Thursday, March 31, 2011

80s

the space age of dreary clones
and parked cyborg whores
never did happen
but the 80s hair bands
live on in my tangled hair
the 80s electropop
defines my heartbeat

BUT

no rest for the liberations
cadets line up
what's for dinner—nuclear spills
the drought only makes Texas hotter
weary travelers become desert dust
and this new technology
damns us all

[What changed, then?]

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

wring wring

wring wring pick up the phone
wring wring pick up the phone
no one has my number; so it’s for you
no one has my number; maybe it’s a wrong number call

they’re calling for your unborn zombie babies
they’re calling for your unpaid medical bills
they’re calling for your overdraft bank account
they’re calling for your unpaid loans
they’re calling for your undead brain cells
they’re calling for your liver
they’re calling for Chhhhaaaaaarrrrlieeee

wring wring pick up the phone
wring wring pick up the phone
no one has my number; so it’s for you
no one has my number; I don’t even have a phone

they’re calling for your unused ovaries
they’re calling for your unspent Xs, or Ys
they’re calling for your vote
they’re calling for your support
they’re calling for your unreal lost brother in the UK
they’re calling for your credit card number
they’re calling for the magical liopleurodon

wring wring pick up the phone
wring wring pick up the phone
no one has my number; no one knows it’s you
no one has my number; no one answers the phone

[Shunnnn Shunnnn]

Mist and Happiness

Therein in the land of mist and happiness
lived a young man and woman
who dreamnt with their eyes open
and laughed with their souls.
They danced with the beauty of the wildflowers,
sang in eternity with the priceless gems
that lined their sidewalks and homes.
With love, they paved the roads to other villages,
to other men and women,
and to world of the living.
In the world of the living,
they danced on top of the sea as the waves
churned ions and eons of serenity.
They danced with the grace of the moon
and the fierceness of the sun for all to see.
They invited the world to be their dance partners,
their brothers, their sisters, and ultimately their friends.
Because, in the land of mist and happiness
friendship comes first.

[He inspires this.]

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Chasing Words

Sometimes, when I write I tend to lose track of surroundings. I’m stuck on my characters thoughts, reactions, and their dialogue. I recently started Of Humor and Adultery, a soap opera type of story with a ‘love’ triangle between a married man, his wife, and his other woman. Basically, I have 3-4 pages full of dialogue. I think it’s important dialogue, but it’s not “real writing” in the sense of typical writing you find in the bookstores.

That’s the great part about writing though. You can go back and write in all the details after you have the dialogue all written up.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Writing Mix One

Instead of the usual Monday Morning Mix I'm leaving y'all the Writing Mix One. A mix of songs by September and Annie that help me get writing done.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Otherkin

It’s come to my attention that people do in fact believe that they’re not humans. Like, if you’re a dragon it means that you’re … a dragon with dragon powers and totally not human. I find that quite wrong, as I am a dragon since I was born in the year of the dragon in Chinese Astrology. I also say now and then that I’m a Time Machine, and not because I’m some sort of machine per se, but because I like to explore different time zones. For example, one Time Machine Day allows me to do virtual business in New Zealand, Australia, Japan, India, UK… and Hawaii.

Anyways, back to Otherkin. According to Wikipedia, Otherkin identify themselves as non-human in all but outward form. Some claim to shift mentally, meaning they can experience other realities without losing their body. So if someone asks you “how do I release my Otherkin powers.” Just laugh and walk away. Wait, first walk away then laugh, you don’t want them to send you bad energy or spells or whatever damage they might want to inflict on you.

Now, I’m all about trying to help people realize their hopes and dreams. So let me tell you how to release your Otherkin powers from a pantheist perspective. See, some pantheists believe that there is one world, this world. This world has no other world but a mesh of energies. Spiritual energies, atomic energies, and psycho-thought energies all lie in the folds of our world.

To release your mind to allow yourself to mentally shift you have to free yourself from your corporal energies. Some call this meditating, astral projection, and other things. Just find one that’s right for you, train under someone who knows what they’re doing, and bam! You’ve released your Otherkin powers!

