Tales from Suburbia.

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2006-08-14T19:18:00.000+08:00

I've moved. (Again. Haha!)

Please check out:

http://lritzyl.livejournal.com/

You know ya wanna! :D

show me something pretty...

2006-08-06T19:08:00.000+08:00

So.

The news says there are protest actions in front of the Israeli embassy...

My question is, should people really blame Israel for the MidEast Crisis? The Hezbollah? Or both???

Anyone?!?

Damn, don't I wish I'm taking IR right now...

dear thom yorke: i want, i need, pleassse give me a new radiohead album...

2006-08-02T14:47:00.000+08:00

I have yet to buy (is it even here yet?) nor dl Muse's new album (Black Holes and Revelations), but as far as I can tell, the first single sounds like... *gasp* BRITNEY SPEARS!

(oh my effin holy kettle corn!) or rather... (WTF???)

I alone have to bitterly contemplate the fact that I know how Britney's "music" sounds like, but that's beside the point and there's no denying that that's what went through my mind the first time I saw the video...

The interview that came before it said they (Muse) really wanted to sound different.... unique... produce a record with variety (as oppossed to continuity as say, in Absolution)... they admitted that they went to the studio and experimented, exactly the way they planned it...

For the record, I'm all for exploration and trying out new things, specially when it works... but what if it doesn't?

I'm sorely tempted to segue into an "I hate Britney" spiel but I'm too lazy to so I won't. (Thank God for you.) All I'll say is that I really hate to say something as degrading as that about Muse... cuz they're... I love them... the band practically defined one whole semester, hell, even two... BUT... my ears are telling me otherwise... and oh... my heart, my heart and my mind is revolting!!! Hopefully, everything's premature and when I finally get a hold of the album and really listen to it, I'll be able to rest easy. Since they're pulling a Radiohead (going through a phase - less rock, more "intelligent techno"), PLEASE let this new album be a Kid A, one that grows on you...

like frogs oblivious

2006-07-29T19:27:00.000+08:00

I was talking to someone - trying to be a good friend at the library bathroom no less - when I realized that some people have become so used to living and wallowing in misery that they've actually started to begrudge others their happiness and think it rather abnormal for someone to be "too happy". Even worse, have deemed it impossible to be so and judge that there must be something obviously wrong with you if you are.

What a wonderful world...

paper, rock, scissors... fire

2006-07-19T14:13:00.000+08:00

I was asked the other day if I wanted to go see this movie Friday night. I've already seen it, I said. Then he suggested this other movie. Yep, that one too, I said again...

I'm sorry for lying. Twice. I HATE lying. I just didn't have the heart to say no.=(

a commentary

2006-07-17T12:59:00.000+08:00

What really ticks me off is seeing luxury cars and huge gas-guzzling SUVs with specialized GOVERNMENT plates.

They have no right. Most escpecially since majority of their "constituents" are living in the mire of poverty and barely holding on. What I want to do is get a baseball bat and proceed to smash those cars (with those power hungry useless sons of bitches inside it) into oblivion...

Err, okay, maybe not. But you get my point.

They have ABSOLUTELY NO right at all.

yes, you...

2006-07-17T12:13:00.000+08:00

IT IS funny. I always develop this urge to throw my right shoe at the screen every single time. HELL, even my left one when I'm at it. YET, when it comes to that pivotal point in the movie - the one where the gods cooperate and the boy and girl finally have the happy ending they deserve - I drop all my cynicism and I end up as a giggling mush in a sugar-induced trance. Then again, as the last scene fades away and the credits begin to roll, I descend from my pink cloud and into reality and I start to feel the familiar tingle of frustration --- jealousy, sometimes loneliness, and I never fail to say to myself, "God, I'm such a naive idiot!" then proceed to swear off flufies from then on...

But I'm only ever humoring myself cuz I never really do. Whether I like it or not - deny it or otherwise - I still dream of being swept off my feet by the man of my dreams and I still wait for that perfect moment with a surreal movie-like quality when the music swells and I finally get my own happily ever after - my very own happy (ending) beginning, one that I truly deserve.

