12.12.06

10. Dickenson

Heart, we will forget him
You and I, tonight.
You must forget the warmth
he gave, I will forget the light.

10.12.06

9. almost over

it feels like just yesterday i was racing up the stairs during recess to get food from Riri. we were all so idiotic. i dont remember us doing much but sitting in the restaurant all day all night.
that was sweet.

First sem of college is almost over. time goes by too fast. ill be done in 3 1/2 years. MADNESS.
cant handle it..

3.12.06

28.11.06

7. cheers

tracing my indigenous scars
i feel it.

cheers for the scars to come
ill be waiting for you
be quick and subtle

24.11.06

6. Big day

today's schedule:

1st/ Museum of Modern Art - term paper
2nd/ Telegraph Hill - wild parrots & HW
3rd/ Union square - the annual tree lighting
4th/ BRAZIL - European film @ the Clay Theatre

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what actually happened...

1st/ Museum of Modern Art - 3 to 6 pm
2nd/ Snack @ Blondies for pizza
3rd/ played Chess on Market St.
4th/ Dinner at home.

ha ha


21.11.06

4. "blow"


"May the wind always be at your back
and the sun upon your face,
and the winds of destiny carry you
aloft to dance with the stars..."

20.11.06

3. surrealism


"At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can."
-Frida Kahlo

19.11.06

2. me

no one is picking up their phone. at this point, i guess, the only thing i can turn to is this blog.
you are my bestfriend, blog. haha

lets talk about me.

i want to leave. i want to open my arms wide, inhale the breath of the ocean, and dive into her soul. i want to sing; sing like the angels are harmonizing with me. Dance; dance like no ones around. Cry: cry like the pain will never end. Pray; pray like everyone on this earth is dying. i want to live in the past or in the future. i dont want to be where i am now. i dont like the smell in the bus of Muni49. i dont like bullshit people. i like soup. i like food. i like photos. i want a pro camera. i want to go to cambodia. i want to see everyone. i miss everyone. why is everyone away from me. why am i writing this. why are we living...

im tired.


credits: chechb

i miss home.
someone take me home.

1. easy like sunday morning


I have decided to join my dearest kemi on this blogspot, just to simply have another account to check on while I sit in front of my laptop wondering what else I should ambush.

I am home alone. Chuluunkhuu is in New Jersy, visiting her princeton boy.

These past few days of solitude, I have shunned myself from the world, and locked myself in this mexican-painted casa. Once Tianji and Nomi is gone, I realized, this is how my life would be in foggy San Francisco - bed undone, dishes unwashed, and homework awaiting for my intelligence to conquer. I have come up with many conclusions of what I will do to fill my time, and that is to work and save money to travel the world; my first stop will be Paramibo, Suriname, to visit the crazy-little-thing-that-moves-around, Sherlyn Ferrier. & I am determined.

I have 5 papers due after Thanksgiving, yet, I find myself searching for excuses to avoid lifting my pen... procrastination. how reluctant I am!

Life is interesting enough for us human beings to get out and appreciate. Life is not made for us bums to just sit at home and cry about the past or the future; therefore, I, ms. julia "butterfly" hill-wannabe, am gonna go out and get me some coffee. we'll see what goes on from there.

peace yo