Tuesday, November 11, 2008

i dream of jeanie;

damn it ms. bogovich. i got couplets in my mind.


i hope he knows how much i still love him.
his soft touch and the feel of his skin.
i had a dream of his image just last night.
we were together and he was my light.
when he appears in my life i can't stand
that we can't be together in the sand.
it's a horrible sight when our eyes meet.
it's hard too look with eyes on my feet.

i only wish that everything would be alright.
i listened to aj rafael last night, so i had a dream of
ndtitanlady, tsud123, ajrafael, and jaashten. somehow
he was there and i'm guessing he was following me.
i loved it, but it was a little depressing. ugh!
heartbreak hotel.the story of my life.

Friday, October 10, 2008

letter whoa-man!

i just got home from the Link Crew Ice Cream Social. when I got home, i looked in the mail tray and saw a letter. a letter from my dearest sister gone away to college. it feels good to know she still loves me. blog more later!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

dreams; signs of corruption and fantasy

As usual, I was sleeping on the job as a mattress tester last night. Usually I would do my routine back stretching and pillow adjusting to my likings, but all was set, it's time to get to work. As I laid my head down, my mind raced to get everything prepared for tonight's movie viewing. The thoughts didn't know what was showing tonight, maybe a double feature who knows? Grab the popcorn, the first one is about to start.

WHAT IS LOVE, BABY DON'T HURT ME.
(Okay, so the title isn't the best title, I'm doing my best)

So, here I am, starring in my own movie in the car out in some town, with Arthur's family? Why am I human and everyone else looks like aardvarks? Oh well. So, we go into what we believe is a Denny's. The set up looks different, why does it remind me of T.G.I. FRIDAY'S, but with more light? Our host sits us down. He has this short crew cut hair and he isn't the tallest guy in the room. He gives us our menus and waits there for us to make up our minds. Huh..That's a little strange. Our waitress is right next to him too. She has this reddish hair in a messy ponytail; she fixes her glasses. The menu doesn't seem Denny's at all. They have their food sorted by the type of meat, the prices are outrageous, and you know what: Majority of it all is all breakfast. Squirrel meat, lamb(BAA) meat, beef, deer, you name it. The pictures don't look very appetizing at all

I flip through the whole dang menu to find something I like at an affordable price. I saw something I could want. It was a whole mess of french friends glopped together to make a doughnut sprinkled with powdered sugar. The price: $31.99. HELL NO. I glance to the other side of the page and find something worth trying. Something about a "Bubba" sandwich with fries and "Bubba: spread. Everyone has ordered already and the waitress walks away without taking my order. About five minutes later she comes back to take my order and I asked her what "Bubba" was. Was it a fish? It looked kind of like fish texture and I was really curious. She walks away for anther five minutes and comes back and shakes her head. I assumed that she didn't know what It was or either that the restaurant didn't have any more of the "Bubba" left. So my Arthur mom scolds me for not picking a food and I tell her that this restaurant is out of it's mind for not giving me any straight answers or waiting for my order. I storm out of the restaurant and go and sit in our pink car with the baby, Kate, they (I guess) left in the car. About ten-fifteen minutes later I hear this knocking the the car window with a piece of binder paper saying, "dad is SORRY, mom is SORRY, and arthur is SORRY" then this little blurb I couldn't read at the bottom. Dad opens the car and says they're sorry like in the show and we drive off.

BRIEF INTERMISSION.
This is when everything changes, my parents are now back to normal and the scene jumps to our house after we visit this like bookstore and run into the Jonas Brothers. I don't quite remember that part.

So, we're at home. The place where magic happens. We hear the doorbell and I'm sitting on the couch waiting to see who comes into our palace. The Jonas Brothers?! WHAT?! I'm completely surprised but not in a fan way. It's like we've been friends forever and we hardly get to see them. We exchange hugs and whatsoever and have a chat on the couch, sorta. We're sitting in a row like ducks, Me, Nick, Joe, and Kevin and Mr. Jonas on the other couch adjacent to the couch. He talks about something I cannot recall and says something about Australia, like are any of you Australian? At this point Joe gets up and go to our living room or something, just away from the couch. I reply to Mr. Jonas," Eah(Yeah) Mate!" and I get up from the couch and pretend to walk away, but instead I go up to give him a low five and say," I'm just joking ya bloak, jajajajajaja." Kevin laughs and I walk towards to backyard, thinking that the brothers are outside. So I get one of my black rabbit vans, but I can't find the other. I leave that one shoe outside and walk to the backdoor entrance and run into, I guess my dream sister(since I don't have one in real life). She said that Mr. Jonas went outside to get my other shoe. As soon as she said that, Mr. Jonas pops out of nowhere with both of my shoes.

I don't remember what happens next but on many accounts, Nick is always staring at me when I'm doing something and I always turn to him and give him my cheesiest smile and he laughs at me. We're the dorkiest sometimes. So I'm in the entry hall and I see Joe, sitting on the couch in the living room writing something. I don't want to bother him, but I am shy and sort of like him. A LOT. He stares at me and looks down. He sorta looked like this, but he was wearing a gray blazer with a white shirt under that:

