Alfie, you are Right-brained

Most right-brained people like you are flexible in many realms of their lives. Whether picking up on the nuances of musical concerto, appreciating the subtle details in a work of art, or seeing the world from a different perspective, right-brained people are creative, imaginative, and attuned to their surroundings.

People probably see your thinking process as boundless, and that might translate to your physical surroundings as well. Some people think of you as messier than others. It's not that you're disorganized, it's just that you might use different systems to organize (by theme, by subject, by color). Straight alphabetization and rigidly ordered folders are not typical of right-brained behavior.

You are also more intuitive than many. When it comes to reading literature, you probably prefer creative writing or fiction over nonfiction. And when it comes to doing math, you might find you enjoy geometry more than other forms like algebra.


couldn't say it better myself

[[[ dear goddess, we make this breakbeat just for you. as an offering. can you hear us now?]]]

I was heading to work this morning when the free marqee reads “amber alert: 1980 white bronco…” and then the license number. I came to work finding out that two teenage girls were kidnapped by an armed man and that was the vehicle they were last seen in.

Danielle Van Dam, Elizabeth Smart, Samantha Runnion. Cassandra Williamson. Alexanian. Erica Pratt (lil PA girl who escaped from her captors), the victims of the Torrance serial rapist… now Tamara Brooks, 16, and Jacqueline Marris, 17

I am shaking with anger now. This needs to stop! It leaves me feeling so vulnerable that all this ugliness is surrounding me, many of which are just miles away from where I live. Our children need to stop being preys to these sick demented animals. What can we do as a society? Shit, what CAN we do?

Keep your children close. Know where they are at all times. Ladies, let people know where you are, no matter how old you are. Know self defense.

This is just the surface. If only one can be a gun-toting vigilante with esp…

Perils of an Angelino

Full Moon Junction overhead
And at the Golden State 5 overpass
Is where I sometimes leave my Better Judgement
Not wanting to hydroplane on
A slick sheet of inhibihition
But still skating on iced out letters
Spelling out my name
In this brink of insanity
A bit overly dramatic
I know
But it is being Hollywood romantic
That makes an artist a martyr these days

I am one part romance/one part real
I am half over sensitized/ the other wants to feel
Half of me is in love and would do anything for him
While the other can’t stand that I have to do so much
For him to love me back

Los Angeles cradles my dreams in pockets of street lights
While covering my eyes so I couldn’t see the stars
“I don’t want you to see how high your hopes can fly up.
I don’t want you to get hurt,” he says

He lets me sing as loud and as long as I want
Even dancing in harmony to my melody
But turns a deaf ear to my cries
“Crying washes residue from your third eye,” he says,
That doesn’t mean I will like what I see

Transient dreams trying to be prodigal sons
Prodigy suns wanting to set in the West
But the obligatory rise is what they forget
From La Brea to Highland
From Olympic to Sunset
Transient dreams wanting to come home
Transient dreams wanting to come home

Full Moon Junction overhead
And at the Golden State 5 overpass
Is where I sometimes leave my Better Judgement




thanks for the wake up call, roc

[[[hi ho hi ho... it's off to work i go]]]

eargasms from headphones blasting jerzee monet, the vines, and radiohead. vanilla candles. evian water. projects in progress as planned.

radiohead causes my muse to be silent for awhile and to pick up paintbrush. there is something primal with charcoal between my fingers. i am no longer obsessing on every minute detail of what i am drawing. i simply let the heart guide what my hand does. i let the picture be what it wants to be. it loosened some creativity that happened to be jammed between the wrinkles of my cerebrum. a recent visit to trader joe's remined me of allen guinsberg and again, i am able to write. stay receptive to your surroundings. your muse likes to hide but also likes to be found.

i read in the news that an asteroid is on its way to earth and shall hit us in 2017. yet another reminder that life is too short to engage in needless drama. sometimes i feel i create my own soap opera and force the people around me to play along. other times, i am yelling at my celestial screen writer of my biography to quit making the heroine go thru the melancholy episodes and give me a break. but in general i am happy, with both bad and good aspects of my life. i take it in stride. it also reminds me that i FEEL. i think the worst thing to ever feel is numbness. love is a strong emotion. even hate is deep because it is the opposite of love, just in the opposite extreme. sometimes it is kinda flattering in an odd way when i find out some one is hating on me. think about it. i have that much POWER to make them exert so much energy as to occupy their time hating. but it aint too many people like that. only person i can think doesn't think too highly of me is my sophomore highschool ex bf, dave, and his henchwoman side kick, deniese. talk about holding grudges. eh, its all good. they just make good personality models for the antagonists in my novel.

[[[ reflection makes the splendid vision when you take off the rose colored glasses]]]

jasmine candles.evian water.muscles still warm from the moonlit walk/jog with the puppy.i need yerba mate.

I had the most splendid weekend. The comrades and I did a spoken word event at the FANHS conference. Talk about inspiration. To be in a room with several generations of Filipinos and exchanging ideas and commonalities is more than comforting. It was home away from home for many of us. A sense of belonging. A connection between folks who have never met but still look at each other with familiarality. Made some connections, made some friends. It is beautiful how diverse Filipinos are. Feeling was sublime. Even after uncle cordova read a whole dang chapter from his book. It is all good.

The performance art workshop on Saturday was again enlightening, making me see the hidden side of me that I never thought would existed. To do an interpretive piece has pushed me deeper and deeper in the realm of performance art. Still figuring out if I like it. Definitely having a lot of fun.

Saturday evening was fun. A few of us went out to celebrate Bambu’s bday. He chose (( drum roll)) Hometown Buffet. Hahhahahha. He has to be related to my family. My family is ALL about hometown buffet. Hahhahaahhaha, don and dj can bare witness to that. After all they were there for thanksgiving dinner at htb in Valencia. I kid you not. My sister is over the trauma of going there for the holidays. Eh, it is not as weird as I thought it would be and nobody else did as well. Because why was the line RUNNING OUT THE DOOR AND INTO THE PARKING LOT? It is all about hometown buffet. Quantity, not quality.

Finally, Sunday brought me renewal with His Word, meaning renewal for my mind and spirit. My sister and I went to gypsey café and smoked berry flavored tobacco in a hookah and had soy lattes. I caught myself looking at her and seeing the lil girl I helped raised into this beautiful young lady. I am proud of her spunk, her adventurous side, her questioning the world, and her maturity. Strong pinay with a quest for the meaning of life. I feel safe in the thought that she has the compassion as well as the streetsmart to get her through life. We talked about dad and how she herself did some legal research only to conclude that what we suspected was true; that life is unfair and lady of justice turns a blind eye ( or a eye with blurred vision) to certain cases due to paranoia.after a while, we didn’t know if we were getting lightheaded from the hookah or if it is our ownselves getting sick with anger and confusion.

The day closed out with a concert at the Hollywood bowl. I introduced my sister to the sounds of spearhead and fema kuti. She pointed out the first star, as I was too busy dancing to the djimbe and horns. Our picnic basket of fruit and crackers and cheese was just enough for us and those around us. It was definitely one love. Funny part is us getting a bit tipsy from the night air. Well.. a contact high, if you will. It just made fema kuti’s music just that much more visual….