somethin about Tu'son :-)

July 30,  Facebook, a touch of electropop got me ... there you go ... some nice DJ job .... and really great storytellin'


So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover.  That I know you can't afford.
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder./  Pull the sheets right off the corner.
Of the mattress that you stole.  From your roommate back in Boulder.  We ain't ever getting older. 

We ain't ever getting older!!!

Lat night in Facebook, this was on fireeeee  ....

He'a got shy green eyes and long lashies.  Halsey was such a tease with her flesh brassier and painted skin!  And yes, I agree, there was chemistry there ... Ahuh ...

and can i say, Drew's low raspy voice is sooooooo sexy arrggghhhh.  Halsey's tone's edgy.  Watch her (at 2:03) say, "four years no call, and now i'm looking pretty!!!! in a hotel bar."  Lyke a boss ei this Halsey girl!

their contrasting selves, they blend so naturally.  and yeah, that's chemistry to me.  alchemy.
(and alex pall, yeah, alex, he didn't mind ... he's a self confessed slave to his girlfriend .... woohoo LOYAL MEN ARE HOT MEN!, jusz cryin out loud!)

... and guess what's playing in my iphone when you ring me up ....

Did you see the rainbow ... ?

http://irmavanta.tumblr.com/post/149606217304/that-was-a-game-that-was-joke-time-that-was

* * *
who loves me
and is proud of that
and is proud of me (the little things about me*)
is
somebody not you.




*jusz sayin', jusz so you know
i have a name and i was part of a memory

The cure for anything is salt water ...

From The Wreckage by Finn Butler
My rating: 4 of 5 stars


Finn Butler exists. For awhile i thought she was a fairy.

From the Wreckage, you have to seek high and low, to find it. You’ve got to want it so badly just to get it. Thanks to lulu.com for making Finn Butler available to the “peculiars” and the“persistents” and the "restless insomniacs". And thanks, also to House of Flair for making all these possible. It was scarce, it was a long wait, the distance it traveled made it a little pricey, but then again, because of all that, it makes it all worthwhile.

I say, we judge any written piece, never by its physical but its essential qualities. Lovely words can be fleeting when written on sands, but that’s why we crave and cave in at the slightest provacation. Some of the most fiercing stories came in less attractive packages, moved us, changed us. This came to me like I really did not expect it to be this plain, this brief. Twenty-four pages lightly covered and glued together in thin sheets of cheap paper. Honestly, it looked like a HS project, you know, but something that won the grand prize. :)

My new favorites were, Post Mortem (my current state of heart), Emptying (me, the gypsy), Gutter (the great unrequitted), Prayer (part III, twin souls). The last one brought it all down. Saltwater.

-ps-

Dear Finn, you don’t need a publisher, not even a glossy cover, nor too much words to fit 400 pages. Just keep on feeling, and putting all that down in pieces of paper, staple them together with some colored paperboard, black is alright, especially if its your favorite shade. No more preface, indexes and elaborate back cover copy ---- just stick to the core ---- go straight and bring us swiftly --- great poetry and teeny weeny stories. Your gift sets you apart my dear Finn. Please share some more.


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this made me wanna say Cheers, baby!

jusz dirty.

Dirty Pretty Things by Michael Faudet
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

It achieved the "Dirty" part of it. At least with words. But Faudet was not able to take me there, you know *wink wink. I was expecting that kind of effect on me. Considering, am the kind of woman, open to this kind of dirty. Or may be, I really lost it all. Rigor mortis frigid! LOL

I had a few favorites tho. But there were really a lot of just plain "dirty" ones. I was kinda looking for something more. And I didn't find it here. Just like Lang Leav's, her boyfriend's a bit over the top kind of overrated. At least, they're havin' really groovy sex, at their house, by the sea. Made me hate 'em even more. Arrrghhhhh

I think it's time to move on to Anain Nin ;)


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Si Ten, Si Bey at ang mga Itim na Lobo

... yung gustong gusto kong isigaw sa buong mundo ... ... ... pero hindi ka naman maniniwala .., yan ang sabi ni Ten habang umiiyak magisa at tinitipa ang key pads, naghahanap sa isang masikip na kalawakan,  ng isang taong kailanman hindi nya na muling makikita.  Sayang.  Nasayang pati teknolohiya.

#SiTensiBeyatangmgaItimnaLobo

RIP

This is about something very important but for some reason we always end up taking for granted.  Love is in a different plateau.  This one belongs to another.  Of course, they should ALWAYS ALWAYS go together.  I know some of us wish, they don't.  Love fails miserably without this.  This one it tells you, it could be possibly love or even greater.    It works and doesn't work clearly in opposite directions .... love survives with it .... love aint, without it.    Isn't it true, a trustworthy person is endearing?

Based on my personal life experiences, this is what I have learned.

I do not subscribe that trust should be based on faith. Trusting that the other person is worth it.  That the whole journey is going to be worthwhile.  Trust in that package is the type we take for granted. Then we lose its meaning.  It's abundance makes it ordinary.  Significance is lost.  We stopped working for it, through it, in it. It's just there. And we didn' t care

Given the amount and quality of emotions invested in this exercise, all the risks and damages are most of the time miscalculated and beyond repair.   Trustworthiness requires pre-qualifications, meeting of minimum standards, solid grounds, unquestionable proofs.

Respect has got to be earned .  Love must have reasons (to think otherwise is just poetry, dear, ditch it!).  So why then do we give away trust just like that?  Hot potatoes in a bargain price.

Not that I am faithless and fragile but because at one point in my life somebody broke mine.

And that was it.  Ultimatum.  Boiling point..  The great melt down.  I now promise to hold trust sacred.  Put it on a pedestal. A sublime altar.

It will always be a work in progress.  Knowing you can lose it just one time, and never get it back in its truest meaning and form.

Remember she, that young girl frolicking sunshine barefootin' on-just-after -rain-kinda-wet grass looking pretty in her rose colored glasses is gone forever.   Dead for good.

The Good Man and the Lady

The Lady in the Van: And Other Stories by Alan Bennett
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

 I guess, no matter how this story was written by Mr. Bennett, it will be always secondary to me (at least to me). Just the thought of how this relationship begun, was formed, existed, and somehow ended was already a masterpiece. Any relationship, especially like this one and in this circumstances, the different personas, social status, personal experiences, and even the day-to-day events. the obvious, the hidden ---is of human interest. Though if it was the writer in him, or could be just him, the core of his very "person" that Mr. Bennett was able to see, to comprehend, to accept, to participate into and to appreciate whatever he had with Ms. S. Such a gift.

Thanks to the man, Alan Bennett, playwright, screenwriter, actor and author, for sharing.


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This is She, the real Ms. Mary Shepherd.  I'd like to believe that she remains a mystery until this day.

Dame Maggie Smith simply always on top of her portrayal.

My absolute admiration and respect to this generous and  kind man, Alan Bennett.

My copy, since its not available in the Philippines, I got this last June from Kinokuniya,  a local bookstore in Kuala Lumpur.