Fuck a Cow #1 (Late post)

One: I hate the smell of the cows. I live in a freaking residence hall that's situated close to a cow farm (well not a real cow farm, but the agriculture place for UC DAVIS).
Two: I have an essay due tomorrow, I didn't procrastinate, I just put it off because I had to study for my mid-term today.
Three: That mid-term was grr. It wasn't really complicated, but remembering all the damn informations made me weary, so I'm back to number two.
Four: I got a damn in-class essay tomorrow.

FUCK A COW!

*That was posted on my myspace on October 28th*

Jamie

Voldemort (if Harry's not around).

He's the one that nobody speaks of,
The one that all is afraid to mention,
Needless to say,
He haunts their mind in every dimension.

He roams through their body,
Like the chilly air at night,
Leaving goosebumps into their skin
With an expression of a dead knight.

In the darkness,
He watches their agonies,
As they struggle on their knees,
Begging him to let them be.

He laughs loudly,
While pretending he could not hear
The screeching pain they could no longer bare,
Completely trapping them in his deathly air.

Smugness crawls in his loathsome face,
Eerie satifaction fills his empty heart,
Triumph never felt this great.


Note: I was looking through my magazine entries (for MTHS' Velleity, where I was the editor haha), and I found this poem that I wrote out of boredom. I was at Borders one day, and a local band called The Zoo Human Project - which I recommend for everyone - sang a song called "Voldemort," and I really liked the story behind the song. So when I got home that night, I felt inspired to write a different version, and voila, here's my version - way different from their song.


<3Jhay

Notebook.

My thoughts are compiled in a raggedy old notebook, in which you may think is a junk that needed to be thrown away, and when I say away, I meant far into the depth of the ocean, where men who enjoys the exploration of the unknown wouldn't pursue. It is ragged all right, with its bent corners and leaves sticking out in every direction possible, in fact, ragged would be an understatement. If a stranger gives it a glance, he may think that the only use of this notebook is to protect the concrete ground from the mighty hot moist gift that his dog regularly presents him. Just goes to show, that one man's trash is another’s treasure, and I mean it. To a stranger my notebook would not bring him anything worth keeping, but to me, every leaf, every line, every space is heaven. Once my utensil touches its delicate leaf, the feeling of being alive runs through my temple as the hot rush of blood travels in my veins, its like, this notebook brings me life, even hope in humanity - humanity which I often question. This piece of junk holds the actions that I took, words that I spoke, thoughts that continuously gyrate my mind; it tenderly, yet protectively grasps the mysterious chapters of this thing I call my life. Yet, no matter how much I try to explain its value (to me), nobody will ever understand or even try to comprehend the words that are scribbled down in every page it contains. I am starting to believe that I am from another planet or I write in some ancient language or hieroglyphics that the greatest linguist would not be able to decipher. Despite this fact, I religiously scribe the chapters of my "novel" in its limited space. I squeeze the words together, putting them in every angle possible, and writing them microscopically in order to fit my life in this notebook everyone seem to kick around because it happens to remind them of a tatterdemalion, and to add to my dismay, none of them ever tried unraveling the mystery behind its frumpish cover.


P.S.
I just felt like blogging, so I came up with something. Enjoy!


Jhay

Russian Lawmakers irk me.

*To enlarge the image, click the link: BLOG.

So, I have stumbled upon that blog a couple of minutes ago, and I felt obliged to state my opinion through my blog. First things first, I would like to say that I am nowhere near from being “EMO,” though the description given fits me in some ways. No, I do not cut myself nor do I sit at a corner and bawl my eyes out. However, the fashion/clothing description is something you will see me wearing. I wear a lot of black (from shirts to jeans), my nails are painted black, I have an Emo/Scene haircut (crazily layered/fringes, I need to trim it), I have dark hair (almost jet-black, soon will be having coon tails), I have studded belt (that I wear most of the time), and I wear chucks.

With that being said, I am utterly offended with Russia’s idea of what “EMO” is because not everyone who wears those clothing items, have those piercings or have the hairstyle are instantly “EMO.” They are ridiculing the people who fits the description because they are rashly pointing out that those people are depress or suicidal. I feel like they are placing certain people in a certain social group – stereotype. Physical appearance does not define a person.


Banning “EMO” only creates a bigger issue out of it because it will offend many – obviously, since I don’t live their and I already feel offended. I can just picture the teens rebelling against this law leading to a mass destruction – well not a mass destruction, but something close to that. In addition, I don’t see the point of following through with this ideology for anyone can take away the “EMO” trend, but there is no way in hell that anyone could take away the emotions. Somehow, the Russian government are promoting unfair judgment, and depriving their citizens of freedom of expression. They show their thirst for control, telling - well more like dictating - their people how to dress. Gally, controlling much?

I am mystified by their plan. I cannot comprehend the reasons behind their attempt of eliminating a trend, a fashion statement. There are more important issues that need to be tackled, which includes the battle they have against Georgia – a much important matter that infuriates me.

