Saturday, September 30, 2006

Miss, are you wearing a bra?

That's one helluva pick up line. Yeah, as in walking-on-the-sidewalk-and-a-Ford-Lynx-pulled-over pick up. The funniest things always seem to happen to me. Maybe I really am the punchline of an incessant joke.

Monday, September 18, 2006

My whole purpose in life is just to kiss your ass

Life is one grand popularity show. Whoever strives hardest to please others wins.

If only I let it matter to me, I would be half the corporate tiger those ass-kissing smart asses are. I would be driving home in my shiny white company BMW to my fully-furnished penthouse suite in Astoria. Instead, I walk home under the heat of the sun to my Astoria-gilid apartment. It isn't all that bad once I justify my choices and actions with standing up for my principles and preserving my integrity. Haha. How noble. And depressingly pathetic. Maybe I should start acting more human... More dependent and materialistic and submissive and surreal. Less... rhetorical.

But really. I don't kick the ball towards how I think would elicit a loud applause anymore. I've learned to aim at how I'm certain the ball would hit the goal. Or maybe not subconsciously. But I wouldn't want to take away the fun in the rest of what I have to say by contradicting myself now, would I?

If you asked me, I'd say every man is better off as an island. We've been overlapping and intertwined and scrambled too much that we cannot tell anymore where one ends and the other begins. Our thoughts and emotions have been deeply influenced and saturated with too many external factors that we are already experiencing identity crises without realizing it. All men would be doing human race a favor by building bridges instead of crashing into each other... drowning whoever's weaker.

You believe this and that but do you really or do they? Where's the sense in that? You really should stop living your life by how they react to your every action. Wouldn't it be so interesting to discover a world where people actually have their own opinions and the guts to voice it out regardless if it would give them snotty remarks and raised eyebrows?

Pleasing people can be very exhausting. No wonder you always look so tired. Congratulations, though. You're Little Miss Everybody-Loves-You Barbie.

Dr. House is a hero. He is a manipulative bastard. He got shot because of his compassion (lack of)... But it is in his misery and solitude that he finds contentment and solace. Of course, that's partly because he's fictional and incredibly smart. But... whatever.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

La Vie Boheme

Emotion, devotion to causing a commotion. Creation, vacation...

[Mucho masturbation]

Bohemia is not dead, love.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

So this is LIFE

I am living in the city six years through a new millenium. It has been three months since I was sacked and I find it utterly difficult to recover from the fuck up that got me where I am now. Mistakes that are years old still manage to crawl down my back and bite my luscious ass. I realize that the little fairy tale I've written myself in has turned into a very terrible version of my cheesiest telenovela where all the other characters were against me and I couldn't even tell whether I'm the pitiful protagonist or the ever-taray powerful antagonist... Or perhaps I am both to myself. I am my own best friend and worst enemy which works for me well since I simply could not survive through my days without drama. Drama. Drama. Drama. Isn't that just my daily load of sustenance?

I confirmed I am indeed no longer the anywhere-with-booze party girl because I could not afford a single glass of my favorite WengWeng anymore. Heck, I couldn't even afford a pack of my fucking respiratory poison. One night, I walked in the rain because I couldn't afford the luxury of a cab ride. I could have run... at least I wouldn't have been soaked silly to the last thread of my lingerie. But, looking at the people scrambling past me to get to shelter, I knew running was futile. Wet is wet so why sweat myself in avoiding it.

I stood still and relished the raindrops on my face. My face must've been a disaster with my mascara webbing out. When was the last time you stood still in the rain? People are always running and taking cover in fear of being down with colds and the flu after, without giving consideration to the relief and freedom of being washed clean by the rain. Not all people can be metaphoric.

Reality snaps its fingers and I am back to my existing struggle. My wallet is thinner and emptier than Nicole Richie. Oh yeah, it's the worst anorexia. The 15th is coming... How am I gonna pay the rent?

There are times in a woman's life when she is tired and lonely and bordering on death due to starvation and she asks herself why the hell doesn't she just come running home to Mommy and Daddy and be their little bratty princess. Then, they send her an SMS. And she remembers.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Girls at the Enterprise

Walking around the Central Business District has never inspired more envy in me as when I pass by the Enterprise. Let me get off at the Enterprise please. On the streets, on the lobby, on the sidewalk, and around the corner... one look and you know who's from the Enterprise. They have the glamour, the poise, the extreme happiness that come only with the satisfaction that poor proletariats will never cease to achieve. They say the grass always seems greener on the other side. This time, the grass is peach and smells of Issey Miyake.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Japanese Weirdfest

He knocked on my door at 2 hours past midnight. Hours later, he said...

All my bags are packed; I'm ready to go
I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

Random act for cheese? Or deliberate attempt?

Whut. everrr.


Japanese are cute weird interesting whatever-adjective-you-would-only-use-to-describe-them people. These are funny-ass pranks... The first time I saw it, I laughed my ass off.

Let's welcome the -Ber season with a loud hurrah.

In case you're looking for my August posts, they're here. Ber. Brrr.