we gon' keep bakin'

til the day we get cake
and WE DON'T CARE
WHAT PEOPLE SAY

that's a beautiful line says I...


it's soo easy to feel on the outside of everything.. out of the box.. haha.. and that feeling multiplies itself when you find yourself going to and from the library by yourself.. (such a sad sentence).. i think i need a trip to the Philippines by myself or something..

i miss being home on a regular basis..

haha.. i shouldn't complain.. i live so close to home..



i also miss my old roommate, Sandy.. i wish i was still living with you, Sandy.. haha.. i still can't believe we went a whole year with four people in that small ass apartment.. oh man those were good times though..

speaking of roommates.. Kat has just IM'ed me.. listen in..
xKATastrophic: lol do you hear that?
vale n twine: hear what??..
vale n twine: sex??..
xKATastrophic: lol i have no idea!?
vale n twine: i don't hear anything..
xKATastrophic: either that or someone singing abnoxiously
xKATastrophic: ohh..i think its in the garage.

people are having sex in our garage..

the fob show

oh mayn.. everytime i go a bindlestiff show, there's always some skit that makes me start hella thinking about it.. hella applying it to myself.. and then i hella wanna start writing about it right there.. but of course don't have my beloved blackbook.. and it's too dark there anyway.. and then i forget about what i wanted to write on the bart ride home, and besides, writing later isn't the same as writing in the moment.. you never feel the same.. in class Ruth Forman (a goddess) said that she would always write something as soon as she thought of it.. she said that one time in a club she wrote a line or stanza while she was in a club, with her lipstick.. i really wanna start being that dedicated to writing..
anyways, i hope i'm able to volunteer at bindlestiff once i graduate or something.. their scripts and their actors get the pilipino-ness of it all so much better than i've seen here, in PCNs..

i hate when you have doubleheaders where you win one and lose one.. cuz it's so unsatisfying.. it's like.. oh.. i'm not too mad or too happy..

my engineering advisor doesn't seem to have much confidence in me..

Ode to Apple Pie

a la mode
or a cappella
warm Apple Pie
you always
make me
feel
hella better
like a warm sweater
or like a shelter
in rainy weather

how you came
to us
no one knows
but I bet
the story goes

that when God
made you
for the first time
he must have said

Damn!
THIS is divine
food of the gods
no equal
I shall bless
my people
with
you
Apple Pie

so whenever
we take
that first bite
we give thanks
like we should
say
Good Lord!
This is good
the official prayer
to Apple Pie

define riordan boy

OOH! i know this one...
hahaha..

i'm just gonna say.. that from now on.. me and bryan are just gonna initiate everything ourselves.. and everybody else can just follow along.. yep..

and suddenly i realize why rommel always organized things himself.. cuz he knew that these boys were too lazy to do it themselves.. or that we're the most undecisive people in the world..

on another note.. i am not going to a party at the boondocks for a long time..

the song tell me when to go.. although it has brought this "yay" area together under one "movement"..it gives reason for people to act like they no longer have anymore sense.. i'm not trying to say that ghostriding isn't cool or funny.. or whatever the hell it's supposed to be.. i'm just saying that sometimes.. THAT SHIT IS FRICKIN STUPID!.. especially when i'm seeing stupid ass white people ghostriding in the suburbs on youtube..

i don't know how to say no sometimes.. and people like to take advantage of that.. that shit pisses me off.. but i'd never say it..

i really need to fix my untitled poem in the last post... my small group tore it up..

and to end this on a happy note.. i went to a club and politely asked a girl to dance.. and then thanked her when we finished dancing..


somebody tell what's the name of that slow hyphy song by the team..

my parents are cool

UNTITLED

9 months
before
February 14, 1985/the national day of love
something spectacular
occurred
out of love

on that day
a great man
greater than gods
titans or tiger woods
AND
a marvelous woman
more marvelous than
the sun kissing the moon
got together
to practice/their power/of procreation
out of love

see
this man
dropped out
of college
out of love
for his family
and
this woman
out of love
for her family
crossed
the fattest ocean
left
the third world
for a first class
lifestyle

21 years ago
out of love
you two
graced me
with life
so that
21 years later
I could write
this poem
out of love
for you

(by the way.. this blog entry is dedicated to cjay.. haha.. hi cjay!)

to be

thanks to P4P
i think twice every time i use a version of the verb "to be"

everytime i look at a piece of writing, i start eliminating every unnecessary word possible

haha.. it's pretty funny how critical i've become lately..

of everything..





well not of everything...
but alot of things





(i gotta figure out how to alter my template thingy.. help me superman!)