I loved your memo, btw...

''It's not a memo, it's a mission statement.''

Saturday, December 06, 2003

"A Change of BLOG address"
[Music || Billie Piper, "Rise"]

http://mental-pollution.violet-flow.com/
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A zillion thank-qs to Winnie for hosting me! Check it out, check it out! I'm hosted and you can reach me now at http://mental-pollution.violet-flow.com/. Uh huh, a doman-ish name!

Now, I SHOULD tackle that frigging research paper.
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Wednesday, December 03, 2003

"Lesson In Love For Believers"
[Music || Jo Davidson, "Fragile Tough Girl"]
I am swearing off on love. It's not for me, not for I. Lucy Woodward and I disagree on there is enough love in the world. I don't think so and I hate all these stupid romantic comedies where everyone falls head over heels for one another.

I hate this thing called love. Why must we all have sex and love and all this sh*t? Why can't we just be alone? I seriously hate all these people holding hands and believing the world is a dandy place. Just please, get a frigging room. I pity you since you're not living the wonderful single life. It's better to be lonely, you don't have to deal with all this crap handed before you.

I've been hurt and now the only person I can rely on is me and occasionally, the shoulders I can lean on. Thank you Helen, Ali, Clay...

My spirit's been broken and now I am going to toughen my skin and block out all this stupid hopeless romantic sh*t. I am not going to fall, not me, not I. I am not going to stumble like Lara Croft for Terry; I am stronger than that. I am stronger.

Lines inspired from the liner notes of Jo Davidson's "Kiss Me There":
YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT.
DON'T FUCKING TELL ME WHAT I WANT.

Tuesday, December 02, 2003

"Innocence Lost"
[Music || Stephen Gately, "If Only You Were Here"]
Today, I made up my mind -- I was going to make it on my own. It irritated me that my mom thought I didn't know how to get around the city. I've only told her bits and pieces of my life, but she thought she could connect the dots. Too bad, her sharing how much she knew about my life to relatives is only going to draw me further away from her. Now I'm withholding more of my life from her. I have this issue with trust and how much I am willing to tell someone about my mundane life.

I mapped it out and made my way to the nearest Best Buy after English class. I didn't anticipate the walk was actually very far. After taking the bus, I walked through slum streets and I fear crept up my spine. I was alone, without a cell phone (foolish me), in a strange part of town. There were dark alley ways and soon, I reached a point where there was no shops on the street except for a dark factory. Homeless people wandered the sidewalks and I didn't take any chances, edging away from them. The streets were paved with puddles under the recent gloomy, gray sky. I could've turned back but I was headstrong and naive, thinking of my DVD sets rather than safety: I was going to climb this mountain.

I had to walk through strange neighborhoods, with run-down shops and strange hobos, to make it to Best Buy. And finally, after 45 minutes or so, suffocating in my warm sweater and jacket, I saw this small Best Buy right by the freeway. After handing my backpack to the workers in the front of the store to hold, I looked around and saw how tiny it was compared to the Best Buys I'm accustomed to (The CD sections were squished together!). I made up my mind I had to get in and buy my two "Alias" DVD sets and get out -- the clock was ticking and darkness was befalling.

Un garcon! The cashier line was horrendous. However, it must be the same back home since it's the holiday seasons. My back ached as I walked back to the bus station with my backpack overstuffed with the DVD sets. I must be paranoid because I thought any moment, some bum was going to snatch my backpack or demand I hand over my wallet. I walked fast, racing against the sunset. Another 45 minutes later, it was dark when I made it to that station at nearly 5:00 p.m.

I feel like I'm growing up fast suddenly. I mean, I have to depend on myself now and that means I have to plan things out and fend for myself. I thought it was crazy that back home, I would've never thought about being mugged when I wanted to visit Best Buy. Now, I have to walk several blocks from a bus station in a strange neighborhood.

I have yet to watch the "Alias" DVD sets, but it was a good thing I bought them at a low price ($15 off when you buy both Season 1 and 2 this week). I'll probably watch a couple episodes inbetween Finals Week studying breaks.

Wish me luck.

Monday, December 01, 2003

"'Fearless' Scared Off The Frog"
Am I listening correctly? The fking WB ordered episodes of crap like "One Tree Hill" but they're not going through with their original midseason replacement "Fearless"? I am pissed. I want to watch Rachael Leigh Cook kick ass as Gaia Moore in "Fearless."

Originally, "Fearless" was suppose to go through on the Fall schedule but the WB decided to cash in on "One Tree Hill" and Chad Michael Murray's instant fame. The weak reception from the "Fearless" pilot may have contributed. I have been hearing of constant "Fearless" rewrites and recasting have pushed it back.

Now, the only hope for "Fearless" is being a consideration for Fall 2004. It's not a good sign when a TV show is held on for that long.

The WB sucks. ARGH. Rachael Leigh Cook and the original cast probably won't do the role if the WB holds it on for that long.
"Thoughts"
[Music || Mariah Carey, "Close My Eyes"]
I have so much to write about I don't know where to start.

Going back home, nothing really changed except for me. I don't want to stay at home. My parents annoy me too much. I rather be alone. I've been thinking a lot lately, being alone offers me so much more than to put up with relationships.

Solitude is a wonderful thing. And I don't mind it. I think I was meant to live alone. There isn't a person in the world who can move my soul and match on the same level as me. And to quote Jo Davidson's song, "There's so much sex without love." I don't want that. I want to give myself away when the perfect person arrives. And that is never. I don't care if my standards are too high, but that's just the way it is for me. I rather be alone than to fall for something that doesn't fit. I was talking to a friend about this... and is it wrong to have standards to high, to be too picky? If it is, I don't care.

It finally hit me that I don't have a sense of belonging anymore. I never felt home was where I belonged. I hate Alhambra and all the crappy markets and restaurants and people that are there. I feel the place is so ignorant and shielded from much of diverse world. It's a stereotype, but shoot me if I put a stamp on the city.

I don't have a sense of belonging here either. I am new to this city and I have so much to discover. I value my own privacy so much, even at home when I would lock the door before retiring. I want a room of my own, then everything will be perfect. I don't want to deal with people, I want to be able to walk among the others like a ghost. Nobody knows me and I don't know anyone. Sure, they'll be times when I'll feel too lonely but distance friendships are worth more than close ones.

On top of all this, I don't know what direction I want to take my life in right now. It's like the Buffy season when you're just there in life... you don't know which path to take.