Straight watched this from the 2010 VMA's.
Runaway - Kanye West
Let's have a toast.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Just D.A.N.C.E.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
A new ritual
This is labour day long weekend and what I am doing?
-Sitting in my room
-Cleaning
-Thinking
-Im alone.
All of my friends have pretty much left for their universities and "lucky me", my uni is within TTC distance (1.5 hours).
So all this alone time has got me thinking, and thinking, and thinking.
I've decided that hopefully on a daily basis I will post a blog entry promoting a song of the day type dealio.
Since Manifesto is starting soon I can and definately will be consumed with the Toronto music scene sooo I can promise you that I will be posting anything I hear thats cool.
So for September 5th here's what I've got:
Professor Green's Monster (the dubstep remix)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldVDaKAkwLs
-Sitting in my room
-Cleaning
-Thinking
-Im alone.
All of my friends have pretty much left for their universities and "lucky me", my uni is within TTC distance (1.5 hours).
So all this alone time has got me thinking, and thinking, and thinking.
I've decided that hopefully on a daily basis I will post a blog entry promoting a song of the day type dealio.
Since Manifesto is starting soon I can and definately will be consumed with the Toronto music scene sooo I can promise you that I will be posting anything I hear thats cool.
So for September 5th here's what I've got:
Professor Green's Monster (the dubstep remix)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldVDaKAkwLs
Sunday, May 30, 2010
riddle me this
Sunday, May 16, 2010
PRAMA
Prom is in less than two weeks. WOOOH!
After going to a friend's prom this weekend I can say that I am excited for my own prom now.
Although I'm flying solo for my prom, I'm thinking about it this way: I can focus on myself the whole time.
My parents make it awkward when they ask me who my date is. I tell them each time that I got rejected by my two closest guy friends and that I don't have a date.
awks awks awks awks.
So I guess I'm still a bit bitter about that subject...
Oh god. Another week, another awkward luch session about prom drama (PRAMA).
haha. LOVE IT.
After going to a friend's prom this weekend I can say that I am excited for my own prom now.
Although I'm flying solo for my prom, I'm thinking about it this way: I can focus on myself the whole time.
My parents make it awkward when they ask me who my date is. I tell them each time that I got rejected by my two closest guy friends and that I don't have a date.
awks awks awks awks.
So I guess I'm still a bit bitter about that subject...
Oh god. Another week, another awkward luch session about prom drama (PRAMA).
haha. LOVE IT.
Friday, April 9, 2010
I Just Cracked
Everything was building up.
I just cracked to the two most important friends I have.
Now they probably think I'm a nutcase because I didn't fully tell them what is really bothering me.
I just cracked to the two most important friends I have.
Now they probably think I'm a nutcase because I didn't fully tell them what is really bothering me.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Squeamish Leech
Blink once at me and I will smile;
Blink twice at me and I will speak.
Don’t blink at me but stare and I will love.
From minutes to years to a life time, love has become a stain,
Confining me to worship the air that blows past you,
To worship the sun that powers the days you live.
The hours you waste, I cherish;
To worship the holiest friendship,
I cradle it like a babe.
From that smile to those eyes,
The crinkle on your brow,
To the mole bonded to your neck,
And the lips that share each pleasurable gesture.
Talk to me and I will echo,
Touch me and I will feel.
Be my senses,
Guide me through life.
Wash me up to shore.
Consume me, saturate me, and hallucinate me.
Of me, and you, you and I, Us and We,
Together, united, coupled and indivisible.
I am your pilgrim.
I am your host.
I am yours as you are mine.
When you visit me, you are my God.
You became my sun, of which my days revolve around,
You became the rush of rose that feed my cheeks,
You became my thoughts and reasons.
If time had taught lovers to love
Our love would be timeless.
You taught me to love the right way,
You did nothing but plead for it, I did nothing but compete for it.
You were once all that I loved.
I did try my best to protect all that I loved, and that was you,
Leech.
I was sucked, I was drained and I was naive.
But I was in love with you, beloved.
Be loved, love,
And love, love,
As time passes even if you do not love, love,
You will always be loved, love.
Separated, singular,
Apart and broken,
You or I,
Me as me,
You, only you.
To never be.
Now I, cold bitter squeamish leech, am ready to unhinge my swollen lips, my grey heart, and my cold soul from you.
- Ashley Gaete
Blink twice at me and I will speak.
Don’t blink at me but stare and I will love.
From minutes to years to a life time, love has become a stain,
Confining me to worship the air that blows past you,
To worship the sun that powers the days you live.
The hours you waste, I cherish;
To worship the holiest friendship,
I cradle it like a babe.
From that smile to those eyes,
The crinkle on your brow,
To the mole bonded to your neck,
And the lips that share each pleasurable gesture.
Talk to me and I will echo,
Touch me and I will feel.
Be my senses,
Guide me through life.
Wash me up to shore.
Consume me, saturate me, and hallucinate me.
Of me, and you, you and I, Us and We,
Together, united, coupled and indivisible.
I am your pilgrim.
I am your host.
I am yours as you are mine.
When you visit me, you are my God.
You became my sun, of which my days revolve around,
You became the rush of rose that feed my cheeks,
You became my thoughts and reasons.
If time had taught lovers to love
Our love would be timeless.
You taught me to love the right way,
You did nothing but plead for it, I did nothing but compete for it.
You were once all that I loved.
I did try my best to protect all that I loved, and that was you,
Leech.
I was sucked, I was drained and I was naive.
But I was in love with you, beloved.
Be loved, love,
And love, love,
As time passes even if you do not love, love,
You will always be loved, love.
Separated, singular,
Apart and broken,
You or I,
Me as me,
You, only you.
To never be.
Now I, cold bitter squeamish leech, am ready to unhinge my swollen lips, my grey heart, and my cold soul from you.
- Ashley Gaete
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