| you're so butch |
[Dec. 15th, 2009|08:49 am] |
at Filbar's:
*picks up a magazine with a raunchy pic of Megan Fox on the cover*
"rawr. now THIS is the kind of picture you fap to!"
male cousins: O___________o
...
at timezone:
kuya and i spent an hour playing Rambo. there really is a hot satisfaction in operating a machinegun that has a secret "Rambo's Rage" button at the side.
as expected, some kid gravitated towards me. like they always seem to do.
he was a cherub-faced 5-year old who stood next to me the whole time and looked up at me like i was his hero.
he just..stared..with this weird adoration in his eyes..it was kinda freaky.
his dad picked him up and practically dragged him away from me like i was the incarnation of Bad Influence.
my kuya and cousins were laughing like crazy.
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Daniel is finally recovering.
and the Ladies are at peace once more. |
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[Dec. 6th, 2009|03:07 pm] |
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i do not
look
the way
i
feel
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[Dec. 1st, 2009|08:43 am] |
| [ | music |
| | last song, gackt | ] |
my face feels hot
and i want to die.
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[Aug. 3rd, 2009|08:19 am] |
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+You+
They say heaven is a place
I say..
Heaven is a state of being.
It’s hearing your stuttering mumbled apology;
The blurred sight and sound of you
With the smell of coffee and raspberry –
Intoxicating,
Mesmerizing,
An addiction I’d gladly give in to.
It’s the slight curve of your spine;
My fingers entwined,
Almost touching tip to tip around your wrist..
Your delicate frailty
That I dared trace
With twitching,
Trembling fingers
That longed to kiss your skin.
It’s grinning at your mask-
Of ebony glass and navy cloth;
Your pulsing light enveloped,
Shrouded,
Hastily draped in
Silver links, and leather strips
Denim jeans, and rubber soles –
All of which failed to hide
Your racing heart,
And crimson blush.
It’s your face half-buried
In the crook of my neck;
Your arms reaching over, and almost around..
Chocolate fingers entwined
Melting, molding in the sugary expanse
Eyes closed, lips parted,
Pulses pounding,
And souls bared.
It’s the scent of your hair –
Of cold summers, and stifling autumns,
Strawberry concentrate
Mixed with powdered pearls;
Caressing your stray scars
With the coldness of my fingertips
As the softness of your lips
Gently pressed against my secret wounds.
I wanted to kiss your skin,
Breathe you in,
Seep into your veins..
And fall asleep inside you.
They say heaven is a place
I say..
Heaven is a state of being..
..a state of being with you. |
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| for the Light |
[Jul. 28th, 2009|09:25 pm] |
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I see your face
in every face
but yours.
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| upon request |
[May. 20th, 2009|10:36 pm] |
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" Fate is a handsome brat prince -
and Irony is his double-edged sword." ( The Glass Sword )... whatever happens... just make sure you never ever end up like Nakago and Soi. ... |
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| owns me |
[May. 5th, 2009|11:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  peaceful | ] |
... 
God must have been
in love when
He made
you.
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| emobear |
[Jan. 8th, 2009|11:10 pm] |
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...  the sharpest thing in the world is a piece of broken heart. ... |
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| one, for now |
[Dec. 22nd, 2008|02:42 pm] |
i'm bored outta my head.
*inhales* here goes..
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Human
soft, my Lord..
soft and warm, they seem -
like something to be eaten
with a slowly softening mouth,
and a tongue that melts
and coaxes
and explores
and gently spreads all
into every crevice
of the world of the mouth.
- for a moment, savoring
the taste of dream,
feel of soul;
the chafe of pain,
bite of lust,
and the double-fist punch
of love -
before reverently gathering
all
together, once again
to slip silently down
the peaceful death of the throat;
and to be remembered
in none, but a silent moan of
"mmm.. human..."
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| prologue |
[Dec. 18th, 2008|10:04 am] |
| [ | home |
| | nowhere | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | fall for you | ] |
...
1. Newborn
the first thing i remembered was the sun.
"p-protect me.. don't ever l-leave me.."
"..as you wish, milady."
yes, the sun. and the taste of her tears.
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| of rusted gears |
[Oct. 19th, 2008|08:39 pm] |
| [ | home |
| | by the fountain | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  nh. my turn. *grin* | ] |
| [ | music |
| | twilight, kjwan | ] |
i dont want my black blood to dry out.
this sem has been all for acads..
but this time, i reckon a little oiling will get some of the black blood running again.
be gentle.. it's been a whole semester..