Kevin disappeared somewhere. So I sit down at the step that leads down to the living room to look at my track spikes. There are more spikes than usual and the ones in the middle are all worn down. I pull out my tweezers, since the tool cannot wrap around the spike itself, and try to turn it out, it's working! I get about six out and when they come out, so do the little black tire turf pieces from the field come out of the hole. Nick watches me do this and I look at him and smile again, he laughs and I asked him why did they decide to come? He said they're visiting before the tour starts. I say Oh I see and continue my tedious task when Mr. Jonas announces that the family must go. I follow the family out and race to see them hop in the car. Joe's driving the car and he stares at me from the windshield. I stare at him and blow him a kiss. They drive off and as soon as they pull out and on the street Joe yells out of the car, "I'm gonna send you a lot of those mailgrams!" at the top of his lungs. I laugh because I know he means letters in the mail and attempt to walk back inside. I glance at their car and see that he keeps trying to back back into our drive way and finally drives off. I think about what I should have done. I should have chased their car down the street. I walk back inside and glance at the spot where Joe was sitting and see a pen. Next to the pen is a teen magazine, probably Popstar! or something. I notice a paper, obviously sticking out of it. I pull it out and try to read it. I'm thinking it's a letter that Joe was trying to write to me or lyrics that he purposely left there for me to read. I turn it over and look and find that I could be the letters that Delana and Eda were writing to me during class(Which isn't true because they site on the other side). So my dream kind of ended in a sort of confused heartbreak. I guess it's him I want in my mind, not Kevin.

That's the end of the dream. The other one kind of was like a nightmare and was basically like evil Spore or something. I hate thinking about it. The princess was captured. ;[

Thursday, September 4, 2008

my dearest archie.

dear archie,

i know you can hear me. we've always had that connection even though we never hung out like we were supposed to. i've always liked you. the way you and i love to make people laugh and that short temper when we get defensive about things. you were always the one that made my day.

remember back in middle school with mr. mupas? he absolutely loves you. we were always that close knit family of dorky filipino kids, with ralph and nolan.. gaway gaway. Haha. Ralph's not yet pueberty voice, we'd always talk about how squeaky it was. Ms. Moulton got married, but i think you knew that. It's Isbell now, but I bet you didn't know she has two kids already. Remember she'd bug you about your black converse that were falling apart? She'd tell you to get new shoes, but you had that attachment. I have black converse just like yours. I think I'll write your name on it. Everyone loved you, even if you were getting into trouble at times. It just was plain funny.
Eight grade was great. We sort of faded in a way, but we still connected. When we heard you were moving to Vegas, everyone felt for you. Remember our couch in Mr. Haughey's room. We all sat there with you. crying.. I rather not think about that. You were always going to be there with me Vegas or not.

Even when I was in trouble you cared about me. I'm disappointed we didn't talk as much as we did. Maybe if I asked more questions. Anyways, I miss you. We can get together sometime soon. We can talk at church. Would you like that? Which reminds me, i remember you wrote your a's like that <-- and I started doing it too because of you.

oh man. archie zulueta. i miss you so much. we never got to bond like we were supposed to. You told me to keep my head in the clouds, even when people say not to. It's where all people belong if you truly want to feel alive. If I poke my head up high above the clouds, using a step stool of course, I'd be able to see you, racing in your black hi-tops waving back at me. Since I'm tippy-toeing on this step stool, I'll come and see you later.

I guess what I'm trying to say Archie-kins, is that i will love you forever. your long curly eyelashes, your course hair, that mole on your face. everything about you.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

silent lover.

The Boy who never loved me back.
A simple poem, by ardeliciousness.

Why I ask you Why?!
why must you act this way?
A simple question is all I had to say.
"Will you still love me if I die?"
You say nothing, I can't believe it.
Years of affection and This is what I get?
I thought we were peas, our future was set.
I remember how I met you, when my eyes were lit.

My life changed that day, it felt so right.
I saw you at the store, so handsome and clean.
So gentle yet cunning, your fitted jeans,
that polo shirt,making your muscles bulge tight.
I shivered in my skin like a cold breath on a shoulder.
I had to have you, you were the one guy, so bold!

The feeling was greedy, a thief and his love for gold.
The wondrous feeling when we were together, knowing we'll last forever.
It comes to this, years later and now at a brick wall.
I guess it was all in my mind.
The harsh reality just hit me, snuck up from behind.
That when you're best friend, is only a doll.
My loveable Ken.

so here i am again.

again i appear back onto blogspot. for i have nothing else to write. a spot to blog is all.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Grand Opening!

Grand Opening!
There's a special on Scrabble competitors and amateur spokesmodels for grass stains, bruises, and scars! Get them while they're fresh and warm. We deliver for free directly to your home.

So, guess who's going to be new to the blog'stain' community? That's right, moi. So sit tight for adventures and thoughts and junk that you can polish and clean up to make your very own treasure you can take to Antique Roadshow.

So first off, have you ever received a giftcard to a place you really really like, but never set foot into? Like Macy's or some store with designer, fashion-chic clothes. So I drag my friend on a fresh Saturday afternoon to a particular store with me to pick clothes and decide what I could use my "baby credit card" with. I look at the variety. It reminds me of the farmers' market a bit. So many clothes of color; a plethora, if you will, of styles; an array of accesories to mix and match. The choice is all mine. So here I am, a girl dressed ever so plainly, looking at the clothes with big wanting eyes. I grab hold of a cute sweater, I think is the cutest thing, but not as cute as a baby girl with a brown head of curls . DAMN, I hate the thoughts that go through my mind:

  1. How do I look? Do you really think you can pull this off? I mean, look at those girls at your school, arl. Those figures and busts really make the sweater look like ones on runway models. But that's MY opinion. Get it..if you reaaally wannntt to. (I hate it when your mind gives you such an attitude)
  2. Check the price tag. I mean sure you have a giftcard, but you don't wanna spend it ALL on one sweater. Be wise miss.

Those are the two main ones. Then comes the sunglasses. GRR. I tried on every style there. My mind is very picky and unsatisfied with absolutely everything. I did these things countless times throughout the store. My friend is so bored. As bored as a teenage, asian boy with pants, obviously too small for he, holding bags for his dear mother who is having a conversation with a run-in with a co-worker. So, after that half hour of browsing, we left..empty handed.

I thought that would be a long enough story that was good for a first blog on the blogspot.