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Another Survey

2008-10-27T18:00:20Z

Tagged by paco
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Seven things that scare you:
1. The Unknown (seriously)
2. My mother's rage
3. Poorly-lit streets and eskinitas in Manila
4. My diseases (gastroenteritis for life)
5. Ipis and other crawling creatures
6. -
7. - (wow, i'm not so scared! big girl na siya!)

Seven things you like the most:
1. Music
2. Exploration
3. Good company
4. Chocolate
5. Great reads (books, magazines)
6. Art and the people that go with it
7. Introspection

Seven important things in your room:
1. Technology (erm. laptop, ext hard drive, iPod, cds, slr)
2. Moleskine! (mine as well)
3. Books (amen)
4. My wardrobe
5. Pictures
6. Old journals
7. Stashie

Seven random facts about you:
1. I'm having my hypochondriac phase roit now
2. I clean my room when I get super depressed (hey, whaddaya know. my room's the cleanest it's ever been roit now)
3. I enjoy my daily Katipunan to Recto train rides, especially when I get to sit down and read a book while listening to music (yes, all these elements must be there)
4. I strike a deal with myself to not cut my hair until *something* happens
5. I suck at True Healthy Living despite being vegetarian and occasional running
6. I spend more than 12 hours at work most of the time
7. I got to be second runner up Little Miss Malimpuec (a small town in Pangasinan) when I was a kid. During talent portion, I sang "From A Distance", until mid-song I ran to my mom's seat and refused to go back to the kiddie pageant. Then my dad (to save my little ass) finished the song for me on stage, as the entire song (on minus one hahaha) did not stop playing. HAHA. Why I still got an award, that I have no idea.

Seven things you plan to do before you die:
1. Travelcore (See this entry)
2. Befriend Morrissey
3. Design my own house
4. Run my yoga/pilates place with a healthy diner downstairs
5. Remove vices in my life
6. Love
7. Be loved

Seven things you can do:
1. InDesign skillz yo
2. Listen to people
3. Forget the time
4. Work 48 hours straight (erm, see number 3)
5. Re-answer this survey TWICE as I have accidentally typed the keyboard shortcut for "back" on this web browser, thus eliminating my answers for the next 4 topics.
6. Feign interest (totally diff from number 2)
7. Drink Oktoberfest beer in my room

Seven things you can't do:
1. Quit vices yet
2. Become a looker
3. Maintain a long-term exercise plan
4. Exude confidence in public speeches/ reports/ whatever
5. Life/ figure drawings to save my sorry ass
6. Stop downloading music
7. Sing (ditto)

Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex:
1. Fashion sense (not v. particular about this, as long as there's an attempt at uniqueness)
2. Mad skillz (bass? art? writing? glass blowing? whatever)
3. Interesting taste in music
4. Love for literature and/or writing
5. Has his own share of Pinoy humor/ pop/ ka-bakyaan
6. Gentlemanliness
7. Passion for passion :o) Passion for life! For real :o)

Seven things you say the most:
1. Hey man
2. Watap
3. Tsk
4. Chos (lately)
5. Talaga? / For real?
6. Hello Mam/sir
7. Yessir

Seven celeb crushes (whether local or foreign)
1. Daniel Day-Lewis
2. Sean Connery (geriatric luv)
3. Johnny Depp (ok. I have the hots for those method actors)
4. Louie Talan
5. Jon Avila
6. Tom Morello
7. Giancarlo Giannini (hahahhaha!), Al Pacino (Godfather days)

Seven people you want to see to take this quiz:
1. turningthirteen
2. chayenne
3. coolyerjetsman
4. deadcake
5. smallfurryalien
6. pasweet_lang 7. you

(btw. "norma" is such a sixties name. haha. do you know anybody named norma nowadays? as in someone you or someone you know hang out with? :op )

Mayonaise

2008-10-25T19:52:06Z

Hello 2:28 AM!

2008-10-22T18:56:04Z

I'd like to say that there are so many cool people in this world. Groundbreaking thought, eh? Haha. It feels a-shitty now that I went home early (as in 11:30 pm-ish early, wujubilib?) but hardly feeling sleepy though I am a-tired already.

Check Me Out

2008-05-03T13:53:25Z

I'm on Wordpress and loving it!