There. ;)

Laugh if you must.

the forgotten

2006-07-11T18:46:00.000+08:00

I feel like I'm INVISIBLE. =(

chuck norris never dies

2006-07-06T18:16:00.000+08:00

So I was in one of my classes when this woman from the Ateneo Placement Office dropped by and started talking to us about the "FUTURE". She began blabbering on about further studies, career choices, resumes, and job interviews...

It totally freaked me out.

It's just that graduation - EVERYTHING - suddenly became all too real, all too fast...

The sound you're hearing is my precious bubble being popped.

Oy.

amphetamines and jellybeans

2006-07-05T16:55:00.000+08:00

Not-so random thought: In a postmodern world, you can get away with absolutely anything!

Nikki and I FINALLY tried Mag:net Cafe despite all the other Tuesday peeps being M.I.A. Before it became a cafe, Mag:net was just this quaint store that sold books, music, accessories, etc... then it apparently turned into something, well, more than that. It's now also an art gallery, restaurant, and basically one of those college-people-places where you can hang out, hear live music, and catch other types of performances.

To begin with, the reason why we went there last night was cuz we wanted to see Up Dharma Down live (again). But before their set, we ended up trying out the desserts and parking ourselves in a table amidst the oh-so postmodern works of art. Most of which are paintings that I, the lousy painter that I am, could do even in my sleep.

Which brings me now to my second not-so random thought: Your "art" is yours and no one else's. No one has the power to validate or invalidate your "art" but you and you alone.

Anyway, by the time the band was to perform, the upper room (we were in the ground floor) was already overflowing with people that I, the cheapskate I'm sometimes known to be, refused to shell out cash just to stand up and hear music that I can already hear from where I was sitting and very comfortably too. Haha. But everything worked out eventually cuz the owner came over and talked to us a bit and said that if we want to squeeze ourselves upstairs, we could and for free too. Awesome. Looking forward to really trying out the food with the rest of my iTues friendlies...

And on another note, Starbucks is gonna be "brewing soon" near where I live. I'll just have to cross the street, walk a few steps and I'm there (it's actually on the building right beside Mag:net). BOO-YAH! Two Starbucks in Katips and wadayaknow, one of them's even gonna be my neighbor. It'll be great for those thesis all-nighters that I'm foreseeing as early as now. Hmm, what was the world like before Starbucks? ;)

PHOTO CREDITS:

Up Dharma Down photo from http://www.ternorecordings.com/html/updharmadown.htm

Starbucks cartoon from http://www.cartoonstock.com/directory/s/starbucks.asp

a little sanctuary

2006-07-04T18:19:00.000+08:00

You know that magical sense of familiarity that overcame you the very first time you heard one of your favorite songs? That inexplicable instant awareness that your soul is singing-along to the lyrics and expertly swaying to the melody even though you've clearly never heard it before? That warm fuzzy feeling that overwhelmed you and then comfortably settled deep in your gut as you experienced the words and the rhythm?

Just incredible. I love it when that happens.

And I realize I haven't felt that in ages and I'd give just about anything (anything.) just to be able to feel that right NOW.

brain fart

2006-06-26T12:04:00.000+08:00

Imagine a world without clowns...

highway to hell

2006-06-23T14:37:00.000+08:00

My left hand got the bitter taste of how nasty this world we live in is. The scratches and the scrapes on its skin proof of how utterly disgusting people can be.

IT IS SAD, I asked in here a few weeks ago why some people seemingly have no decency that they can commit a crime against their fellow human being... and now I'm asking it again. Humanity can make you vomit sometimes. The ugliness of it all. It's depressing, the amount of evil in this world? It's really depressing.

You see, us girls celebrated Nikki's b-day last night. We went out (to Benini's [edit: Bellini's] then Jack's Loft) then hung out at Nikki's place afterwards. Before 2 am, Mia decided to call it a night and said she was going home, as I did. We were walking together towards my condo and her dorm (which was really just a couple of blocks away) when a car came speeding down from the corner. We were on the right side of the road but this car (which should've been on the left lane) was coming towards us, fast. Thinking that the driver was drunk, I shouted:

"MIA! MOVE!"

And I saw her rush to the side, escaping the car. Then before I knew it, the car was coming towards me. Then it was slowing down. Then everything was a blur...

