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Friday, October 05, 2007

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 04:06:18 GMT

haha it HAS been awhile hasn't it? and i noticed something. i never make any sense in any of my entries. they usually end up being this one line thing of frustration or anger without saying exactly what's pissing me off. yeah im an angry teenager aren't i? and it's so funny how i was about to post yet another one of them frustration shits. maybe i should just do song lyrics. yeah here's a good one. it's a japanese song so this whole thing is just translation

Kanashimi Twilight
Morning Musume

You caused me to like you, so don’t leave me suddenly after that
That’s why, I refused to be kissed for a long time
He was always gentle without fail, always received his phone calls
I found myself gradually letting my guard down

Why can’t I trust boys?
Because they are nothing but lies
At least try and give me an explanation

Surely, he was different from some other boys
I was at the twilight of being convinced

I fell in love, even if I don’t know if this is love at all
My heart is shivering, I have a premonition to cry
Even though I selfishly said it on purpose, he came to welcome me,
Seems like I had no choice but to fall in love,

I dreamed of something, being dazed of something
There is no meaning to it, even if apologized

I had known it all,
That surely, someday it will become like this
At the twilight of becoming a sorrowful love...

I dreamt of something, been dazed of something
There is no meaning to it, even if apologized

I had known it all,
That surely, someday it will turn out like this
At the twilight of becoming a sorrowful love

Monday, August 13, 2007

Mon, 13 Aug 2007 23:40:50 GMT

don't insult me. you didn't even have the guts to tell me the blunt truth.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Wed, 01 Aug 2007 18:09:27 GMT

I am. One Whole Abbo.

One

ENTIRE

Abbo.

so fuck you =)

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Sat, 21 Jul 2007 21:05:16 GMT

please return what you took. i want it back. i shouldn't have even given it to you to begin with.

anyway

i love my mom. she's hilarious

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Sat, 21 Jul 2007 03:25:03 GMT

Introduction to Poetry by Billy Collins

I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe its way out,

or walk inside a poem's room
and feel around for a light switch.

I want them to water-ski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

Friday, July 20, 2007

Fri, 20 Jul 2007 17:07:00 GMT

Not Touching by Billy Collins

The valentine of desire is pasted over my heart
and still we are not touching, like things

in a poorly done still life
where the knife appears to be floating over the plate
which is itself hovering above the plate somehow

the entire arrangement of apple, pear, and wineglass
having forgotten the law of gravity,
refusing to be still,

as if the painter had caught them all
in a rare moment of slow flight
just before they drifted out of the room
through a window of perfectly realistic sunlight.

Friday, July 20, 2007

Fri, 20 Jul 2007 02:51:57 GMT

Forgetfulness by Billy Collins

The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never
even heard of,

as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses good-bye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

Whatever it is you are struggling to remember
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a
bicycle

No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Wed, 28 Mar 2007 02:25:04 GMT

johnny killed all of my insecurities yesterday! x)

Eternal KaItos: i could have a chance to be with the hottest girl in the world and ill still pick abby

AYEE >_< you are so sweet. i <3 you x)

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Sat, 03 Mar 2007 05:00:11 GMT

i have issues.

i have 9 of these blouse looking things that i wear.

and if you add the ones that i never wear, i have 14.

i have some serious issues. -_-

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 00:27:56 GMT

yet another splurge- another useless shirt from forever21. i'll probably return this later.

and again. i feel like im really fucking angry at a certain somebody