to apologize about it? cute is a bow of hues on one's head after splashy day. is it anything why it such a cute being about it? one's opinion does not end up in bad talk about it. say anything?

anyone who would like to date i soon is to expect a few quizzes. do you know which is foolish? not foolish? do you know which is a one-night stand? which hue do you like best: bloody, yellow, blank, blue? which gets you on a high: a hug, a kiss, a can of soda? is life okay? bad? nice? well, well, well. do you think i expect i dating you? which is the quantity i paid you to date i: 1100 pesos, 10 cents, a thousand? which is quantity you paid i to let i date you soon: 3 cents, 2 pesos, a peso? would you like to chat naughty? okay.

always with you.

faithfully:

fetha.

2010-04-12T21:05:00.000-07:00

hey.

do you know a thing about anything which gets to one's thinking without actually knowing about it? when it is possible, one is psychic. life's like it.

when one is pleasant to look at life is easily a life. when one is not one's type, one's dating boys is difficult.

which is possible? to eat? to sleep? or to be awake? yah. hungry na ako. plainly.

i cook nice. i studied cooking for a while. i stopped going to cooking class about a few weeks soon after the beginning of it. i did not finish. i wish, i wish, i wish. i cook nice, anyway. i know the basics. when it gets to be beyond the basics you can always help i out with it. cooking is a conspiracy between two people who knows it is possible to date in addition to cooking and eating good food. candles are naughty things. poison is a necessity when it is not loud to one's date people ought to be a few seconds enjoying the seduction of all contents of a night. or a day. it depends how much a killing is. just like cooking, eating and being on one night stands depends on how soon you see fact labels on a held noun used on it. laugh a bit. one's life is one's legacy to one's self. i love i. you love you. i date i. you date you. self-lust is cute.

i''d like to finish art studies. besides being a good cook, i'd like to sketch people and clothes on those people. it is fun also. all i need to set a day which is not so plain.: pencils and crayons and papel. any opinion, anyone?

i found a big cat in the house long ago. it is fat and i would like to feed it with good food. yet it does not pay any attention and it is always a chase. i'd like to touch its skin. a few lost cats and a dog are this one's kids. i: blue-happy, happy-blue, sad-happy, happy-sad. pet's own dad is fate. it's a good household which is pleasant and hospitable to guests. i can cook you a nice thing to chew. fool us. it is okay. lonely people get good dates. solitude is seduction and affinity to dating boys is cute.

higti sang laso ang buhok and go to a dance.

i don't exactly hate you so behave.

get in the house.

2010-04-12T03:57:00.000-07:00

while in love with the counting of the dead and the die-hards for a life, i thought about you. while you read the things in this online space, do you get to be less non-existent than soon and the last while you did see things in this blog? i hope you will be thought about also, next life and not. i wish you a good day and a few good scenes with on such a planet which can be a hellhole next.

you actually know when any of these lines is bad. when it is good you think the planet is of a nice shape once again. like the constellations away, it sucks because you just can't touch i easily. i exist not as on online toy although i can be naughty. i exist as it is a necessity about this life's dialect of counting its population. it just gets to be like it. i exist therefore i exist. let i be. one will get to see i typing not so few posts to this space. life's a hell, this planet is a hellhole, and when asleep i think one's dating of people caught in one's blog is definitely possible and excusable.

anyone can love well.

i believe in love.

faithfully:

fetha

2010-04-11T02:47:00.000-07:00

i am a die-hard for balloons. when i was little i passed by a few on a place they see balloons. there were red balloons also among those hued blue and yellow and white. when one is sad one's thinking about balloons to dispel bad thoughts is okay. it is cute to be with a balloon when you can't be with a few. i was only about an age of six when i passed a few balloons beside an ice cream stand. i did not have the cents to buy one. i think it's not okay although i get to drink cola yung panahon na yun.

rainy days and tuesdays always give i a high

2010-04-10T23:32:00.000-07:00

he sings for i
i dance for he
and then we both die
how can i from he not be away?
i will be his enemy

yeah.

is there a reason why it rains sometimes when you feel it's a good day without a splash? i heard from flowers in my garden cuter are the days when it is a splash outdoors and you are just indoors enough to write poetry. eh?

this is bad, this is good

2010-04-10T23:07:00.000-07:00

she: grab it.
he: hand it over.

well. i wonder what's the next scene to be. of course, this is all about a birthday party which went awry into a balloon-popping event eventually leading to a one night stand afterwards. it sucks when nobody hurts, not anyone, not somebody, when one is lonely and the only thing which is so eventful for one is drinking soda. yuchy, yuchy, yuchy. i am cuter still. in my dreams, i am a poor thing out to beg for money and due to over flowing feelings of gratitude will fuck. in real life, i am poorer. okay, not really. just poor. i don't exactly hate my place. this place put i in grown-ups's shoes and when i'd take a bath/shower/dip, in good slippers.
anyway, it is just a birthday party. like lust, it's so cute in daylight and when it's in the open gives one a high. it's metafiction. next scene:

she: which soda?
he: just ice cream.
she: tacos?
he: in garlic dip.
she: anything?
he: anything.

i can relate to she. she is so much more than anything he could think of. it's not fair it just ended with a lousy kiss on the cheek? okay. it's this pretty boy once more who took i out to places and puts in in bad and waits on i. nice life i get from all this living. i survived my about six pet cats.

sipsi. sipsi. sipsi.

3rd scene:

he: you think this universe will end someday? any opinion?
she: hand i a soda in can.
he: i believe in love at first sight.
she: lovey-dovey? how childish!
he: yes. i know you are from a planet with rings around it. are you going to kill they with your looks?

and the next scenes are just as bad. the most delightful scene of these all: one night stand among a bad of tacos, garlic dip, and old magazines.

so, when are you going to delight i?
last day was a good event to join in with. you forget. i don't. grin.

2010-04-06T22:21:00.000-07:00

caught in a emotional signal to be a sucker for lollipops, i went outdoors and tied a red balloon around the left wrist. i was was wondering if you would like to tell i directions where to find the most bluest lollipop ever, a lollipop so brilliant blue and not so yucky in taste. to the tongue is it to be light and savory, beyond what a lollipop should be. i know it's not possible yet i ask you to forgive i. i was hoping you's let i ask you out. it's not so strange to i to go around like a clown out to be in a circus when there is mud in his face. it's not funny. it is cruel.

2010-04-06T22:10:00.000-07:00

today this one is a gecko. i hate people and i hate those who fly. it's not so nice to see people walking pass by where i place i. it's like being ignored for you i really are today. did you know i think flies are good things to eat today? i think it's okay to be good to one, even to others who do not share one's own opinion. it is just so stupid of people at certain secret hours of the day to look and get which are not theirs. ra, ra, ra. we are here, we are lucky, we conquer. my response: shut up, stay out of our way, and take a look at the sky then weep. we never ever would like to be lucky. one ought to tell luck to stay out. luck is never a good thing. it's a bad thing for personal purposes and those who are lucky are mostly not in our category.

pikini and pitwell are picking up stones to throw to the sea.

