I was researching the history of the Khmer people and Vietnamese coffee then I took a QUiZ....
Your 80's song is: Every Rose Has Its Thorn by Poison.
hmm, why?
here are the lyrics:
We both lie silently still
In the dead of the night.
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it somethin' I said or somethin' I did
Did my words not come out right
Tho' I tried not to hurt you
Tho' I tried
But I guess that's why they say
Chorus:
Every rose has it's thron
Just like every night has it's dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
Every rose has it's thorn
Yea it does
I listen to your favorite song
Playin' on the radio
Hear the DJ say love's a game of
Easy come and easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has he ever felt like this
And I know you'd be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow
I guess
Chorus
Though it's been awhile now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you
The wound heals, but the scar, that scar remains
I know I could have saved our love that night
If I'd known what to say
Instead of makin' love
We both made our separate ways
Now I hear you've found somebody new
And that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife
Chorus
How EMO IS EMO?
haha. okay. I am officially crazy!
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
advice for 15 year old me
Don’t let anyone tell you that RANDOM CHAOS is not a way to organize your life.
Accept. Move on. Keep loving.
When Pops tells you to “PLEASE PUT THE GOLD FISH IN A BIGGER BOWL” or maybe it was more like “THE GOLD FISH IS TOO BIG FOR THAT BOWL” listen.
Or, the gold fish will end up dead on your bathroom floor. Oh, and yeah, you might step on it with bare feet. You’ll feel its scales in between your toes for months. LEARN TO LISTEN
Time, you have lots more than you think. BREATHE-IN-THEN-OUT
Read more. Think more.
When he asks you to marry him, give him some water, tuck him into bed, and write a poem about it.
ONCE A CHEATER, ALWAYS A CHEATER.
When that dude asks you on stage because your outfit is so 80’s and tight as “F**k” PLEASE, forget that you think the word “tight” is overly hip and ridiculous and haul a** on stage. GIVE the guy a hug. He’s a hottie for an older dude.
EAT the burger! EAT the fries! Fast food will only kill you if you let it.
Smoking is fine as long as you do it socially and not alone sitting on your patio.
Get up earlier. The mornings are nice. Walk on dew covered grass in bare feet. It’s liberating.
MONEY it’s green. That’s all you should know or should need to know about money.
If it doesn’t all work out, you’ll realize that happiness does not come easy. But then that’s all part of it. Stop being a slave to yourself. Get over it! We’ve got oceans to sail.
Take longer walks through the woods or on the sand where the ocean meets the shore.
Look up at the sky, often. THINK about how the sky and how the stars are always there even during the day when they are just overshadowed by the sun. Also, remember that the sun is the smallest star. It’s lucky because it is the closest to the earth. Sometimes distance matters, but sometimes what’s important has the power to stay with you even when it’s overshadowed by everything else.
FEAR is important and so is failure. Welcome, welcome, welcome.
Triumphs happen. Slowly. Welcome, but don’t wait. It’ll happen when it happens. And it will happen. Slowly in the little things.
Smile more. And, in the end, DR PEPPER LIP SMACKER is better than dark red lip stick.
If his friends say he’s bad news, who gives a shit. And please make out with him anyway.
REGRET is not important. IT causes stagnation. You’ll get stuck in the past. You’ll still be floating in the pool, eyes red and chlorine stained.
When you decide to volunteer at the animal shelter, drive your mom’s van. You’ll meet someone special, blonde. You’ll find out later that he likes long walks and cuddling by the fire, while you watch THE NOTEBOOK.
Don’t let anyone tell you that BOWIE sucks. LIFE ON MARS will change your life.
KEEP air guitaring at four in the morning. You’ll miss it when your stop.
Keep listening to 80’s rock and don’t name your hamster ELVIS. Or, else he’ll end up dead with his head slumped over the food dish. Also, don’t over feed him. Processed cheese has more fat than you think.
Your mom’s the best friend you’ll ever have. Admire her. She’s stronger than you’ll ever be. She’s awesome.
And please try to remember, the human heart is the size of a clenched fist. It’s much stronger than you think.
Accept. Move on. Keep loving.
When Pops tells you to “PLEASE PUT THE GOLD FISH IN A BIGGER BOWL” or maybe it was more like “THE GOLD FISH IS TOO BIG FOR THAT BOWL” listen.
