Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Look around, look around. There's no affection, only infection.


Filipino women receive 50% more college degrees than white men.

And that's why I need a man with an education. I think white guys are hot, like they've got that going for them. But I am NOT a fan of any guy without an education. Spanish, middle eastern, black. Nobody. No education? You've got no business being a friend of mine. Sorry, I don't want to spawn with idiots. Go knock up some dumb bitch. Oh wait, chances are you already have.

Monday, March 22, 2010



And this ones for you. But which one isn't, really?
Sometimes my mind goes a thousand miles a minute. I think so many thoughts I feel like I'm thinking other people's thoughts as well. And then I can't breathe.
Why do people get so upset and disgusted when people stop eating or start purging? Or even just exercising a lot more? That's why I'm not afraid to do it, because I feel better afterwards. About myself. And isn't that what matters? Just because you tell me you don't want me to hurt myself because you think I look beautiful all the time, doesn't mean I think I look beautiful all the time. So fuck you.

I am my own boss, remember? Always was, have been, will be. For ever.
It's funny that I'm having this conversation with my almost-30-or-something year old cousin about her relationship...

"I'd rather marry my best friend than the love of my life. Especially now, since I've learned that love makes you crazy. True love. I'd rather not do it again."


I hate when people ask me about love. I'm sour and broken-hearted. What do you expect? I'd rather be on my own than that heavily in love with someone again. The day of that break-up, my life would be over. haha. No, I can't do it again. It's for my own good.


ps. isn't it contradictory to mention 'God' in horoscopes? "God helps those who help themselves." Well, it's worth a shot.

Sunday, March 21, 2010




Elsa Lanchester: The Bride.


"The monster. It's alive."
I was trying to not distinguish myself from every female musician with a guitar, because well, quite frankly my music reminds me of if Marie Digby had a baby with Courtney Love and Alanis Morrisette , and it turned out being indie and goth at the same time, but with traces of Etta James influence. But that doesn't quite make sense now, does it? So I think I win. For now at least. Afterall, you are your worst critic.

It's funny, I absolutely hate everything I write sometimes. But then other times I hear them, and I actually like it.

Working on another. Hopefully it doesn't get in the way of studying for finals. There are note enough hours in the day for both, unfortunately. Not enough hours for listening to music, writing music, singing, class, studying, watching movies, drawing, going to the gym, working on my resume and portfolio, practicing and designing, amongst other things. So busy, it's hard to breathe. At least I'm not wasting my breath and energy on you.

Anyway, less than a week until spring break. :)