February 2010
34 posts
January 2010
26 posts
Dear Taiwanese Drama,
You give me heartaches and snotty noses. Stop being so melodramatic and making me cry. You keep breaking my heart and it hurts. Yes, even though you are a stupid drama and nothing’s real, but I don’t have anything real anyway, so you’re as real as it gets. Stop making me sad, you stupid disillusionment.
Love, Connie
Things I want to do
Paint / art
Write
Guitar jam
Dance
Fuck school
Cut my hair (?!)
Paint my nails
Sing
Poo (lol)
See my sister
Breathe
A
Little
Easier
“The General, speaking one felt with authority, always insisted that, if you...”
– Anthony Powell, Books do Furnish a Room
My fingers are freezing
but I still want to say, I think I’m going to LOVE this semester. Great classes (except for the trek) and great people.
I started teaching the Poetry for the People class (African American Studies 156AC) and I love my section! And the students in the class as well! More open mics, here we come.
Best of all, I get to see my BTech babies tomorrow!
GOOD GOOD START
“I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I...”
– Neil Gaiman (American Gods) (via senshuk)
(such a brilliant book)
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“I don’t have pet peeves, I have major psychotic fucking hatreds.”
– George Carlin (via littledidheknow) (via isotoldyouso) (via kimclit) (via honeysticks) (via suicideunderground) (via jjarichardson) (via vild) (via maplestars)
God I LOVE George Carlin.
“brown sun kissed freckles
dipping shy across her cheeks
lights the world for...”
– haiku for momma’s radiance c.
Meeting brother's girlfriend [he wearing them...
[prompt: vertical rhythm]
he fly kicking kicks / nike tricks up n’ down the streets sick / slick / words trip
i can’t say no
no / stop / don’t / won’t won’t say no cause / always us together / me protecting him i want him to have it all
he grown six feet fly / too cool / just blowing the show / throwing the crowd / got game got glow / got girl got gone
but still time to find / me
outside his crew...
She smokes stories in cigarettes
[prompt: stolen tongue]
my grandmah never smoked a day in her life but her voice carries a jagged edge in story sounds heavy so heavy that she never spoke without choking and i worry what she choked on
but i never asked
not about her smoker’s voice or if she swallowed used cigarettes instead of lips-loved words because when the soldiers kissed her she tasted ash of her village burned bodies...
Every poem is a love poem
[introduce yourself via a poem]
i want magic, miracles, frosting, and the whole shebang-be-in-love- let’s-make-love- wear-your-clothes- and, well, at least a wake up kiss in the morning
instead i wake up, see ya later with morning mess still in last night’s beer covered clothes / make-up / mistakes
but still, i do believe in love loud and alive with touches or quiet and shy / letting sunlight...
sidneydane:
senshuk:
알렉스 (Alex Chu) - Closer...
“Never lie, steal, cheat, or drink. But if you must lie, lie in the arms of the...”
– Hitch.
Sometimes, I want to pick up more bad habits
like lying, stealing, and cheating.
What if we have our entire value system mixed up and things that are bad are actually good, or at least, not so bad. Not everything is black and white anymore, not at this age. We’re not three or five or seven. Shit is complicated now. I know I lie a little sometimes just to get through the day. I’ll lie in bed, I’ll lie about your hair,...
Dear Momma Chiu,
I don’t know how much his words hurt you. I hope they didn’t. And I hope that you don’t take them too hard. He’s still a budding sixteen year old at that age of rebellion so whatever sharpness he throws your way, he doesn’t mean it. I mean, we always yell loudest at the people we love most right? He loves you. I’m sure. Even if he says he doesn’t.
So...
“we original, officially the most original
if we wasn’t so original, then we’d...”
– wale (via qooze) (via kdeluxxe)
THINGS TO DO!
Finish my paintings.
Stock up on Montanas.
Read for fun.
Hip Hop Abs!
Choreograph something something with Tiffiny Tran.
Clean up my life, aka. my old stuff.
Sketch/draw/sing/play/dance.
Write with sketched story board.
Raise little brother into NOT a douche.
Eat fruits and veggies.
Visit Joan @ UCLA.
Dinner w/ Scott cause USC beat CAL.
Piano!
“Some students end up at second-tier schools because they’re exactly like...”
– The Disadvantages of an Elite Education: an article by William Deresiewicz about how universities should exist to make minds, not careers | The American Scholar
Sounds exactly like my experience with higher education.
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Far East Movement - PK Interlude
“Can we cut all the bullshit? All the self-pity. And just take a deep breath. And...”
– My 2010 Mantra