Or, the gold fish will end up dead on your bathroom floor. Oh, and yeah, you might step on it with bare feet. You’ll feel its scales in between your toes for months. LEARN TO LISTEN
Time, you have lots more than you think. BREATHE-IN-THEN-OUT
Read more. Think more.
When he asks you to marry him, give him some water, tuck him into bed, and write a poem about it.
ONCE A CHEATER, ALWAYS A CHEATER.
When that dude asks you on stage because your outfit is so 80’s and tight as “F**k” PLEASE, forget that you think the word “tight” is overly hip and ridiculous and haul a** on stage. GIVE the guy a hug. He’s a hottie for an older dude.
EAT the burger! EAT the fries! Fast food will only kill you if you let it.
Smoking is fine as long as you do it socially and not alone sitting on your patio.
Get up earlier. The mornings are nice. Walk on dew covered grass in bare feet. It’s liberating.
MONEY it’s green. That’s all you should know or should need to know about money.
If it doesn’t all work out, you’ll realize that happiness does not come easy. But then that’s all part of it. Stop being a slave to yourself. Get over it! We’ve got oceans to sail.
Take longer walks through the woods or on the sand where the ocean meets the shore.
Look up at the sky, often. THINK about how the sky and how the stars are always there even during the day when they are just overshadowed by the sun. Also, remember that the sun is the smallest star. It’s lucky because it is the closest to the earth. Sometimes distance matters, but sometimes what’s important has the power to stay with you even when it’s overshadowed by everything else.
FEAR is important and so is failure. Welcome, welcome, welcome.
Triumphs happen. Slowly. Welcome, but don’t wait. It’ll happen when it happens. And it will happen. Slowly in the little things.
Smile more. And, in the end, DR PEPPER LIP SMACKER is better than dark red lip stick.
If his friends say he’s bad news, who gives a shit. And please make out with him anyway.
REGRET is not important. IT causes stagnation. You’ll get stuck in the past. You’ll still be floating in the pool, eyes red and chlorine stained.
When you decide to volunteer at the animal shelter, drive your mom’s van. You’ll meet someone special, blonde. You’ll find out later that he likes long walks and cuddling by the fire, while you watch THE NOTEBOOK.
Don’t let anyone tell you that BOWIE sucks. LIFE ON MARS will change your life.
KEEP air guitaring at four in the morning. You’ll miss it when your stop.
Keep listening to 80’s rock and don’t name your hamster ELVIS. Or, else he’ll end up dead with his head slumped over the food dish. Also, don’t over feed him. Processed cheese has more fat than you think.
Your mom’s the best friend you’ll ever have. Admire her. She’s stronger than you’ll ever be. She’s awesome.
And please try to remember, the human heart is the size of a clenched fist. It’s much stronger than you think.
old stuff that reads new? or .... what?
Talk story
she saw him coming
down the stairs
he looked the same.
And,
the grave sat empty
in front of a crowd
of burning candles.
each one watching, melting beads of wax.
Then the beads
became pools.
then they turned in to oceans.
And,
the waves and the ridges, formed next to
islands and mountains. each one watching, melting
next to the fire.
She saw him—shadowy, sheer
evaporating, turning into Nothing
whistling down the stairs.
She felt the same.
And,
the islands and oceans, made way for volcanoes
and little fingers belonging to curious hands.
grabbed and molded the beads.
they turned them into balls, in to wax men.
She saw him by the candles.
He ate them up.
He became different.
then the beads became pools.
Then he turned into oceans.
**********************
too political for publication. or no name.
He died by
JUDICIAL 'L
O
N
g
HANGING’
They made him
JUDICIAL ‘L
O
N
G
DROP’
The shortest drop
about
FOUR FEET
( that’s about one foot
shorter than the dead man
from head to toe)
He
needed
The longest drop
about
TEN FEET
(that’s about five feet
shorter than the dead man
from head to toe)
JUDICIAL ‘L
O
N
G
DROP’
Or
JUDICIAL ‘L
O
N
G
HANGING’
should break the neck
should snap it
in two
or three, or four parts
it doesn’t really matter
as long as the dead man
suffers the
JUDICAL ‘L
O
N
G
DROP’
Or
JUDICAL ‘L
O
N
G
HANGING’
and, the dead man falls
onto the ground
w/ the neck
broken
fragmented into pieces
as long as he’s scattered
like pick-up- sticks
as long as he’s littered on the floor.
