myspace needs less tom, more beards

“Am i in pain? Hell, yeah. but I’ll tell you something, I thrive in pain. I love pain. To me, pain is not pain at all. No… It is pure pleasure. And I hate pleasure… almost as much as I love pain. So yeah, I’m in pain.” – Dwight Schrute.

dumpster diving and name dropping

“we got older, but we’re still young, we never grew out of this feeling that we won’t give up.” ten years and best friends means i pulled the trigger. this is me finally giving up trying to fight for us and this friendship, and you quite possibly attempting to finally start? either way, it doesn’t matter because you are the best at replacing people. we’ve made unforgettable memories, and i won’t take that for granted. separate ways, separate interests, separate lives. and is this truly moving on, letting go, letting God? of course, a certain amount of prayer is still going into this, as well as my full trust in Him. also, katrina tuason and jeremie anne quilala are my heroes. sometimes its like forget everyone else, but then again, i’m incredibly picky. finding out rach was in socal this weekend through twitter didn’t make me feel any better about how my relationships with people are. to add on to that, my own sister didn’t want to ride with me to pick up food. everything kind of hurts right now.

lighter notes; man, it’s awkward sharing tables with strangers at starbucks. i tripped over his cord and unplugged his laptop which made it all the more awkward. haha. wth, they are playing cold war kids here? nice. and there’s an indie chick painting her fingernails blue out the window. just downloaded the best of lionel richie and can’t wait to put “all night long” on repeat. this entry is bipolar. i’m not. the entry is.

i think i’m dying/dead inside
and it’s weird, but in the shower, you can’t tell if you’re crying or not

ps. btw, if you’re confused, some of this was written earlier, and some written later

i missed coachella again

got the new album “here, here, and here” by meg & dia.
but still can’t stop listening to jenny lewis’ “acid tongue.”
and where the hell does the period go. before or after the quotation?

your middle name is danger

we’re waking up before falling asleep. staring out at nothingness through a starbucks window, which incidentally, is also a wall; letting my fingertips do the talking, thinking, and maybe this is a bad idea. we’ll see. “no one wants to hear you sing about tragedy.” between me and blue skies I see black clouds and i’m hoping that isn’t a sign of things to come or if it is, hoping i’ll see it in the glass half full sense. who cares about grammar (!), although i’m still conscious of spelling and i’ve always been one to pretend to take things as they come but secretly planning one step ahead and still messing it all up in the end and i guess that’s reason for the pretentious charade. “no one wants to hear you sing about tragedy.” i’m always one iceberg off being a dreamboat. remembering when she asked me if it was “iceberg” or “iceburg”? that ship’s sailed, mine’s sunk. I’ve always been water in her lungs, she never needed me and it’s okay. she said i’m forgetting who i am but joke’s on her because i don’t think i’ve ever known. “no one wants to hear you sing about tragedy.” ominous and gloomy, weather’s still nice and i enjoy it. can’t wait to take photos when it inevitably gets beautiful again in chino hills. for now though, let’s dance in the midst of these storms; wind and rain and thunder and you in your favorite dress, and me in my sunday best and sometimes love ain’t nothin’ but a number. or something like that.

everyone loves to hear songs about tragedy

project manager

and what. so i walk into this pomona business office thinking i’m interviewing for a receptionist position at a prom gown distributer, and end up being a project manager for an internet company instead. kind of crazy and what i’ve been fervently praying for (a job, i mean). i don’t know if i like it very much, but i pretty much NEED the money. and by the way, the other side of the office does sell prom gowns, as well as other formal evening gowns, and cocktail dresses. And they are gorgeous, i must say.

sardines

and sometimes we are just the life of the party. update later.

hakuna matata

Hok, after pulling his next style of dance out of a hat on So You Think You Can Dance Season 3: “Samba! Wait, that’s the guy from Lion King, right?”

catsinsinks.com

and everyone and their moms are on facebook. quite literally. friend requests and comments from tita mabel, tita liza, tita beth nadua, tita bambi(rach’s mom), as well as from my actual aunts, and it’s kind of bizarre, but not in a bad way. apparently, i’ve had the urge to blog lately; don’t know why, but hey, who needs a reason.

current music: “marching bands of manhattan” by death cab for cutie

new puppy

so bess got me a little fishy for my birthday. haven’t really named him, but keep telling everyone who asks it’s named after them. his name will most likely be eunice, but the names voldy volds, johnny knoxville, albus dumbledore, abby antonio, kipper jr. (r.i.p.), dwight, or neil patrick harris haven’t been ruled out as of yet. i’ve never really had my own fish to take care of, and i hope i can be responsible enough to keep him alive and kicking(or swimming, rather), especially since it was a gift from bess and you all know how sentimental i can be. and it might be crossing the line if i decide to keep it posthumously(i mean the fish posthumously, not me.) we’ll have to wait and see i guess. anyway, it’s beautiful.