Sam Taylor-Wood

2008-04-29T11:00:02Z

One of the finer contemporary photographers whose work I've come across with.

Here are some photos from her Bram Stoker's Chair series:

this is my favorite of the series

if you'd notice, the woman casts a shadow, while the chair doesn't.
if that's not amazing enough, then how about this: Sam Taylor-Wood is the subject AND photographer.
mind-bender.

What...

2008-04-08T05:58:20Z

It's frickin' two pee em in the office and i'm not in the mood to do anything. anyfuckingthing.
but i've heaps to accomplish. leche...
haay. good thing, tomorrow i'll begin my dance classes with kat. something to look forward to.
whoo.

i need a ladder. a ladder, please, quick.

my 50 confessions. (my ass)

2008-01-07T18:46:58Z

looong time no survey! let's do this for 2008.

1. The phone rings, who do you want it to be?
-- Nobody from work. ;) haha

2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?
-- no

3. If you had to kiss the last person you kissed again, would you?
-- aha! hmmm. with a different intention, perhaps? mwhahaha

4. Do you take compliments well?
-- i just say thanks.

5. Do you play Sudoku?
-- i don't have time to think and i'm too impatient for it

6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness would you survive?
-- lemme see... basic mountaineering course? check. basta i have my full pack with me :p

7. If your house were on fire, what would be the first thing you would save?
-- my pangkabuhayan showcase! mackenzie laptop and external hard drive

8. Who was the last person you slept in the bed with?
-- errr.. kelloggs? hahaha

9. Who do you text the most?
-- paco, paul, kelloggs!

10. Favorite childrens book?
-- ah... all dr. seuss and roald dahls and silversteins i've read! and of course, sam and the firefly by p.d. eastman!

11. Eye color?
-- dark brown?

12. How tall are you?
-- 5' pwe!

13. If you could do it over again, start from scratch, would you?
-- alin dun? ahh

14. Any secret admirers?
-- nah.

15. When was the last time you were at Olive Garden?
-- never?

16. Favorite ex..?
-- err...?

17. Where was the furthest place you traveled?
-- mindanao. shet gotta explore the world

18. Do you like mustard?
-- yiz, with passion!

19. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?
-- they're both non-negotiables

21. Do you miss anyone?
-- yeah. ;)

22. Can you do splits?
-- i once was uber flexible. was a ballerina for some time back in grade school and a (ehem) a cheerdancer from gs to hs

23. What movie do you want to see right now?
-- dancer in the dark!

24. What did you do for New Years Eve?
-- drank a lot of wine and beer and ate a lot of cheeeeeese and sushi

25. Do you think The Grudge was crappy?
-- it was tad creepy at moments but i had to put up a brave facade when i watched it cos i was with my sister who was too chickened-out for the film

26. Was your mom a cheerleader?
-- nope, though she was ms. baranggay something during her glory days haha

27. Whats the last letter of your middle name?
--A

28. Are you hispanic?
-- err. no

29. Do you like care bears?
-- yeah!!

30. What do you buy at the Movies?
-- nachos, popcorn, tall iced tea, chocolates (but not necessarily all at the same time)

31. Do you know how to play poker?
-- yep

32. Do you wear your seatbelt?
-- yiz

33. What do you wear to sleep?
-- comfy ratty shirt and supersoft shorts

34. Anything big ever happen in your CITY?
-- somebody's ego, i guess

35. Is your hair straight or curly?
-- straight, but becomes wavy when long

36. Is your tongue pierced?
-- nep

37. Do you like Liver and Onions?
-- no-oh

38. Do you like funny or serious people better?
-- people aren't all that flat, right? either funny or serious?

39. Ever been to L.A.?
-- no

40. Who is on your mind right now?
-- rather, why is that person occupying my mind?!

41.any plans 4 tonight?
-- just got home, dear

42. Whats your fav. songs at the moment?
-- felt's primitive painters

43. Do you hate chocolate?
-- how can i hate my soulmate?

44. What do you and your parents fight about the most?
-- my bullheadedness

45. Are you a gullible person?
-- i'd like to think not so :p

46. Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy?
-- no. but life can be more enjoyable with one :D

47. If you could have any job what would it be?
-- ahh... JOB. i'd rather not be asked this question

48. Are you easy to get along with?
-- yowza. haha feeler

49. What is your favorite time of day?
-- just before sleeping (which fluctuates anytime between 12 mn-5 am)

50. Are you generally a happy person?
-- i'm trying to be ;)

Repost as: My 50 Confessions.
or else something very bad will happen to you tonight

lelelulu @ 2007-11-24T00:12:00

2007-11-23T16:19:27Z

i think i'm pretty much...

dare i say it?