He
needed
the longest drop
about
TEN FEET
(that’s about five feet
shorter than the dead man
from head to toe)
and the dead man falls. But,
they must remember
that too long a
JUDICAL ‘L
O
N
G
DROP’
Or
JUDICAL ‘L
O
N
G
HANGING’
leads to decapitation
it doesn’t really matter
as long as the
dead man
suffers
**************************
He says
she won’t reach nirvana.
She started off as a larva,
consuming,
devouring green things, sucking out the chlorophyll,
She didn’t know what she was doing.
It came naturally,
this need to be consuming.
Then, she changed into a tree
She reached and stretched and grew deep
into the earth, creating geometric shapes, with her
roots.
It came naturally
this need to break through things.
He says
I create my spirit
He whispers this,
into his napkin as he watches
her walk down
the stairs.
And he sees her reflection
in the mirror.
Tired, ready, aging
She didn’t know what she was doing.
He reached and stretched
And she pointed her toes as
She walked
Graceful, ready, youthful.
Then, she became new.
She burst into flames, scattered into stars.
He says,
she won’t reach nirvana.
She started off as a bird,
Singing, crying, waiting for the light
She knew what she was doing.
He says
Imagine me, so I can exist
Her reflection in the mirror.
He watched as it scattered into
geometric shapes, circles and spirals.
It came naturally
This need to watch her leave.
**********************
See the poppy seeds
start wars in east
Asian countries
on little islands where
soldiers smoke numbness
through wooden pipes
The smoke funnels
like the roots of a tree, into the air
into the porous skin, into
the tropical rain clouds overhead.
They beat and fluff out nicely.
They see lucid images of
little girls in sari’s floating around a fountain
of red wine and of fingers playing on
guitars weaving through space
at a hundred miles an hour.
They are recorded by
scribes on papyrus
as they sit under the stars on a clear
night where the Junks
are out on the bay. Little lights, strung up on their masts.
See the wind, colliding with the sail.
They swallow wind.
They butcher water.
they smoke numbness
through wooden pipes in east
Asian countries where
there are Neolithic pots decorated
with cowrie shells from some place in
Africa where numbness does not live.
They float around the mud huts.
They jump ditches that protect
their cassava and peanuts.
They see lucid images of
a tumor breaking through skin
Like the head of a cauliflower,
vomiting small amounts of blood on its horizon.
They eat through skin.
They beat and fluff out nicely.
***no drama. fine******
she saw him coming
down the stairs
he looked the same.
And,
the grave sat empty
in front of a crowd
of burning candles.
each one watching, melting beads of wax.
Then the beads
became pools.
then they turned in to oceans.
And,
the waves and the ridges, formed next to
islands and mountains. each one watching, melting
next to the fire.
She saw him—shadowy, sheer
evaporating, turning into Nothing
whistling down the stairs.
She felt the same.
And,
the islands and oceans, made way for volcanoes
and little fingers belonging to curious hands.
grabbed and molded the beads.
they turned them into balls, in to wax men.
She saw him by the candles.
He ate them up.
He became different.
then the beads became pools.
Then he turned into oceans.
**********************
too political for publication. or no name.
He died by
JUDICIAL 'L
O
N
g
HANGING’
They made him
JUDICIAL ‘L
O
N
G
DROP’
The shortest drop
about
FOUR FEET
( that’s about one foot
shorter than the dead man
from head to toe)
He
needed
The longest drop
about
TEN FEET
(that’s about five feet
shorter than the dead man
from head to toe)
JUDICIAL ‘L
O
N
G
DROP’
Or
JUDICIAL ‘L
O
N
G
HANGING’
should break the neck
should snap it
in two
or three, or four parts
it doesn’t really matter
as long as the dead man
suffers the
JUDICAL ‘L
O
N
G
DROP’
Or
JUDICAL ‘L
O
N
G
HANGING’
and, the dead man falls
onto the ground
w/ the neck
broken
fragmented into pieces
as long as he’s scattered
like pick-up- sticks
as long as he’s littered on the floor.
