rewritten.

STILL HERE. 2AM.

Last Minutes with ODEN from phos pictures on Vimeo.

Christmas Lights

Story of My Life: Why i have no friends.

I have this thing, i admit.

this "acting without thinking".. REFLEXES, as i call it.

i've never really thought about it but lately i've been taking it a

bit more serious, since its starting to have some SIGNIFICANT effects on my social life.

and no.. they're not pleasant.

This simple act that has caused me is the deadly "hello-goodbye" thing you do with your hand.

WAVE.

i can't help it. You wave. I wave. ALWAYS.

I can never return a wave with a nod, or a "Yea, how you doin'?"

always always.. I wave. No matter what.

Take this morning for example

i was carrying my entire locker:

Some person decided to wave cause OBVIOUSLY

he thought i'd appreciate the greeting...

and i was like:

Next thing i knew i was:

 then: 

And it was the last i ever heard from his cherry lips (HAH inside joke) 

and the end of what could've been a beautiful friendship

the wave is a social suicide.  

darling, what if you could see what i see in you?

i hope you see what i see in you
it's the most beautiful thing i've ever seen

STAY : AMBITIOUS

darlings, STAY AMBITIOUS

somewhere along the way, they forget how
somewhere along the way most forget when
somewhere along the way, some forget what
somewhere along the way, many forget where
and they most unfortunately...people forget why
Darlings, STAY AMBITIOUS

They're not raindrops on roses or whiskers or kittens, but they are, here and now, a few of my favorite things

closer to the edge

uh huh. this morning. i woke up. started my way to schoooll..

was like" NO NO NO NO !!!!!!" true story.

and people probably thought i was on drugs

like come on...

I write like
Stephen King

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

hi cotti. can you send me another invite?

i think i'd like to read your bloggg.

When we grab you by the ankles

Where our mark is to be made

you’ll soon be doing noble work

Although you won’t be paid

When we drive away in secret

You’ll be a volunteer

So don’t scream where we take you;

The world is quiet here

(my new best friend. :])

-Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events

Early Morning Exercises

m dead beat.

Lately i've been getting up at 6 every morning (i usually go to bed as the short hand on

the clock lightly brushes past 2)

surprise surprise.

its called the morning exercise. its in their schedule.

with all the good intentions i've had, such as more sleep and less work (not just for me, the kids

would thank me for it, i just know it),

i've failed at convincing the teachers and my boss to erase the first 2 parts of the kids morning

schedule.

Wake up at 6:00

and Morning Exercises at 6:30

WHAT is with that?

i've seriously never seen ANY of the teachers present for the morning exercises

its just us. THe TAs : Teacher's Assistants, thats what they call us.

we're more like nannies in the sense that we spent every freakin hour of our freakin day with them.

24/7.

But theres always something to be glad and thankful for i guess,, if you try hard enough

like....MORNING DEW ARE ALWAYS THE BEST :]

(a welcome poster i made for our class... everytime they pass by this, they say

"Teacher! that girl looks like you!" i swear,,, EVERY FReAKIN TIME. come on.

its getting old guys!)

RnB: Raw Meat 'n Buissness Suits (with lame inside jokes is how i get through everyday)

Its humid and its hot.
Its raining all the time.
all the damn time.
Summer's here alright..
:]

[[my brain took an early vacation and left me
scraping my skull throughout finals,
hoping for a teeny bit of knowledge
that it might have forgotten to take with it...

its finally summer.
not really looking forward to the "work"part
of my summer job,
but definitely looking forward to the
handsome pay that comes with it..]]

my head is unclear, its not the heat i suppose...

these past weeks,
my brain is not only fogging up with the summer morning mist,
but with impossible decisions, regrets, and insane nostalgia as well.

can you believe it?... another year has gone by
i wonder what i have become.


i miss yester-year...

hmmmmm
it might be the heat after all..

Hello: parties, harleys and, ofcourse, boobies :] BEAT THAT.

my cousin had his 20th birthday on the 21st.
yay him,
not only can he now drink and drive, he can VOTE.



I think everyone should own an
anything, and everything notebook.
i use mine to scribble notes, songs i hear on the radio
that i would like to own illegally,
or a sudden vision i would like to have
on paper.


*WHY, HELLO THERE, BOOBIES!
...when my calculator isn't so naughty, it gets me through SA budgets, stays up with me
on accounting assignments, and tests the IQ of my fellow lowlives.
++how to test your IQ on a calculator:
take a calculator and slam or grind it on your head; fondle it with your head. IQ shows on screen.



i found a harley parked outside of "FAMILY MART"
something like a 7-11, except its BLUE.
its a REAL DAMN HARLEY! whoo!
the guy was nice enough to let me take a picture of his, what, $30,000 bike.
i would be too...
"yea sure, go ahead, take that picture you broke little shit...i don't see why not"

DARN

When i say : JUMP.

you say : ______.

SUNDAY

*i walked down an alley i've never been before
and *found a store i've never seen before
*i waited for a bus at a new bus stand
*hit a random kid in the head
[hell yea on purpose]
*took random photos
*and visited a design "festival" thing
*i ate at a place i've never been before
*and tired a new cocktail
BOOO YAH!!

This is my SUNDAY. :]

It rains in black and white here

here's another weekend. like a milestone. keep
reminding me that we've reached another place in time..
what the hell have i been doing??


(rainy days are always the best : taken some rainy day, a while back)

The murky sky spelled out melancholy today.
but that's what i liked about it.
i cant see past today. i cant feel past today.

today. I'd like a new adventure, please :]