Thursday, March 24, 2011

I Hate Luv Storys

I Hate Luv Storys (New Hindi Film / Bollywood Movie / Indian Cinema DVD)This movie features the lives of two protagonists: Simran and Jay. Simran loves Bollywood romances so much that her life follows a typical Bollywood romance. She’s engaged to Mr. Right, loves her job, and floats on a marshmallow. On the other hand, there’s Jay. He’s a realist, hates love stories, is sarcastic, a liar, and parties too much. Unfortunately, for Jay, he falls for Simran the first time he meets her. From there Jay winds up working directly under Simran, long eyelashes flicker, and he falls in love. Well, not in that order but there’s love.

I absolutely loved this movie until Jay fell in love and then it became a typical romance movie. However, Tori loved it so… just pretend she told you to go watch it. (And she think's he's hot.)

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Twitter Game

Twitter malpractices and User games.

I’d like to preface this post with a song.

Let’s play a TwitterGame
Play a TwitterGame
Do you want to tweet?
Or you want followers?
Are you in the game?
Doing the TwitterGame?
Let’s play a TwitterGame
Play a TwitterGame
Do you want to retweet?
Or you want to follow me?
Are you in the game?
Doing the TwitterGame?

[Just pretend you sang that to Lady Gaga’s “Love Game”]

Twitter Malpractices

When you sign up to Twitter, you have to agree to the Terms of Services. Which are easy enough to read, not too boring, and they explain how Twitter interacts with you. Now, unknown to users, according to Twitter, you have to comply with all the Twitter Rules too, unless you want to get your account suspended. Somehow, it doesn’t make sense. Agreeing to the Terms of Services somehow includes agreeing to the Twitter Rules and Privacy Policy. But, “By clicking on ‘Create my account’ bellow you are agreeing to the Terms of Service above and the Privacy Policy.” According to the Twitter Signup Page. Shouldn’t it read “By clicking on ‘Create my account,’ you are agreeing to the Terms of Service, Twitter Rules, and Privacy Policy.” Yes?

TwitterGame: FollowBadge

Playing the TwitterGame breaks some TwitterRules. For example, the FollowBadge routine where you follow thousands of people, so that a fraction of those agrees to follow you back, and then you unfollow them is called FollowChurning (or some variation of that). It’s kind of dumb because no awards FollowBadges to losers. If you want people to follow you just so that you can say “oh I have thousands of followers it shows how popular I am,” then you’re clearly missing the point of TweetCommunication.

Twitter is not a game. You follow people who you’re interested in receiving 140-character messages from. The same way people follow you because they’re interested in receiving 140-character messages from you. Having someone follow you and you following them back is both parties having each other’s cell phone number. The point is, you follow people and people follow you to communicate. It’s not a one way street.

If you’re a business or promoting a product you follow people who might be interested in your product. But, this gets tricky, if they’re not interested in your product and or don’t follow you back then you really took a risk in “following” them and you might want to reconsider your marketing tactics.

If you’re a celebrity and you have thousands of followers, sending tweets like “lots of love to my fans,” will satisfy your followers.

But, if you’re just a normal person like me (relatively) and you follow a thousand people… well that just doesn’t make sense for communication. Well, personally, I’d hate to follow 1,000 people because then I wouldn’t be able to “communicate” with them properly/read their interesting 140-character messages.

Anyways, just my opinion on the TwitterGame.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Our

Our arms flailing past eternity
at the full moon hour
fires lining our urns
crystals linked to form
our past, present,
dried up bones
this wasn't supposed to be our time
this wasn't supposed to be our story
one mark, one ounce of madness
destroys

[Ah, how the muse is so ironic. Today is such a lovely day.]

Monday, March 21, 2011

MM 21 MAR 2011

Damas y caballeros recuerden que el estres y la tristeza son nosivos para la salud a si es que todo mundo a bailar

Saturday, March 19, 2011

The Charlie Sheen Drug Extravaganza

Two and a half men isn’t funny. It’s stupid, blank-humor, and well annoying. Unfortunately, stupid and blank-humor make me laugh sometimes, still that’s the only reason I knew who “Charlie Sheen” is. But, now, thanks to the Internet Underlords, I know the real Charlie Sheen. Sheen, is a drug addict, party boy, inconsiderate, money-spending man. I thank Mr. Sheen and the Internet for making me waste 47 minutes of my life listening to 19 bad autotune tracks all part of The Charlie Sheen Drug Extravaganza available on MediaFire at any Internet Speed Connection near you!