:)

nah. baka maudlot. haha

fuckabootangina!

2007-10-23T16:07:51Z

yes. because the internet is such a great distraction, i will write the most eloquent journal entry titles.

dahil poet din ako pa-minsan...

2007-10-21T16:29:40Z

It stings my tongue

like fine needles on a
patch of sandskin
Diluted, dissipated
A bit of pain lingers but it's a welcome hurt

I don't taste the bold comeuppance. It's all
just a dark liquid seething
searing through my throat.
Masochistic and elating
it seizes; it bolts--
a welcome hurt.

I welcome this hurt.
Sip more, until this routine
of needle- diluting- disillusion-delusion

a
flash.

Brewing of desensitized senses.
Travail to stoicism.

***

Naks naman. Naisulat ko yang walang kwentang tula noong September, nung sabay-sabay yung iba kong raket pati ang day job. (Haha, hanggang ngayon pa rin naman, dear.) Nasa Seattle's Best Katip ako as usual, uminom ng Extra-Large Cafe Americano na sobrang tapang, walang creamer at sobrang laki na hindi ako pinatulog buong gabi. Ayan tuloy, napatula(la) ako.

Wala lang, just wanted to share. Kasi hindi ko talaga kayang magtrabaho ng tuloy-tuloy pag online ako. Isang malaking distraction sa pagtapos ng raket ang hi-speed internet connection. Dapat sa akin dial-up lang na 52kbps. HA.

fuck naman eh

2007-10-18T18:44:50Z

sarado daw ang mt. pulag ngayon dahil sa mga nagkalat na bandido sa benguet area. fuck!

excited pa naman ako umakyat. tuloy mapipilitan akong magpunta ng party sa absinthe at makipag-lunch sa kung saang lugar.

hayy. gusto ko lang talaga umakyat.

no excitement for me now, really

2007-10-14T02:17:03Z

it's always just a matter of carpe diem, everyday. i wonder if its meaning still holds true when without excitement. seize the day without excitement.

haha, that sounds odd. and stupid.

"it's patient waiting that's good for the heart and food for the soul."

while waiting for my materials to be finally downloaded so i can begin making "ratrat (hahaha)" with my layouts, here i am. i can't think of any profound thing to say.

ha, just like the ol' lj days. blogging without meaning. everything doesn't have to mean something. sometimes, things should have no meaning. or probably have a shallow one, but that means it still has a meaning, though shallow.

bleeh. bubwak.

i'm looking forward to my trips next weekend and during the christmas vacation. it's going to be my first christmas vacation without mi familia. and first time i'll be celebrating my new year's day at some remote place with my friends.

the process of d e t a c h me n t

let's see.

oh, and by the way...

someone wants a fucking leica.

hah, if it weren't too expensive.

the dark queen is back

2007-10-06T10:49:09Z

Siouxsie, The Gothmother and splatterpunk woman is still amazingly aplomb at 50! Radar magazine interviews her after leaving a party in NY filled with ""too many little blondies."

Excerpt:

Radar: Your old guitarist, Cure frontman Robert Smith, is set to do a duet with Ashlee Simpson. Do you think he should be killed for treason?
Siouxsie: Who is Ashlee Simpson?

this should be called 'deadjournal'

2007-10-05T19:01:14Z

i will try to write a longish entry as a result of paco's attempt to make me feel depressed. hurrah, i ain't! i ain't the slightest depressed of a lass! for me now, being nostalgic doesn't equate to being sad.

funny how i managed to become stoic because i chose to be stoic. the mind is such a powerful tool. (haha, i spelled powerful as "powerfool" while writing mwahaha. ya foo'!) with the process of constant reinforcement: a self-brainwashing exercise that i "feel okay" and "am better where i am now" does have its merits. for one, i don't feel as incompetent and as inadequate unlike before when i always had to size up to other people. doing my shit well and having nary a care in the world are a potent anesthesia.

