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TORI AMOS lyrics








vanishing air

i wrenched my neck
yet my nerves didn't
lay bare any reaction.
got my father's samurai
slashed my bug-ridden
shaft
and it just rolled in the shrub
with my eyeballs rolling with it.
not even the books i've read
exhilarated my vertebrae
nor the melody i've hummed
brought back memories of puberty.
i ate and driveled
and got drunk
but my wits remained obscured.
the expression of my
dirty vocal chords
didn't speak of love
nor anger nor misery.
not even farewells
moved me to tears.
then there was i.
staring at the comet's
blinding light
it bursted!
and then...
tiny pieces of voices.



me

son and heir of a shyness
that is criminally vulgar.

son and heir of
nothing in particular.
no talent for certainty.
esteem the product
of relationship politics.
pretense multiplied
by infinity.

poison.
thorn on the side.
source of dire news.
basketcase.
complicated.
drama queen.
picture perfect
numb belligerence.
craving fame
and all its decadence.

plagiarist.
no talent for certainty.
tragically romantic.
raging hormones.
complex.
fool.
blink.
blank.
booo.
damned.

and i'm not what i merely
represent to you...

so do not adore me.



shivers

landslide - smashin' pumpkins
perfect - smashin' pumpkins
tonight tonight - smashin pumpkins
sick cycle carousel - lifehouse
needs - collective soul
run - collective soul
how soon is now - love spit love
head over feet - alanis morisette
here, there and everywhere - beatles
breakfast at tiffany's - deep blue something
lightning crashes - live
selling the drama - live
good - better than ezra
the outsider - perfect circle
runaway - the corrs
i am mine - pearl jam
taxi ride - tori amos
moon river - andy williams
whiter shade of pale - annie lennox
lost cause - beck
miss you love - silverchair
without you - silverchair
ready for a fall - pj olsson
any lucky penny - nikki hassman
the only living boy in new york - simon and garfunkel



dazzled by

run lola run by tom tykwer
cinema paradiso by giuseppe tornatore
to die (or not) - ventura pons
lock, stock and two smoking barrels - guy ritchie
fight club - david fincher
the others - alejandro amenabar
battle royale I - kinji fukasaku
my sassy girl - kwak jae-yong
windstruck - kwak jae-yong
elephant - gus van sant
homerun - jack neo
the usual suspects - bryan singer
trainspotting - danny boyle
the bicycle thief - vittorio de sica
amelie - jean-pierre jeunet
pulp fiction - quentin tarantino
breakfast at tiffany's - blake edwards
coyote ugly - david mcnally







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Thursday, March 01, 2007
tsinelas sa gitna ng nagsasalpukang kyeme

Malakas ang tunog ng mga tsinelas ko habang pababa ako ng subway sa Paseo sa Makati. Hindi naman siya kaboom-kaboom na tunog. Yung palak-palak lang.

Alas sais y medya na ng gabi at andaming mga tao na naglalakad, gustung-gusto nang umuwi. Mga alipin din silang tulad ko. Yun nga lang, sila nakapormal wear. Ako, nakatsinelas, tshirt at maruming pantalon.

At talagang tiningnan ko lahat ng mga suot nila. Siyet. Ako lang pala talaga ang nakatsinelas. Huwaw. Makati ito, Bebs. Hindi UP.

Por dat, dahil sa sobrang dami ng nagkukumpulang mga otaw na naghihintay ng masasakyang bus, pwes, naglakad ako. Belat niyong lahat. Nakatsinelas ata ako, kaya go.

Bago niyan, isang oras akong paikot-ikot ng Makati para hanapin ang Roadrunner sa Rada Street. Sa ilang libong beses na akong pabalik balik dun, hay naku, antanga ko pa rin papunta dun.

Mula sa malamig na bus, bumaba ako ng Paseo de Roxas. Tapos lumiko sa Dela Rosa. Grabe. Sobrang kompident ako nung lumiko ako. Yahoo, at last, di na'ko tatanga-tanga. Tapos naglakbay ako. Binagtas ang di masyadong kahabaang Dela Rosa.

Tapos, mukang di na pamilyar ang mga establisyementong naeencounter. Siyet. Asan na ang KFC???? Grabe.

Ayun. At pumaikot-ikot ako ng pumaikot-ikot hanggang nakikita ko na ang Greenbelt at bumalik uli sa Paseo de Roxas. Potangena lang.

Buti na lang katext ko sina Gavina at Boknat at Mortel at iba pa. Habang naglalakad, di masyadong halatang tanga ako.  Siyet. Ang heygard lang ng mga bagay bagay sa Makati bilang napakumplikado talaga ng mundo dun. Siyet ka Makati. Malusaw ka na. *sawnd epeks*

Sa gitna ng glamorosong Makati, hay, grabe lang ang pag-i-emo ng mga taong nakakatext ko ha.

At sa sarili kong mundo, nakow, malala pa. At dahil kelangan kong pumunta pa ng Roadrunner para ayusin ang dapat sanang wala nang problema sa master copy ng 'Twilight'.

Hay. Siyet.

Tonet! Magiging direktor tayo!!! Oo, nananalig ako.


Posted at 3/1/2007 8:38:08 pm by bebsg

 

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