If you haven’t heard of Mr. Sheen and his media exploits, or any of the 19 tracks press play on the following video:



Had enough? Doesn’t that looping image just explain the situation completely? Totally.

I gotta admit that I actually listened to the “words” of the tracks. My favorite is “Charlie Sheen Remix Rap - My name is winning” and “Charlie Sheen Rant VS Lady Gaga Auto Tune REMIX”. See in my thinking, I totally love Eminem and “My Name Is,” is a freaking awesome song… and I totally used to love Lady Gaga and I dislike “Born This Way,” but [Charlie Sheen Born This Way] makes Gaga’s song sound good.

As a side note, Mr. Sheen has been "living" this way forever. Story goes, back in 1989 Mr. Sheen had an orgy in his hotel room, lost his gun, accused the maid of stealing his gun, and the maid sued the hotel. Maybe, if Mr. Sheen had kept his gun...

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Angry Hour

Short post tonight… today I realized I’m a perfectionist. Yes, it’s a sad realization as perfection is impossible so I’m going to fight a war against myself until I die. I’m so excited.

Well, anyways, I tried to think of something interesting and new to write about and decided to write about “Angry Hour.” Angry Hour is that special time of the day when my family members and I have a fancy conversation that includes shouting, some extreme language, and some laughing. OK, most of our arguments don’t end up in laughter but some do. Here’s an example of a typical Angry Hour conversation...

Angry Hour: FB Edition

O1*: I'm A for Awesome
O3: more like A for a$$h0le
O1: YOUGOTTATRIGHT
O2: hey, hey keep it PG

*O1, O3, and O2 represent my two younger sisters and I. I'm O1

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

P.S. I Love You

A ToRI Tuesday Special

I have recently made it a habit to watch movies with my friend every Friday night. We watch up to 3 movies, and we call it a movie night. We eat dinner at her place or mine, then we go on a movie spree. I love watching a movie one after another. We saw three movies, two of which I will do a review on. The first movie we saw was P.S. I love you. According to Wikipedia, here is how it goes:

P.S. I Love YouHolly and Gerry are a married couple who live on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. They are deeply in love, but they fight occasionally. Gerry dies suddenly of a brain tumor and Holly realizes how much he means to her as well as how insignificant their arguments were.
Deeply distraught, Holly withdraws from her family and friends until they descend upon her on her 30th birthday. They are determined to force the young widow to face the future and decide what her next career move should be. As they rally around Holly and help organize her apartment, a cake is delivered, and with it is a message from Gerry. It proves to be the first of several meaningful messages — all ending with "P.S. I Love You" — he arranged to have delivered after his death. As the seasons pass, each new message fills her with encouragement and sends her on a new adventure. Holly's mother Patricia believes Gerry's letters are keeping Holly tied to the past. But they are, in fact, pushing her into the future. With Gerry's words as her guide, Holly slowly embarks on a journey of rediscovery.

Wow! How intense can you get? My friend had heard a lot about the movie, and she really wanted to watch it. I figured why not; it sounded like a romantic comedy movie. I personally did not really like the movie. I do not mean to blow off the movie’s steam, but it had way too many sharp turns in the movie where Holly would imagine her dead husband still alive. It was painful to see her imagining him still beside her. If this is love, then it sounds way too painful. I thereby declare that I will not watch anymore romantic comedy movies. Never mind, I’m too addicted to these kinds of movies. I’m assuming the movie had a deep emotional message, I just didn’t receive it.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

beautiful lights

her hair glimmering in the moonlight
smooth jasmine, lilac, and lust in sight
incandescent synthetic gems flittering
lean forward inhaling her coloring
only waiting for eternity to start
three milliseconds, a gasp on her part
lips full of wanton meet mine
silent promises escape her eyes

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Hot Guys No 2

I finally finished, “My Love Affair with Shahrukh Khan: a tale of love for life and the scars that motivate me to survive,” it’s currently going through editing. Apparently, some of my girl friends are all for Gerard Butler.