(okay, paco, here comes the nostalgia part. if you can call it that!)

after grad, i had my worst times. it was the worst: crawling away from the double-jeopardy of past, days and nights laced with the greatest vices, and generally feeling sad, lonely, doomed. twisting morrissey's words, the lights always went out. i was always sick and crying. i was jumping from one company to the next, not knowing what to achieve. i had no idea what i wanted to do. i was always at war with my thoughts. i was always plagued with regrets and with what i couldn't get. i was always desiring for something unreal. (unreal isn't the same as dreams.)

but it was also, yes dickens, the best of times. though those were my most vulnerable, i unwittingly but steadily developed my support system. friends over beer, over coffee, over chai tea lattes, over tokwa, over ym, over time helped me crawl away from that emotional shithole i was in.

i still get sad from time to time, but not as often and as intense like i used to be. teenage angst is real, and i guess i'm past deadline.

probably because work is like alcohol. you get intoxicated and drunk. before you know it, you're already asleep, then you wake up sober the next day. sometimes you get a hangover. so even if you've been meaning to engage in a thirty-minute introspection on how the day was or your boss treated you, you just end up dozing off to lalaland. and then another day comes and passes. and passes. and passes. stet.

that's probably why there's a term called "workaholic." and that's probably where i'm headed to becoming. yep, i'm going through the new-age evolution of (wo)man. i'm filling the proverbial mold. did i just say proverbial? yuck.

i'm not in a high state of bliss, but i feel at peace. let's just make a kamustahan again after, let's say, five months. you know how i like the word "change".

paco, you're trying to tell me i don't realize how sad this cycle has become. honestly? i am feeling better now. i am okay now.

i was supposed to buy a dslr...

2007-09-27T14:47:46Z

but ended up buying an armani exchange leather satchel. ha ha! suckered into the materialistic shitniz [sic]. oh god, hope i don't end up being a matronix chenes chuvanes.

what the fuck?

this is not jobelle writing.
goodbye.

super bored.

2007-09-19T11:26:35Z

Leaves
Mikael de Lara Co

Sometimes the wind hates the city and begins to speak
in a language that only the leaves understand. I've learned
not to mind anymore. Sometimes the wind says something,
and sometimes it says nothing, and I can't distinguish when.
I've learned not to say anything about things I can't understand,
like how the moon seems sadder, larger, when sidewalks
keep absolutely still, or how, when car engines drone
in the distance, one is reminded of dragonflies, the way their wings
love movement, so much that one begins to think of a steady fire,
or a river seen from afar, or sometimes, nothing at all. But then
morning comes and the streetlamps are left on and I am left struggling
with the concept of change. Or the concept (how are they different?)
of suffering, the blank calligraphy of dawn that reminds one
of a leave-taking, the way the city silences the wind so fully,
so ruthlessly, that when light remembers to hold itself up to you,
the shadows begin to look like the ghosts of fallen leaves.

x x x

haay. ang galing mo talaga.

witching hour

2007-09-13T18:47:31Z

so i'm being haunted by noonies in the office. my shoelaces, which i always tie to a double knot, unraveled twice. my work entails me sitting down in front of the pc; nothing more. the next day, two unknown 'entities' sent me a message through YM. the first one's username is "solacnud" and the message was, "But for now, it's all good". the second didn't have a username, and the message was "null".

what the ?! our ea, rochelle, told me that how will a 'person' send me a message through YM without logging into/ with a username?

absurdo to the maximum level!

if only i could be stoic about these things much like i am with the daily grind. but if this continues to be my fate for the next n years i'm in MB then, goooooodluck. i do hope that prayer will be a potent amulet.

demn. fo shiznit.

hee hee

2007-08-28T13:48:15Z

toothpastefordinner.com

x x x

why do i always play the go-between?!!?
i'm such a pacifier pisces.
medyo nahihirapan din ako, friends.

just wanted to share

2007-08-27T17:21:49Z

follows is a story written by my friend, mark ponce. pero tawag lang namin sa kanya, ompong. at mahusay pala siyang magsulat. thought you, my friends, would appreciate this too.

x x x

Swim Buddies,

that’s what they were.

Jerome and Emma decided to swim together during a random Friday night dinner (neither of them were booked for dates or parties then), after noticing they had gained considerable weight since they last met three months ago. Both of them attribute their flab to their work: community development required Jerome to travel frequently, which made him lonely, consequently causing him to eat a lot. Emma handled accounts for a medium-sized ad agency, which paid okay, gave her good exposure, and was otherwise hell. Stress made her eat a lot.