He
needed
the longest drop
about
TEN FEET
(that’s about five feet
shorter than the dead man
from head to toe)
and the dead man falls. But,
they must remember
that too long a
JUDICAL ‘L
O
N
G
DROP’
Or
JUDICAL ‘L
O
N
G
HANGING’
leads to decapitation
it doesn’t really matter
as long as the
dead man
suffers
**************************
He says
she won’t reach nirvana.
She started off as a larva,
consuming,
devouring green things, sucking out the chlorophyll,
She didn’t know what she was doing.
It came naturally,
this need to be consuming.
Then, she changed into a tree
She reached and stretched and grew deep
into the earth, creating geometric shapes, with her
roots.
It came naturally
this need to break through things.
He says
I create my spirit
He whispers this,
into his napkin as he watches
her walk down
the stairs.
And he sees her reflection
in the mirror.
Tired, ready, aging
She didn’t know what she was doing.
He reached and stretched
And she pointed her toes as
She walked
Graceful, ready, youthful.
Then, she became new.
She burst into flames, scattered into stars.
He says,
she won’t reach nirvana.
She started off as a bird,
Singing, crying, waiting for the light
She knew what she was doing.
He says
Imagine me, so I can exist
Her reflection in the mirror.
He watched as it scattered into
geometric shapes, circles and spirals.
It came naturally
This need to watch her leave.
**********************
See the poppy seeds
start wars in east
Asian countries
on little islands where
soldiers smoke numbness
through wooden pipes
The smoke funnels
like the roots of a tree, into the air
into the porous skin, into
the tropical rain clouds overhead.
They beat and fluff out nicely.
They see lucid images of
little girls in sari’s floating around a fountain
of red wine and of fingers playing on
guitars weaving through space
at a hundred miles an hour.
They are recorded by
scribes on papyrus
as they sit under the stars on a clear
night where the Junks
are out on the bay. Little lights, strung up on their masts.
See the wind, colliding with the sail.
They swallow wind.
They butcher water.
they smoke numbness
through wooden pipes in east
Asian countries where
there are Neolithic pots decorated
with cowrie shells from some place in
Africa where numbness does not live.
They float around the mud huts.
They jump ditches that protect
their cassava and peanuts.
They see lucid images of
a tumor breaking through skin
Like the head of a cauliflower,
vomiting small amounts of blood on its horizon.
They eat through skin.
They beat and fluff out nicely.
***no drama. fine******
Sunday, April 13, 2008
where have you gone joe di-maggio?
I am listening to Simon and Garfunkel and I am working on resumes.
It is going to be another long day.
So, Cher: I want to do something for humanity.
Josh: How about sterilization?
and listen to THE JAM- "That's Entertainment" this will give you an idea of how I am feeling.
ha, god so dramatic and it's not even lunch time.
(ian, hope the shower went well. I've got gifts. Like a baby tee that reads: Pinoy Ako!)
I'll be a TITA in a month.
lyrics for all of you:
A police car and a screaming siren -A pnuematic drill and ripped up concrete -A baby waiting and stray dog howling -The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking -
that's entertainment.
A smash of glass and the rumble of boots -An electric train and a ripped up 'phone booth -Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat -Lights going out and a kick in the balls -
that's entertainment.
Days of speed and slow time Mondays -Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday -Watching the news and not eating your tea -A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls -
that's entertainment.
Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning -Opening the windows and breathing in petrol -An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard -Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays -
that's entertainment.Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes -Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume -A hot summers' day and sticky black tarmac -Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were faraway -
that's entertainment.
Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight -Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude -Getting a cab and travelling on buses -Reading the graffiti about slashed seat affairs -
that's entertainment.
Okay, I am going to be a "real" person and stuff. I'll let you know if
I get the job. I am all for the advancement of third world countries. CIAO!
It is going to be another long day.
So, Cher: I want to do something for humanity.
Josh: How about sterilization?
and listen to THE JAM- "That's Entertainment" this will give you an idea of how I am feeling.
ha, god so dramatic and it's not even lunch time.
(ian, hope the shower went well. I've got gifts. Like a baby tee that reads: Pinoy Ako!)
