I`m making a declaration.
This blog is now officially defunct.
I feel that I`m going through a new phase in my life and I`ve had enough of a blog whose main purpose seems to be for entertainment. I yearn for a brand new release. Something different, something more expressive, more inspirational, more propelling, more intoxicating. And I am going to create that.
I hope this blog will never be deleted though. I cherish every single post I`ve made. They all hold significant value, in one way or another; whether in just making me feel better about life or in contributing sanity, or insanity, in my struggling growth of adolescence and in the search of MY identity, of MY place in the adult world. They are part of me, you know?
I would say all good things come to an end, but I WON`T. Simple because it does not. The legacy still lives on in our hearts. You KNOW that.
Paradiseandspice.blogspot.com
Dec 2005 - July2006
9:08 PM
The Philosophy of Time Travel.
Dear Roberta Sparrow,
I have reached the end of your book and.. there are so many things that I need to ask you. Sometimes I`m afraid of what you might tell me. Sometimes I`m afraid that you`ll tell me that this is not a work of fiction. I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.
9:42 PM
Cherries, red wine, and covered lies.
But I can still remember the world from the eyes of a child. Let`s go back to that?
7:32 PM
Fourth WORLD CUP victory for ITALY.
I know I was initially rooting for them, but I`m not sure if they deserved it because if you had watched the game, the French clearly proved to be the better team. Their attacks were powerful, strong and swift. But we still have to give credit for Italy`s solid defense. Plus Buffon`s performance was incredible.
The crucial highlight of the game was when Materazzi grabbed Zidane(Zizou)`s jersey for a few seconds, and after exchanging words, Zidane turned around and head-butted him right straight in the middle of his chest! And that can only mean one thing. RED CARD. It was quite shocking, because I heard he`s known for his poise and elegance when he plays and also in person.
This incident probably cost France to lose, although I thought that wasn`t the greatest tragedy. The most unforgivable shame was how Zidane ended his stellar career with such a brutal act of fury when it didn`t have to be that way. He could have been hoisting the World Cup up in the air and relishing the glory instead of Cannavaro if not for that moment of impulsive rashness. He could have had the best retirement, but it was not to be.
I was frustrated with the Italians, because now (2nd-half) that Henry (why did Domenech take him out anyway?) and Zidane were gone, it`s time for them to up their game and dazzle the crowd with a grand finish or something. They were supposed to CHIONG. But they didn`t. They just went into a shell of mediocrity and stifled virtually all the life out of the game urgh! They were lucky to have conceded all five penalties, and with Trezeguet (do you know he used to play for Italy?) missing one for France. Still, it was no way to win a World Cup.
Zidane`s head-butt.
looks pretty painful to me. ouch.
`Hey man what the f*** is your problem?!`-Cannavaro.
`Hey man what the f*** is your problem?!`-Buffon. LOL.
More Kay Pohs! haiyo.
'Put it back in your pocket or i swear i will bite you! Rahh.`-Zidane.
'Okok I didn`t mean that. But really, you cannot book me. You must understand. That bastard said I was balding!!`
The closest he`ll ever get to the World Cup trophy. Aw.
WHOOHOOO Zidane`s out! lol okok this was when they won.
I still want to know what exactly Materazzi had said to provoke Zidane so badly!
11:54 PM
This is it.
The game has kicked off.
Who will win the Jules Rimet Cup?
For France we have Thierry Henry and Zinedine Zidane to watchout look out for.
For Italy we have Fabio Cannavaro, Luca Toni, Alessandro Del Piero, Gianluigi Buffon and Francesco Totti. =)
So. Les Bleus or Italia?
All will come to light very, very soon.
2:23 AM
Social Butterfly.
Get out the formaldehyde, pins, and magnifying glass, add them to my collection. They look so pretty, when they dont move.
Dusty wings. Frozen beauty.
They begin life so dull. Caterpillar. Insect. Laying dorment caccooned by their own self loathing. Until one day they burst out screamingandshouting while cliche' airkissing. In red.blue.andyellow.
Their minute of limelight quickly fades. They lay broken winged. Once a star, now all thats left is a chalky, faded reminder. Dull. Reminiscent of their true hidden self.
Appreciated by many. But adored by few, the obsessive butterfly collectors; yellow waxy anorack wearers of society.
spinning: boats & birds by gregory and the hawk.12:55 AM
Dance and explode
Reeling from nights that
Kiss and control
All of our broken hearts.
spinning: hide and seek by imogen heap.
8:27 PM
I hate how I`m unable to express my personal feelings on this blog, MY blog. Because I know my younger sisters and possibly even my mother read it. So what I do is that I`ll break up whatever thoughts and feelings I have and infuse bits of them into random muses. I don`t even know why I try since usually they`ll end up being so distorted that its primitive meaning is lost anyway.
I`m willing to bleed for days more reds and grays so you don't hurt so much, would you do the same for me? I guess not.
I`ve been sorrowful lately, but I`m not going to talk about my grievances in this huge perfect world where my worth is just miniscule. The song that`s currently playing is supposed to make me feel better about myself, about life, everything. Yet it`s making me cry. Why?
Dance among these broken fucking pieces of me,
Watch them spin across my face,
Watch it fall apart as perfect as before,
Watch the grasp slide out once again,
As this remnant past grabs hold,
Let your sorrow spill among the wine glasses.
To watch her fall apart is a beauty in itself.
12:07 AM