http://insipidparadise.blogdrive.com/ insipid paradise Mon, 31 Jan 2005 04:35:17 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2005. Religion & Beliefs Arts Relationships http://insipidparadise.blogdrive.com/archive/10.html Mon, 31 Jan 2005 12:31:19 GMT *wala lang...this was a requirment for literature,but i like it alot...i have judgements against academically required compositions,except this one...hope you guys like it din.;) You. The man inside my head. Standing in a corner of my imagination. You’ve become my mantra. My unassuming prince. And you just love to consume me. Wrap me around your thread like a silk cocoon. Then, poof! I no longer exist in this realm, you lure me into yours. Nothing, completely nothing. Until I live inside my head, I am nothing to the rest of the mundane. Which is why I have you, the... (more) http://insipidparadise.blogdrive.com/comments?id=10 http://insipidparadise.blogdrive.com/archive/9.html Sun, 30 Jan 2005 10:39:49 GMT yellow card playing in the background.drums and violins echo the thoughts inside my head.electric guitars mimic the voice speaking in my heart.love songs don't stop playing themselves,and i can't take another second,being reminded of you.but i can't shut the world out.i'm helpless as the ripped sheets of your last letter i've thrown in the wind.and i'm dying inside,precariously taking the next step towards you.but you let me die,you let me fall,and you continue to move away.you see how pathetic i am,and you can't take it.you see how worthless this all is,and you leave it all behind.you... (more) http://insipidparadise.blogdrive.com/comments?id=9 http://insipidparadise.blogdrive.com/archive/8.html Sat, 22 Jan 2005 12:49:15 GMT today is a pinnacle in my life.i broke up with my boyfriend of 9months.why?its a damn long story... ...i went to see my boyfriend this morning,although my body's been achin from all the running i did the other day,and despute the fact that i felt like throwing up because of my period.anyway,we met at around 11.00,went to mapua and had sisig for lunch.after that,we decided to stay at the wall to make tambay (how friggin coñotic). while walking,he pointed out to me this girl in a pink top and capri's.he said that she was a girl from the pep squad.so i,being my opinionated and... (more) http://insipidparadise.blogdrive.com/comments?id=8 http://insipidparadise.blogdrive.com/archive/5.html Thu, 11 Nov 2004 15:18:24 GMT i didn't go to school today. i got the idea from aphro (i'm not sure if she pushed through with it, though). they just had intrams today, anyway. besides, it rained. i was safe and DRY inside the mall, while the rest of the drones got muddied and drenched. but rain is fun. ***[you know what another great idea would be? i think it'd be cool to post on the friendster bulletin board to tell everyone not to go to school. that'd be fun. anarchy is exciting.]*** so, anyway, i met up with my boyfriend at the corner 7-11 at pedro gil. as usual, i was late. i left the house at... (more) http://insipidparadise.blogdrive.com/comments?id=5 http://insipidparadise.blogdrive.com/archive/4.html Thu, 11 Nov 2004 14:42:01 GMT i thought i surpassed the phase of submitting myself to society's expectations. and i pride myself in asserting my individuality. but often, i find myself acting a certain way so that people would find me cool or acceptable; simply for impression, you know? and with that of course, i wouldn't be true to myself -and i hate it. for a long time, i struggled with my identity. so i simply came to the conclusion that i should not do what others expect me to, that i shouldn't be another generic stereotypical cliché -rather i should act in whatsoever way that makes me happy without violating... (more) http://insipidparadise.blogdrive.com/comments?id=4 http://insipidparadise.blogdrive.com/archive/2.html Mon, 08 Nov 2004 14:12:38 GMT My finger runs down Your bare chest A blaring Satin sunset In the darkness of our isolation Outside The flicker of streetlamps Starlight The random drone of buses A black cat pouncing On trash cans Claim the stillness But all I want to hear Is the drumbeat Of your heart and your breath Steady Furious And consuming As the moon or The ocean before sunrise So that maybe In this effervescent moment Of infinity Sheltered in the heaviness Of your arms I can also be sheltered By the prevarication That there’s nothing wrong Nothing... (more) http://insipidparadise.blogdrive.com/comments?id=2 http://insipidparadise.blogdrive.com/archive/1.html Mon, 08 Nov 2004 14:08:41 GMT Your phone calls are memories Of grey afternoons Where raindrops trickle On the rusty tin roof The way sadness And cold bones lurk about you In my sanctuary Of cold morgue walls The wind of the grey afternoon Engulfs my heart With wrenching claws The rest of me jaded to the acrimony Tonight I crave your calls And the song of sunlight That comes only from your voice My heart’s only salvation from The November wind That battles my spirit Trying to devastate To torment To try and blast away The little fire left Of our passion http://insipidparadise.blogdrive.com/comments?id=1