oh. my. gawd.

April 15, 2008

good times. great literature. words on paper. plastic bottles. tin cans.

a good read. the warm embrace of my bed lulling me to sleep.

craziness issues of the homeless insane. surrealism. Gillianic writing.

cellphone. texting. it can create… and destroy friendship… of rather long standing—>says with cowboy accent.

it was over before it even began.

i was only fooling myself.

i kept on fooling myself.

i’m sorry.

regression of the untamed beast.

lost in the information superhighway.

mountains upon mountains of pure gold.

soiled pants. crumpled paper. listening to underoath in the afternoon.

a cup of coffee. spongebob squarepants. hey who took my tsinelas??

life in the form of a shadow.

inside this dank cell of a bedroom.

no more love. no more hate.

tears!

oh! my mascara’s getting wet, running over my face.

gasp!

drowning in a pool of blood.

swallowed by life’s overwhelming bleakness.

what a shame to be tormented by your own mind.

help?

help!

statue?

tissue!

and then no more.

O quote this dead person and maketh him famous!

In an attempt to say something poetic, I ended up collecting “quotable quotes.” It was one of those boring after-graduation days when you have nothing to do but entertain yourself with things around you. So, I grabbed me a pen and a pad of paper and started writing. Then, in the middle of my scribling I observed that my words had a rather casual tone, almost bland and boring. I tried and tried but all that came out were diary-ish stuff. I then remembered that I kept a collection of quotes from novels and short stories I’ve read. These quotes strike me as piercing, especially if you’re in love. ^_^ Here are some of those quotes. Now if only I could find the rest of them in my messy room…

In time - with time - their weeks together would fade into a darkly kept secret, a cache of brief riches to be uncovered and touched at odd moments. And then no more, for life was lived for active memories; the dormant ones lost meaning.

- “The Bourne Identity” by Robert Ludlum

 

My heart has never loved him, although I have done my best to hide my true feelings.

- Brunhild the Valkyrie from the Norse epic Sigurd the Dragon Slayer

Boredom has made an artist out of me

April 14, 2008

All i do is eat, sleep, watch TV every day! My life’s so boring right now. No more school. No work. I’m losing my friends. I lost a friend. I have nothing to do, no one to talk to. Grrr… I hate this life. Everything changed yesterday when I grabbed a pen and a pad of paper. I started writing and sketching again. By the end of the day, I made a short story, several poems and lots of drawings and sketches of human faces. I’ll post some of my works tomorrow. In the meantime, let me rant about how boring life can be.

So it’s been a month after graduation. Yeah, just finished college. My education is complete. It’s been… good. Eat, sleep, watch TV - my to do list everyday. Yep, can’t seem to get any better than this. This is the life!

But really, who am I kidding? I’m bored!!

I want something to do, something fulfilling, something worth wasting time. But I feel too lazy to do anything! I need a job. That way I’ll be forced to work, to move my body and get to somewhere farther than our own backyard. I’m a bum, a lazy bum.

Finishing college was what I always wanted before. But now that I have, I realized that I didn’t want to graduate yet. Scool was my life. It was the only thing I knew what to do. I spent sixteen long years out of my twenty years of existence going to school. Then suddenly, in just a blink of an eye, student life disappeared.

I still want to rant some more but i’m hungry. I haven’t had lunch yet. I’ll add some more complains later. See ya!

Phooey!!

These clams are stale, old woman!!

Feed me poison, will you??

Well we’ll see who’ll curl up and die

once i shove these baneful mollusks up your–

Oh fuck! Where’s the bathroom?!

I have to barf!!