Why are we born?
Because there is a papa and a mama.
Do we have a papa and a mama too?
In our case...we have God, I guess.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
update: visit this
http://www.flickr.com/photos/stacy_magallon/sets/72157609587511104/
i know that you'll enjoy it (:
i know that you'll enjoy it (:
i wanna feel weightless VS tick tock on the clock
(is that even how you spell it?)
two days.
one night.
no sleep.
we dance in theflood rain and disregard the need to keep those clothes dry so we can wear them the next day.
[wet bra syndrome]
you only brought one?
photo count = 1012
chester = euphoric
(it's hard not to be proud of yourself when you lasted so long)
THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!!
withdrawal symptoms; i need more to go on than just what you've given me
2.4 km
3 spider webs
countless screams of "GET IT OFF ME"
not enough time.
paint-a-piggies.
heart shaped pins.
sarongs.
singing in front of people that sing the piano parts for you.
group discussion.
mrs dixon.
"legs eleven/11/oneone"
intense guitar solos and girls who "degrade themselves" in sparkley boleros and harem legged jumpsuits.
'superhero summer' t-shirts.
handing out plastic plates.
eating last.
leaving.
home.
(not mine though, that comes later)
shower
school again.
songs about christmas.
mikes that don't work.
applause.
home (finally).
change.
sleep.
THE END.
two days.
one night.
no sleep.
we dance in the
[wet bra syndrome]
you only brought one?
photo count = 1012
chester = euphoric
(it's hard not to be proud of yourself when you lasted so long)
THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!!
withdrawal symptoms; i need more to go on than just what you've given me
2.4 km
3 spider webs
countless screams of "GET IT OFF ME"
not enough time.
paint-a-piggies.
heart shaped pins.
sarongs.
singing in front of people that sing the piano parts for you.
group discussion.
mrs dixon.
"legs eleven/11/oneone"
intense guitar solos and girls who "degrade themselves" in sparkley boleros and harem legged jumpsuits.
'superhero summer' t-shirts.
handing out plastic plates.
eating last.
leaving.
home.
(not mine though, that comes later)
shower
school again.
songs about christmas.
mikes that don't work.
applause.
home (finally).
change.
sleep.
THE END.
Monday, November 23, 2009
if there was a soundtrack to your life, i would be the first to buy it
looking really close at something always makes me wonder whether happiness and contentment are interconnected. who says they are? who says they aren't? i'm just a monologue ready to be spoken aloud with no-one to do it.
(today i learnt that you're gone)
(tomorrow i learnt that you've been gone for longer than i've been around)
how did i meet you then?
(today i learnt that you're gone)
(tomorrow i learnt that you've been gone for longer than i've been around)
how did i meet you then?
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
everything is practise for something else
minnie mouse notepads.
comics from papers that make us laugh.
drawings of trees.
selling/buying text books.
over-thinking.
hand-made birthday cards.
sticky lip glosses.
burst balloons.
'messages in bottles' on bottles.
too many posters of boys we dream of marrying.
mobile phone charms.
red paper clip hearts.
yellow paper clip hearts.
blue ducks.
rocky rock over-sized lollipops.
got braces? t-shirts.
boxes with notes we've kept to remember each other by.
alarm clocks.
the letter F.
'we're so' talbography shoots.
nintendo products.
headphones that never (ever) work.
love hearts scribbled on literature notes.
stephen king.
SLR cameras.
$15.
bleach.
exams for 3/4 subjects.
idioms.
dictionaries of literature terms.
ribbon.
(read: "i always remember the boring things")
comics from papers that make us laugh.
drawings of trees.
selling/buying text books.
over-thinking.
hand-made birthday cards.
sticky lip glosses.
burst balloons.
'messages in bottles' on bottles.
too many posters of boys we dream of marrying.
mobile phone charms.
red paper clip hearts.
yellow paper clip hearts.
blue ducks.
rocky rock over-sized lollipops.
got braces? t-shirts.
boxes with notes we've kept to remember each other by.
alarm clocks.
the letter F.
'we're so' talbography shoots.
nintendo products.
headphones that never (ever) work.
love hearts scribbled on literature notes.
stephen king.
SLR cameras.
$15.
bleach.
exams for 3/4 subjects.
idioms.
dictionaries of literature terms.
ribbon.