I first thought that I knew the people in the car... some prankster, jackass friends I know. I mean, it happens. Me, just walking down the street then some car pulls up and a head would pop out from the window to scare me shitless... funny friends playing a cruel trick. But it wasn't a trick; and it's sure as hell they weren't my friends.

Honestly everything happened so fast. I thought they were after me. But I realized what they truly wanted when I felt the hard tug on my arms. I was carrying some book I borrowed from Niks on my left hand and my bag on my right hand. Then this man, in light blue polo shirt (it was all I saw), emerged from the window of the backseat and grabbed my bag. It really happened all so fast.

I was left shaking, thinking, did that just happen? Shock and fear came shortly after... combined with an unwelcome rush of adrenaline and I became a quivering mess till I reached the safety of Nikki's 10th floor condo. I remember Mia was holding my hand the whole way up and it was so tense... tense and cold. A few minutes later, I calmed down, thought about what I lost, what I should do, who to call, etc, etc.

I lost my cellphone. But more than that, I lost the pictures and the contact numbers of EVERYONE I know inside that cellphone. I lost the cell number I've had for more than 5 years! My wallet was also in the bag. Bad enough that I lost a couple thousand bucks, I also lost my license so now, I can't even drive. My Ateneo school ID was there too and I'm pretty much useless without it, having no access to school facilities like the library or the net labs. These among other things inside my bag.

My brush with organized crime. SIGH.

It really doesn't feel good to know that "evil people" are going through your things... that strangers with obviously far from noble deeds know now what you look like, what your name is, what your friends look like, where you live, what your class schedule is, have keys to your condo, your house, etc. It's paranoia-inducing, that's all I can say. Fear is not something I enjoy dealing with.

But I should be thankful and I am. God's keeping an eye on me still. I'm safe... a little traumatized but still safe and generally unharmed. Besides, think about it... I did lose things but they're nothing compared to what those criminal sons of bitches lost because they just sold their shriveled dark souls to the devil. After eventually dying a slow and painful death, they'd enter the gates of Hades where satan will welcome them with open arms... then they'd be torched in scorching flames while being devoured by worms for forever and a day - over and over and over again. All that just for a few thousand bucks and a couple of items (important and memorable to me but) pretty much useless to them.

There will be justice. Enjoy hell you #@$%ing pricks.

relax. see a movie.

2006-06-02T04:37:00.000+08:00

This entry shall also be known as the LONG-ASSED film class entry... for obvious reasons.

I honestly NEVER planned on taking a film course. EVER. But as with Ateneo registration and life in general, plans fall through. Surprisingly, my Approaches to Popular Film class was complementary to my other elective which was Intro. to Popular Culture (which proves yet again that "the universe is right on schedule and everything happens the way it's supposed to"). Basically, this month was like a crash course on media studies, which I did eventually REALLY enjoy. Enjoyed it too much in fact that I reckon I should've just majored in Communication Arts and specialized in media studies. Haha. Oh well. But anyway, loved my Approaches class because it was like a month long festival of the best of popular cinema. Love it!!! ;)

Excerpts from my film journal:

"Russell Crowe's mole. For some reason I keep thinking about Russell Crowe's mole. Have you noticed how Crowe's mole sometimes takes a life of its own and completely steals the show from Crowe himself?"

~*~

"The script is so brilliant and clever that people have a hard time believing pretty boys Damon and Affleck wrote it... Good Will Hunting is the ONLY film where Ben Affleck displayed a semblance of acting skills..."

~*~

"You don't have to fully understand something in order to appreciate its beauty. Mr. Anderw Ty calls it the 'T.S. Elliot experience'. BEST film I've ever seen in a long while. I can't articulate its plotline as much as I can't convey this film's greatness with just a few words. Woah. JUST WOAH!"

***THIS IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. WATCH IT!***

~*~

"What a disappointment. I love Cameron Crowe films and I am generally fascinated with 80s teen flicks... what a disappointment. It tries to be something it's not, attempts to transcend its genre and miserably fails..."

~*~

"Jessica Zafra once said that 'Piracy is democracy in practice'. And I agree with her. But sometimes you get what you pay for. 30 minutes into the movie, the pirated DVD acted up... an interesting movie this shoud've been. You DO get what you pay for."