2010-04-06T21:47:00.000-07:00

yo. nag-ulan sa lugar na saan nag-ulan last night and i think it's a good thing. during my sleep last night i thought i was in a school with people of not so nice ways. this is okay with i because i get to wake up. when one is with one's truer lust everything is so fine. it's cute, no? life's like this.

so, somebody stole a face. and everybody think it's justice. its not justice when they are just considerate. people ought to know who is who. i was hoping they'd be beyond justice. don't listen to a collective voice.

i, a poet.

to elen:

you--a distance away
yet i think you as inches soon with i
you walk the beach
and what excused you from the land
are a few footpaws
do you lose your thinking
when the sea is nigh in you?
with us for a while
we wept when you left
just a bit though
you are going to a nice place
do you think we are still with you?
like the ocean?
when the sands passed you as with your souvenir
of a passing by
we will gulp/swallow/sip sodas
and eat salad
love and you will be
goodbye, elen.

to elen, like my pillows during sleeping seconds ,who only exists in thought.

lachi. pehil. sokil. hopilley. kio. pisto. cakiel. falep. pha. ha?

and

2010-04-05T02:32:00.000-07:00

no. it is does not begin with an e.

yes, space. this little kid is with a doll and out to get you on the table so it can eat. chewing won't be so easy and i hope people won't be so drunk when it is so easy to be.

do you know when is that exact second you go to sleep? i think it's cute i don't know anything about it. i sleep after 9p. and it is well.

get i a candy.
candy, anyone?

you do not know how it is until you begin doing a thing which opposes it. life's like it. life is still a candy.

2010-04-05T02:12:00.000-07:00

I can't find you lately and i hope it still is a big sky up in this place. love is so not bad today and lately i was hoping you'd take i out on a date. even just for eating doughnuts and drinking soda. i sued the clown in my head for putting i and you and the whole place to puttyland. yes, it's torture. then it's a sin not to delude people when it is hell. it eases it and scientific lust is a thing of emotional dependency and numbers (it depends whether it's higher mathematics or lower operations). you and i know it's quantity and quality when it is with dating boys. when it is about the sky, it's a tale not about anything else except i and you. anything?

do you date boys when they are dating boys also? well, well, well.

2010-04-03T02:39:00.000-07:00

i always believe in love and its capacity to seize beautiful things and get they to puttyland. love is never chancing. it is touch. and a bit of chancing.

i bought a pad today and a ballpoint pen and a pencil. i'd like to sketch then be a poet. i think it goes to one's talent when one has nothing to do. like apples. chew on it and it's a whole thing at once. one tastes it and one knows it like it's not less than once in a life. cute. cute. cute. i'll survive.

so, dating anyone lately?

it is not i can't take a date lately. fact is, it is simply not so okay with my schedule. i think i should think things for a while and eat a few tacos with white sauce. life is just cute with hello kitty and sketched and hued spittlebugs. it's about getting lost in a while so i can see pathwalks to walk walk on and enjoy. it is sanity on a low level as it is on one's space.

would you like to take i out today? ta. lagaw ta. dali lang guid ha kay nagabaligya pa ako utan.

2010-04-01T20:01:00.000-07:00

i was okay and anybody is also okay with the places one is in. i think it is okay to think selling vegetables is a nice occupation although thinking how to be able to get to pluto is such an easy task. life lived in pluto is not much as it is in this place and i think i once know how it is in neptune. God, a few celestial beings and aliens just took it out of one's daily opinions. well, i play a nice fun event which is dating boys. i think it's okay for little people to think as to when how a life is getting to be and fun when one is in one's twenties. science is basically about hues, heat and feelings. it's about fun in a place when one thinks it's not that fun. like a lab found in the lowest level of the sea.

anyway, i still think this one is selling vegetables just to get that nice date to a good place when the night is in with its ways of seduction and its little nice ways of stickiness. one night stands? cool. i think it's still is a way to let out all the twisted plots of one's day. one is to be obedient to one's ways of getting food to a table. isn't it necessity to life's little ways of putting dead people well to decent coffins? gee, life is such a bad thing to live with.

2010-03-29T01:41:00.001-07:00

i? in love.

when

2010-03-22T04:56:00.000-07:00

when one is in love it's like being in an aquarium. you think people know your thoughts and are making chismis about you. it doesn't help when you are on a lunch break. it's so hard to order food about being dropped on the floor. it's like, oh no i hope today is not such a mess because i am just another one in love. listening to music makes those bitten by the love bug paranoid and soon you think everybody else knows your lovelife. no, it's not that easy. i usually end up in a psychiatry room.
some aquarium.

marlboro times

2010-03-19T19:56:00.000-07:00

combat time. come in combat form. party time. come in your best form. mealtime. come hungry.

okay. so, i messed up last night with a cigarette. i bought three cigarette sticks from a sari-sari store. marlboro and all. i didn't light it up right away. i waited to get home to go to our dapog so i might light up a stick. fun it was. no, i am not typical when it comes to my smoking a cigarette. instead of inhaling i just let it go around in my mouth down my throat and not down my lungs. i do not exhale and inhale. i just swallow enough although it does not get in my lungs. it's pretty this way. when it's like this one can taste it well. last night i also drank a bottle of coke and two servings of orange juice. all these and then some smoking to cap the night. sounds okay, right? it was really okay. promise.

i am experiencing mental block. i welcome it. it just is about time to go outdoors and see how blue the skies are, how is the sunshine, and how are the flowers in the garden after a morning. of course, after such sights i would like to be able to come up with some good poetry.

when i was in my early 20s i wrote fiction. these days, i think my writing fiction is a thing of the past. haha. i used to be really such a good liar. then i thought to myself, hey, maybe i can't get to heaven with all my lying. i decided to be be writing less fiction and be more of a writer who drew from personal accounts. there are still some things i'd rather keep secret yet i am now more open to my writing about my life.

here are the books which has some influence in my life: dr. seuss, sweet valley twins, hope for the flowers, nancy drew, erle stanley gardner, sidney sheldon, nancy drew, some paperback romances, jessica zafra, some reader's digest condensed volumes, school textbooks from first grade to last year in college, merriam-webster's dictionaries volumes 1 and 2, grollier's encyclopedia, funk and wagnall's encyclopedia, a few mangas, a collection of greek plays by sophocles. i lost some of my books to some events. some are borrowed, never returned, lost in the flood. i still own my high school physics textbook. i wrote notes on some and draw characters i made up on some. i am well-versed in the holy bible and i think this is a gift. i was never religious yet i think i think the scriptures are a good read just like any other novel. yah, i aspired to be some angel/heaven citizen/celestial authority. of course, i was humbled when i turned manic-depressive in my late teens. life is still funny.

today, after breakfast i watched tv. i forgot to watch some music videos in studio 23. later, i will watch wowowee. i think wowowee is some phenomenon. people go there to be richer by at least 5 thousand pesos and i think this is good. i'd be there for reasons like something to say to my date when i can't connect with he/she/it and the planets are colliding with their satellites. it's exposure and experience. i couldn't resist the possibility of feeling more powerful than anybody else outside the studio. it's like "hey, i am on tv and i've got the power." then somebody with a wand turns you into a frog. well.

