lazy confessions

Sarah says it's cool, she don't consider it cheating.

alicelane — Wed, 25 Aug 2010 23:47:00 +0000

My old friend Ching told me this morning: You can't just avoid everybody you screw up with.

Yes, I actually experience mornings! It's hard not to when you don't have downers. We watched Kristen Stewart biting her lip and running multiple hands through hair at 7AM, smoking Marlboro Gold "Edge" cigarettes (from Russia), and totally forgetting breakfast. Did I mention that she lives in another city? We were video calling on our phones. She told me I looked like shit. Big surprise. No really, it is. She usually tells me that she'd like to hear me talk dirty in Italian. I don't really know how. I was thinking of maybe asking my mum about it, I'm sure she can give me a few tips. People are telling me that I'm looking more like my mum. Does that mean she looks like shit too? How can you look like shit in an Armani dress? If I was Armani I'd say to her, most people in the world look like shit. It's a trend, honey, work it. Or something like that in Italian. Though I doubt he'd say something that dumb. Like golden chamber pots. You've read Garcia Marquez, right? His novels are the truth; to be trapped in solitude is an incapacity to love. I mean, where does he get all that bullshit? I barely see anyone but I love my shoe collection like a nympho.

Apparently, I can. No more meaningless conversations with you, Brian. Goodbye for good.

listen.

alicelane — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 02:05:00 +0000

minus the bear.
toe.
sgt.
anoice.

Irrelevant thought:

SLEEP, WHY WON'T YOU COME TO ME WHEN I ACTUALLY NEED YOU? I'm T I R E D .

hands down...

alicelane — Sun, 06 Jun 2010 22:36:00 +0000

FALLING IN LOVE IS SCARY.

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I'm scared. Shitless.

wala.

alicelane — Fri, 28 May 2010 15:22:00 +0000

"I'm too fly to smile."

* I wanna bite that. Nom nom. *

Finally I have face for Toru Watanabe for when I read the book (still stuck in middle), and man, he ain't average-looking at all.

I have to admit that after reading three Murakami novels, I'm getting a wee bit bored of the style that I can't get through Norwegian Wood in one sitting. I think it's the translation by Jay Rubin that's giving me trouble. Philip Gabriel translated both Kafka and Sputnik and I would gladly read those two novels again. Especially Sputnik Sweetheart. The conversations between Sumire and K always give me something to think about when I'm spending a lazy day sprawled out on the grass in the garden.

Wanna do that now. Embed music later, the sun's fading fast. Another quiet death of a sunny day.

eye candy for whenever I visit this page <3

alicelane — Thu, 27 May 2010 08:11:00 +0000

Wake up honey-bunny...

'kay I sound like Tim Roth in Pulp Fiction. lol
Since I can't sleep with you, Kenichi-san, I'll settle with watching you sleep.
And no, it's not cheating when you fantasise about someone unattainable :9

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[ day 7 : " a song for someone unattainable " ]

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if only elevator music were like this.

alicelane — Fri, 21 May 2010 22:44:00 +0000

Had dinner at a certain dining bar with my boyfriend. Didn't care much for the food but the music was fantastic (check it out below). We ended up staying for a few hours long after our half-eaten meals were taken away and spent the time talking... and lightly arguing *rolls eyes*. Sometimes I feel like we're an old married couple, and I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or not. I feel like we're both way past all the shit that relationships bring. We used to fight a lot; crazy, irrational, epic fights that would often get physical (at least from my part. I've learned not to let my fists do the talking now). Although now, the only physical interaction that happens when we argue is when he holds my hand as soon as I utter a profanity in Italian. What a good boyfriend <3

Today was a happy one, which wasn't much of a surprise. I woke up five, yes, five hours earlier than usual to enroll for a Lit Crit class that isn't part of my major's curriculum. I will definitely have trouble later on when the minor subjects I keep holding off pile up at the end of next year. But how could I refuse when the professor himself called me up to join his class? Never mind that he just had to call me at seven in the morning to relay the flattering invitation, leaving me no time to grumble at the unforgivably early wake-up call. My mother became very irritable when she found that her Balenciaga invitation came more than a month late (which I found very funny), so I told her to get on the internet for the pictures--to which she started tutting, saying, "That is not how it works, Alessandria... *$&^#%@!" ... Ahh, selective hearing. Gotta have it.