~*~

"Never much of a gangster film fan, but the twist was incredible..."

~*~

"Another reason why Tim Burton is loved by alot of people... Themes of ambition and acceptance clearly resonate... Oh and Bill Murray was crazy awesome!"

~*~

"Not a pefect film, but not too shabby either. I adored Blanchett's and Ribisi's performances that I'm gonna go get me a 'Heaven' DVD asap, hoping they were just as good... The whole purpose of Katie Holmes being naked is to lure hormonal teenage boys into watching the film and see 'Joey's tits'..."

~*~

"A longer, quirkier version of Behind the Music. If you dig the post-punk Madchester scene, this film's for you... "

~*~

"What a riot! The WHOLE class was in an uproar. No need for lame, stupid jokes and comical faces, the story in itself makes the film real hilarious. What an utter and absoulte riot. This is what I call entertainement!"

***THIS IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. WATCH IT!***

~*~

"It was funny when I realized this was supposed to be an action movie (?!). Soap opera for men, no doubt. Character development was awesome. Young Natalie Portman delivered such a strong performance that it makes her Amidala (Star Wars) performance so much worse (if that's possible) in comparison..."

~*~

"Luke Wilson was so... SIGH. Awesome film that I can totally relate with... What's fascinating is how it was able to present something so serious and dramatic in a light-hearted way..."

~*~

"A highly over-rated and greatly over-analyzed film... but it does have its merits... plus John Gavin WAS hot... "

Summer semester's over. Done. Finished. Have you got any idea how relieved I am? ;)

caught beneath a landslide

2006-05-29T15:17:00.000+08:00

pink elephants
I got up from bed and while still half-asleep, I rummaged through my bag for my cellie to check what time it was.

1.50, three figures announced on what was already a Saturday afternoon.

Perched on the bed waiting for sleep to wear off, it suddenly occurred to me that I was dreaming. JUST dreaming. How I realized this fact I have no idea; but everything too much for my sleep-addled brain to take in, I groaned and sprawled face down on the bed and went back to a deep slumber.

10 minutes later, it felt as if it was 10 minutes later at least, I woke up for real... I stood up, fished out my mobile and flipped it open.

A blink... and then another.

It was 1.50 pm.

Freaky, ain't it?

rugrats

Me: What are you doing, Ritchie?

Ritchie (my nephew, 2nd grade I think): Playing with the hose *sprays me with water*

Me: Ackh, it' cold!!!

Ritchie: Yeah I know, that's why I like sticking it inside my shorts.

And then later...

*playing some game in the pool*

Ritchie: Help! Help! They're kidnapping - I mean, adult - adultnapping me!

PAREF education, ladies & gents... gotta love it. ;D

11.1998

Memories are the only thing you have that can never EVER be taken away from you...

I think the last of our notorious shaving cream fights was pro'ly the last day before Christmas break of freshmen year in high school. We were running around the halls, just having a blast and spreading shaving cream over anyone and everyone... Then one of my idiot classmates unwittingly wiped some at our high school principal. Our high school principal (Mrs. Pineda! LOL!) for crying out loud. We got into a lot of trouble alright. Haha. (photo was taken 6th grade ;))

lime in the coconut

2006-05-25T19:33:00.002+08:00

happiness makes you cry

Do you realize? LOL.

I've been crying the whole day. I love it, I love it, I love it.

Today is one of the happiest days I've ever had in a looonnnnggggg while. I've been cackling my ass off since morning and man, how awesome is it to throw your head back and feel the vibrations of laughter deep in your gut?

It's 11.53 in the evening, but is it sunny where you are too? :D

I keep picturing a 7 year-old version of myself in front of our old black kara-oh-ke singing cheerfully along my favorite orange and yellow tape.

"The place to be happy is here, the time to be happy is now..."

What a beautiful day this has been. *sigh*

inside joke
I just REALLY have to go on and open my big mouth and admit that "it gets lonely in blogspot sometimes", don't I? I was just explaining why I was thinking about creating an LJ account when all of sudden, something I said was turned into a running joke of some sorts. Geez, be honest and you get laughed at. LOL.

Lonely... on the internet.