Just to make it clear, Gerard Butler is not No 1 on my “fave guys list.” No, no, no, & no! My fave guys list only has two guys.

Shahrukh Khan Img Source


















Tom Welling Img Source
















Hence, the piece titled “My Love Affair with Shahrukh Khan…” and my loyalty to Smallville after 10 seasons. ~I love silly posts.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

International Women's Day

I purposely missed “International Women’s Day” yesterday because every day is women’s day, man’s day, people’s day... err, but happy belated International Women’s Day =)

That's my profile.
Also, the cover for Signatures 2009
I’ve written about women being equal to men, and women being better than men for a really long time. I wrote the most recent poem last march for a “Women’s Day” type event. I had totally forgotten about the poem because it died with the rest of the poems I accidentally deleted from my computer last March (over a 100 poems!). However, you can find this poem in Signatures 2009, next to a photograph of a sink, makeup, and Polaroid of a woman.

Somehow, one of my friends from college read the poem, loved it so much, placed it somewhere for the world to see, and then realized that he “knows the girl who wrote it.” It’s actually somewhat embarrassing that my poems still circulate RIT, but at the same time… it’s kind of cool. It almost makes me feel like I left a nice little legend behind.

“Lady” is published under my “elusive real name,” because “Sopphey” wasn’t born till Christmas 2010. So, I have no idea how he knew it was me… but it felt nice. Anyways, here is “Lady,” for everyone.

Lady

I got class; I’m a lady
My pants drag
And I sleep with whomever
I desire

But I got class; I’m a lady
My hair is short
And has yet to reach shoulder length
I wear a men’s style hat

But I have class; I am a lady
I curl my eyelashes
And believe in eyeliner, mascara,
Lip liner, lipstick, eye shadow and

Nail polish because I am female
And dress in distress to impress
I wear my sleeveless shirt and tank
With my dress pants and sneakers

I am a lady, I have manners
My tone has turned heads up
And I dance with life
I can be mean

But I’m a lady; I have manners
Sweet and sincere
I’ll compliment and hug you
No need for Please. Why, thank you.

I’m a lady; I have manners
I’ll count the nickels to pay bills
And believe in helping others

[Wow, did I really write that?]

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Hot Guys

I've been working on this short story... yeah right it's more than 30 pages right now; I seriously have no idea how it got so long! "My Love Affair with Shahrukh Khan: a tale of love for life and the scars that motivate me to survive," is the running title of the story. Basically, the story is about a "crush" I have on Shahrukh Khan, the actor, and little things that make me upset (scars) and motivate me to keep going.

Apparently, one of my friends (ADC), doesn't think he's that hot. So last night we scoured the Internet for a potential list of guys we both think are hot. Officially we both like:

Gerard Butler
Jude Law



















and unofficially we both like

Johnny Depp (he's alright).



















We're silly, right?

Monday, March 7, 2011

Sunday, March 6, 2011

We Need

To go to BED girl
No; I refuse

Erik Satie disagrees
Erik Satie sweeps me away

30 more minutes
One more hour
Two more days

Let the parade of words
In varying languages decree
Tiny love stories drift away

Another lifetime
Give me another
Lifetime

5 seconds
BULL SHIT

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Flipped a Coin

Lately, well for the past few weeks, I’ve prioritized my work and activities by flipping a coin. I write a list, arrange the work into “most important,” and then I flip a coin to see which I should work on first. It’s really inefficient but feels better. Before, I used to write a list and then I’d stare at the list, go through each item, and debate which item is most important.

That’s less efficient and torturous as debating takes hours and lots of energy. Flipping a coin... it’s similar to breathing. Thus, I’m sitting in front of my laptop on a Saturday night prioritizing On Impression business, personal business, writing, editing, cleaning, sleeping, planning lunch, freelance work, and well everything by flipping a coin. I’m at home on a Saturday organizing priorities instead of out ignoring morals (or other things I could be doing) because if I don’t prioritize life right now then I’ll probably spend the next 15 years of my life wondering why did I leave the important decisions last on the list?

…That sounded serious. Here watch something that made me sick yesterday:



By the way, long live the freedom revolution across the world!