I'll be a TITA in a month.
lyrics for all of you:
A police car and a screaming siren -A pnuematic drill and ripped up concrete -A baby waiting and stray dog howling -The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking -
that's entertainment.
A smash of glass and the rumble of boots -An electric train and a ripped up 'phone booth -Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat -Lights going out and a kick in the balls -
that's entertainment.
Days of speed and slow time Mondays -Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday -Watching the news and not eating your tea -A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls -
that's entertainment.
Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning -Opening the windows and breathing in petrol -An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard -Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays -
that's entertainment.Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes -Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume -A hot summers' day and sticky black tarmac -Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were faraway -
that's entertainment.
Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight -Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude -Getting a cab and travelling on buses -Reading the graffiti about slashed seat affairs -
that's entertainment.
Okay, I am going to be a "real" person and stuff. I'll let you know if
I get the job. I am all for the advancement of third world countries. CIAO!
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
"cliche, I know"
I haven't updated in a while
"I know, but the speed of the world was sane up to the point when I fell asleep last night. Beyond that I can't be sure."
A few things:
1. ice skating
2. DURAN DURAN (tonight!)
3. Restaurant etiquette and behavior
4. music. cowbell and drums.
5. writing for wimps
I like the word wimp just like the word automatic but not quite. you put them together and you get automatic-wimp. I wonder what this means. I think about Ryan Adams and cold roses.
and, how much I want to drive down a highway (like really fast). I want to do this without speed limits or whatever. I want to f'n fly. I've said this before but I think I mean it this time.
Right now, I am listening to Ryan Adams' cover of WONDERWALL.
"And, I am sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now ."
peace mofo. yeah, right on!
"I know, but the speed of the world was sane up to the point when I fell asleep last night. Beyond that I can't be sure."
A few things:
1. ice skating
2. DURAN DURAN (tonight!)
3. Restaurant etiquette and behavior
4. music. cowbell and drums.
5. writing for wimps
I like the word wimp just like the word automatic but not quite. you put them together and you get automatic-wimp. I wonder what this means. I think about Ryan Adams and cold roses.
and, how much I want to drive down a highway (like really fast). I want to do this without speed limits or whatever. I want to f'n fly. I've said this before but I think I mean it this time.
Right now, I am listening to Ryan Adams' cover of WONDERWALL.
"And, I am sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now ."
peace mofo. yeah, right on!
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
travel feature
I am working on a travel feature on Cambodia.
This is all I have so far:
Women are not allowed to touch Buddhist Monks in Cambodia.
I found this out the hard way.
Okay, I don't like it. It's a dry opening. But, It's a start. This is usually what happens. I write 12 openings and then end up starting with the middle of the article.
Oi!
I am sick and Ross won't stop listening to AC DC.
I can't get Tnt out of my head.
See me ride out of that sunset
On your color TV screen
Out for all that I can get
If you know what I mean
Women to the left of me
And women to the right
Ain't got no gun
Ain't got no knife
Don't you start no fight
Cause I'm T.N.T
I'm dynamite T.N.T. and I'll win that fight
T.N.T. I'm a power load
T.N.T. watch me explode
I'm dirty, mean and mighty unclean
I'm a wanted man
Public enemy number one
Understand?
So lock up your daughter
Lock up your wife
Lock up your back door
And run for your life
The man is back in town
So don't you mess around
Cause I'mT.N.T.
I'm dynamiteT.N.T.
and I'll win the fightT.N.T.. I'm a power load
T.N.T. watch me explode
what would it feel like to explode?
I can't get Tnt out of my head.
See me ride out of that sunset
On your color TV screen
Out for all that I can get
If you know what I mean
Women to the left of me
And women to the right
Ain't got no gun
Ain't got no knife
Don't you start no fight
Cause I'm T.N.T
I'm dynamite T.N.T. and I'll win that fight
T.N.T. I'm a power load
T.N.T. watch me explode
I'm dirty, mean and mighty unclean
I'm a wanted man
Public enemy number one
Understand?
So lock up your daughter
Lock up your wife
Lock up your back door
And run for your life
The man is back in town
So don't you mess around
Cause I'mT.N.T.
I'm dynamiteT.N.T.
and I'll win the fightT.N.T.. I'm a power load
T.N.T. watch me explode
what would it feel like to explode?
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