I will never again think of these words and not laugh, or at the very least smile.

Are you lonely... on the internet too?
1-800-M-A-R-G-E
Call now! Toll Free!

This day just keeps getting funnier and funnier... Awesome. :D

spice up your life
It all started when we played one of them new wave cheesy songs yesterday... We were supposed to be having a "scholarly discourse" (right, whatever) on blogging; but we ended up laughing maniacally from trying to remember and relearn the choreography to Erasure's Always (oh c'mon, I'm sure you remember it!)

And as if that wasn't enough, today (the day before "the report"), we saw an ancient video ("what good is a heart...") which served as catalyst to our oh so entertaining conversation about our collective past as boy band fanatics (Aminin! Haha!)... We were alternating between feeling the shame/horror and hilarity of the fact that once upon a time we thought "Quit Playing Games With My Heart" was the best song ever and Spice Girls was the best British act to break into the music scene. How mistaken were we? ;)

Haha. This was the most fun cramming session I've ever been in. We acted like drunken fools in a karaoke bar even if we weren't. What a riot! Thanks girls!!!

*p.s. I don't care if I've developed an, ahem, less misguided taste in music... But I would've watched BSB live when they came here if my wallet didn't have a gaping hole in it. LOL. You know, for old time's sake? It would've been fun, I bet: me, smiling and grinning, remembering all those times I was a squealing little grade schooler totally in love with Nick Carter. Haha.

loony bin
Damn man, have you ever been inside a mental institution? Seen the insane and the deranged? I haven't. But I'm betting if I do, it will pretty much look a whole hell like what I saw inside the internet place on my friend's building. There were like 3 dozen black computers, all of which were occupied by preoccupied males in a DOTA-induced trance. Much like in a facility with crazies of varying degrees and manifestations of lunacy, some were quietly engrossed in their computer-generated world... but some were rowdy, boisterous, evidently happy and alive! Jessica Alba herself could've walked into that room and nobody would've even noticed or cared.

It was interesting... It was fascinating... It was downright scary.

Haha, I could be shot for what I just wrote... But hey, what do I know anyway, right? I'm just but an angsty TV addict (haha!) with zero knowledge about what this computer game is all about, so why should anyone care about what I have to say? *wink*

nick of time
In a crap morning, late as per usual, I pressed the button and noticed the torturously slow pace with which the elevator rode up to my floor. And as if mocking me, it chose to stop and sluggishly open on each and every single floor between mine and the lobby. Goading me even further, it was so painfully obvious how slow people were being, like everything else was going in slow motion while I was in fast forward.

People claim that time is nothing but a construct... but then how come it's able to play tricks on you? Torture you? Make you crazy? Irritate the hell outta you? I. Don't. Get. It.

all in the mix
Conversations fascinate me, especially with people you're close to and comfortable with. Sometimes it could be a total laugh trip, at times it could be real profound, occasionally a mixture of both. I don't even know how it came up, one minute we were laughing hysterically from idiotic jokes, then the next we were... sigh... I dunno. Like I said, fascinating...

currently feeling: *wink*

currently listening to: always ~ rilo kiley

static prevails

2006-05-24T13:20:00.000+08:00

Summer before sophomore year of high school (God, that was over 5 years ago!), I went into a multimedia fast. No idiot box, no music (!), no net, the works... The reason why is a very long and exhausting story, but I did for one whole month. No sweat. Granted I felt like I was cut off from civilization, but really it was a piece a'cake. I learned it was a great way to get a lot of reading and thinking done and realize how lovely ceiling's can be. It was SO easy and I was never like some junkie going crazy from withdrawal syndrome...

*Zap*

Static.

*Zap*

"What the hell is wrong with the TV?"

*Zap*
*Zap*
*Zap*

"I paid my cable bill this month, right?"

*Zap*

Static.

*Zap*

"AHHHHHHHHH! #@$%!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Not tonight, I'm watching something tonight!"

I went home Thursday evening to find that there was something wrong with my boob tube. I found out later that the cable company was fixing something in the Katipunan grid so service was temporarily unavailable... I sat down on the bed and stared at the black and white hypnotic dots, and imagine how surprised I was when I realized that I felt so disappointed... like there was something off, something missing. It was so pathetic it could almost be funny. It just figures I can't live without cable? Crap. I watch too much television. Way too much television. *shakes head*

I'm Marge, and I'm an addict.