Then my siblings started imitating the characters from Spirited Away. They've only seen it once, which was over a month ago, but they still remember that movie. It's high up on my list of favourites, I have to say. They always laugh when I do an impression of the bodiless heads saying oy oy oy. Haha. Then they do a radish spirit dance. It's just too cute. I wish I had recorded it. Maybe tomorrow.

One short-run marginal cost in the overhead, although this only affects labour inputs during production, is that I somehow promised someone, despite a high marginal propensity to consume, that I would put a long-term cessation to my conspicuous consumption of a demerit good, tobacco, since the rate of interest isn't very attractive. Ah, where was I? Hehe... selective memory. Gotta have it (or not *gulps*).

Wow, this was long.

Sleepy time. Zzz

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[ day 6: " a song that reminds you of somewhere " Elevator Music vol. 1 (Fabric) - Various ]

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L-A-Z-Y.

alicelane — Wed, 19 May 2010 00:51:00 +0000

Woke up at noon. It's almost 1 in the morning and I'm still in bed.

I haven't been doing anything all day except for some beta work on two chapters, 5,000+ words apiece, and re-editing 300 times. Tres pathetique. This is what happens when you fail in writing; you become a beta reader and can only drool over other people's plot ideas as you correct their horrible grammar.That's not to say that mine's perfect but oh well, maybe I'm just being a sour grape. Or a vegetable more appropriately since I'm doing a great impression of being bedridden.

When a laptop, cell phones, sketchpad and pens, a mug of tea, a purse, an ashtray and your little brother's electronic toy organ (of all things) are littered all over your bed, you know you're lazy.

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[ day 5: " a song that reminds you of someone " ]

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I can still play the piano! *does a happy dance lying down*

compleanno.

alicelane — Sun, 16 May 2010 20:10:00 +0000

Today is my little brother's birthday and he's sad because his most favourite person in the world, my ex-girlfriend, is not attending the celebration.
Hmm. I want to give him an honest explanation but I don't think "heartless bitch" should be in his vocabulary. Ever.

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[ day 4: " a song that makes you sad " Stop Me - Mark Ronson ]

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sad sad sad! T__T

alicelane — Sat, 15 May 2010 19:39:00 +0000

Florence + The Machine is performing in Singapore tonight. And where am I? Stuck in the Philippines where no good Western bands ever come. Unless you want Dashboard Confessional. Which I don't. Grr. I want Florence Welch.

Florence + Lightspeed Champion

I'm sorry?

alicelane — Sat, 15 May 2010 10:27:00 +0000

I bumped into two of my exes last night. It was not pretty.

It's not so bad knowing that your exes are dating each other now. In fact, I was happy for them. They, however, were not happy for me. Not at all.

The minute I saw them stepping out of their car I thought, I'm screwed. It was the first time I saw both of them again since breaking up. I was sure one of them would confront me and slap me or pull at my hair or something. I didn't exactly end relationships well.

I never said I was good with endings.

And so one of them suddenly walked up to me, snatched my ciggy away, and started spitting words like, "bitch" "fucker" "putang ina mo", etc. Then she grabbed her girlfriend's arm and thrust it into my face.

Big reddish scars formed the letters "ALICE" on the skin of her arm. I gaped at it in horror. Tell me, what the hell were you supposed to do when you find out that your ex, now dating your other ex, had your name carved into her arm? I would have preferred a well-aimed slap on my face. My god.

Before I could say or do anything, the ex with the scars snatched her hand away and glared at her girlfriend. For a minute they were arguing with each other before the bitchy one turned to me and shoved at my shoulder and said, "If you have a conscience I hope it eats you alive, you heartless bitch."

That's probably like the hundredth time I've been called that.

I've got a really interesting reputation going for me. Shit.

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[ day 3: " a song that makes you happy " Mushaboom - Feist ]