2010-03-19T07:02:00.001-07:00

i am in love with i. it an easy thing to do and it's so selfish it's almost a sinly thing to exist. love. live. love. live. love. live.

it's a crime without punishment. it's a sin with sure salvation. it's a mistake with redemption. it's a concept, an idea, a thought, a belief with the existence of my very self as reason.

kite flying is easy science

2010-03-18T05:26:00.000-07:00

small things amount to big things and bigger things. i think it's true kite flying is for kids. and the schizophrenic. it's a special thing not meant for hard-headed grown-ups. it's those whose beliefs are beyond the borders of reality.

i was not really in love last year. or today. maybe just some few months ago. anyway, my lovelife's issues are not really big things in somebody's else's life yet i hope they will think i also need to be loved. like some human and not a robot because robots need batteries. okay, my daily batteries are epival and psynor. taking medications are not really usual nuisances in my life. these are rituals. you may laugh, chew gum, and hug a stuffed toy. i am on prescription drugs since 2000. look, predictions of the world's end just went through i and made i think i'd be dead the next day so i bogged down. kidding. it's a long story why i am manic depressive at 19. it has something to do with my choices and people affected with my choices during such times.

anyway.

i saw kids flying kites this afternoon in our block and i though these thing is a thing in the past with i. my first kite was made of paper and a few walis tingting sticks. it has a meter-long tail for weight and it flew for a few minutes in the air before it went to ground. i flew my kites at a field outside our neighborhood. this field is now a subdivision and new houses are being built in this place. aw. i remember the sky being particularly blue like something before an earthquake. it was wondrous and with this memory my childhood was not really such a difficult period of time. skies were bluer. skies were just bluer then. i remember it this way.

do you know anybody on prescription drugs? i think life is not easier when without my prescribed drugs. issues are my mood, temper and impulses. i know people go to amusement places for rollercoaster rides yet when one is manic depressive one's life is full of roller coaster rides which are emotional, physical and mental.

alright. it's a cuter world everyday.

2010-03-16T04:57:00.000-07:00

hello. hello?

well. look at this picture below. it looks like some sunday, right?

so, when are you letting i ask you out?

i believe in love and its capacity to create good things and destroy which is bad.
i believe in the survival of lust which depends on experience and opinion.
i do not believe in religion unless i agree with it sometimes about the existence of a greater force which handles the universe.
i believe in my choices and the friends which go with these.
i believe in my family and the dishes prepared in our kitchen.
i believe those whose opinion are more valuable than religion.
i believe in laughter and the healing which comes with it.
i believe in poetry, prose and disposed toilet paper. life's like all these.
i believe in believing things one creates worlds and dreams about it in reality.
i truly believe in hatred and the critical thinking which follows it. you've got to be so cunning to really, really hate.
i believe in my high school notes now gone to obscurity and my remembering of these.
life is awesome when there are some things which make one believe.

2010-03-16T04:35:00.000-07:00

some of my recent sketchings are gown designs. see.

2010-03-15T03:26:00.000-07:00

my sister promised to take us out tonight. it's going to be some good night after all despite the fact this is one of the times which reminds i need to do some serious calculation about my life so i can call it a productive existence. of course, i still think it's some insult. i get to eat good yet somehow i think it's some sort of a guilt trip. i really can't make it in school these days though my own mom says my family may support my infirmations this coming schoolyear. good, good, good. life's good. still.

i'd like to take up fine arts. i'd like to know more about making people figures and how to set they in different poses every time. yes, life's still okay.

there's something funny about brick houses and the local viand called tambo. brick houses and early mornings and spider webs are classics. tambo is actually made of bamboo shoots. well. well. well. i will always love you.

did you know what you actually do during secret hours of the day? one takes it out of your system and you are actually somewhere manning a spaceship to return to earth after some trip to one of saturn's rings. how do i know which are earthlings and which are saturnians? small talk manners tell. they way you order coffee and the way you sip it in your system gives one away. funny things like these ought to be discovered by small ones. when small ones become grown ups it is only a natural thing to be able to tell which planet did you originated. i suspect the glass of water i drank this morning sent signals to jupiter for a recording of my daily rituals like my brushing of my teeth. good. life's good. whoever is there in jupiter i am not sure. i am an earthling and there are stars in my nighttime sky.

what i love being an earthling is the moon's solitude as our planet's satellite. it's such a lonely thing in the sky inspite being with stars also in our plane of vision. it's not enough that poetry is sometimes about the moon or studies saying lunatics write poems about love and hatred and things in between like the falling of the rain on flowers. luna, luna, luna. what makes you lonely tonight?

2010-03-13T02:24:00.000-08:00

today, i used crayons to color my drawings. i love drawing figures of people and sketching on them things to wear and accessories. it's like given a whole new blank space to work on and it is such a cheap thing. it's not for everyone, though. one ought to develop some patience and an understanding of the human capability to make and destroy those that are around one. i always believe in stupidity to take i off the worse paths in my workplace. fatalism is key to success. when you don't agree, then i am only just kidding. when you think it's something which confirms your values then i am pleased to know you live nearer than a usual saturnian. i'll post my works later soon. hope you'll forgive.

i started drawing at three and with such a memory of my first drawing i began to draw later good things. mostly about my life and a life lived somewhere else besides in ordinary places. i think love is also like this. you never really know when it goes up to you to take you where you can't be anywhere else. some think it's a surprising thing and i think it's about just luck. who knows? i am still single and i am a responsible parent to imaginary pets and fairy tale kids.

my bestfriend said many many times this word whenever she chanced upon i and my drawings: "perfect." my early drawings were mostly big-eyed girls and there were stories about they. mostly badly thought-out romances that never made it after a day. of course, it's always a new space, paper and broken crayons. my bestfriend was a bad sketcher yet she encouraged i to be something i was aspiring to be.

lately, my mom had hinted that i ought to sketch for a family friend who is into making gowns. i am excited yet i wish there are other things out there which can make i busier. like, hanging out. or going to an exhibit with some date. or kissing one under the rain. whatever. life lived is always okay than being dead.

2010-03-11T22:34:00.000-08:00

what would you like to be in your next life? a. a rainbow b. a notebook c. a painting d. a glass of water

a. a rainbow

you are truly a gal/guy of good taste. you know rainbows don't last that long and are important to watch for when you are not having such a good day. life is cuter when it's immortalized in a camera. what are you waiting for? eat those sandwiches.

b. a notebook

you are thoughtful and sure and assured of what a certain guy/gal is up to. handwritings are special souveneirs of love and hatred and the difference between these do not really matter. it's the fucking. so, what are you still up to besides going up to that pretty toy?

c. a painting

you know you are prettier and that's how you and everybody would like it to be. it is luck, genes, and more luck. go get that flower and go to that prettier date.

d. a glass of water

life is worth a taste. we know you are a stone in your past life and now that you are a living thing which turns into a seasonal sex maniac every once in a while we'll turn you into a pretty glass of water. you regal humanity and people things. live, love, mutate. and we'll laugh at you some more.

2010-03-10T00:13:00.000-08:00

life. dreams. shampoo. rinse. or did you forget to lather? once is enough and later na lang mang-shampoo, ah. pag-feel mong gawing cuter yung hair mo, mag-gel ka sa buhok mo. at para okay yung today mo, mag-damit ng mabuti. it something people take it off for good, yummy reasons. like?

you may always lather for better reasons which one owns.

i always believe in truer, second love.

did you know i always try out to watch like the rest of the whole world? yet some things just escape thought. life is indeed really, really, really, very, very, very cruel. aha?

and you, fetha, never ever lust to fuck jigolos or you will regret. snatched?

why do people think small talk is nice...

2010-03-09T23:54:00.000-08:00

when it isn't. life is actually some sort of a coughing radio which needs to be played once in a while. i always thought people paralyse people's mind for the wrong reasons. then they regret. they know they are not even ought to be saved. rescuing can't do its part and life goes on. people move on. and the fucking continues.