Help me! (Seriously. Haha.)

currently feeling: tsk. tsk.

wake me when it's over

2006-05-22T19:17:00.000+08:00

In the land between dreaming and waking...

currently listening to: longwave
currently feeling: inexplicable

more dead than alive

2006-05-22T18:34:00.000+08:00

Nothing is ever what it seems. Absolutely nothing. Never forget that.

People wear masks... feign happiness... are experts at hiding behind superficial laughter and fake smiles. And sometimes, man, sometimes they are so adept in pretending that they manage to fool even their own selves... and keep on living in their own little world of make believe...

currently listening to: still anthem
currently feeling: like i've had better days. no shit.

sanity, please.

2006-05-22T18:03:00.000+08:00

I'm so confused. Yes. I feel like I'm a blender and at my core is a gargantuan whirlpool... and can you hear that noise? So loud... with all my inextricable thoughts, treacherous and otherwise, and things I know I feel but can't concretize. I can't, I don't how to...

It's just...

so...

chaotic.

And predictably, when I try and uncover the lid as I am doing right now...

SPLAT!

It just explodes, everything erupts and scatters and I... end up being privy to one monstrous, hideous mess...

currently listening to: screws fall out ~ less than jake
currently feeling: ...
currently reading: sigh.

john en marsha

2006-05-17T16:18:00.000+08:00

10 mins. ago (I'm at one of the net labs in school)...

*laughter. LOUD laughter*

RSF GUARD: Ssshhhh...

*muffled giggling*

(Let's call him) JOHN: Are you leaving?

(Let's call her) MARSHA: Later... *pause* Later...

JOHN: *in a voice that drips honey* I love you.

MARSHA: *also in a nauseatingly sugar-coated sing-song voice* I love you too.

JOHN: *indistinct mumbling*

MARSHA: *giggling, playfully swats John's arm *

JOHN: *hugs Marsha* *more muffled muttering*

*weird silence*
*sucking face*
*"discrete" saliva swapping*
*P.D. of effin A. (in short)*

ME: *thinking* Hay naku. Go get bent. Just. NOT. here. *shakes head, writes*

Then as I type, a grad student (looks like) occupies the PC next to mine. Heh heh, would you look at what crap luck I've got. Out of the greater probability that he won't, the man who smells like he could be a descendant of the Marlboro man OR the royal guard of lung cancer central has to go on and take a seat right next to me. Man oh man, it stinks (SO bad) in here... *gagging noises*

Remind me again why I go to this place? Oh, right. The unlimited net access. ugh.

currently listening to: s.o.s. ~ the suicide machines
currently feeling: woot!

sick & tired refrain

2006-05-15T12:00:00.000+08:00

"There has got to be something more than this. Something... better..."

currently feeling: exhausted
currently listening to: xtc(!)
currently reading: hitchcock and feminism

the doppelgangers

2006-05-11T20:29:00.000+08:00

It just figures that I'd be frequently staring at some intricate tattoo instead of focusing on the oh so wonderful topic of Finite Math...

Funny enough, the back to which this aforementioned tat is permanently inked to belongs to this nice girl sitting in front of me. She used to talk to me even though she had no idea who I was; nor I, who she was. But a few days ago, she realized that silly fact and decided to finally introduce herself. 10 seconds after shaking my hand, she glanced back again and told me,

"I've really wanted to ask you this for the longest time, do you know Reggie (lastname I forget)?"

"Uh, no. Why?" was what I said.

"You really really really look like her. You're a bit tanner... but you... really look like her."

Hmm. Haven't heard that one before! I'd honestly like to meet this person cuz Mercedes (the tat girl) is actually the third one who had asked if I was related to this Reggie-whoever-she-is... In fact, I just realized that people, ALL within roughly 30 seconds of meeting me, ALWAYS tell me I look like somebody else they know ("I swear you look like my friend/cousin/some actor... blah blah blah...") My mom even told me one day that one of her students (yeah, she teaches college kids like me on her spare time) look a whole hell like me (my OWN mother!) Gee, I feel so special. lol.

