second move

I'm sorry, I realized I sort of left without a notice.
People have been asking why my blogger's gone --
it's not, just moved to tumblr.  (:

http://www.stealingsummer.tumblr.com

she said

"at least it's trying."

try, it does.

try, it does.

enunciate, please

http://xlalasunshine.tumblr.com

where i've been getting my recent photos.

http://janebear.tumblr.com

where i'll go for laughs and simple complacency.

all credits as needed.

chocolates

Dear you,

If you should find yourself

arrested, again,
in a tedious crime such as this,

I hope it is only half as beautiful.


And remember that I once penned your name lovingly within the covers.

minty

I just need to know you're there, breathing and feeling and alive.

You can do that at least, can't you?

frankly

Fact: No tree dies of old age.

So what of the birds that nest in its nooks,

the blossoms that rest in its heights?

unrequited

There's merit in finding a melody among the street garbage.

It's picturesque, somehow.

I think her and I draw a blank.

Today deserves the dedication that yesteryears and tomorrow? won't find.

carpe diem

speaking figuratively, of course

where will you go?

collab. authors: jane h., suyeon s.

jamais le soir

changeling

thursday, january 29, 2009.


Rules:
Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

1. i like shopping for things that i can't have and imagining what i'd do with it if i had it.
2. i am completely incapable of saving money.
3. i have a really ugly stuffed animal called brooger. his nose is crooked.
4. i don't go coco for cocopuffs, but i do go coco for baskin robbins rainbow sorbet, any day.
5. the blinds on my left window are too short for the window itself, so i cover the bottom with junk.
6. the main reason why i take pictures is so i can have a new profile picture on facebook. thus the mad camwhoring sessions with joowon.
7. i have a very bad habit of picking at my cuticle.
8. i wish i had the time to read too much. buy me a book. i'm addicted to the smell of the pages.
9. you'll know me better through my writing more than you ever will through talking with me.
10. i really dislike being at thomas jefferson high school for science and technology. not just because it's frustrating to specify that on forms, either.
11. thomas jefferson varsity dance is misleading. i'm actually a terrible dancer. but i aspire to be better.
12. i haven't been able to get straight a's since elementary school.
13. i spell everything correctly, always, all the time. i'll admit to it if i don't know the spelling of a word.
14. i've had my eyes on a canon eos rebel g forever now. i'm going to learn photography one day.
15. outside, i'm anal about organization to the point i'm o.c.d. i come home, and that disappears.
16. i can never do my own nails.
17. i like the joy of giving more than the joy of receiving.
18. i become really stressed and panicky if i'm not constantly surrounded by people.
19. i make paper origami hearts with the napkins and tissues at restaurants.
20. i hate playing the violin. i'm not good, i've just played for a really long time.
21. every night i have a moment of late night high. i ramble. and ramble. and cry. and laugh.
22. there's only one person in the world that i absolutely hate. i'll always try to love you regardless, unless you give me a heck of a reason to otherwise.
23. i don't eat 3 meals a day. i eat 2398492834 snacks a day instead.
24. i like pushing in pencils in electric pencil sharpeners until what's left is only a stubble.
25. my favorite candy are swedish fish. i could eat them alllllll daaaaaaayyy. 


sunday, march 7, 2010.


none of those have changed, except 22. i no longer hate anyone. 


visible improvement, step one.

afterthought

It feels so delightful to be buried 

under the sun-soaked sheets, 

and to realize, for a moment,

 that there is a void to be filled 

somewhere within the folds.

open door

One day,
I promise,

I'll pack my things

and leave for a city

that feeds off its own pageantry.

And I won't have to pretend

that I cannot exist alone.

all the power to you

floop

the point is

now i can't find him anymore

because i don't know

where i am

sorry for the discontinuity

Sweats. Sore throat. Hair tie gone. Ponytail crimp. Tissues. Trash on the desk. Dry hands.

Cold, cold, so cold.

Surely this is how dying feels like.

boombox

the kind of love you could only get from a guy who'll sing for you even if he sucks.

courtesy of xkcd

ugly souls

Sometimes, I dislike being the standout point.

What happened to her?

I don't know how to answer you. I have long since wanted the veracity of acrylic paint, but watercolors fail me. There are those that know how to color in the blanks exceptionally well -- I was never one of them. I pick at the pages like a mindless child, one who knows not the reach of her dirty hands that speak so proudly of being, of existing. I'm sure, there is a hint of should have in every success, and I do not deny it. It's only with the most pretentious of denials that I fall under the list of victims who go through a sort of schizophrenia, metaphorically, of course, on a daily basis. When it has become this easy to blur my eyesight as to make the world fall under a bokeh lighting system, I tend not to care. A sense of peculiar fascination has taken over the multifaceted features of tears that wet the lashes, the kind that clumps under singularity because suddenly, believing is seeing. Period. Period. Comma. And these conventions I'm in love with, what am I to them? It has become so painstaking to realize that I can only excavate the droplets of ecstasy in intangibility, and I can't say for sure since when I've had this birthmark on my heart. I have been known to walk with her head higher than what should be above all else, when in fact the soul's laments are seeping into the cracks at my feet. I don't need the attention of paramedics for me to discover the invention suppressed beneath the illnesses. I don't know what it is, but don't fix me. I'm not broken. I'm broken. I'm something of the mediocrity that never has its say. But what is to matter? Everyone only wants, a sympathetic sort of cynicism, and the pressures are too demanding for me. It wrecks the reason for my I, but it's not a union I seek. 

It's exciting, not because the thrill of death is a step and a pebble away, but because I know how conspicuously fear can repel the assonances of my journey with a particularly contemptuous gravity.

diversion

 a little funny for the day.

"baby, you have 243 bones in your body, want another one?"

thank you kathy for your wonderful input.

i'd rather

taming a wild cat

has never been this difficult.

i've chased it down

a thousand miles and back,

but sometimes,

i'd rather wait.

impatience has long lived its virtue

and it couldn't matter less

what faulty lines i've had to cross,

because it's a wild thing, 

i've noted.

and a wild thing does,

what a wild thing will.

it's taken a while to realize, 

granted,

but the reminiscences

that have long left their trails behind,

are ones of fields that coaxed infinitely tall grasses

and the obstinate lovers

that basked in the bareness of such

honeysuckle-phased earth.

lime shine

some things are going to make sense, others aren't.

regress

Really? Lil' Wayne, Justin Beiber, Jonas Brothers, Miley Cyrus? Autotuning?

Please.
Mind you, I am a huge fan of some of the artists in here.

But what's happened to this?

This, is music.
I am appalled at how much music has degraded.


On a side note, I have donated to Haiti, even if it was only a few dollars. Skip that sugar cookie for a week, and you got yourself some spare change for some change.