I know this problem should not matter to me because I don’t live there nor do I want to visit the country – no offense. Nevertheless, the idea triggered a nerve that leads me to crave to express my opinion about it. There is only one thing that I want to say:

To ban “EMO” is to ban individuality.


Outspoken,

Jhay

In My Perfect World...OLD

In my perfect world, Elk Grove wouldnt be so hot
Instead it'll be cool all year long.
Nike would make more shoes
That will fit my small feet'
Coz its hard not having the right shoes,
It tends to ruin my style.
Designer clothing wouldnt be so expensive.
In my perfect world,
Bush will stop sending troops to Iraq,
Carrying dangerous explosive,
Direct to the point, Bush wouldnt be the president.
Good actors who cant sing, stay acting,
Great singers who cant act, stay singing.
In my perfect world extra calories wouldnt exist.
All this gangstah crap stop,
You're just wasting your youth,
Go take a hike and think of what you're doing,
Question your action and grow up.
In my perfect world,
Law&Order:SVU will be on 24/7,
Family guy&South Park would go on forever.
Whoever came up with the pencil skirt
Needs some sense of fashion.
Boppers needs to leave the mall,
12 year old kids needs to cover up,
Shit talkers and fake heads go buy yourself a life.
In my perfect world people would be more open-minded.
Hate and crimes would decrease.
The population would show more appreciation,
Quit with that selfishness and brutalization.
In my perfect world,
I would've never made so much mistakes.
I would have never made the biggest one,
Falling in love with my best friend.
I wouldnt have put myself in this mess,
That keeps getting me stress.
I wouldnt be dealing with these mind games,
Teen life that I can never comprehend.
All this mood swings, I just want to get rid of em.
In my perfect world, boys would be men,
Silly games would just go away.
I'm not preaching,
I'm just saying,
That if theres a perfect world,
It'll be some place I can find that peace of mind
And contentment I've been lacking.


The striked part is something that doesn't apply to me. This is pratically an old piece that I've written a couple years back. I was never in love - never have - it was infatuation with an ex-boyfriend/ex-best friend, but still a good friend up to now.

<3Jhay

Breaking Dawn.

I waited for this book to come out - the waiting was filled with anxiousness, and when I say anxiousness, I meant going to the local bookstore and making sure to serve a copy, bothering the clerks for more informations as to how the wristband and release party will work, staying up late trapped in a bookstore with 600 people -varying from kids, teenagers, adults, boys, girls - going nuts as they wait. Let me tell you something, that was some night. There were a few Jonas Brothers fans out there wearing their concert shirts from the Burning Up tour, I was impressed. However, that's beside the point...we aren't talking about those boys in this blog, no no; it's all about the TWILIGHT SAGA.

I was utterly shocked to see many boys in the release party answering the trivias, and along with them, my older sisters were yelling the answers out. I guess it was a bit funny. It wasn't embarrasing as I thought it would be, to have my sisters who are above 20 joining the fun, instead I was proud of them. The only thing that irked me last night was those catty girls, who look around the store pretending to be better than everyone else; I mean they were staring people down and whispering condenscending comments about the other Twilight fans. Dude they need to take a chill pill, like seriously. We were all out there last night because of one thing, BREAKING DAWN, and I don't see the point of belitting one another when we are all fans of Stephenie Meyer's saga.

Moving on, I give 1000 kudos to those who participated on the custome contest, seems like they worked hard on their customes. Awesome. I really liked a couple of the shirts I saw on some people, especially the one my old schoolmate was wearing, it was a black shirt with the word Twilight written in the front and a quote in the back. May I say, I want one. I think I'm going to search online for a nice shirt, if not, then maybe I can try to be creative and make one. Easy to say, hard to commit. Haha. I won't go on to details with that statement, I think that it is part of human nature, so it should be obvious enough.

While I was waiting for twelve midnight to struck, and for my number to be called, I grabbed a copy of the book FLIPPED, and read it. So far, so good. I'm enjoying the plot line of the story, hence I have to go back to Borders and buy my own copy. I shall be doing that after I finish reading BREAKING DAWN. Oh, I just have to say this...when I was reading FLIPPED, Aeriel and I sat at the Christian/Religious aisle, then this dude sat close to us occupying himself with books boys read. Well the point of saying that information is, his friend's name is JACOB, who's pretty hilarious. I know should I be minding my own business and not listening to other's conversations, but if your neighbor talks really loud, you just can't help to listen. Right? Who cares if I just ignored a simple manner? I'm a human, I tend to care about things that surrounds me, and if it means eavesdropping, then it shall be done. Lol. Anyway, I'm going off a tangent. Back to my story, I was listening to them talk, and the Jacob dude just kept rambling on about how he didn't know that the reason there were many girls in the bookstore is because of the release party. He bragged about seeing girls with shirts that say "TEAM JACOB," with speculation, I believe he feels important because his name is written on the chest area of some girls; if not, then he surely made it seem like it. BOYS.