I'm finding this fact amusing... and to some degree, a bit disconcerting...

Apparently, when I say "I'm unique just like everybody else", I will really mean just like everybody else...

currently feeling: rushed
currently listening to: fair ~ remy zero
currently reading: some shit about tv violence

the tail light bandits

2006-05-07T14:18:00.000+08:00

The story is, over a month ago, my sister's tail lights (obviously I'm talking about her car) were stolen. Since it's illegal and not to mention, unsafe to drive without them, 7k later, they were replaced. But then, a coupla mornings ago, she found out that the tail light bandits have struck a second time. Like eyes gouged out, she saw two gaping holes in the rear of her car as her tail lights were missing. Again.

So this has got me thinking...

Why is it that some people have seemingly no decency that they are able to stomach committing something against someone who is, in so many respect, just like them (I say this regardless of class, race, etc.)?

We live in such a mad world. A place where echoes of suffering, poverty, hopelessness, chaos, turmoil, violence, hatred (I need not go on) are resounding. But then, we can't go on and blame somebody now, can we? God? He can't exactly be blamed for the sins of man. In truth, if we go to the root of the matter, it will all lead right back to us. People are victims as much as they are the reason why this world is obviously screaming in agony. It's a bitter irony. People are responsible: people STEAL from people(!), people screw over people, people murder people, and heck, idiot bomb-happy world leaders wage war against their fellow humankind. It's just nasty. Depressing.

If you're cynical, without a doubt, everything will disgust you. This crap world with its crappy inhabitants will just utterly... disgust you...

currently feeling: three guesses.

she takes it so well

2006-05-06T12:43:00.001+08:00

When another woman compliments your ahem "beauty", it will make you feel good... as most compliments always do. It's high praise specially coming from the best of the species.

But then, when you realize that that "woman" had just hit on you, well THAT, my dears, is a whole different story. *shudders*

Heh, shouldn't have written that, I know.

currently feeling: hee.
currently listening to: hold on ~ pulley
currently reading: the castle ~ franz kafka

blue & yellow?

2006-05-05T22:14:00.000+08:00

It was 4 in the afternoon when I arrived exhausted and famished from two consecutive brain-depleting exams; half of me wasn't even inside the threshold when my sister asked me something along the lines of,

"So do'you wanna be set up?"

"Huh?" I returned, closing the door, my over used brain slow on the uptake.

"As in, can I give your number to a guy?" At this point the hilarity of the situation dawned on me and I, of course, tried to ask what the "guy" looked like whilst consumed with uncontrollable laughter.

It had come to this. Can you believe it?!

Not as if the situation wasn't funny enough, I told my mom about it and she said,

"You said no? You should be open! I'm sure she won't set you up with someone who's not good enough. She knows you." Trust my mom to be more worried than I actually am that I'm 20 years old and never been in love.

Hee, yes, it had evidently come to this... I used to have these romantic notions, fluffy bunny scenarios inside my head, but I guess they're not to be. Apparently, reality isn't that cute. AND apparently, when love can't find you, you have to go and learn how to find it yourself...
So. Am I up for testing this theory or not? ;)

currently feeling: amused?
currently listening to: cut up angel ~ the used
currently reading: the castle ~ franz kafka

the great a.m.

2006-05-04T16:38:00.000+08:00

A solitary bird floats
As the sun rises in a distant horizon
A warm glow enveloping the living but dead
Highlighting ugliness
Heads hung without hope
Waking up from escape, frustrated
Downing bitterness to blunt
The sharp taste of everyday monotony
Preparing to march to their cages...
They keep up
(as life rushes by)
But do they know they're going nowhere?
Barely moving an inch
(life's rushing by)
Will they ever catch up?
Go somewhere, move an inch
(cause life, it's rushing by).

voice

2006-05-03T16:04:00.001+08:00

I have many things to say... thoughts varying from the most laughable to the perceptive. We all do. But more often than not, nobody's there to hear, much more really listen...

How does a mere whisper rise above the disquiet?

currently feeling: ...
currently listening to: my mannequin can dance ~ matchbook romance
currently reading: deception point ~ dan brown