2010-03-09T23:44:00.000-08:00

life is a bitch/witch/sandwich. you think it's shapely, open to commuters,and sexy in a black gown. you think it holds a voodoo doll and is sticking pins on it so you will get pimples. it also an edible thing with cheese bought from a grocery store. so, what gives? lots of robbers, beggars, and lost kids. these and life are not to be on the same boat. there was a lack of life-saving equipment and everybody got a good swim. perfect reasons to live by. small reasons.

i was hoping if you could date i.

all is all and everything is everything

2010-03-08T00:53:00.000-08:00

i am wearing a white shirt and candy-striped shortpants. i would like to take my bra off and chat so bad. then something said, "outdoors." so, there was sunshine and chatting so bad is a far thing. as of now, i'd like to dip into a bowl of cream and be eaten by one who would like to chew on a potato chip. no one would like to volunteer for such an unusual event yet when i could split into many people i definitely be able to volunteer, take a camera and record all into a whole show. okay. it's not so indecent as the first sentence, eating and stuff, yet i believe that such a sexy gesture as eating potato chips with flair while watching the mildest shows on tv can arouse pleasure for a third party. potato chips, chatting so bad, and outdoors are things impossible to happen all at once. moderation is key to life and its not so easy details and love at first sight with potato chips means always love at first sight with potato chips. i kill.

yeah?

2010-03-07T22:39:00.000-08:00

greatness is for cats. like cat food. okay, spam are for people. and those beings in between are to chew on flowers. i am not kidding. i see greatness go to pet cats and people eating spam and rain falling on flowers. rainbows still hang in a sky somewhere else when i do not see it anywhere near. it's how a satellite goes around its planet. it's purer love which is natural and lustful. you don't go talk to one because you feel like it; the planets must be carefully aligned.

i always believe in the power of insanity to cure those who are hurt. like, laugh a bit. i am some outpatient in some hospital's psychiatry department yet i think my survival is based on the fact i enjoy my everyday living without much slashing of a wrist. i am bit also of an artist and a poet and i believe there's no connection between genius and insanity except laughter and to laugh at it sometimes. are you some genius? write a poem and make i believe. it's not unfair some people are.

yesterday, i threw things. it was in anger. some just don't see God ought to make people happier when he would not like they to see some on hell. are you sure they hand scholarships to hell to aspirants? i am most likely willing victim.

always believe in love and only mutate sometimes. so what do you do during God-given secret hours? pray? love? fuck? okay, i go to sleep and dream. asleep people are not really bored. they just don't pay attention to earthly things.

love today.

oh, well.

2010-03-07T03:58:00.000-08:00

do you cross-dress? people do it for various reasons and such things just escape i. however, i'd like to experiment with my hair. it's like breakfast. when you starve and it's time to eat and when people say so, you eat breakfast. some words are not enough to contain such moments of normal habits in earthly places. well.

do you wonder why people disappear in corners? they eat donuts. they drink chocolate. then they get on with life. are you now okay?

did you know people go to jupiter for romantic reasons? did. i took it out of your mental system and left you for dead somewhere. are you now aware?

good day.

2010-02-28T01:43:00.000-08:00

hope you are sorry. and listless. did you really break a glass last night? is it some form of protest, some violent move, some opposite polarity of opinion if that severe of an thought, to my next move? life's a bitch yet i am not with her. i am with you and dead i'll soon become. life must go on. i and you are to be with i and you until the end and the start of new beginnings. this dating you and letting you date i is becoming apparent to the universe and it is no secret that i like you moments after you met this hungry gal. i'd like to beg for money then. that's how poor i am yet there's something about i in my feeling that time which made i think of wearing a pink tutu on on i and you's first date. the constellations of a trillion suns in the nighttime skies are saying it's like that when it comes to truer love. how soon are you going to leave i?

a kiss

2010-02-27T03:40:00.001-08:00

a kiss is not a kiss until it is wet and syrupy. here's a smooch for all of you. life's a bitch and so am i. until it rains. okay?

i was wondering about you also

2010-02-24T23:05:00.000-08:00

fetha zinnia senodo y gloria
born: 20 january 1981 tuesday
residence: 386 block 10 sinikway
lapuz iloilo city
5000 philippines

okay. i am not sure whether i was born on a tuesday or not. it's something of a headache to figure it out. when life's not this so so-so, i started out as a baby. i remember wearing baby clothes that are orange, red, and and white. i remember people taking pictures about i. i remember baby food in the least because eating times are not exactly fun times. however, my life as a small kid are all fondly to be remembered in photos, still-life souveniers of moments gone by. sunshine was a great deal and everywhere everything had told i the world was for i especially when it's a rainy day. i don't wonder why. my first three years of age was spent in a gray, somber spanish house in a street near our town plaza.
at 4, we moved out of the spanish house and went to a blue house in a strange happy mushroomy barangay. i remember eating a small multi-colored plastic fish. life was full of such cuteness. what was more strange than the barangay we were in was the memory of being with my lola during the time she was actually not there. i thought it's my fear of not being with people at the time i need to be with them most which makes i less of a brave gal to be with.
then after some time, we moved to sinikway where we now are residing. going there was a trip to enjoy. life ain't so sad, after all as it is a busy place to be in.
at 6, i went to kindergarten. life was so sober soon. i went to the library and did some self-study at about just any intermediary book i might grab from the shelves.pictures helped in my learning languages like filipino, english and a bit of local spanish canned expressions.
at 13, i underwent some medical tests which had to be done. i had y finger poked with a blade. i winced and more. i knew i had to enter secondary school with these small hitches which told school faculty i am not a criminal at 13. i placed 7th with a thousand applicants for admission. i think i am smarter now yet at 13 i was already not a cretin.
17 was my age when i passed the ateneo admssions. life. ah, life. oh, life. they gave i a scholarship. a full scholarship. i never knew how to budget and i soon became miserable with the money spent for food and clothes and other school things. i did not survive soon after a schoolyear. my money skill were that bad. i chose to be kicked out. it is delicadeza.
i went to return to iloilo city year 1999. i attended central philippine university. major in ab psychology. then my transcripts from ateneo did not arrive on time. i opted to drop out.
it was in year 2000 that medical people say i am bipolar as a bipolar could be. up to now i have to take in medications of several colors not to be uncute. or not to make life uncute. i think it's my fault. i am not sure. i am no longer a small-sized eating machine. i am to be questioned for every action that arises about my decisions.
up to now, i still am bipolar. current medical opinion says i am still bipolar. okay. to hell with it; let's just enjoy the sunshine.

2010-02-24T22:51:00.000-08:00

i think people who know at least one nonsense in their life should shut up. like helium balloons they go up in the air. such is not exactly nonsense yet it does make sense when compared with nonsense. love and lust are like that. i choose lust. and, okay, love. without these two the world is nothing except black space and empty planets. people and their emotions and wishes fill the whole world with things to enjoy. in these times, it is still okay to be full of happiness. happiness is a keyword to success. happiness means more. happiness is always a forgivable sin.

+++

wow.

