On this day I turn twenty years-old.
I have no idea how to feel because I feel completely the same. I’m currently wondering if I’m going to start questioning the clothes I wore just a year ago. Still dressed up in this really awesome gypsy-hippie skirt which I got for cheap at Forever 21. Today was above-average awesome for the following reasons.
It’s too dark for me to take webcam photos of all the cool shit I got, but regardless I’ll probably share the swag to you all. By the by, I’m drinking till the drunk this coming Wednesday @ The Collective, Makati. If anyone wants some free boozing just lemme know! 😀 (Shameless birthday celebration plugging/invite)
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I had a realization the other day. While I was listening to the radio this song came up and I liked it a lot so I ended up looking for it again on youtube the moment I got home. Listened to it again before noticing the related videos were a bunch of obscure bands with obscure song titles and pretty neat album/EP coverart. I’m totally thinking, “Meh. I like indie music and it’s been a while since I went song/artist exploring.” so I decide to listen to a bunch of those related videos/songs.
Half an hour later I’m completely sick of it and I can’t listen to a song for more than half-way through before going alt+F4. I now pretty much understand what one of my friend’s mean when he says “Indie music sucks”. I don’t think it sucks that bad but I swear after listening to shit like that in consecutive I end up getting all “eeeehhhhh” and I boot-up iTunes to start playing me something that doesn’t sound like folk pop/techno synth with sickly boy vocals/awkward girl singing over a piano/songs about random shit or really really mundane things.
Right now I’m currently on this fix of listening to songs from Cowboy Bebop, this particular Rookie playlist, and these two songs in between random intervals:
(George Harrison will forever be Father Beardmas/The god of beard.)
On an ending note, I don’t know how I feel about Keanu Reeves playing Spike for the live action Cowboy Beboy movie. I’m leaning towards an annoyed “eehh” sound though.
I haven’t been able to make comments on blogspot posts. I am annoyed.
You guys have no idea how much I want to comment on your shit. Especially your shit, Raph Uy, you’re hilarious. Seriously.
Murr. Going to contemplate on making a blogspot now and possibly doing academic blog posts about power and globalization.
Oh hey, guys. So I cut my TREDFOR class today and apparently this is my assigned. I need to interview 10 bros (five of each gender) and ask them these two questions:
1) Dating or Courtship? Why?
2) Is it ok for a girl to court a guy? Yes or No? Why?
Clearly, I am too lazy to ask you all in-person at this point in time. Regardless, can any of you guys leave some comments below with your opinion-answers to the aforementioned? Merci.
If there’s one artist I am in love with for the use of acrylics, colour, and macabre-looking shit it’s her. I got introduced to her work almost two years ago by a friend of mine who said my works reminded me of Erin McCarty’s. Naturally I was intrigued by this so I had to look her up. When I saw her works, my jaw pretty much dropped and there is no way I can say that my own artworks resemble hers, not in the slightest. If my works were like hers I would weep and probably try to make a living out of them.
*le sigh* *swoon* *ho hum*
It’s Sunday, so here’s some spoken word poetry for you all.
I only came across George Watsky for the title of his poems. Seeing the title of the above poem made it impossible for me not to click and listen. He’s got the generic/usual tone that slam poets usually have when they recite their poems. Starts off all casual, builds momentum, burns up real fast and pow! before finally falling back down and ending poem in slow. cut. phrases. Despite that though, the content is funny and is good for soul cleaning so enjoy.
This is also for Angie, who’s cool like Jesus. ❤