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*Moon Goddess*
When the night is young,
and the world is newborn-sleeping,
I feel my woman sigh...
I watch -
as she lowers her burden
and stretches her tired limbs;
like a flower, fresh-blooming
in the heated grasp of Twilight.
I watch -
as the moonlight bathes her
in an opalescent glow,
softly kissing and caressing
every inch of
softly yielding flesh.
I watch -
as she sways in the sea-breeze,
shamelessly weaving
through shadows and dreams;
each curve and dip glimmering
in her lovely moonlit dance.
I slowly reach out -
as she gives me her hand,
her soft smile dazzling and warm
and drawing me closer,
until goddess and mortal
are a heartbeat apart.
But,
I sigh -
as Dawn beats me to her,
bathing us in weak morning light;
leaving her pale
and cold
and still,
a sun-bleached sentinel
once again.
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| [belated] happy birthday drabbles |
[Oct. 13th, 2008|06:36 am] |
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i think i spent a good 10 minutes circling like a vulture in that shiny little jewelry shop.
i kept thinking what can i give her that she doesn't already have?
i should've just gone with that all-expense-paid date idea i had two weeks ago.
but then i thought, what the hell. i'll give her some of my precious black blood.
...and probably a set of ginormous dangling earrings too.
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New Student
the room was dark, the air was cold, and i couldn't help but steal glances of you as you flexed your tiny white fingers under the soft blue glow. you were the reason why i strived to learn how to type fast without looking down.
Soccer
i remember feeling infinitely small in front of your pink cheeks, scary voice, and furious glare - even if you were a head or so shorter than me. it was my first time to learn that believing can sometimes be worth more than just protecting.
Gift
the drama teacher said that putting our soul into the coin and giving it to our drama partner was just like acting. whatever the hell she meant, i'd never know. but you did it and i just stared at it and with my fifth-grade mind i thought that this is by far the most precious thing anyone has ever given me. ..and it's shiny, too.
Sorry
i really dreaded going to school that day, knowing that i wouldn't be walking into the classroom to the usual comforting sight of you sleeping on my armchair. But what was waiting there instead, rolled up and creased with an awkward bracelet, was worth more than any words or gestures.
Boys
"celine! you're so tall, and thin, and sexy, and morena.. wow, pag naging model ka, wag mo ko kalimutan ah?"
and in my teased hair, painted face, and long flowing gown, i felt a hundred times more manly than your pimply drunken bastard of a promdate.
"pucha, pare.. kung ayaw mo sa date mo, akin na lang sha!"
El Hombre
my head was heavy, the room was blur-spinning, and i felt a deliciously warm and soft weight press down on me. and after a long week of silent war, i finally sobbed out what i really felt. "..if he breaks your heart like all the rest of 'em did, i'll...fuckin break him in half!"
Love
...he's still in one piece.
...
happy birthday, twinstar..
here's to 20 years of scarin' the kiddies.. ^__^
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| thanks for playing |
[Sep. 1st, 2008|10:39 pm] |
...
my 7am teachers are making my days hell.
one goes "bakit ganon ang tRNA? bakit? bakit? bakit? hmm? ano? bakit? bakit? hmm?"
and the other goes "and the answer is sigma squared, tama? tama ba? tama? tama? ano, tama ba? tama."
i choose 36-headdesk-hit combos over these.
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i was told that litelboi's sort of courting his girl classmate.
a certain girl with a complete first name as mine..and a last name as my middle name.
be careful where you stick that blade of yours, brat prince.
you could put an eye out with that thing.
..or a heart. or a conviction.
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"i slashed my wrist..and i saw white." -epi, trying to be emo again. and succeeding.
"it feels like something in me has died... and grew hyphae." -sawing microbio student
"Pain... when did you grow up..?" -me, just noticing now.
...
still so soft and achingly warm.
is it more so now?
now that i know you're not mine..
...
i haven't shook and cried like that since gradeschool..
insecurities on being a failure of a girl are resurfacing.
clothes, walking, talking, attitude, body, face, dancing, cooking..
i suck. i fail. i die.
the question is..why do i even fucking care anyway?!
ah. yes.
because i actually tried.
...
so.
how have i been hanging on so far?
with hilarious stuff like this, of course. ^____^
Last panel:
Deidei: Kakuzu..i need you to sew something back on.. really quick..
Kakuzu: Damn, Deidara. it's the fourth time this week!
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