current music: “welcome, ghosts” by explosions in the sky

you never stop ’til you get caught

Magnified glasses, and this boy is entirely much too close to his computer screen. Watching regulars from my store walk in and out of THIS Starbucks, and maybe we’re all creatures of habit and maybe sometimes it doesn’t matter where. I am one example. I’ve no real ideas or profound thoughts to jot down, just, nothing. Finally finished downloading all the La Blogotheque “Les Concerts A Emporter” to the iPod. (klepto) There’s a cover of Coldplay’s “Yellow” playing above me; it’s soothing. & God, I wish Rachel were here. I also really really really miss Steph. Like lots.

birthday wishlist

Rebel EOS XS, The new 13″ Macbook, Sea Nettle, G1, Meg & Dia, or Meg & Dia, or Meg & Dia, Authentics (gargoyle, white, or all black), Anything here, Porkchops, Beard, nothing really, just quality time with bess, friends, and fam. And money. :)

Venice Beach with Steph

bianca gochuico

i could hug her forever.

thugs, yo

interviews with elves

Click here to see what Christmas looks like.

and there is comfort in the sound

Have you ever had one of those days where nothing at all that monumental happens but by the end of it you have no idea who you are anymore, or what the hell you’re doing with your life? I mean, its a feeling that makes you look at the present-tense and future aspects of the way you’re living by analyzing decisions you’ve made past-tense and I don’t know, it’s just been a rough day I guess. And sometimes there’s that one person at the end of the day who you want to see or be with or talk to or pray with/for, and you truly thank God that you’re the person that they want to see or be with or talk to or pray with/for too. Especially when they’ve experienced a day equally as hellish or confusing or impossible. Then ironically, the realization suddenly hits; every and any thing is possible.

<3. 5-min sidekick blog. Hope it makes some kind of sense.

aye chihuahua

blog by dia

It doesn’t pertain to me, but I thought it was clever and different and obscure. This is Dia’s recent blog entry:

Have you guys ever heard of a “song-blog?” Me either. But I guess I am inventing that today. I know this may be “Unprofessional” and what not, and that it is definitely not recorded in a professional studio, but I wrote it because I wanted to, and that I had to vent a little, I suppose you could put it that way. I recorded it on my computer, no microphones, nothing. On our slightly out of key baby grand piano in my “very reverb friendly” living room. Sang through it one time, despite my harmonies, so I apologize again for some out of key weird ones! I am not very good at piano, so I apologize. This song is not meant to be taken seriously, in some respects. Meaning, that if you write me and say the quality sounds like crap, I will say, “yeah…so?” If you write me and say it is crap, I will find out where you live. It is just a little journal entry…that I turned into a song. It won’t be up for long, but I thought, I would share with anyone who has time…because after all, maybe some of you feel the same way I do right now, and it will make me at least feel better, that I am not alone on this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the tune, and I hope it makes you brighten up, if you feel like I do, and then In return, I promise I will too. Take care, Dia

Lyrics for the curious,…or journal entry or…whatever: How did I get here? And why the hell did it take this long? I’ve buried a best friend inside my trash can you left outdoors…. And you dropped me in the mailbox, my face paint still left on. And you accused I never loved you; I could say nothing to change your mind. Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. My smile has become empty/lazy. Heard you’ve been looking for me. Come on kid you know where I would go…. See lately, lately, lastly I would love for you to ask me, where the line between my pen and mind’s at war. I tell MOST the truth you know.

My voice is a hatchet. It’s forgotten how to whisper soft. My mind is a bucket, and it captures the rain sinking through the ceiling, landing on the rooftops. You told me you were filled up with love… I said, “You’ve lost it.” You’ve said a mess of errors, you know not what it costs yet. But I know, i know i know. They say I’ve lost it all. I watched them burn all the pictures of good pain on the beaches. And oh, if this is rock bottom….! Then I say, “God damn! The view from here is breath taking….”

P.s. Of course this is not going on the new record. I wrote it today….
p.p.s. sorry about the different vocal levels. I had to turn my head from the computer so it wouldn’t red line and sound REAL weird…and blury, but in return it sounds quiet and loud and quiet and loud. sorry! I ate way to much egg nog ice cream today and it rained so I could not go outside for a bit. But it smelled so good after.

the weirdest ones: locked in the vault

why she is not allowed to sleep over anymore. haha.