 Because you're so angry, because you're so happy, because you've got his mischievous little itch, because you're barely able to get up with the weight of it, because you want sweet revenge, because you want to shake the contents of the bottle, because you think it's quite funny, because you've lost a bit of your sanity, because someone should know already, because there are some bushes you can hide under after you're done.
You want to post those recent photos, you want to write down the details, you want to mention a name or two.
But because you're so polite, because you'd get half your butt fried if you did, because you're lazy, because you're not impulsive, because you're feeling a bit boring and because you're playing it safe, you don't.
You just sit and pretend you don't know while the rest of the world buys the show.
I'm just in one of those strange moods--take a break from work and the mind tends to explore very impish scenarios, "what would happen if I popped this balloon." You know what they say, an idle mind is the devil's workshop and somewhere sitting on my shoulder is a mini-me telling me to use germicidal soap and get back to my regularly scheduled task. (If Jack Sparrow can have them, so can I).
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Do ever get this feeling? When the wall or the stuffed bunny just isn't the sort of outlet you're looking for? |
 | so spill it. loved this piece. :<) |
 | ahaha! sounds devious.... *evil grin* |
 | oooh and I just realized: you can post normally again! |
 | Yes, I noticed you're not using the comments section anymore! :-D
I like this piece too, it shows your mischievous, naughty side that I love. Don't listen to the mini-you telling you to use germicidal soap, listen to the one on your other shoulder, whispering, "Spillllllitttt!!!" >;-D |
| I still feel like Jack Sparrow with those little Jack Sparrows behind his dreadlocks and on his shoulders thinking one way or the other.
Let's see, if I've finally arranged for that long-term boating adventure on the Caribbean and won't be back in the Pinas for a few months, I could post it from the airport.
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| That's because I'm using my black Mac. The one on the workdesk is the one that doesn't handle blog body posting anymore. Nagtampo. Baka kase not juicy enough. |
 | Come one, do a Brian, splilittttttt! ;-P |
| Ha ha ha. I am being mischievous and I don't know. Maybe I will but you know how it is--I'll probably tell a story, write a one act play or a poem.
I guess this is all just pretty much me dealing with an emotion which I wonder how many other people are feeling...something you just want to say but you really just can't. Kind of reminds of the Jim Carrey film Liar Liar I really haven't seen it in it's entirey but there is one premise it works on--that for society to function, some things should really not be let out of the bag and there could be a thing about being way too frank.
There's a certain comfort zone with the truth and lack of it. This of course doesn't advocate hiding the truth--especially when people are accountable to a great majority or that it involves an issue of justice for someone.
My gosh from utter impishness, I've gotten rather philosophical...um, have I succeeded in skirting the issue properly Judge Kat? |
| Attorney, please tell your client to get to her point. The court has no time to waste on her obfuscations and distractions from the issue at hand. |
| Ay naku ibang level na yun!
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| We shall expect the plaintiff's testimony tonight, and deliver a verdict then.
Okay ba? ;-D |
| Yes, otherwise we shall be forced to reduce this attorney's fees ;-) |
| Kayo talaga. You know I had three hours of courtroom action today--totally unrelated of course.
You could go this other sneaky route--you reveal your secret to the most chismoso person you know, under the guise of "Don't tell this to anyone but..."
And um, don't we know who those "satellite broadcasters" are--they do the work for you.
Yours in legal samosa fees,
Marla Singer
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 | sounds like me! ahahahaha....
I just noticed your location... Dunedin??? lots and lots of Fafagorn's? :D |
| Oohh.. Must visit that place some day :) |
 | ay sige na, spill it. i most likely wouldnt know who the people involved are. hahahha |
| Hay. It's really more like me struggling with being this mean mischievous girl who could get shot in the foot or in all likelihood just keeping it to myself and leaving it at that because there are more things that need my attention. But I just get so tempted sometimes because some people make you even consider doing silly things like this. Some situations bring out the IMP in you! |
 | I'll take a long shot ..Tirizdacuto?If its a hit then all that time playing Delta Force has honed my Sniper skills.Lemme give you one of my favorite fatal movie quotes: "Hey,that light at the end of the tunnel?That's not heaven..That's the C-Train!"-from Daredevil. |
| Alas, this whole exercise reminds me I'm more the Basket Case from Breakfast Club than Gossip Girl.
"Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby..."
Thing is, I really liked Ally Sheedy's character and always wondered WHY they had to make her "normal" in the end. Well, almost normal.
Same with Violet in The Incredibles. From Emily the Strange she became Skipper from Barbie.
What is up with that?
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| lagkat wrote on Mar 28, edited on Mar 28 I agree, Karen! Why do characters like them always have to be portrayed as just wanting to be saved, or changed? I mean, okay, it might be true for some teenagers (who are still developing and experimenting with their personalities and sense of style), but they can't all be preps in punks' clothing! Ally Sheedy's character's "transformation" was just SO predictable. Sana, since John Hughes liked offbeat characters naman, and often cast Molly Ringwald as one, he could've come up with a good middle ground -- revealing Ally's pretty face and giving her more confidence, but still with her personal style intact.
Have you ever seen this TV show, "How Do I Look?" I always have mixed feelings when I watch it, because I can so often relate. It's all right when the person being made over really wants to change and just doesn't know how, or just got stuck with a look because they didn't know how to move on; but sometimes, the person already looks cool and fun and unique, and they're comfortable in how they look, so I don't see why they need to change just so they're not stared at or attract the wrong kind of attention. Granted, they might not have agreed to be on the show unless they agreed they needed a make over, but I can't help but think sometimes that the "Before" looked better than the "After."
...And once again, you have succeeded in elevating the topic to a philosophical one, thereby distracting us from the original issue. Your restraint is truly admirable, Karen! Six people were trying to wring the truth out of you last night and you never budged an inch! |
| Ha. It involves ME eh.
Wala after having experienced a real life courtroom with the works earlier, you're kind of happy you're not the one on the witness stand. Which reminds me of this Emily Dickinson poem which is one of my favorites :-)
I'M NOBODY, WHO ARE YOU?
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know!
How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Love it. |
| Oooh, love it! And that's just how I felt when I first read Brian Gorell's blog! I'm surprised this is an Emily Dickinson poem. Sounds more like Dorothy Parker's kind of thing. Now there's a woman I would've liked to sit down next to. I'm sure her known writings were just the tamest of the lot! |
| It really is. And just I guess out of all the things I have to handle in a given day, I don't have that complete luxury yet of losing control.
But in the event I have some "Viggo type" guy, a totally solid man who genuinely has my back and will make sure I'm tucked happily into my bed of choice at the end of the day, would be just nice to let it rip until the cows come home.
As Seal would say, "Are we ever gonna survive unless we get a little crazy?"
See you Tuesday! |
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