2010-02-22T20:18:00.000-08:00

i love being in a new place although i always think that leaving a place is what makes it more unforgettable. when one is a stranger there is always room for much seduction of the senses, chocolate is never cheap, and a rainy day is always fun. i may look for places and i get to be so misplaced also. however, i can't just let my lifetime take its toll on my living of it. yet i can't just be so lazy. i think it's okay to be so clumsy as long as one think it's fun. strange things happen and these are prettier events.

what do wear with red panties? lime green tops, of course, and strappy heeled sandals.
here's what to wear today in my list:

2010-02-20T23:32:00.000-08:00

do you know the way to the street where they sell good chocolates and wonderful iced coffee? now that you are wondering about it also, would you like to let i date you? nice, right?

you are awesome in this universe

2010-02-20T04:29:00.000-08:00

i had a friend request which i approved in my inbox in facebook from george pappas, a musician. cool. yah. musicians do not really dream of listening to my lip-synching their songs or my becoming a dj dishing out their music however i assure i am not an irritant not to really get such requests at least once in this lifetime. life ain't that bad. really.

i'd like to put words and music into masterpieces someday and i hope you're around to check it out also. yes, gods please. even just in dreamland. toys and people like hello kitty and my neighbors won't mind making sabay. no matter how i complain to religious authority that god-given talent is unfair per person i still will come out as a bad trip when to try my luck out as a musician. constellations in the skies forbid. out there i hear a voice saying "no, you won't make it or i will worship your gods."

2010-02-17T03:40:00.000-08:00

i was

2010-02-14T01:01:00.000-08:00

i was never the lucky one. until today. i think it's my shirt. life's a bitch and wardrobe choices can make and break people's self-esteem. love's never luck although being lucky still bring more prettier things in life. i think i am in love. so lucky to be in love. aha, la la la la.

how much

2010-02-13T23:25:00.000-08:00

did you know that in my place people get to start their learning the art of english language and communications at the age of three? three years old age when a filipino learns to know that it is required to study english. reasoning and critical thinking quizzes are given out during primary school. sometimes these events are started at daycare centers where own moms and own dads leave their own kids on the way to their own work. at the age of seven teachers know that years ahead are years of learning more english language and its literature. like, i had to read foreign books of intermediate value from grade 1 to 6. such of these were imported from the states. i had a fun hour in our school's library. sheesh.

don't you wonder about language punctuations? not only punctuations are cute to see. also, punctuations get messages clearer than and prettier. life's like that. small things matter more than being seen as nuisances. details seek truth. facts can never be big things without small things that prove true. i always believe in the power of love. there's more sex in love than in sex. it is never dirty or disgusting. it just is love and that's a wonderful small fact that creates bigger things. that's some fact. punctuations and love and sex. ah.

may i cook your breakfast?

2010-02-12T21:55:00.000-08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3AMKMKuj5s

2010-02-12T20:12:00.001-08:00

oh. i didn't sleep well last night. it was fun to be an insomniac once in a while. it's good to be awake while there are constellations in the dark sky. sunshine was okay. it still is.

i am left in our house all alone. my own mom and my sister are to go to our relatives in the province so they will be able to check on my brother, our youngest sibling. life was not that good since he experienced some breakdown last year and had to quit his job. good thing my sister next in birth order to i was already a graduate and is able to support our family. otherwise, i'd be somewhere else. yeah, i remember shoplifting a few times. those were bad times. alright, when i got away with it things were like good. i don't recommend shoplifting to good people though. i think it's just because i become desperate and is clinically a kleptomaniac. scrolling on earlier entries will inform you on some level that i had some history spent in the psychiatric ward and is patient 8153. okay, life is not that good. with some uppers, it's not really that bad na rin. i take some medications on a regular schedule: epival, akinitione, lithium. before bedtime. great, right? i think insanity runs in our family. no one among us is that kind of a genius like mozart or einstein. i am not really that weird, strange, or unusual. it's just that we don't really have much salvation.

watching tv tells i that it is the week our city's chinatown celebrate the year of the metal tiger. i don't understand the chinese language though eating chinese food is a wholesome activity i would like to enjoy. oh, yeah. and a day from now it will be the love day 2010. i hate to be a common nuisance so i'd be staying at home and watching some more tv. and the love day will be another day that will go down in history as "lived well."

what makes you more than imaginary today?
a. caffeine
b. imaginary parents
c. the fact that there's a wake somewhere

why do i weep?
is it a love found?
or a loss experienced?
nothing is as profound as a mind that is pushed
to its fate in the sky where the calling
is not to the weak and is about mental seductions.

kung hei fat choi!

dance, dance. chinese new year 2010. iloilo city.
dance, dance. chinese new year 2010. iloilo city.

dance, dance. chinese new year 2010. iloilo city.

yah.

2010-02-04T03:53:00.001-08:00

life is how much you sound later.

2010-01-30T23:15:00.000-08:00

i am most likely to be alive during tuesdays. on the other days of the week you may find i listening to music, sketching, being online with no real surfing purposes, and imagining cooking without the benefit of recipe books. life is a fierce thing. i admire people who walk their way in this world. life is also short. life is what one makes of it. others's opinion may matter yet the most important of it all is that one is to live through and through. weaklings belong to other lives. wimps are not my type. yes, good people are always welcome.

on tuesdays, i am more than imaginary. you would like to know how it is.

2010-01-29T01:30:00.000-08:00

aha. tameme.81120 aka fetha zinnia senodo y gloria..

2010-01-27T02:05:00.000-08:00

you never know how to love until you begin to hate. so. @_@

i was some drifter out to get lunch. then i saw the sky up above. red. pink. yellow. somebody other than i had eaten my lunch. just my luck. i am not that hungry and i would like to be charitable to those who are starving. i think this is how the world makes the people go about. when you take something for granted it is given to less fortunate people. everybody happy. yah. so, what makes some angry at times? there is no loss in this world. some scientific law says it is turned into some things which the whole world benefits from. again and again. anyway, the feeling of loss makes some things more valuable than some. it's that difference, actually. hail devil.

aha. tameme.81120 aka fetha zinnia senodo y gloria

yes?

2010-01-21T17:31:00.001-08:00

i was wondering what to do so early in the morning when i remembered something about being online. that is it. plurk something. so here i am.

i am looking for some decent work to do around the near my place. i live in one of the city's barangays. it's not really that comfortable, being in my residence. i like the idea of people that go around my area with their belongings, listening to others, at tune with the world. it's like this: there's was once a ball named too who watches other small balls bouncing on the floor and one day found itself bouncing so high in outer space. okay, i made that all up. i'll visit my doctor one of these days. i turned 29 last january 20th. now, you know.

live.

2010-01-21T03:03:00.000-08:00

i am wearing:
a. light tan tights that fit like stockings
b. shorts, red and blue and yellow
c. open-toed 3-inch heeled sandals
d. tank top, white

my hair is tied to a bun and i am enjoying everything. people stare at this fad i would like to perpetuate and i hope i can make some impression. love's like that. come tease i.

2010-01-21T02:40:00.000-08:00

*listening to the london suede*

2010-01-20T02:36:00.000-08:00

i sent all my imaginary stuffed toys to saturn's rings. it will be sooner than tomorrow to get their report on how being there really really is. hope you like what you are up to. life's like a circus: paid in miserable amounts and entertaining. when you don't like what you're with there's some system error. i hope your complaints get to authority. it's one's right to be glad with the way things are unless you are over 40 and still single. life is lived. what's bullshit is when you are being duped right out front and everybody else thinks it's a wonderful secret thing.

have a wicked day.

2010-01-15T02:03:00.000-08:00

i am sometimes okay with the fact that the world is shaped round and nice. horizons are out of reach yet one's ambitions goes beyond the skies. space travel is always cute and for the daring. constellations are dots telling stories to the world. cute, cute, cute.

eating pizzas is always a delight. thanks everybody.

life's little mutations

2010-01-09T22:09:00.000-08:00

one can never say when a thing starts existing and spinning thoughts across the universe. like this piece of paper and some pencils---these inspire i to permutate poetry about love, death, terror. it's like this during private moments with i. such is the prettiness of life. one can never really be so sure. blogging my life's little text in this blog feels like a hundred stars.