The line up last night was not organized, our wristband has numbers on them indicating the order of how we will get our books. I was number 64, but I ended up all the way in the back because the people in my group (60-100) were scattered everywhere, they didn't even care that they were cutting the people that were supposed to be infront of them. Soon, the workers were fed up because some people weren't paying attention. So, they said that as long as you are with the group (range of number) being called, then get in the line, it doesn't matter if you are in the correct spot. I find it stupid, and unfair for the ones who came and pre-ordered their books first. Whatever. That doesn't completely faze me. I have my book and that's all that matters to me.

After getting the book, I didn't open it right away. I already read the first chapter from the special edition of ECLIPSE, so I wasn't rushing. I want to take time reading the last book of the series because I want to feel and fully understand every single part. I have my theories, lots of them, but one struck out the most...Bella and Edward's daughter will be the one Jacob will fall in love with(imprinting), perhaps that's why Jacob can't leave Bella alone. I know that Bella and Edward will have a daughter because if you flip on the back, where the Vampire Covens are introduced, you'll be able to read the name "RENESMEE," a combination of their mothers' names, Renee and Esme. Take that for a theory. As much as I could to stay online, I want to log off and read. Tata.

P.S.

This has got to be the longest blog I've ever written. Whooho! 938 words. AND I HATE IT TO BREAK TO ALL THE PEOPLE READING BREAKING DAWN, BUT MY THEORY IS CORRECT =). I read it.

Keenly reading,

Jhay

Edward Cullen.

As I think about the past week of not being online, I have proven to myself that I can live without Myspace, Blogspot, Facebook, Google (yes I am in love with Google) and even the Jonas Brothers. It may sound shocking since I claimed that I am diagnosed with an OJD, Obsessive Jonas Disorder for those who don't speak the Jonas language. I was actually quite proud of myself for I am able to restrain myself from sitting infront of the computer and staring at my desktop with a Jonas Brothers wallpaper. And by the way, it is not a Jonas Brothers wallpaper anymore. Guilty as charged, it happens to be Edward Cullen's face that stares back at anyone who looks at my desktop. Yes, as ridiculously as it may sound, I am now lured and trapped inside the Twilight mania. As a matter of fact, all of my sisters and I are reading the most famous series besides Harry Potter (in which I am also a huge fan, talk about being a nerd).

If you have read my past blog about my flair in Facebook, I truly mean it when I said that the boyfriend standards has dramatically increased. One name changed it all, Edward Cullen. Silly as it may sound, but this teenage vampire shows that chivalry is not dead. Sounds ironic, right? For a bloodsucker to be chivalric. Often, vampires are seen to be out-of-control monsters who suck the blood of an innocent human being, but Edward is portrayed differently. I will not be summarizing the story for those who haven't heard or read the story because I am not capable of doing so. Summarizing the story sucks out the fun, thrill and toe curling moments of the novel. Great word to use while speaking of a fictional vampire, "sucks." Lol.

I watched the two trailers of the movie version and I am beyond thirsty to see it. Ha oh how I enjoy playing with words. Nerd genes attacking. Anyway, I had a heated argument with my sister about Robert Pattinson (who plays Edward in the movie); she believes that he doesn't fit the character, but I argued that he is perfect for the role. Well, I am victorious. After seeing the previews, she had changed her mind.

Stepping to a new path, I've always had a crush on Robert with his seductive British accent. He was in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire as Cedric Diggory. Althought, I believe that his role as Edward is way better than being Cedric, who was murdered by Voldemort. Eekkkkk. I am totally crushing, silly teenage crushes. Haha. Oh & I somewhat declared that he might have taken Joe Jonas' spot.

Well maybe not.

On the other hand, I wasn't able to have an overview about the concert I went to last week. The Burning Up concert was something that cannot be describe in words such as awesome and amazing for those words are too simple to explain the feeling of being in the concert. Anxiously waiting on my seats with my toes tapping along, paying close attention to the little details that surrounds me, intesifying feeling rushes through my vein with the wind serenely blowing through my hair causing me to breathe in a pattern I could not comprehend, the butterflies flying inside my being, intently listening to the words coming out of the people behind me, turning around to catch a glimpse of the girls who are going through the same jittering experience as I do, now that's something that the words "awesome" and "amazing" cannot describe. Like said, there's not a word that can amount to the emotion I was enduring while waiting for the concert to start and during the performances.

However, irritation did play a role on my night. Some girls were irking me for they just sat around like idiots while most of the us were jumping up and down with a large amount of adrenaline running through our system. Heck, even this one lady who seems to be about in her mid-thirty was ecstatic. She danced around like she was a teenage girl again. She sang along with the rest of us, and she was pretty funny. She asked me so many questions about the boys, from their age to their heritage. Ha, she was a cute lady and I enjoyed her company.

I would post pictures from the concert, but sadly our camera was being a butthead and didn't capture good photographs. Maybe next time.

Whoa I feel like this blog is long enough, I shall head off and sleep. Salut.

Overly excited Edward lover,

Jhay