i'm back bloody back.
when i woke up this morning i had the strongest urge ever to write.. well document recent events. of course, i was under the impression that everyone had ignored, if not killed, their lj accounts after facebook. So i checked my friends' entries and oh my, the'yre still using their ljs. they still blog with this thing???
and now i'm shy.
well you know, lj is like therapy to me. it's always been an effective tool to combat extreme emotions. it keeps me from acting up.
on crystallizing moments, qlc, and freaky texts
last night i was in a trippy mood. i just had this crystallizing moment that.. well.. i love my life. i might have freaked out 50 per cent of the people that i texted. well yea if i got a message that said
---i love my life. like karlo said, it may not be perfect but i love it. just spreading the love guys. i hope you're happy with yours. mahal ko kayo. peace.---
i'd get.. well a bit worried. either that person is too wasted borderline od-ing or he or she is about to kill his or herself. boom. or maybe he or she is really just happy.. going back to the crystallizing moment that i was talking about.. it's so funny how easy it is to choose to be happy nowadays.. is it a sign that my arduous battle with quarter lif crisis (which will be referred to later on as QLC hehe) is over? after a long long long long time i was so sure of my self in many aspects. as to what i really want to do in life. is it possible? as to what i want from a boy-girl relationship and do i even really like this boy at all. i do. i just.. well.. felt so sure of myself.. nothing can faze me. not even rejection, or shortage in monetary resources, or my dad. my self esteem is solid. i really do not know where it's coming from. especially, that there really is a lot of static negativity around.
on language and the great wall of china
i'm just rambling. my statements aren't cohesive, if there's a writer's block that we call, i have, well, a language block.. that which formed the berlin wall. or the great wall of china. at first i thought i was only verbally disabled when stoned. good grief. i'm not inebriated anymore and i still don't make sense. even my writing. i wish i was more eloquent. and concise. i used to be that. maybe the things i've been going through, there just aren't enough words to explain it. or justify it. i mean.. words are just words. and the more i try to describe, the more things lose their meaning. and i don't want that. but if i shut up and keep to myself, then.. what then?
on superheroes and comics
some two weeks ago, ronald and ram came to visit from baguio. i missed hanging out with them a lot. anyway, in one of our random no-direction conversations, i suddenly referred to myself as WOMANGIRL. which really sounded like a lame cheesy hero monicker. so it goes on. this WOMANGIRL is the hero. protagonist. her sidekick is MANBOY. manBOY. BOY sya. yung boy sa bahay. haha sidekick alalay and all-around household guy. MANBOY is WOMANGIRL's robin. and we also have an animal hero. HE-HER: the amazing androgynous horse. heshe is well.. an androgynous horse. and heshe is amzing. together they are called the JUST THIS LEAGUE.
maybe it's time to sketch the character of the villain.
wow all of a sudden i missed andrew drilon. back in college, during my back-casaa days, we teamed up to make comic strips. EVIL TWINS. which, basically, has a very narcissistic "edge" haha to it because it's all about us. DREW LET"S DO MORE OF THAT. i still have the first few strips.
i had another attempt in high school. i made comic strips for my classmates to read during class. it was about a girl that looked like a carrot. i don't have even one copy, i don't even remember her name, but she sort of looked like fido dido.
jeez. what i've written here is all crap.
and now i'm shy.
well you know, lj is like therapy to me. it's always been an effective tool to combat extreme emotions. it keeps me from acting up.
on crystallizing moments, qlc, and freaky texts
last night i was in a trippy mood. i just had this crystallizing moment that.. well.. i love my life. i might have freaked out 50 per cent of the people that i texted. well yea if i got a message that said
---i love my life. like karlo said, it may not be perfect but i love it. just spreading the love guys. i hope you're happy with yours. mahal ko kayo. peace.---
i'd get.. well a bit worried. either that person is too wasted borderline od-ing or he or she is about to kill his or herself. boom. or maybe he or she is really just happy.. going back to the crystallizing moment that i was talking about.. it's so funny how easy it is to choose to be happy nowadays.. is it a sign that my arduous battle with quarter lif crisis (which will be referred to later on as QLC hehe) is over? after a long long long long time i was so sure of my self in many aspects. as to what i really want to do in life. is it possible? as to what i want from a boy-girl relationship and do i even really like this boy at all. i do. i just.. well.. felt so sure of myself.. nothing can faze me. not even rejection, or shortage in monetary resources, or my dad. my self esteem is solid. i really do not know where it's coming from. especially, that there really is a lot of static negativity around.
on language and the great wall of china
i'm just rambling. my statements aren't cohesive, if there's a writer's block that we call, i have, well, a language block.. that which formed the berlin wall. or the great wall of china. at first i thought i was only verbally disabled when stoned. good grief. i'm not inebriated anymore and i still don't make sense. even my writing. i wish i was more eloquent. and concise. i used to be that. maybe the things i've been going through, there just aren't enough words to explain it. or justify it. i mean.. words are just words. and the more i try to describe, the more things lose their meaning. and i don't want that. but if i shut up and keep to myself, then.. what then?
on superheroes and comics
some two weeks ago, ronald and ram came to visit from baguio. i missed hanging out with them a lot. anyway, in one of our random no-direction conversations, i suddenly referred to myself as WOMANGIRL. which really sounded like a lame cheesy hero monicker. so it goes on. this WOMANGIRL is the hero. protagonist. her sidekick is MANBOY. manBOY. BOY sya. yung boy sa bahay. haha sidekick alalay and all-around household guy. MANBOY is WOMANGIRL's robin. and we also have an animal hero. HE-HER: the amazing androgynous horse. heshe is well.. an androgynous horse. and heshe is amzing. together they are called the JUST THIS LEAGUE.
maybe it's time to sketch the character of the villain.
wow all of a sudden i missed andrew drilon. back in college, during my back-casaa days, we teamed up to make comic strips. EVIL TWINS. which, basically, has a very narcissistic "edge" haha to it because it's all about us. DREW LET"S DO MORE OF THAT. i still have the first few strips.
i had another attempt in high school. i made comic strips for my classmates to read during class. it was about a girl that looked like a carrot. i don't have even one copy, i don't even remember her name, but she sort of looked like fido dido.
jeez. what i've written here is all crap.