Tuesday, June 02, 2009
tweeting.
Old notes: Even being alone, its better than sitting next to a lover and feeling lonely. angelie at 5:52 PM 0comments
Friday, January 09, 2009
am i just being overcritical or what?
i go to work everyday but still feel like i never really finish anything. angelie at 1:15 AM 0comments
Thursday, January 08, 2009
quoting scarjo.
"I've had that a couple of times where he wasn't into me or wasn't available emotionally," she said. "It's kind of a hard thing to admit when you really like somebody and you can see the potential of the relationship but they can't." angelie at 9:37 PM 1comments
Thursday, December 18, 2008
objectifying christmas.
WISH List!
What i really want:
new phone
sewing machine
mixer for baking
new laptop
an all expense paid trip with pocket money
car + driver, in short, taxi! haha. d:
a business that can work itself out
not so complicated relationships
For kris kringles and exchange gifts:
earrings holder for showroom
metal hard case for nano 3rd gen
DVD -maging sino ka man and kahit isang saglit
thong flats white angelie at 8:50 AM 0comments
Friday, December 21, 2007
scenes from a provincial life 2
Is the truth, the happiness, the unhappiness or the average of the two?
JM Coetzee angelie at 10:17 PM 0comments
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
On Marriage.
Another perspective refers to the sociological views of the self. The structural symbolic interactionism perspective (Stryker and Burke, 2002; Stryker and Statham, 1985) views the self as comprised of the various roles that people play, such as spouse, partners, sibling, friend or parent. These social roles contribute to people's core identities by providing them with a source of meaning or purpose. (Gove, 1973)
Marital roles facilitate interaction between spouses by offering a set of guidelines about how to be a good wife or husband, including expectations about starting a family. Marriage benefits people by assuming that people in committed role relationships experience a stronger sense of identity and self worth than individuals in less committed relationships. angelie at 1:33 PM 1comments
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
I don't know how long regret existed before humans stuck a word on it.
Reminiscing in the drizzle of Portland, I notice
the ring that's landed on your finger, a massive
insect of glitter, a chandelier shining at the end
of a long tunnel. Thirteen years ago, you hid the hurt
in your voice under a blanket and said there's two kinds
of women—those you write poems about
and those you don't. It's true. I never brought you
a bouquet of sonnets, or served you haiku in bed.
My idea of courtship was tapping Jane's Addiction
lyrics in Morse code on your window at three A.M.,
whiskey doing push-ups on my breath. But I worked
within the confines of my character, cast
as the bad boy in your life, the Magellan
of your dark side. We don't have a past so much
as a bunch of electricity and liquor, power
never put to good use. What we had together
makes it sound like a virus, as if we caught
one another like colds, and desire was merely
a symptom that could be treated with soup
and lots of sex. Gliding beside you now,
I feel like the Benjamin Franklin of monogamy,
as if I invented it, but I'm still not immune
to your waterfall scent, still haven't developed
antibodies for your smile. I don't know how long
regret existed before humans stuck a word on it.
I don't know how many paper towels it would take
to wipe up the Pacific Ocean, or why the light
of a candle being blown out travels faster
than the luminescence of one that's just been lit,
but I do know that all our huffing and puffing
into each other's ears—as if the brain was a trick
birthday candle—didn't make the silence
any easier to navigate. I'm sorry all the kisses
I scrawled on your neck were written
in disappearing ink. Sometimes I thought of you
so hard one of your legs would pop out
of my ear hole, and when I was sleeping, you'd press
your face against the porthole of my submarine.
I'm sorry this poem has taken thirteen years
to reach you. I wish that just once, instead of skidding
off the shoulder blade's precipice and joyriding
over flesh, we'd put our hands away like chocolate
to be saved for later, and deciphered the calligraphy
of each other's eyelashes, translated a paragraph
from the volumes of what couldn't be said.
The Benjamin Franklin of Monogamy, Jeffrey McDaniel angelie at 1:45 PM 0comments
Deadbeat.
Tired. angelie at 12:32 AM 0comments
tweeting.
Old notes: Even being alone, its better than sitting next to a lover and feeling lonely. angelie at 5:52 PM 0comments
Friday, January 09, 2009
am i just being overcritical or what?
i go to work everyday but still feel like i never really finish anything. angelie at 1:15 AM 0comments
Thursday, January 08, 2009
quoting scarjo.
"I've had that a couple of times where he wasn't into me or wasn't available emotionally," she said. "It's kind of a hard thing to admit when you really like somebody and you can see the potential of the relationship but they can't." angelie at 9:37 PM 1comments
Thursday, December 18, 2008
objectifying christmas.
WISH List!
What i really want:
new phone
sewing machine
mixer for baking
new laptop
an all expense paid trip with pocket money
car + driver, in short, taxi! haha. d:
a business that can work itself out
not so complicated relationships
For kris kringles and exchange gifts:
earrings holder for showroom
metal hard case for nano 3rd gen
DVD -maging sino ka man and kahit isang saglit
thong flats white angelie at 8:50 AM 0comments
Friday, December 21, 2007
scenes from a provincial life 2
Is the truth, the happiness, the unhappiness or the average of the two?
JM Coetzee angelie at 10:17 PM 0comments
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
On Marriage.
Another perspective refers to the sociological views of the self. The structural symbolic interactionism perspective (Stryker and Burke, 2002; Stryker and Statham, 1985) views the self as comprised of the various roles that people play, such as spouse, partners, sibling, friend or parent. These social roles contribute to people's core identities by providing them with a source of meaning or purpose. (Gove, 1973)
Marital roles facilitate interaction between spouses by offering a set of guidelines about how to be a good wife or husband, including expectations about starting a family. Marriage benefits people by assuming that people in committed role relationships experience a stronger sense of identity and self worth than individuals in less committed relationships. angelie at 1:33 PM 1comments
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
I don't know how long regret existed before humans stuck a word on it.
Reminiscing in the drizzle of Portland, I notice
the ring that's landed on your finger, a massive
insect of glitter, a chandelier shining at the end
of a long tunnel. Thirteen years ago, you hid the hurt
in your voice under a blanket and said there's two kinds
of women—those you write poems about
and those you don't. It's true. I never brought you
a bouquet of sonnets, or served you haiku in bed.
My idea of courtship was tapping Jane's Addiction
lyrics in Morse code on your window at three A.M.,
whiskey doing push-ups on my breath. But I worked
within the confines of my character, cast
as the bad boy in your life, the Magellan
of your dark side. We don't have a past so much
as a bunch of electricity and liquor, power
never put to good use. What we had together
makes it sound like a virus, as if we caught
one another like colds, and desire was merely
a symptom that could be treated with soup
and lots of sex. Gliding beside you now,
I feel like the Benjamin Franklin of monogamy,
as if I invented it, but I'm still not immune
to your waterfall scent, still haven't developed
antibodies for your smile. I don't know how long
regret existed before humans stuck a word on it.
I don't know how many paper towels it would take
to wipe up the Pacific Ocean, or why the light
of a candle being blown out travels faster
than the luminescence of one that's just been lit,
but I do know that all our huffing and puffing
into each other's ears—as if the brain was a trick
birthday candle—didn't make the silence
any easier to navigate. I'm sorry all the kisses
I scrawled on your neck were written
in disappearing ink. Sometimes I thought of you
so hard one of your legs would pop out
of my ear hole, and when I was sleeping, you'd press
your face against the porthole of my submarine.
I'm sorry this poem has taken thirteen years
to reach you. I wish that just once, instead of skidding
off the shoulder blade's precipice and joyriding
over flesh, we'd put our hands away like chocolate
to be saved for later, and deciphered the calligraphy
of each other's eyelashes, translated a paragraph
from the volumes of what couldn't be said.
The Benjamin Franklin of Monogamy, Jeffrey McDaniel angelie at 1:45 PM 0comments
Deadbeat.
Tired. angelie at 12:32 AM 0comments
