memoirs of a shisha

this one is an original....

memoirs of a shisha

- i am tobacco mixed with molasses and fruit flavors and is smoked in a hookah, from there, i was burned and made to pass through water....

memoirs of marijuana...
- ....... ???

hehehhehe

if lennon were alive...

lennon's song Love was played on the radio while i was driving back home. such a gloomy saturday. it was raining all day. i had an interview from another free lance firm =) things are looking great. if i get hired then i will have some money to study music.. naah lets just spend it on alcohol. hahaha... it would make me a better musician.

yesterday i came across a book about him. its TIME's compilation, i guess, of photos of this guy who clames to be "more famous than jesus christ". =)

if lennon was still walking right now... he would be in london... hmm., i guess not. he'd be somewhere in the pacific.

if he was alive, he'd be writing songs so surreal.. so dreamy.. yet, it would sound so eccentric.

here's one of my favorites from him.

Love is real , real is love
Love is feeling , feeling love
Love is wanting to be loved

Love is touch, touch is love
Love is reaching, reaching love
Love is asking to be loved
Love is you
You and me
Love is knowingwe can be

Love is free, free is love
Love is living, living love
Love is needed to be loved

paris lounge 2 by Day 12pm

current activity: listening to great music. =)

i wish my friends were here with me.. so they can listening along.. and id give each of them a glass of rhum and tell them... life is sweet and sexy.., as it should be. hehehe

on the playlist are:

rouge rouge
etienne de crecy
william traffic
avia...

and lots lots more ...


im trying to get into the mood, cause im currently designing for a lingerie and swimwear site..

ciao!

interview with the ....

what a day. i didnt eat lunch and had an interview at the International Academy for Film and TV. .. and no, im not getting into hollywood. i applied for web developer/designer...

the place was great, only that it is a good 1hr drive from home. =9 now that gas is getting really high.. i demand a higher pay!! lol.

maybe i should jst go to the production room and shoot a porno film of myself. lol. that would sell!., maybe., maybe not. hahahah

things are looking bright. hopefully theyd call me again next week...

i have browsed through my old documents.. here's what i got.. lyrics to smog's "new friend"

When the conversation is overAnd there's nothing left to sayI know what you're going to doSo i'm going my seperate wayYou're going to call your new friendOn the telephoneI wonder what you call himWhen i'm not homeNow this has beenGoing on every nightSince that week i left townIt really makes me thinkI shoulda stuck aroundSo i'm.. going to my living room / bedroomYou know this is apartment is so smallWe used to share a bedroomUntil you got that call
You close your doorSo firmlyThat i put upMy chinese screenBut you knowI cant hide a thing at all
Now you've got your doorsAnd i wonderWhat goes onI've got my chinese screenBut you knowI cant hide a thing at all
You've got your radio on lowTo cover the soundsBut your voice so soft, so softIt could only be heard by your new friend
I've got my radio blastingTo show that i dont care about anythingYou could possibly say to your new friend
Now you've got your doorAnd i wonderWhat goes onI've got my chinese screenBut you knowI cant hide a thing at allAnd all that i can think ofIs that how you used to be meOn the phone to youWhile your lover died.. outside..And in this chair tonightI wouldnt mind if i dieAnd left you to your new friendYour new friend
Now dont get me wrongI know.. i'm still your boyfriendBut that doesnt mean a damn thing at allAs long as you've gotYour new friend

carlos I, friends and drunk driving.

yesterday, i went to my neighbors place to hang out. we were drinking Carlos I (brandy,) and had pulotan. =) after finishing the bottle we added tanduay (rhum).. and then when i started to get a little too tipsy i went to the city to meet up with my friends karen and dennis.

there i drank beer and we watched our good friend John who played bass... I had 3 different kinds of alcohol that night, not to mention a good puff of something "cool" =)

a mixture of drinks. a mixture of friends. i was with the present, met some new ones, and got acquainted again with the old ones. it was great but totally unsafe now. i got drunk. and i had to drive back home. and while driving i was texting karen... and guess what.. i almost hit like 10 girls on the sidewalk. wow. it was really scary. it wouldve been 10 counts of negligence resulting to homicide.