They agreed to block off two hours of their Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays to swim together at the pool in their old university. Then, over coffee, they talked a little, speaking generally and leaving out details they would normally share with close friends. Such was their friendship: they only met in convenience, and spoke the safe, noncommittal talk of acquaintances.

Over the next few weeks, she found out that she swam thrice the laps he did, that he was restricted to freestyle and breaststroke. Emma, a varsity swimmer in grade school, won silver twice at consecutive regional meets. She did not remember why she stopped competing. He, on the other hand, did not learn how to swim until five years ago, which he blames on the childhood memory of cruel uncles and slimy starfish during a family vacation in Matabungkay. When he turned eighteen, Jerome committed to spend the rest of his adult life perfecting his swim style and breathing.

After every swim, she would critique his form and give him tips (the inefficiency of his freestyle unnerved her), and learned he did not quite have the aptitude towards learning the tumble-turn—the semi-dive-turn-and-kick from the tiles at the end of the lane.

Their swim schedule would be only be interrupted by Jerome’s short trips once or twice a month, otherwise they would swim regularly, M-W-Fs.

Emma did not swim whenever Jerome was away. She never swam alone. The sterile world of blue tiles and bubbles she saw through her goggles, for some reason, was the perfect setting for a festering hand to reach out and grab her leg. Jerome’s fear was of the typical sort: sharks. His theory, however, was that sharks attacked only those who feared the water, and believed that once he achieved the confidence of a champion swimmer, they would never touch him.

They always ate out and smoked after a swim. Later on, she began telling him about issues at home, at work, and of certain life choices she’d rather not make at this point. He described to her beautiful, quiet places he chanced upon while traveling (which made her feel lonely). They supplied refreshingly objective advice to each other, the kind strangers prescribe to fellow strangers. Once, they held hands, good medication against loneliness and stress. They never kissed. Emma had a boyfriend, and besides, she and Jerome were too immersed in their own lives to see each other beyond swim buddies.

They were into their sixth month of swimming when he disappeared. Police found a pair of his slippers pointed towards the horizon, in a secluded Dumaguete beach. A year after, Jerome’s family, having gone through the terrible ordeal of searching and finding nothing, decided to find closure for themselves by holding his wake. Emma did not cry. Instead, she ended up consoling Jerome’s close friends (whom she knew from college) who sobbed loudly during the funeral. Most of them hoped he was still alive. In her heart, however, she knew exactly what happened to him, absently wondering how far he had gone before he realized he was afraid, after all. She told her boyfriend about this, and no one else.

To this day, she swims, M-W-Fs. Her boyfriend and her friends swim with her sometimes, but they fall in and out of her tight swimming schedule, busy with their own lives.

Emma has been swimming alone for more than a year now.

She had developed a trim, evenly-toned figure, and the compliments never cease. She wonders when she would get tired of swimming, and when she would finally feel his cold and clammy touch on her leg.

x x x

my aching legs are a sign of being un...fit

2007-08-27T10:30:26Z

what a weekend spent in mt. mariveles, tarak ridge. last time i went there was during my second training climb as a loyola mountaineers applicant. now, after almost three years i came back to the same mountain, looking almost ten pounds heavier with my slight paunch (haha, slight daw.) need to lessen my alcohol intake ^^

in my early years of climbing (or during my first few climbs), i used to think that mountain trails and terrains here in the luzon area look boring because they all look the same. they only differ in the "view" that the mountain offers when at the peak or in clearings. but now after summiting numerous peaks and even repeatedly climbing some, trails begin to hold meaning and become pockets of memories. i feel nostagic whenever i have to duck because of hovering thorns. of course i easily walk under it, so i hoot to my taller hiking buddies, "the perks of being small." but with a good comeback they boast, "the perks of being tall," when i have to romance and saddle over a fallen trunk to get to the other side. i remember those downhill mud trails waiting for a snooty, feeling-angas at -mabilis climber to gleefully glide through it and make a grand finale by making crop circles with his/her own body on the tall, cushion-y cogon grass in the periphery.

