You Asked For It

fengerang (12:20:47 AM): put it up on your blog foo

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fengerang (12:29:02 AM): your blog is good too.... the last post.. i almost threw up a little... but it's cute

jerk. always wantin a shout out n shit.
and there you have it you fame hungry mufucker.
as if international fame wasnt enough.

haha

Ojos

walking further and further into the retina past the brown
forgotten in the gaze when youre everywhere to be found
id like to dissect the pupil and cut down my soul from your eyes
shame these real eyes could never realize real lies
bright lights and velvet curtains, my habitat since i was born
now standing still on my stage as i watch you perform
the 4 chambers will never beat and the glare will never leave
as long as i look at the image the mind cannot conceive
the rim where your eyes change from deep brown to white
reminds me of the effect the moon gives to the night
the stars are jealous because without the moon i cannot see
and just like the moon, your eyes give light to me
occasions where our eyes meet i watch you read me like a book
knowing my eyes will always see yours with love in my look.



you really dont have to read these hah

Jonah Takalua

i just cant get over this. its fucked up but wonderful all at once. so go ahead and waste a little of your life. enjoy.



all thanks to troy corrales of formality las vegas, i have found this great entertainment. haha

Bitches

think and un-think but thats all you can do
think about shit you should clearly see through
whats the value of the bitch thats forever bowin down
always lookin up never rockin the crown
stand the fuck up and take some self implied pride
greater heads dont got shit to hide
how long will you live with your pity crutch
those who thrive on pity dont deserve much
but better yet, deserve nothing at all
waiting for hands to reach out when you fall
asking for opinion when all you need is your own
without someone else's you feel all alone
make progress and start moving
opposite from what youre doing
put the bitches on blast who are too fake to be real
i dont feel bad and please believe i never will
dont need your feet, and i dont need your voice
see through the bullshit and make my own choice
fuck that weak shit, get down with the sick minded
but our train left and youre too far behind it.

this is just for the lame bitches that are infesting our lives. like the fuckin swine flu and shit. ya know....the ones who wouldnt do shit without the approval of the majority, or the ones who are always quick to look for help but cant ever take the time to just look within themselves. concerned with their appeal to the public even if it means loosing a little bit of who they are. you'll never make moves because you cant move your feet unless someone else helps you. think on your own and never lie to yourself. sometimes shit in life isnt about anyone but your damn self, and thats not selfishness, thats finding happiness.

Area Code 559

saturday april 25th
[phone rings]
me: hello
some black guy: (mumbles)
me: hello?
some black guy: do you know corey?
me: who is this?
some black guy: do you know corey?! (with more umpf)
me: who the fuck is this?! (with even more umpf)
some black guy: i was just asking you a simple question muthafucka, now you got me all riled up n shit!
me: hahahahahahahah

and he was black, im not being racist. hah
chuchhh!

Easter Mayhem!

first of all...pictures!



miss sassy & miss cutesy





miss alexis





miss abby





a glimpse of the madness...and miss cutesy showing me her dress





sibling love!





i know im late, but that was pretty much what my easter looked like. babies everywhere, games, food, Filipinos, Hawaiians....daffi, jem, and adonis? they came along for the ride too =] damn this delarama family! they have sooooo many get togethers....and i love it! it usually goes something like this: food and lots of it, babies of all ages playing basketball foursquare video games riding bikes break dancing and running wild in general, moms watching tv talking and eating (maybe even drinking!), and men playing pipito poker or pusoy dos.....with heineken and cigarettes of course. never a dull moment with these people i tell you =]

and in other news... PULSE is in like 0 hours! that shit is to-fuckin-day! fuck! so come and support if you live in vegas...and if you dont start heading here now:



see you there!

Lance Aaron Valdez

i love you. and that is all anyone needs to know for now.

Television

I am so disappointed. tv fucking sucks ass. im suchhhhh a sucka for those lame ass reality shows that have infested every channel, i dont even know what to do with myself. like tonight for example, i turned it on to MTV, and what did i see? FIRST of all, i know its a joke (or is it?) but that fuckin "im on a boat" bullshit was on! really t-pain?! really?! you got that top hat on all ugly n' what have you next to two white boys that are grilling patties yelling at me to look at their fuckin boat?!? who are you?!!! THEN once that bullshit was over, bitchass lil wayne wana come on playing like 3 chords on this guitar at some show! who the fuck made you punk rock?! this was THEN followed by a reality show. muhahaha like i said, so disappointing....but please believe it gets worse.(and sad-er, brace yourself) i turned to the local news and they found some old womans body half way mummified because she had been dead for 6 years in her house and her skin was stuck to her sheets. i shit you not, this is real life. and i guess the daughter knew about it and was steady stackin her social security checks. and then the next story was about how cops found a backpack in the woods with someones body parts in it. what the fuck las vegas. what are we doing to each other..... fuck you tv, fuck you.

well yea thats all. im sucking big time at this blog shit but whatever, i try.
oh and feng wanted me to shout him out again -______- big ups to him and quest crew tho, dont hate! theyre doing movies and little interviews n shit, go them!

ANDDD *GROOVE this weekend is gonna be sick! and the lovelyzzz are gonna be in town ^_^


ok, the end! freal.

Hip Hip...

HOORAY!.......damn you tfc. you're always on with your fucking shitty actors, lame ass singers, and stupid game shows! always got the volume on all high n' shit fuckin singing and what have you....fuck you!

ahahhahahahah! i dont really hate it that much but dammit man! newhoos...
today i woke up all early n shit, ya know, doin the dance thanggg performing at the library for this charity event. it was fun, performing is always fun =] then we all ate together followed by patti and myself proceeding to run-a-mock. then later on hifi had rehearsal with johnathan from culture shock, and damn that man! he can go right along with fuckin wowwowwee! haha nawwww im jk, im only saying that bkus his shit was so redics and sick. ive decided that i either really really love gay-hop, or really really hate it....in this case i loved it. its one of those dances that i feel like i can get into character. really just feel out the moves and let the music move me. good shit, cant wait to see what that piece will develop into.
well noww im currently bullshitting homework that i NEED to stay ontop of, ANDDDDDDD...ANDDDDDDDDD checking my email which told me that i (ahem), I HAVE WORK TOMORROW! WOOOOOOOOOOO! hahaha no, its not a rumor, homegirl got a J-O-B! i am now employed by none other than American Apparel =] super excited, im also very pleased that they chose to start a nigga at 3 tomorrow, bkus i am fucking tired! and with that being said, im donezo! so goodnight! ^_^

Feb.

wake up from my dreaming and think hard on its meaning
everyday its seaming like something im believing
while i know its just the bad in me bringing out the mad in me
its so sad to see me act so fuckin fragilely
maybe the vauge images and short stories are whats real
the life i live is fake, down to everything i feel
but how can you live two lives and not even know?
how can you survive everyday and still have no where to go?
is my mind showing what my heart is shouting
do i take action or sit still doubting
tick tick theres the clock tick tick and there it goes
hand on my forehead as i stare upward at my toes
reachin for answers as i reach for the sheets
slip myself back into the warmth i always meet
tomorrow i'll wake up just the same as today
mind at highspeed, eyes lookin every which way
fuck it, im over it, to hell with trying to understand
time for the show, and im the biggest fan



poem for Feb. again, not everything i feel, just where i am right now.
and like the poem said, im off to bed, so peace out lurks.