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Spongebob. Captain Jack Sparrow. Brandon Flowers. The Killers. Blood. Books. Babies. Myspace (tsk). Southpark. Camwhoring. 300. Damien Rice.
Stephen Chow. In all his naked and humorous glory.
Damien Rice. A man whose words are so undeniably beautiful and true.
Brandon Flowers. Just so I can go speechless, gape in awe and entertain wild thoughts...
Stephen Hillenburg. For I need someone to worship unconditionally.
My past self. Need it to come out of hiding.
Well since I want to meet Brandon Flowers and french kiss him nonstop, I'd still say The Killers' music is on my top list. Then there's Dishwalla, my painkiller, and Damien Rice, my emotions. All the rest depends on my mood. Music is either my depressant or stimulant. And I don't know how to end this paragraph right. Music rules? Ok.
I love watching suspense and thriller and horror movies that do not make me jump yet make my companion suddenly jerk beside me. Their reactions will forever be etched in my memory. Amen.
I am yet to see a scary movie that's, well...scary. All the others made me die of boredom. I scare myself better to be honest. Hmmmm...my friend's mirror reflection is more scary to be honest.
I was born to laugh. I therefore enjoy comedies a lot. I will laugh heartily and I will not care if that will annoy the hell out of you. Move to another seat. I will continue laughing.
I have something against crying over movies inside the cinema. It feels ridiculous after, especially when my companion teases me about it. Mean. At least I did not jump when I saw all those spiders engulf the actor. Ha.
Action is cool. Romantic comedy is okay. Cheesy flicks? Die!!!
I find it amusing to flip channels all the time until something actually beckons me to stop and stare then watch.
I love Spongebob, really. But I've seen all the effing episodes they show on TV.
I like SouthPark a lot, but same problem, so I go online for that. TV can be very unreliable. Especially in this country. All you get are rumors and showbiz intrigues and corny ass antics. Peace to my countrymen, but it's oh so true. And you know it, so stop the insincere patriotic bs. *smile. wide*
The sound of the TV can be a great distraction. I say we rid ourselves of this abomination and concentrate on making love or making conversations. Ok well, at the very least, lower the effing volume. Man.
Ok. I sound bitter. No time for TV really. And even if I do have time, substance seems to be too much to ask for sooooooo...fine fine. I'll shut up now. TV Rules? No.
Now, we're talking.
I declare myself a great Harper Lee fan. Ok so she wrote only one book. Like bite her for making millions out of only one novel. Anyway, I obviously love it. I'm talking about To Kill A Mockingbird of course. But I'm sure you already know that. No? oh well...
And who wouldn't adore The Little Prince? I mean, Antoine de St. Exupery should be worshipped for that! Haha.
Then there's Grisham. And Rowling of course (sure I had my share of the Harry Potter mania). And I am just recently discovering the haunting power of Stephen King. JD Salinger is a cool author (The Catcher In the Rye! Man!). When I was 17 or 18, I was deeply moved by Carcaterra's Sleepers (yeah the movie made me cry too but not as much as the book did).
Paulo Coelho's books also touched me in a way, mainly because I was as distressed as his characters were when I was reading his works. My personal faves are Eleven Minutes and Veronika Decides to Die. And I've had my share of Steinbeck's too.
Jostein Gaardner was a tremendous help in my philosophical career (what philosophical career?!) I may read Dan Brown soon, or another Stephen King.
I'd probably read anything that promises Lust, Murder, Vengeance and Haunting tales of love and life in them...
And I am particularly taken by novels with cunning and streetsmart children as protagonists. They always kick ass and their lines are always funny, witty and interesting.
Mr. King, allow me to name my daughter Kia (Kyra) and my son Gage.
Archie.
Man! In the future, when we will all look back to the time I've gone crazy and suicidal, I know you will be the first one to shake your head back and forth, give me a sound slap on the back and hug me tight.
You've always been able to make me laugh.
You cried once with me. Because of me. I was not able to forgive myself totally for that.
But it was not and never your fault. You know right? My misfortune was not your doing. And your guilt would forever be my heartache.
I love you.
You have done more than enough for this crazy child. You have held on to her despite her insistence to push everyone away. You held the figurative knife away from her. MOre than once. More than thrice.
Your hugs.
Your hugs kept her safe and warm.
And your love made things better.
I love you.
Look at me now. I want you to be proud of me. I want you to see that all those saving you did...was worth it.
I love you.
Sing me that song again.
"Come and take me home..."
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