Saturday, December 26, 2009
STICK BOY AND MATCH GIRL IN LOVE
Stick Boy liked Match Girl,
He liked her a lot.
He liked her cute figure,
he thought she was hot.
But could a flame ever burn
for a match and a stick?
It did quite literally;
he burned up quick.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Sleepwalkin'
I needed a roadmap
To find out where you lived
So excited now
Sleepwalking
'cause I'm sleepwalking
The white trash boys
Listen to their headphones
Blasting white noise
In the convenience store parking lot
I hung around there
Wasting my time
Hoping you'll stop by
Because I'm sleepwalking
I'm sleepwalking
A mutual friend's parents
Left town for a week
So we raided their liquor stash
And walked down by the riverside
Sleepwalking
'cause I'm sleepwalking
First Day of My Life
Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach
Yours was the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
I don't know where I am; I don't know where I've been
So I thought I'd let you know
Yeah, these things take forever; I especially am slow
But I realized how I need you
Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning?
And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed
And you said
"This is the first day of my life
I'm Glad I didn't die before I met you
But now I don't care, I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy"
So if you want to be with me
With these things there's no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I'd rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides, maybe this time is different
I mean, I really think you like meeeee eeee e eee
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
TANGERINE
I only find it slips away to grey
The hours, they bring me pain
Tangerine, Tangerine
Living reflection of a dream
I was her love, she was my queen
And now a thousand years between
Thinking how it used to be
Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again?
And I do...
Tangerine, Tangerine
Living reflection of a dream
I was her love, she was my queen
And now a thousand years between
Saturday, December 5, 2009
I'm in Love w/ a Girl
Finest girl in the world
I didn't know I could feel this way
Think about her all the time
Always on my mind
I didn't know about love
All that a man should do is true
I'm in love with a girl
Finest girl in the world
I didn't know this could happen to me
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Where the Wild Things Are...
Friday, October 9, 2009
HALLOWEEN is approaching...
Friday, October 2, 2009
It's SO COLD...
"If You Forget Me"
By Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists:
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
"Si Tú Me Olvidas"
By Pablo Neruda
una cosa.
Tú sabes cómo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal, la rama roja
del lento otoño en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe:
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeños barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.
Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejaré de quererte poco a poco.
Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habré olvidado.
Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
piensa
que en esa día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.
Pero
si cada día,
cada hora,
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable,
si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Oh, Give Us Money...
Today was my first day of classes of my last academic year of undergraduate studies...
Here are the lyrics to one of my FAVORITE songs:
Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held,
it pays my way, and it corrodes my soul.
I want to leave. You will not miss me.
I want to go down in musical history.
Frankly, Mr Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck.
I've got the 21st century breathing down my neck.
I must move fast. You understand me.
I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly.
Fame, fame, fatal fame,
it can play hideous tricks on the brain,
but still I rather be famous
than righteous or holy, any day, any day, any day.
But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled
making Christmas cards with the mentally ill.
I want to live and I want to love.
I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of.
Frankly, Mr Shankly, this position I've held,
it pays my way and it corrodes my soul.
Oh, I didn't realise that you wrote poetry.
I didn't realise you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly.
Frankly, Mr Shankly, since you ask
you are a flatulent pain the arse.
I do not mean to be so rude,
but still, I must speak frankly, Mr Shankly.
Oh, give us money .
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
NO TITLE
... to use as a response when i'm too lazy to think of a response:
"I DON'T CARE."
what? you don't think it's very original?
Well...
...
...
...
I DON'T CARE.
you don't think Megan Fox is the hottest female in the world?
well...
...
...
...
you're DUMB because...
... just look at the preponderance of evidence in the photograph above that proves otherwise.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Public Enemies
Saturday, June 27, 2009
???-and-Model Couples
I wish I was...
Actually... No, I wish i was a Football-er with a Model...
Whatever... conclusion... models are hot, which is why they are models.
(the photos create bias; sorry.)
I lied ....
The truth is I wish I was Spider-Man dating Lindsay Lohan
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
"I Know"
... because apparently they don't know any other combination of words other than, "I Know" (in that sequence).
What-The-"F" DO YOU KNOW, REALLY. (does a rhetorical question require a question mark? I Don't Know. Someone help me out.)
Just because you have the intellectual capacity to know when your birthday is now, doesn't mean you know everything.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
ROBBING THE BANK
Monday, June 22, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
BEAUTIFUL
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
FORECASTS
2. Twitter will fall off the face of the earth within the next few years, unless they figure out a way to make the features they offer through their services STICK... and I don't think that's going to happen with the Management they have now.
3. Yelp is going to be HUGE... unless you use the word HUGE to describe Facebook, then Yelp is going to be REALLY BIG.
Your Child's Personal Chauffeur?
The Maybach was definitely his. So then, my next question is, "WHY ARE YOU GETTING INTO THE DRIVER'S SEAT?" Third question, "Where is you Driver?"
The experience of sitting in the back-seat of the Maybach is what you're essentially paying for when purchasing a Maybach. Am I not right? This dueche-bag is most likely driving around his kids in this Maybach.... what's worse is his children are going to be bigger deuche-bags than he is. Why, you ask? Well, because their father is their personal Chauffeur, they're going to grow up with a delusional sense of entitlement.
Second issue is... if you don't have the money for a personal driver, why do you have a Maybach?
I don't know... maybe the dude does have a chauffeur, and it was the chauffuer's day off because the dude is a nice guy and doesn't mind looking like a deuchebag so that his driver can have a day off.
THIS IS ME BEING A LEVEL-B-HATER.
Something I wrote a month ago, when I didn't have this blog...
Title: I SUCK @ LIFE
story of my life:
scored a 1510 on the SATs, and the only school that accepted me was Boston University's College of Arts of Science -- due to self-sabatoge. (A third of my friends on FB are from BU; I hope they don't take this the wrong way... but seriously, i should have attended a tier one school, and everyone who knows me will agree with this.)
If I remember correctly, i think BU was my safety and Binghamton was like my super-safety.
I then got kicked out of BU (because i suck @ life).
... and then, instead of getting my shit together, i went to korea. why did i go to korea? because i suck @ life, that's why. this was another retarded decision (for oh-so-many reasons). when i came back to America, i still couldn't get my shit together.
... everything before this (and, to some extent, after this) has been pretty much the same thing in different form.
now, i am at Hofstra University studying Finance, and i work part-time. i have a 3.8 GPA, and i am on schedule to graduate next spring, but honestly, when i look at myself, I STILL SUCK @ LIFE, just not as much as i used to. e.g. My friend and I at the beginning of the year "planned" to launch our business by the end of the the year. It is now 6 months later, and we have made very little progress.
sometimes i like to think that i am from korea, and the reason i am graduating 2 years later than the standard 4 years in America is that i went to the Army for 2 years because it is mandatory for all korean males to do so... but why kid myself.
p.s. just wanted to write down how i felt.
*if you so happen to read this, please refrain from leaving cliche comments... because then not only will i be suffering from a brief stint of depression (which can sometimes be beneficial) but also from an extreme case of nausea.
and i know some of you will be overcome by an urge to leave a cliche JUST because i asked you not to; please fight that urge. damn 청개구리's (i wish they had a word/phrase/term for this in english).