2010-01-06T02:41:00.001-08:00

i'll never forget you. i'll buy you a muffin now.

2010-01-05T03:46:00.000-08:00

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well, i wanna make friends all over the world. that's ol 4 now, i guess.

>>>>makes i laugh.

2010-01-04T01:30:00.000-08:00

i found some awesome things today. an orange twenty peso paper bill, three five golden peso coins, and a walk in the plaza. isn't it a nice day? i rode a sikad today and everything just rolled past i by. i bought a plastic bag of marshmallows from a sari-sari store. it's a cute day. then i walked in the plaza. i crossed the green soccer field. i might expected some dogs and their masters to pass by although i did not see any. so there. when i went home i asked for money. and here i am updating you about my life today. moments like these are cozy as a blanket when the morning is misty outside the window.

2010-01-03T19:51:00.000-08:00

i dreamt just this morning that i was in a place where there are prettier flowers. it is so cute as a setting and there was a bit of romance to it. well, it ended not so well. and now here is this entry telling you about it.

i can prove to people that those who signed up for okcupid.com are still alive and are able to reply to my messages. they probably find no time about killing one another. there are quizzes to take and all of them interests i. the cuteness of this world makes i think that everytime a red balloon is created soulmates find soulmates. events like these proves that the mathematics of space equates to more people finding people. however, i know of people who do not understand why there are other people in the planet. togetherness is a mystery to they unless it's about the things in their personal space, daily meals, and shoes they wear. i am not complaining. this planet keeps up diversity as an entertainment to those who are not so weird, making everybody a pervert interested in their prettier neighbour's dreams. it's life lived in earth. now, if only i can get to jupiter.

today.

2010-01-02T23:44:00.000-08:00

i can't kid you about your breakfast. you might choke and blame it on i. yet i may tell you that sometimes the colour of your lipstick looks greenish and you will no doubt believe that sometimes the world is some dimension full of fun things.

why do people die? why are there candies in one's hand? why are there red balloons? you may know the answers to this question after giving i a kiss.

make your today masaya. life's always a bitch. live well. sleep to dream and wake up to a fantastic day. the moon is still earth's satellite.

ayokong awayin ka. when things are so much i will show my claws.

yaaaah!

2009-12-28T04:48:00.000-08:00

the time is now

2009-12-27T00:41:00.000-08:00

current: chatting with somebody in okcupid.com i was hoping he'll kid some more so it'll be like some grown-up game between i and he.

plans: poetry, sleep, good dinner, candies, sketching, email and more surfing, buying a book, visit to psychiatry outpatient department next month, more poetry, fiction. and, oh, new clothes. some shoes, socks, slippers. whatever. i will be 29 on 20 january 2010. God exists so i may take pictures of my life during my last day on earth years from now. and please, may i choose a soundtrack?

2009-12-25T23:46:00.000-08:00

sit. life's a bitch.

Is it a kind of a dream
Floating out on the tide
Following the river of death downstream
Oh is it a dream?
There's a fog along the horizon
A strange glow in the sky
And nobody seems to know where it goes
And what does it mean?
Oh is it a dream?

Bright eyes, burning like fire
Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly,
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes

Is it a kind of a shadow
Reaching into the night
Wandering over the hills unseen
Oh is it a dream?
There's a high wind in the trees
A cold sound in the air
And nobody ever knows where you go
And where do you start?
Oh into the dark

Bright eyes, burning like fire
Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly,
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes

Bright eyes, burning like fire
Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly,
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes

art garfunkel

2009-12-24T21:24:00.000-08:00

yah, yah, yah. deck the halls with whatever. it is christmas day and no one cares as long as you are on the planet into baby jesus's own birthday. are those tales true? isn't it cute?

now, on my side of the planet, it is colder than usual. there is still some sunshine and snow is not really some local thing. nothing's frozen except cold dishes. my family is not really into some celebration although it is our belief that one is to include one on being about celebrating whatever they attend with themselves during this month of december. my family won't be spending that much. however i assure you that i will be as merry if not merrier than your usual christmas people. there's 13th month pay, year 2010's fireworks for the new year's eve, and gifts from cool friends. it's a pretty world.

i am as real as santa. i am as imaginary as a red balloon. i am as fictitious as a high school sweetheart. i am to be contacted in moments of unwanted solitude. you may count on me as some nuisance who does not care about sanity. it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

here's some christmas chocolate. so, who's cuter?

2009-12-22T19:06:00.000-08:00

tell. what day is today.

where does a rainbow go after its time up there in a sky?

always

2009-12-22T18:38:00.000-08:00

i always believe in the balance of lust and mathematics. such elements make the world a round thing once more when you question its shape. it's like getting a red balloon on your doorstep one day. you didn't ask for it, it's cute, and somewhat creepy. somewhere out there is that somebody who once able to make some tangency with your life goes out to you like the rest of your personal property cluttered in your room. you belong to he/she/it and it/she/he belongs to you. mutual understanding and emotional bonding. it's your life's meaning. motto for today: one can't have anything that's not in there. create. experience. live.

2009-12-20T01:27:00.000-08:00

hey, everybody. i wonder what life is like while one is asleep. did i really soar across the sky to where dreams are and lived a life there for an hour or so? and when i woke up this morning did i really forget a lifetime somewhere? nice time, nice time. some get their dreams from places, objects, events and some. it's universal law to become lost once and a while. it's a cute life once more once you're through and you know you'd rather be living today so much and once more.

what is the meaning of life lived on earth? taking care of the flowers, you bet, and wearing good clothes. food and shelter. being loved. wrecking things. drinking water. keeping money for the next time. some sex life. a book well-read. a painting speaking of another time. being online and doing some blogging to bother unknown trapped surfers into my life's updates.

well, it's always cuter each time.

lots of sickness and "missing yous"

2009-12-17T02:23:00.000-08:00

and much love to all.

i really must not dwell on those who came before my first love. it just so emotional, so much. i always love to recall loves although it's not the center of my life right now. i dedicate songs to each of those who were in my heart before Q.

dear Q:

where were you when i was so alone? it's the lighting sometimes that test my temper. sensitivity is i, a poor creature hoping for love beyond the horizon. i soon figure out that you might be somewhere with that special somebody. i'd like to let you know that i kill. i wonder who really really weeps. you know that i'm so much more than those people you call friends. i kill, i kill, i kill. and what i love most about all this time is keeping you ignorant as spam. cute you still are. someday you will meet i on the street. will you really say "hello?"

some entry

2009-12-16T01:04:00.000-08:00

you can never tell the difference between rainbows that are for sale and those that are not for sale. personal expertise tells that it is how the blue-colored bow looks. it is cuteness in disguise. like candies. you'll know you'll get toothaches later. however, you can't resist chewing one and more.

2009-12-15T02:58:00.000-08:00

i really don't understand how my day works so i may get a good night sleep after daylight hours. it's not my concern really on how to get a place, so it seems. it's like this as i know how the place looks. getting there is not a problem. it's cute, heavy-duty on imagination, simple, and really, really works when it's about being there. it's transcedentalism in its most basic mathematics. knowing how a place looks, works, and its atmosphere to get there is fantastic reality. no such matters and manners like eating so one won't starve while going through a journey to get a certain place is allowed. it's being there, plain.