(read: "i always remember the boring things")
and you and i? we're a new light
you're running up stairs and he's trying desparately to catch up with you. but you're too fast. (read: everything will end with you)
i'm running up the stairs and you're catching up to me. (read: everything will end with you)
we're running up the stairs and then the world ends. (read: "suffering to the _________ is not an anomoly; suffering is a vocation) (read further: everything will end with you)
just what did you think would happen?
i'm running up the stairs and you're catching up to me. (read: everything will end with you)
we're running up the stairs and then the world ends. (read: "suffering to the _________ is not an anomoly; suffering is a vocation) (read further: everything will end with you)
just what did you think would happen?
what makes the red man red?
-J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
what will you fight for?
something new has been ignited, and i can't help feeling that it's ignited in me. (i'm not trying to sound cliche, it's just coming out that way). two sides to one story; i'm fighting for Organization Myself and everyone else thinks that i'm on their side.
Facades are too difficult to give up on; i've worked too hard to make this one seem real and put too much effort in to let it go
let it go
let it go
let it go
LET GO
we're all going to end up in the middle, so me fighting for myself just means i'll get there faster.
Facades are too difficult to give up on; i've worked too hard to make this one seem real and put too much effort in to let it go
let it go
let it go
let it go
LET GO
we're all going to end up in the middle, so me fighting for myself just means i'll get there faster.
Monday, November 2, 2009
"you're the coolest person i know, and you don't even try"
THIS IS A REBLOG
" Now, coming back home on the train, (Glen Waverley line, which no one takes, man) I was sitting in my seat blasting sweet, sweet music into my ears. And then a MASSIVE horde of male testosterone came flitting on board.
GET YOUR FUCKING BLAZER OFF OF MY FACE.
I'm not being petty or up my self, I swear. It's just really, really annoying when people invade my personal space bubble. Okay, so maybe on a train during peak hour, that's a little harder to avoid, but dude, there was like ten gazillion feet of aisle between where I was sitting and the Horde. So therefore, it's not that hard to remove your arm from the handle so that I am not freaking trapped in a little triangular corner. And it's also not that difficult to take one teeny step backwards so that your crotch, hairy legs, and blazer flap are all not in my face. Like two millimetres from my nose.
So, moving on... "
" Now, coming back home on the train, (Glen Waverley line, which no one takes, man) I was sitting in my seat blasting sweet, sweet music into my ears. And then a MASSIVE horde of male testosterone came flitting on board.
GET YOUR FUCKING BLAZER OFF OF MY FACE.
I'm not being petty or up my self, I swear. It's just really, really annoying when people invade my personal space bubble. Okay, so maybe on a train during peak hour, that's a little harder to avoid, but dude, there was like ten gazillion feet of aisle between where I was sitting and the Horde. So therefore, it's not that hard to remove your arm from the handle so that I am not freaking trapped in a little triangular corner. And it's also not that difficult to take one teeny step backwards so that your crotch, hairy legs, and blazer flap are all not in my face. Like two millimetres from my nose.
So, moving on... "
"yeah some say it's a blessing, some say it's a curse"
i say that we should forget everything and meet again.
one day i'm going to stop thinking in "i's" and "we's" and start thinking in "them's" and "no-one's". it might be easier to understand everything if i remove myself from within it. someone once told me that looking at a clock in a mirror will make everything seem fuzzier, but it's that fuzziness that keeps me going; clarity will only set me back another 49245972497245 minutes before i realise what i realised is what i tried to erase.
(by the way, i see the clock as 10:10 when i look at it; the numbers matching like that makes me happy)
honey, this is not a curse (being with you), it's a blessing.
(and i knew i wouldn't study)
one day i'm going to stop thinking in "i's" and "we's" and start thinking in "them's" and "no-one's". it might be easier to understand everything if i remove myself from within it. someone once told me that looking at a clock in a mirror will make everything seem fuzzier, but it's that fuzziness that keeps me going; clarity will only set me back another 49245972497245 minutes before i realise what i realised is what i tried to erase.
(by the way, i see the clock as 10:10 when i look at it; the numbers matching like that makes me happy)
honey, this is not a curse (being with you), it's a blessing.
(and i knew i wouldn't study)
what runs through your head when the unexpected happens?
every time that we think everything is alright in the world (or want to think it),
you come back with a vengeance, screaming our names. stop. we breathe for a minute and then we're brought back down into our minds with a cold, hard shove in the back and after that we're left to pick up where you left of, and be happy that we're still here.
f.y.i. the last thing that goes through your mind when the unexpected happens, is probably the window.
you come back with a vengeance, screaming our names. stop. we breathe for a minute and then we're brought back down into our minds with a cold, hard shove in the back and after that we're left to pick up where you left of, and be happy that we're still here.
f.y.i. the last thing that goes through your mind when the unexpected happens, is probably the window.
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