mute the tv, for awhile. i need to speak

hear me out.
the o.c.
what do u think of it
a try hard or a pretty good catch
for a lazy tuesday night in
when nothing else's on

mischa barton. im not too sure whats up with this girl
sure, shes kind of pretty i guess
but thing is, i dont think she can act well
at least not for the o.c
since day one she strikes me
as an unsure, fragile character
wait a minute.
did her role on o.c
really meant for her to be that way
dammnit man shes so like..limbek limbek
i watched this eccentric show the other day'
-lost and delirious <2001canadian film>
and pipa perabo starred as this possessive lesbo
mischa barton as this sad, passive depressive character
with a look of melancholy so immense
it finally clicks in my head why she acts
that way in the oc!
hhaa!mystery solved
so do i think shes a good actress
well yeah, only for poignant roles such as sixth sense or whatever.
i must say i was pretty impressed with the way pipa perabo played her character
considering the humongous constrasting roles between that flick and the one she played in coyote ugly. big diff. and she pulls both off darn well.
i am impressed.

now on to adam brody (seth cohen). ahhh*dreamy sigh. hes so cute. plus his character in the oc is darn funny as well. i mean take a good look at him. the guy's adorable/.shites. sis wants to take over the net now. so i have to stop raving and ranting about him now.back later.

amelie

the snowflakes fall

onto my arm and i chew.
in my mind. i do not mean literally
the coffee swirls in the mug
no. its no longer hot
just sitting still
before yor eyes. i do not mean it literally

if colours had a world
of their own
if languages speak a world
of their own
would not life be more infused
joint in custody
parents as regimes
godfathers of one land

i watched that french show, amiele the other night it was rather interesting. queer in its own way. artistic perhaps in its own right. well. it was pretty darn good i must say. nothing to do with the above, just so u were wondering

the chef in me speaks

wine
infuse the taste
wine and sweet chiffons
truffles and nice wine
infuse the taste
mix it up slowly
let the red meat cook under light heated flames
let the slinky taste of olive oil
run over as it trickles smooth
thats the artistry of food
rich, glorious and fine in dining.


i wish i could get a better poem done up on this but oh well. maybe some other day.
some restaurants are so glam in style, sophistication and the hip, happening factor. concepts concepts my dear. jamie oliver inspires me? not. british documentaries are so boring. behind the prettiness of the kitchen studio the silence of editing and cinematography screams for something more hollywood.

how how the disjointed glass of white wine
simmered down my throat
the light weight of strawberries
in russia in greece
frankfurt or italy
its still new york city
where i wanna be.

stand amazed

Stand amazed at the interconnecting neuron cells of humankind’s brain. If u do biology or science, intrigue of our senses never fails to press truly deeper after each day’s worth of study. Sadly, I do not do either of these subjects, for God made some interested in science, some in literature, some in business, some in education, some in the practices of law, some in medicine, some in sports and the list can, without a speck of doubt, go on n on. Look around you, look at the world on a giant billboard or huge poster, could you? What is it filled with. Look again. Think harder, dig deeper. It’s not just about this year, it doesn’t just canvas the present time or century we live in. it’s not just the place or the country or the space you live in, or were born in. existence is not just whatever passes you by. Either through the media or voices from each other. Think. Go on, probe deeper. Why of all centuries were you placed in this? Of all years, you had to be born in the year of 1987, for example, and live up to a particular age. Of all peoples, you have to know the ones you know right now, connected or disconnected. I believe accidental is not the word for the answer. Neither is coincidental, for with God, there is a purpose in everything. Down to every minute, down to every second. Each detail was thoughtfully crafted by our Maker, and when that exact moment came it was meted out. In the words of present tense? When the precise moment comes, whatever the purpose God intends will meet with the given time(seasons).So mates, fellow friends, peers or older or younger souls-
stand amazed.
10 04 pm
august 28 2004, Sunday


dont just park on the sidelines.
N O T I P

soft russ ink spills. ink. ramblings from/me

People say great writers are born from the
Delves of their personal experiences
That supposed truth
I deny with absolute obstinateness
Cant one step in anothers shoes
And begin a tireless walk
Sketching and filling in colours
Almost believable (like the real painting)
And possibly rich and pleasing to the ears of the crowd?
My pen lifts and thumps down upon the paper again.
Each stroke,
Seldom my own (experience)
But as I grow older
With each passing year
There are much more rooms of moments to pour on half filled
Journals
After all, what would people want to read
A defect of choice
Or the real inner workings
Of another
After all, that was what made the world go round,
Didn’t it?
But then again
The tales and flights of one’s imagination soar higher than any other
And brings one into another world altogether
From which a single canvas can bring about an immense appreciation
For God’s handiwork of man’s mind

keep the consumers happy

leaner with less fat
non round
lighter
and theyll come.
rumbling nothing but empty crap. macdonalds lays its waste. on my pink wall. yuck.
cyncism post war of _ _ _ _ _ h_ _A
im just babbling crap. Burp/ ignore me.

u can get so sick of her its not funny

ugly to some
beautiful to others
to m e
i reckon the girl's kind of pretty/
just like the way i loved maroon5 when they first came out
and got addicted to that music stand at borders
hooked on the song the sweetest goodbye
not until you look at the video and
think wth does he think hes doing? rolling
about in the sand like that
you listen over and over
the track keeps repeating itself
you cant get it out of your head
wham! it starts to annoy you
the prickly little catus thorns
start to cling onto your bare,
sweltering skin and
the touch isnt pleasant
it isnt nice.
right, youre getting sick of it
you need a puke bag, for fuck's sake.
why did i even think about buying that lousy band's cd
when i could download it off the net for free
no. of course its not that bad but it gets on yor nerves
how that dude can sing in such a bizarre way it
really makes you desire technology to quicken so fast
you can get a teleporter machine of some kind so
you can reach out to him,
wring his neck just for a shocker
so you can try to shut him up
its just like the time paris hilton and nicole r
did that cheap farm show. that reality gimmick in an attempt to
show the world that paris is a really all but a nice sweet girl
who aint a slut, aint a whiny rich spoilt brat.
nice. praise the Lord. now you and i now have the complete evidence
in a series of not one but two(oh no) that well, yeah.
she is a whiner, she is nothing but a pain in a butt...
well you get the idea.
i somehow find it draining to write about this hilton girl
i am not so sure why.
maybe because even tho initially, like maroon5 didnt rub me the wrong way,
i came to grow repulsive toward them both.
although once in a while id go off
for a tune and a short cuddliuo sing of she will be loved or this love
but as for paris hilton
please, all you magazine editors
stop publishing her face in every single available magazine space u get
your hands on. its not like she actually derseves it, does she.
hog queen who once starred in a damn crappy show like
haunted house, tt didnt even make it to the nomination list of the oscars
or maybe a survey should be done to check
just how many of those pictures are used as dartboards or
objects of vandelism.