God probably made walls so there will be some challenge to not giving one one's privacy. cuter reality, right. at its cutest it is when people peep into your life and one actually stalks you. it gives the stalker a feeling of power and it adds pogi points to anybody's day. some cute factor are walls and doors mean there's more to discover after doors.

what makes you think you can pass through walls today? maybe it's your dream last night.

make your holidays merrier. bless all: flowers, butterflies, and socks.

hello to you too

2009-12-14T02:14:00.000-08:00

i was in deep woods somewhere in time. i now know why i am to be late in certain occasions. it's about giving priority to my visibility. it's often cute and a bit fantastic, like: where did i come from after all this time. it gets one to think about space travel, lust, and commuting. or maybe it's all about shampoo.

2009-12-12T01:36:00.000-08:00

i can't relive a day without my stuffed toys. they are cuddly and they are all imaginary. i imagine one crawling towards where i am. there's something so creepy about one's imagination. it's like true love. it mystifies and ignites passion where it matters correctly. it's like chewing bubblegum---you expect something to bubble and hope it is in tune with the world.

torture

2009-12-08T19:34:00.000-08:00

torture. i like the word. it's so useful and so manipulating. it's an attitude, a lifestyle caused by discipline in dealing with life's problems. not so much sometimes. it is to be so much. danger, you see. wonderful is torture sometimes.

wonderful. well.

2009-12-07T18:59:00.000-08:00

one can never capture the beauty of a moment. like clouds, it is ephemeral and memorable, fleeting and unforgettable, wonderful and much more prettier.

2009-12-06T20:16:00.001-08:00

it's always a good day to start waking up, stop dreaming, and wake up to.

i ate fried chicken this morning. and there was some soup on the side. there's also some rice. somehow i never got enough of one cup of rice although i'd never had a second serving. i never ask for breakfast as if it's necessity yet it's served every morning. so lately i became curious and i discovered that my household did some wonder magic in the kitchen and made breakfast for i. don't blame me. i am not from earth. jupiter is such a pretty disastrous place.

i can prettily recall my years in college. my college years were pretty much a good term of time. lots of my crushes walked around the campus and i always stroll the green grass of our school soccer field. life would sometimes be such a sucking thing and i would always find it amusing every now and then, like poetry written on old paper. some keepsake.

hi.

2009-12-05T19:38:00.000-08:00

you can never make i undo things that result in disorder. it just how life is. you can direct things in several directions and next thing you know you got clutter everywhere. life is like that.

anyway, today:

i had not cried too much. i was probably some red balloon on the horizon, floating just a little beyond. it's not much some trouble. it is more than trouble. broken plates and a few kitchen things are supposed to be away when i am mad as these are so nicer throw around breaking now and then into several pieces. such continuity of life must never be shared with anybody as my pain. it's cute still to do that when about to scream and sob. however, it still is okay to cry.

well, how's today?

what is the meaning of constellations during night sky?

2009-12-05T00:18:00.000-08:00

i was really wondering what makes the world a round thing once more. people who do not know my ways say it's about mathematics. simple problem, simple given, and simple solutions. however, i know some of my ways although i do not know right from left sometimes. in conclusion of my regular schedule, i believe the world world is round because of the harmony of love and lust. one may care about love and disregard lust. love without much attraction results to goodness---"oh, my goodness.!" lust without love is best. physical attraction is never conditional. lust solves irony. love begets confusion of values and physical attraction begets lust. i always thought that physical attraction must never rule when one is in a relationship of a marriage. what should be ruling is love. love during marriage and physical attraction before marriage. yeah.

never judge a book by its cover. i get insensitive sometimes and rainy days are just some months away. life's like that. it's how you cover up your face with make-up, gals. life is an idiot out to get you on your tip-toeing toes.

dreams are always lustful. a little kitten just takes such indecent shows out of your mind and gives you wholesome thoughts in the last five minutes of your waking up. statistics should tell that dream-manager up there, or wherever dream-manager is located to avoid authograph-signing, how many die while asleep. it gets dreams to be more pleasant next time.

oh, to live. i wish life is much more cuter today.

2009-12-04T01:22:00.000-08:00

i really sometimes don't understand when it comes to making i be involved in this life's problem-solving. much of the world is left to lower class creatures and whatever is fit in the zoo is put to good provision. it's just isn't fair. life is sick. sick. sick. you can never be happy. he's stupid. she's stupid. it is stupid. it is stupid. it is stupid.

so, dance to a tune that's right with the world.

my day is a mess when i am not dreaming. the good thing about real life is that i can bite into pizzas without worrying about not really biting. it's like that. it's like that sometimes. it's like that most of the times. such a pretty world. right?

let things be and will be okay

2009-11-24T22:27:00.000-08:00

the world is turning as it should. i wake up still on my bed without bruises or getting some new found creature in front of i.

2009-11-19T20:18:00.001-08:00

i about i about i.

2009-11-19T20:10:00.000-08:00

i remember good days when i was younger and not much worldly-wise and just a little bit of a nuisance. the world was in my hands and i could get any snack i'd like to that my allowance permits. i was especially cuter when it comes to spending during my freshman year at the ateneo de manila university. i was pursuing some ab psychology degree that time and i thought people's attendings to i are like those when looking at comic strips. there were some speech balloons, thought balloons and scream balloons. all the works. lately, i lose this ability. it's like some training to i and now i am writing this entry in such a way that may convince you to think that one's not knowing other people's thoughts has some benefits.

so, here is the world and my life about it. :P

2009-11-01T02:23:00.000-08:00

i can never live with a lot of furry gentle animals in my house unless they are carcasses for my next meal. i never enjoyed cooking vegetables as such might inspire i what to become in my later life. i always believe in the fierceness of life lived sometimes and the thrill it brings to one. i think rabbits are for display and must not move. their cuteness inspire awe in i and this make their cuteness compete with my date. although it's fun to think of i'd rather be safe in this world of love.

how helpless.

2009-10-29T21:26:00.000-07:00

bhingie said:

Hi there.. I visited your blog.. i hope you will visit mine as well.. by the way, your blog looks so empty.. try to make it with a lot of good and interesting content..

yeah?

look fatgirl, my blog is as empty and as speculative as a glass to be filled with clean water. i deem it that way and that way it has to be. my profile is evident when it comes to my background and preferences. i really don't stalk people right away when it comes to their being trapped in my blog. i see them as people lucky enough to know i exist. i send bugs to their imagination and that's where i get to start to plan about ruling the whole earth. i am sincere in my entries and i think my blog makes an interesting read although it lacks design. basic and essentials are what my entries are all up to when it comes to content. i hope you are several times less calories after reading this. get to i sometimes. be trapped once again.

2009-10-24T19:27:00.000-07:00

i must never ever relegate lust and love and whatever to my snottier dates and to lower animals. it just isn't fitting. it's like eating yesterday's lunch otherwise: you know it's not normal and it's not meant to be.

i can never ever count stars though i dream more. i would like to see stars as points labeled accordingly with their respective binary code equivalent; constellations are named like binary in values. fun.

did you know that stars are meant to be where they are so one may see a beautiful universe? mostiest prettiest, most prettiest, prettiest? un=the un un un faithful=not faithful, the faithful=not faithful. it's a little mix-mix language yet it works when it comes to dating and dropping pick-up lines.

much more are your lecture notes during high school years. it gets more meaningful every year. they're something to pass on to generations.

hello to you.