speaking of mixes. (and negligence)

in total negligence to what i added in my playlist, i ended up listening to Ace of Base (i saw the sign), Alice Cooper (Eighteen-live version)... now im listening to Bic Runga. =) i wanted to be sober at least for today., but my friend's dad is having a party so i went over to their place.

oh yeah.. i realized, listening to Marcy Playground's Sherry Fraser makes me want to smoke pot. hahaha.

doo be doo.. i still cant write poetry or songs. argh.. maybe i should just stop thinking about it for a while and do some healthy exercises, like jogging.

im turning 25 this year. and nothing has changed. im still me... i still love music. and pretty girls just make me smile. =)

last movie i watched at home "Schindler's List". After reading the book "Mossad" (a book about some of the exploits of the Israeli intelligence , Mossad), i got interested about the Jewish people., and the first thing i can thought of was the movie.

12:21am,. .current music "The More you Ignore Me the Closer I Get" - Morrissey.

"if words have life, then they must have felt love, they must have pain". -erik b.

i made this line when suddenly it occured to me, that people are very careless with other people's feelings.., people's feelings in stories (fiction or not fiction).. and even deeper, the feelings of words..

we choose which word sits next.. just like "i" sitting next to "love" when "i" wanted to be closer to "you".

now i must sleep.

you write something... and then what...?

i dont know what's going on. i feel so tired. had a great time drinking with my friends last monday night (karen said she became a monster. lol) .. and now im sober.. (for 4days). aargh i hate this. i like to write about my experience in malapascua but cant. i want to write new material/songs for our comeback but cant. i want to write a goddamn poetry but cant. is this due to the lack of alcohol?

god i hate this. i want to watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless MInd. =) but my sis just mentioned the movies Pulp Fiction and my favorite "Natural Born Killers"

im done with my usual rounds.., friendster, myspace, gmail. i have a headache, and i hate myself for feeling hungry. hehehe.

and a thought came across.. what or who couldve inspired that guy who wrote "YOu're Beautiful" ?? i totally adore the song, and his voice. That.. after seeing his next song which is "Goodbye My Lover" WHOA! and i love the video too.

so much for my dream of becoming Moby, 3 months has passed and i havent been able to write some lyrics.. , the only thing i got is 2 trial versions for a downtempo song lol. im glad my friends gave me positive responses on my "songs" . i made them from fruity loops. they are supposed to be moody and instrumental.. i dont know. =P

if i had my way., id be out in a tiangge looking for boardshorts..

and yeah some ppl kid me around for starting the summer early. hehehe


grrr. i hate myself. i used to be able to write poetry that can make people cry...
now i want them to cry !!! hahaha maybe because i am happy with my life right now. i got no more mirror for my fictitious feelings. lol. and yeah, no one likes to rock on with a happy tune right? oh well maybe Weezer can get away with "...i got my hash pipe" now that is plain happy. =)

so what songs can i write? maybe it should start with

"God fucking hates me
he doesnt give me alcohol
he doesnt give me anything, cept for Tylenol"


argh. now my spine is hurting. im putting on my headphones yet my music has stopped like an hour ago already... i was listening to an mp3 which i have always thought was by TOOL, but now i am doubtful. sue me for piracy. lol

maybe im too old. im 24. im too old. i have no job, i have no money, and i wish to sleep now. and then id die, and god i hope at least one of my poems gets famous. lol.

now i remember the canvas i bought, and my set of oil brushes... fish in a can, i wasnt able to use them.

maybe i should start my day better tomorrow. life is beautiful. beautiful faces continually amaze me, and so does all the people who can write well, especially poetry.. love. tragedy... longing.

if you think you are beautiful. and if you think you can write well. cheers! im your fan.