but of couse, there are far too much stories and oh too many trails. i'm sure i wouldn't get tired of walking through these terrains of memory. although i can say i remember these vignettes better when i'm out there. that's probably reason enough for climbing even the most "petix" mountain again and again and again.

speaking of mountains, i'm listing down what i've summited so far:
(yehey. yabang list)
1. Mt. Daguldol, San Juan, Batangas (July 2004, March 2006)
2. Mt. Mariveles, Tarak ridge, Bataan (August 2004, August 2007)
3. Mt. Pulag, Benguet (Akiki-Ambangeg trail October 2004, Tawangan-Ambangeg trail October 2005, Ambangeg-Ambangeg trail February 2007)
4. Mt. Dulang-Dulang, Bukidnon (?) (April 2005)
5. Mt. Dulang-Dulang- Mt. Kitanglad traverse, Bukidnon (April 2006)
6. Mt. Apo, Davao (April 2005, April 2006)
7. Mt. Pico de Loro, Cavite (January 2005, May 2006, mid-year 2006)
8. Mt. Silyang Bato, Cavite (?) (Nov 2006)
9. Mt. Maculot, Batangas (December 2004)
10. Mt. Cristobal, Laguna (August 2005, August 2006)

Sa kaakyat ko, naging ganito itsura ko.

ahaha. bored. liligo na nga muna ako. yuck baho.

ay syet p.s. ang saya laruin ng wii!!! panalo, pangparty talaga! parang playstation na may body coordination na nangyayari. pagkatapos kasi ng climb nung linggo, direcho kaming lm sa party nila pappy, iya, mon at meyo. tapos yun, inuman, videoke at wii hanggang inabot na kami ng morning. nakakahiya sa kapitbahay nila pappy sobrang ingay kasi namin. at sobrang astig nung disco lights na gawa sa kalahating bao ng niyog at pira-piraso ng salamin na pinailawan ng big-ass flashlight. nice.

before i turn into a thirty-something, i would

2007-08-09T14:27:42Z

...have windburns from climbing summits, and perhaps have a frost-bitten toe. then laugh about it while drinking with sherpas.
... been lovestruck by the River Seine, amazed by lights of Eiffel and feel a bit woozy from downing too much cheap merlot wine.
... not worry to have my hair ruffled while scooting with a trusty ol' Vespa through the streets of Tuscany, or maybe Florence.
... almost get collared with swindling red hairs in Tijuana. on second thought, maybe not.
...snicker at the memory of tending sheep, cows and horses in a moldy, remote town in New Zealand just to get enough money to head to Perth for some hang ten.
... bat an eyelash at ganguros in Harajuku, just because I almost look like them with my super tanned skin and sun-bleached hair.
... return to Marikina and serve endless Tanduay to my buddies. then i would dole out random pasalubong (like a dried leaf from Calgary or some ethnic bracelets from everyplacepossible)

and probably, just maybe, we'll have an hour or two together. but of course by then, i might be too self-absorbed to notice you.

david lynch! right on!

2007-08-03T10:02:09Z

Your Score: David Lynch

Your film will be 51% romantic, 44% comedy, 39% complex plot, and a $ 32 million budget.

We apologize now. Future generations will view your life story by David Lynch and not know what the hell just happened. A lot of events occur around you, but you seem to be involved in all the wrong ways. Even you probably think your life is WEIRD. And if not you, everyone else thnks so and tries to tell you but you won't listen. In your movie: Why does that bald lady insist on sitting on that basketball she carries inside that milk crate? Robert Blake will play your grandfather, and Kyle MacLachlan will play your dad. Go see Wild at Heart, Lost Highway, Mulholland Dr., and, if it's in a town near you, his new film, INLAND EMPIRE with Laura Dern.

Link: The Director Who Films Your Life Test written by bingomosquito on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test

stalker, creepy

2007-07-30T13:33:04Z

sobrang infatuated ako sa taong ito.
i just... *haay!*
basta, i dig older men.

HA HA HA

density intensity

2007-07-24T14:49:37Z

stoned stoner hearts of stone like to keep it cold. sometimes, sometimes.

haay

2007-07-22T15:30:10Z

i'm scared. i'm apprehensive. i'm not so sure.
i'm leaving my freelancing life! what? what? what!

let's see if this is so going to be worth it.
hello to a creative routine.

i'm so scared. but i'm also excited.