can i lol now?

just met a troll online. says mindfucking with me won’t work coz i’m too intelligent. :))

self-taught

the case of my extra sensitive hearing started when a doctor pumped high liters of pressurized water to my ears, damaging my eardrums, back when i was about eight. as if by miracle, the regenerated eardrums from that early experience of medical deluge gave birth to a set of ears that are sensitive even to the faintest sound of whisper inside an evening bus full of people wallowing in the noise of their conversations.

at the evening bus to the valley, i had my left ear preoccupied to the oc soundtrack playlist and the right to the myriad of sounds coming from the people, the bus, and the street, when i heard this conversation from the ladies seated 2 seats away from me.

lady 1: exactly! i guess i don’t know how to love. i think that is my problem right now.

lady 2: well, you have to love yourself first before you can love others.

lady 1: but i don’t know how to love myself. uhm, i used to, but i don’t know now. well, i take a bath, eat stuff that i want, but now i just don’t know how to love.

lady 2: you don’t really learn how to love, it just happens.

(what follows is their conversation about church, family and life)

lady1: you know what, i like you.

after a few minutes, lady2 pulled the stop signal and went down the bus.

lady 1 is a lady probably in her mid fifties, a brunette american. lady 2 is a filipina ,maybe in her early 40s.

that sad scent

during the marriage of the mist of his breath and the cigarette smoke of his love, bvlgari lingers in the atmosphere.

when the grass bends on the pavement like a creature with hundreds of withering arms stretching towards the traffic of feet rushing for work, bvlgari dominates the air.

on that evening when time caught you grounded on a corner where all the people at the bus stop are busy talking with someone on the phone or with somebody beside them, the winter air that smells of bvlgari embraces you.

after all the colorful sparks of the fireworks of disneyland have been replaced by even bigger explosions of emotions, bvlgari stands as an invisible witness.

whenever each hug or kiss signals the sudden contraction of the heart and the split second freezing of the brain due to the word “goodbye,” bvlgari diffuses into the air and penetrates the olfactory nerves of the body for days.

let the wild rumpus start!

wild things can roar, can growl, can jump high in the air, and can wreck nearby objects by will. they are creatures of impulsiveness who possess problems, who wants to be free, who longs for companionship, unity, family and love. although there are times when impatience and disbelief rules the air, the wild things love the company of each other. a wild thing is a creature composed of the dynamic unity between an adult and a child. your friend, your brother, your sister, your father or your mother could be a wild thing. sometimes, wild things come to that obscure place in the mind.

in spike jonze’s screen adaptation of maurice sendak’s 1963 children’s book where the wild things are, the wild things are presented as huge, monster-like creatures that possess human qualities and emotions that made them more dynamic and real. the wild things from the movie are creatures born from max’s imagination after his exodus from home. with their company, max is able to liberate his angst, his happiness, his desires- his wild side.

when max becomes the king of the wild things, happiness embraces him, but soon he also learns the difficulty of pleasing everybody. he then feels that he fails to maintain the state of happiness and camaraderie among the wild things that he established upon his arrival. he soon leaves and makes his way back home.




the superb graphics, cinematography, and screenplay make where the wild things are as one the best films his year that i will definitely see again.

i always knew i was a smart kid until i see max, the kid who knows many things, the kid who wears a wolf suit, the kid that bites his mother, the kid who runs away into the place of the wild things and returns back at home to eat dinner. i wish i was able to do something like that when i was younger and filled with angst. how i wish i could aww aww awoooooooooooooo all my problems and worries away with the wild things at my back.

prosopagnosia

i told you, there will definitely be an episode in your life when you will find yourself suddenly awake at 4 in the morning with silversparklers running from the pores of your eyes burning the valleys of your cheeks down the hill of your chin as thoughts of your committed love and affection for that person rules the early chaos of your mind.

1234pm

the clouds descended from the heavens to embrace all forms of matter, living and non-living, with below 30 degrees fahrenheit of air, partly freezing the atmosphere of hope, casting shadows over the other end of the lowlands, breathing fog down to the smallest crevice in the valleys.
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miley cyrus possessed my sister screaming “yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh, it’s party in the usa!” the whole day. she has been screaming the same song for a week. the noise becomes so unbearable that i bet you will prefer to hear the demon screams coming out from linda blair’s mouth in the exorcist over hannah montana’s digitized vocals for a change.
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schadenfreude via online videos is the most accessible drug of the week for many people.