Friday, January 27, 2012


17. Things that make you scared.

Should I just name my phobias?



Wednesday, January 25, 2012


after two years of missing school,
of failed, half-hearted & frustrating attempts to go back,

i just came back from pasadena city college,
where i registered for an english class (modern drama) &
signed myself up on the wait-list for math (college algebra, we meet again).


so, here's to my education, take two.
i've learned a lot during the two years of my academic hiatus,
and it definitely helps me to appreciate my academic success a lot more.

now, i figure that i can put a hold on life-experience.
besides, i gotta put in the brain-work for an easier ride into career-life.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

twin fantasies.

i've had the biggest crush on these twins since i first heard their so jealous album.
they are, to me, the perfect set of indie/hipster lesbian twins. and i love tegan.

i wish she wrote songs about me, haha.

Friday, January 20, 2012

on writer-lovers.

 i was on tumblr and came across this and it totally got to me.
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three in the morning. Or they might wake you up for sex at three in the morning. Or make love at four in the afternoon. They might not sleep at all. Or they might sleep right through the alarm and forget to get you up for work. Or call you home from work to kill a spider. Or refuse to speak to you after finding out you’ve never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. Or spend the last of the rent money on five kinds of soap. Or sell your textbooks for cash halfway through the semester. Or leave you love notes in your pockets. Or wash you pants with Post-It notes in the pockets so your laundry comes out covered in bits of wet paper. They might cry if the Post-It notes are unread all over your pants. It’s an unpredictable life. 
But what happens if a writer falls in love with you? 
This is a little more predictable. You will find your hemp necklace with the glass mushroom pendant around the neck of someone at a bus stop in a short story. Your favorite shoes will mysteriously disappear, and show up in a poem. The watch you always wear, the watch you own but never wear, the fact that you’ve never worn a watch: they suddenly belong to characters you’ve never known. And yet they’re you. They’re not you; they’re someone else entirely, but they toss their hair like you. They use the same colloquialisms as you. They scratch their nose when they lie like you. Sometimes they will be narrators; sometimes protagonists, sometimes villains. Sometimes they will be nobodies, an unimportant, static prop. This might amuse you at first. Or confuse you. You might be bewildered when books turn into mirrors. You might try to see yourself how your beloved writer sees you when you read a poem about someone who has your middle name or prose about someone who has never seen To Kill A Mockingbird. These poems and novels and short stories, they will scatter into the wind. You will wonder if you’re wandering through the pages of some story you’ve never even read. There’s no way to know. And no way to erase it. Even if you leave, a part of you will always be left behind. 
If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.


16. Three things you are proud of about your personality.

well, i wouldn't say proud, per say.
but i like my easy-going attitude,
i like that i'm good with kids and people,
and i especially like my empathy.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

sex and the city.

mia bought these on black friday over at target,
and i've been watching them whenever i'm alone at home.
because, you know, i wouldn't make sean watch these with me.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

this one's for love.

I was so excited to receive this in the mail today!

Congratulations to my friends and family, Byron and Sanda!
I'm thrilled to be there as they exchange vows and take a step towards a new life together as man and wife.

I can't wait to see these two lovebirds tie the knot, as well as reunite with my GP fambam <3

Monday, January 16, 2012

here's one for twokaytwelve.

My letter to the new year is sixteen days late, I know. My mind has been working overtime, going at a million thoughts per second and I couldn't sit still long enough to formulate a coherent string of words. Yes, I also know that so far I've collectively spent about a good sixty hours on mind-numbing social media sites, ignoring my tasks and digging for music. Ugh, I know, I know--instead of creatively coping with my insomnia, I've just been perusing Tumblr, being nosey on Facebook, going through tattoo ideas (do I really want another piece?)... However! I've finally sorted through all of the junk that's been in the room, got rid of things, done my New Year Cleaning. Now that is something that was long overdue, it's something I'm definitely proud of how it turned out. The next step now is the rearrange the room so that there's more space for Sean and I, then I shall proceed to rearrange the living room and kitchen with my roommate (and dear ateh) Mia. I'm so excited!

I finally have a desk/work area that I set up in the living room. It's about time I worked on things in proper fashion!

Friday, January 13, 2012


I will finish this exercise.

15. The best thing that happened to you this week.

I started reading Look at the Birdie by Kurt Vonnegut and totally fell in love.
I've found another author to add to my favorites!

Monday, January 9, 2012

head change.

this is how i've been feeling, as of late.

i haven't slept well in days.
my nights are filled with restlessness.
as soon as i close my eyes,
i think of everything and nothing
all at once.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

to the new year.

The new year started off a bit muggy, a bit foggy.
Much like how the weather was in the place I rang it in.
However, I have faith in 2012. Much more than I had in 2011.
Besides, the sun shines brighter after the fog lifts.

It's going to take some time, but I know it'll get better.

This heavy heart will be light, once again.

Happy new year, everyone.
May the new sun bring you nothing but good luck.