Wednesday, April 28, 2010

"Bitch, do you know who the fuck I am?"

You're a spoiled kid who lives off daddy who can't make his own living. You abuse women. And you're insane in the membrane.

Anywhere the wind blows, doesn't really matter, to me.

Yesterday I cruised down the highway, got baked and got lost in dubstep. I ended up in Craik, where I ate chicken mixed with bacon, doused in buffalo sauce on a big leaf of lettuce, with the freshest soup imaginable. And then I ran around a small town and aimlessly shot photos. A bad day turned beautiful, and it ended with a big bang.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Moving planets.

You can't catch me, I'm running too fast. I'm running till I fly and nothing can keep me grounded. I'm living life at the speed of light. No jesters can fool me, no knights in shining armour can save me. I fight my own battles and steal my own gold. I shape my own swords and design my own armour. And one day I'll rule my own castle, and there will be no kings. Because I am, and always will be my own ruler and king.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Life is easier behind them blues.

I've always had an impervious weakness for blue eyes. Now that I've invested in a pair, I realize that they are deadly weapons. Blue eyed folk, I now fully understand your sly ways. You can't fool me. Oh. But you really can.

I got love for you if you were born in the 80's.

Calvin Harris and bedroom cleaning is like Mac and cheese. Add a dash of herbs and its MUAH.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Rainbows on the horizon.

Travelling on a whim is the best way to travel. And next week I'm making a beeline for Vancouver the second the clock strikes payday.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

I am your host. Thanks for being here. I am Single.

I am about to watch Russell Peters comedies by myself, and I wish I had someone to share the laughs and sit close with, so I can die laughing and bury my face in their arms. And rub my tears on their sleeve- tears from laughing so damn hard.

Ah yes, pathetic, lonely me.

My life is so substantial, but it lacks substance. Substance being that one person I can have an intelligent conversation with on the daily. Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of people to talk to who are awesome and we talk about awesome things. But that ONE person, that I can talk to about absolutely anything and everything. I realized this yesterday. Having someone to talk to keeps me sane.

I'm starting to notice a pattern here. All I talk about is being single. But then again technically we were put on this earth so that we can meander and bump into somebody. And then create another somebody. So I suppose I'm just being human.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

I miss you, I'm goin back home to the west coast.

Sometimes a fragment of unexpected news can brighten up your day, or even week, even if it seems temporarily and vaguely significant. The fact that it reaches your ears is musical enough. I smiled from ear to ear and wanted to hug myself, a little bit.

I decided randomly the other day that if I don't find a significant other by 30, I am adopting. Even if I am single, I refuse to lack my own family. Sort of a depressing thought for me to be thinking at this age, but a large sum of women in my family have a curse of being single for the remainder of their lifetimes and if I have that curse, well I'd like to experience raising kids at the very least.

I got a new job! HELLO!

Oh and you are so beautiful and awesome, I stumble over my very own words when I see you. It's quite embarassing. I used to be confident at one point but you make me so shy I practically stutter when I talk to you. Hopeless, oh so hopeless.

I have also concluded that I want to spend a day doing volunteer work at the Friendship Inn this weekend. After working at footlocker, I've developed a love for "inner city" kids. Or I could possibly do a big sister program? I just want to look after some kids and be there for them. Children are so rad and amazing. They never fail to generate a smile off my face, and I'd like to do the same for them.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Materialism is only wrong when you don't appreciate what you have.

Throughout my whole life I'd been dependent on the loved ones around me for my material things. Now I can officially say that I work hard for the things on my back. And I am truly proud.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Creative minds.

After I spent a day with Tion, Robert, Zac and Del. It made me realize that I just need to get to a bigger city. I don't belong in tight spaces. This growing mind of mine needs a bigger playground. Home is comfort, but elsewhere is an opportunity for me to be free.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

I need to escape.

I keep deepening the gashes in my heart faster than they can heal. If I keep this up I will have nothing left. My insecurity around the opposite gender is devouring me. My radar for a potential broken heart is getting so sensitive, I'm scared the right person will come my way but i'll reject them for fear of getting hurt. I'm beginning to expect getting hurt before I offer anyone a chance, and then I push them away too swiftly. If I ever fall victim to you, please have mercy on me. Don't inflate my hopes if you're planning to pop them afterwards. I'm too fragile right now.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Normality is over-rated.

I may be strange. But name one iconic genius who wasn't. I'm not saying I'm a genius. Or iconic. I'm just saying...

Strangeness is greatness. Be strange. Be yourself. Who gives a damn what people think as long as you accomplish what you want to accomplish.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010


If hiphop is dead, then how am I still livin?


There are numerous reasons as to why being Filipino is awesome.
Coming home to a fresh pot of rice at 1:00 A.M is one of them.

Finally went out and watched a movie for the first time in ages.
I'm beginning to hermit a bit.
But it feels good.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Step lightly.

I'll throw down red warning flags before you even THINK the words pootie tang. My sense of trust is a landmine.

Dreams, dreams, dreams.

I just want someone to hold. Someone I can skate with, shoot photos with, read with, drink coffee with, travel with, listen to old records with. Someone to hold my hand, and kiss me goodnight.

But I will be single for the rest of my life if it means never getting hurt again. I'm sick of getting hurt.

Where are you, whoever you are, that I'm supposed to fall in love with? I need you. I want to settle down from this crazy life of mine. And chill with you on a rainy day, and enjoy the simplicities of life.

I want to cook you epic meals and eat it outside, and listen to jams.
I want to wake up to you and hug you, and have showers in the morning.
Go to work, and come home to a smile, and go out for a drink.
Plan voyages together and shoot happy photos.
Spend a whole day at the book store and laugh at funny stories.
Skate down the street and touch hands and push eachother to land things.
Play video games and whoop eachothers asses.
Fall asleep, side by side, with books in our hands, or with an awesome movie on the television that we're too exhausted to finish watching because we'd had such an awesome day.

But right now you don't exist. And I'm quite upset, and lonely.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Hello old love.

To hell with shenanigans ... I love skateboarding!