2009-10-21T03:44:00.000-07:00

i about i.

i must never ever violate the laws of nature. it's a promise i made for myself. what i am trying to do now is make people see it my way. it's like staging a hold-up. many or your life. the pitfalls of love, being in love and not being about it in any way. i always take note about the life i am living the dangers of a make-believe reality that can destroy many a person's concerns. the whole thing, like taking a dip in the ocean, sucks at first yet remains mysterious all throughout the whole time one is in it. it is love and lust and whatever books get to your mind. one thing is okay with everybody: lust and love are matters known to humanity and are seen seemingly in patterns across the whole place where one thinks one is. everyday there is a new possibility. and everyday is alot of time for one. enjoy life. life is lived.

2009-10-19T21:15:00.000-07:00

i think about others once in a while. it gets me to realize there are other less fortunate people and others more fortunate than i am. it's probably therapy. one never knows the ways of love until somebody else gets into the picture and erase all that you made known so you'll exist in this world of promise. fame is sometimes, notoriety is most, and peacetime are nowadays. nowhere is i, somewhere is a wonderful place, and elsewhere people are becoming happy and happier. such a world this world is. lust is continuity of self's selfishness permutating into several points and dimensions and shared with one in its finality. two and one are unwelcome numbers when it comes to sex unless you are more than horny. people ought to choose the number zero when faced with faithlessness. it's self-lust. i can nuke you. hail to all asteroids who had made known our planet.

i worship i.

2009-10-11T06:05:00.000-07:00

never. a nice word to stop the world spinning like there's no end to a universe. silence is best word sometimes yet when it gets you to shout more a little louder life seem a bit bad. voices are always special traits of a person and must never be insincere outputs unless necessary and required of a person. well and will be well of i.

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i was thinking of sunshine the other day and how it mesmerize plants on the first hour of the morning when there is the sun slowly peeping across mountains. people like i just get so bad and sing out of tune. thanks for my daily meals, God. it's worth my time or i'll be starving. starvation nowadays is so true. i'd better behaved. everybody now: where were you when i was tiptoeing on a star, waiting for a comet back to earth?

hey

2009-10-06T21:17:00.000-07:00

how are you?

let me sing a song about china

2009-10-06T03:20:00.000-07:00

i was okay with the world and the world was okay with me. then i heard some sound that seemed like a loud bang. real noise. everything was perfect, real and yet ordinary as light. fragments of a forgotten world etched in porcelain were all over a floor. fragments. like light still. like still light. then LIGHT went beyond and became my guide to going back to my own room. everything is small and special. it is cute. so, what are you wearing now?

2009-10-01T01:01:00.000-07:00

sometimes life is a bitch. God watches us and kills when i and you become boring. I and you must never ever be boring. that's life 1.0. after life is life10.0 version. there is some black crows outside on a post's wires. not much. still weeping, ah, ah, ah.

2009-09-30T23:26:00.000-07:00

when i was all pretty cherry i go out to streets.

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dear Q,

moments like speaking words are spatial in relationship. days are like boxes and the sky is a round thing about a certain magnet. so, when was the time you try forgetting a momental show? dresses and shoes are pink. sky is dirty watercolored water and..?

so what makes you finally remember your birthday? last week's Sunday right? ah.

sky, etc

2009-09-11T23:52:00.000-07:00

some address. okay, it's probably up there where birds get to be. and it's something you see on a day without rain.

2009-09-11T23:39:00.001-07:00

SHES: un. faithfulness. sometime the world is round you may take your dog for a walk in the park. or would you rather go to the lake surrounded with trees dripping with vines? there's not much to do.

i learned once that people have toes that should been taken cared of. that was when i was a little thing. there was spilled milk on a crib, my little hands dabbled on it, and that was when i learned that people have toes. orange. my gaze lowered to my lower extremities and that was it. i was probably wearing a light orange baby dress. and when i looked up i saw beyond ceilings and my eyes lighted up when i saw sky. how happy.

so, where are my own mom and own pop that time? they're just around talking among themselves. if there was some door that time, i would have become some transcedentalist hoping i could rescue a princess.

life's little pleasures are called muffins

2009-09-09T03:41:00.000-07:00

some muffins are better than some. some muffins are quite the same like the rest. some muffins are just muffins. and while there are toppings on a few, muffins are still muffins. i can say anything about muffins yet the muffins that one truly cares about the planet are for sale down the street one sometimes forget. so, how are you muffin-ing?

chocolates are preferred than sadness, anguish, and misery. who knows who thought about chocolate first though one can do a little research. do chocolates really come from one's first love? i'd like to hand out chocolates someday.

now, coffee. do you know that coffee spilled is a sign of lust? it is. when coffee is spilled, expect a meeting with a beautiful stranger. i believe in luck. i am it. believe me?

2009-09-08T03:34:00.000-07:00

this morning: shampoo on my toes, hair, scalp and tickled tummy. it all ended up on my banyo's floor. i watched it go down the drain where it was some remnant of humanity life's lived well. the drain hole is space and the tiles are mathematics. shampoo sure is yummy not only on my legs.

so, what are you wearing? is it a pretentious color like red or is it something as dishonest as yellow? you did know blue is a reflection as is the color of mirrors when left blank. pink is puta-ish and oh so feminine. black means belief. white means knowledge. green is strength. grey tells and orange is screaming sarcasm. yeah?

so: something furry to wear with silk, cream shoes and beaded bags, white umbrellas and lace.
what's something to eat? ceasar's salad and ice cream.

while i was away some people called. five little kids, an English professor, and idiots. though i really am not into planning picnic with an entire population i make it a point to welcome people from time to time. it makes life a lighter existence.

does boredome start with a capital B? is it heavier than light, speedier than darkness, and as just as water? people die of boring things, conversation, and nonsense. one must never ever be boring. or talk without meaning to. and repeat commuting without asking permission from God. or maybe one could try to be a little off beyond the border of these means and create dreams for little kids.

you frustrate?

2009-09-07T00:18:00.000-07:00

life is a bit of cunningness, sunshine and rain. there are some earth and sky, clouds and seas, flowers and butterflies. one never tries to go beyond sometimes though many tried to see what is there to discover beyond the places where one lives. it is just life as it is day-to-day. souls are out there waiting to marry souls to one another. bitches are fairies with wands waiting to grant wishes. pink tutus are delicate things made for little people out to go dancing when rain tells one to go indoors. outdoors are places of common things meant to make one dream during the night one go to one's room for refuge. poetry is a song sang out of tune when manufactured in a heart of literary coolness. you frustrate.

2009-08-24T04:19:00.000-07:00

i was thinking about the future of our planet, the current news that make the world go round, the possible wardrobe one owns. funny how it all total to me just about loving you. simple statistics insists that love is a thing for higher beings. it is something denied to lower beings who hunt, live, date for the moment and gone the next day to another place to forget what makes them problematic in their whole existence. it is a cycle day-by-day. music knows that no song is repetitive unless one's voice is better and is about to die of being boring. Proper authority knows how much i try to please people who go to my direction where i expect life is a bit of plain walls and an awesome adventure. it is true that people die. one dies everyday of little things found in this universe. so, when does one hope that the sun in our solar system will explode. planets will lose orbit one day and there are indeed theories and dreams where one will end up. continue dreaming.

2009-08-13T22:17:00.000-07:00

one is not to blame me for glitches occurring those days when one does not know left from right.