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miss penniweather

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About Me

{ occupations : } artist, creative writer, athlete, model, sexy server, and above all, dork....im a great massage therapist and hitokiri transformer fembot...................................................... .......................................................... "you wear a lot of pink for being a goth." (-bilz)I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4

My Interests

european chocolates, cartoonery, fancy underwear. saving orphans and puppies from burning buildings.

I'd like to meet:

PJ and i are on the quest for social decency and queso fresco. people who are just too fresh.

Music:

i sort playlists to go with my moods___but for the most part, i like a shitload of music....rap, hip hop (outkast! anything by timbaland), hip pop(missy)...pop music (timberlake, nelly furtado) live spoken word, r&b, funk/soul (earth wind and fire, holla!)....jazz (billie holiday, nat king cole, david brubeck quartet..), latin, (gipsy kings, ozomatli, the buena vista social club..) and oldschool... dj deedot..frank sinatra.. 50s-90s..all types rock including the basics (as follows: red hot chili peppers, foo fighters, incubus} ..the cure, coldplay, we are lions, fuckin peaches, the beatles, aerosmith to john mayer to maryln manson.. the spawn sdtk. bay area artists like the attik, ise, goapole... new age, electronica (goldfrapp, bjork..), indie (le disko), trance (haha oldschool mars cd and roller girl)...flying lotus...sia....what is it about rock music that makes u feel both sexy and biting someones ear clean off?

Movies:

i have this 2 minute video of a monkey pushing a toy car on my computer.

Television:

i just bought back my childhood, aka the series of aeon flux. otherwise anything with good cartoons, music videos, hot women. or anything that makes me laff .. foodnetwork, fairly oddparents.. spongebob... the girls next door

Books:

i like reading struggle books, sad woman stories, political disasters, and identity issues and discoveries...they make me feel like im not alone. the house on mango street. the hundred secret senses. persepolous books. swimmy, the hungry caterpiller, assata shakir, tony morrison... shel silverstein, dr suess, calef brown, and when he comes out with his first book, arthur tien... i also like to read about food while i eat food. i love picture books, concept art really, my graphics bood, and fashion photography.

Heroes:

of course my nuclear family. mechanical and prisma col-erase pencils. false eye lashes. my teachers. my ipod.

My Blog

water, time, and life reflections

life is water, you let things flow and whatever happens, happens for a reason.this year has been really rocky for me, especially the past two months. i overcame car troubles, poor health, and i am cur...
Posted by { mochi monster. } on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 01:27:00 PST

pestering thoughts .

there is worry inside of melaced around dark crevices in my heartlike secrets hidden from the lightthe pink and tooth faced smile hides the tearsmoney is not oxygen but what if i cant buy my survival?...
Posted by { mochi monster. } on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 10:47:00 PST

scars. [poem.]

the scars run too deep the pain stings like rivers of blood under paper skin forces the tears from the knots of eyes roll down the car window words saturated with emotion heavy like sponges thick...
Posted by { mochi monster. } on Sun, 21 Aug 2005 08:11:00 PST

summer [revision phase II]

its cute really. when our lips meet we are both comforting and awkward like the wear and tear corner of a blanket from the age of 5, like the shoe on the wrong foot, like mismatching socks he take...
Posted by { mochi monster. } on Fri, 19 Aug 2005 11:41:00 PST

tired [poem.]

silence forced me to ask him what he was thinking. how you'd feel if i asked the girls at work out i looked down i wasnt enough like the line in the previous sappy poem he has the potential to hu...
Posted by { mochi monster. } on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

after a while its all the same. [poem.]

i see him and i cant control it im on fire. i throw him against the wall sucking the life out of his face and ripping off my shirt. he says he needs me his fingers are screaming into the flesh of my b...
Posted by { mochi monster. } on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

maybe.

i try to watch the stars as i am deafened by the screams of my body. my heart is the whisper of water trapped within the stone walls of a black well. play the song for me again, notes of wine and the ...
Posted by { mochi monster. } on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

merry go round [poem.]

he reminded me of the time i was drunk and pointed to the painting of the melancholy girl in the corner and mentioned to him that sometimes that girl is me. i smile and i laugh the loudest and act li...
Posted by { mochi monster. } on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

secret [poem.]

i would never tell him that i was thinking of him but sometimes i would like to rest my palms on his chest lean in and kiss gently tell him that he is the god of the sky and the sun; i would be bo...
Posted by { mochi monster. } on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

your anxiousness makes me feel unsettled [poem.]

your anxiousness makes me feel unsettled. black and white a blinking cursor doesnt illustrate the unfurling anger that makes others erupt and the twitching in my neck. as far as i can remember w...
Posted by { mochi monster. } on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST