tay

you are selfish, one who banters, alcoholic, bumm, inconsiderate, immature, disrespectful

on Max Payne

yeah, max payne is such a "pain" in the ass. which is to say that it doesn't do anything that makes me want to praise it, but it also didn't do much to make me want to severely criticize it. Simple, it is as by-the-books formulaic as can be, and there's not a surprise around that the corner that isn't obvious immediately.

memory kill

momukamo tas kayod mo mukha mo sa aspalto. apir!

shooting star

my cup's overflowing with life and i fall in between...can i go now?

inside the box

cos the baby's crying always, mom's screech, dad's issues, sister's bitchin...i just slam the door. i've always listen to ambient or trip-hop. from lamb to portishead...but since wala akong trabaho...dami kong na discover. check Tycho. it's a combination of ambient/down-tempo/IDM.

can't hear you guys...

ponder

a friend asked me, "how can you go on when it feels like half of you is missing?"

currently hears

good charlotte's Misery Remix
duran duran Timbaland Remix (all by steve aoki)

shake that fuckin' ass babybeh!

STEVE AOKI on being Asian-American

my new calling

300. that's how many steps i walk up in the morning for our baby's day out. yes, i am a babysitter and i think i liked it (:

dreaming dead

tried to save myself under the pale moon but i just have powder and dust under the rain...

anti-day-rotter music

i’ve been listening to indie-pop bands for quite sometime now. i call them anti day-rotter. I grabbed Spin magazine for some insights. i am currently listening to Harlem Shakes. last year's EP entitled Burning Birthdays. Unlike so many up-and-coming New York bands, this band avoids lingering in one narrow-minded framework. the harmonies may lend themselves to some throwback spector-era comparisons, and may resemble to New Pornographers. in local, their like Ciudad (which i so dig their new single “Until It’s Cool”) check them out at harlemshakes.com.

how am i

how do you find the words to say…
how do you prepare yourself…
let’s not ask for the moon. the stars. silent sigh.

save for work by diesel

just got this from a friend and i agree that this is one of the funniest shit! lol!

this is from luxury brand "Diesel."

on visioning

it's almost 8am. the rain is about to blow my fuckin brains out. i'm so fed up waiting for my last "allowance" from my previous employer. i'm so sick of my low-existence, witchface landlady questioning me, about my sister's stay in my apartment. i could slap my backpay bux to her effin face. my room is sealed tight like an airplane cabin. i don’t hear the maids of my neighbor thru their laughter. there’s no buzz of city lights in the village (of course!), white noise, or even a distant radio playing. i may as well be fading into a painting. i'm about to sleep..