D1G1-1OV3 walked steadily between the shops of the mall. Her eyes darted from one object to the next nearly always pausing to say excuse me to the person in front of her. She hardly ever visited places like this due to the constant forced interaction with humans and overrated prices. she sits at a cafe table near an acessorized shop...
A young couple walks ahead of her. their eyes gazing into each other as she hears their secretive laughter. the young long haired girl stops before a window,her eyes falling upon a pair of unusual earrings. the boy takes note of this and begins to slowly walk past her, sneakingly running into the shop. The young girl soon realizes that she has been staring at the window for a while and gasps as she apologetically turns to face the boy, her hair shifts through the wind in response to the movement. she moves it out of her face expecting to see him looking at her funny, but the boy is missing. her convex smile fades into absolute distress as she shifts her gaze left and right frantically searching for him. her hair flutters as she stands on her tippy-toes trying her hardest to look over the height of the others, just one of the multiple times she wished she was at least a centimeter taller.
just then out of the shop comes the boy bearing a small plastic bag which he swiftly conceals behind his back. Noticing the girl's imminent distress, he taps her shoulder. She turns around, half relieved, half afraid and smiles at his renewed presence. The young boy gazes at her perplexing face and she soon finds herself lost in the warmth of the gaze. D1G1 notices how the young girl's face seems to blush childishly under her medium tan colored skin. the boy smiles sheepishly and reveals the gift behind his back. He hands her the small plastic bag and she looks amazed at it while refusing to take it. He pushes it forward in an attempt to hand it to her. Unwillingly, she slowly reaches to open the small plastic bag.
Her eyes brighten while opening the small bag. the covering itself falls to the floor as the young girl removes its contents. Within the bag lied a pair of earrings, Sushi earrings, the ones she had been admiring through the window. the young boy tenderly looks at her, a fierce and passionate smile filling his face ear to ear. she wraps her arms tenderly around his neck immersing herself into his naturally saddened dark eyes. he slowly outlines her face focusing mainly on the fact that her eyes look a bit teary.
In attempt to make her smile, he grabs the earrings and carefully applies them on to her small ear lobes. he , unable to resist the tenderness of both her face and lips, gently caresses her cheek and kisses her softly. then in a sudden blushed outburst, the young girl laughs uncontrollably, her laughter piercing through the surrounding noises and astonishing passers by. A bit brave and mainly crazy, she turns around and runs stopping after a few steps and returning to revive the stunned boy. she holds her hand out from behind her giving him the "come if you wish to live" stare. noticing this the fearfully amazed boy grabs it.
They run past D1G1 as though running for dear life, laughing at the face of madness.
D1G1 stands up and begins to walk forward. She repetitively reaches up to touch the earring dangling from her ear. The laughing couple fades behind her as she chokes on the memory of her once loving humanity. The well known burning in her chest begins to fade as she lets go of both the memory and the earing and continues walking. The Sushi earring dangles heavily against her now shortened hair.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
"I AM THE DOCTOR": catching up with my old pal Doctor Who
Throughout this spring break i did many things towards my personal life. I visited Toronto (i swear coming from a place like (a bad city near LA), California; toronto seems like the nicest place in the world :D. I also caught up on various shows one of them which was Doctor who.
So, the last time i saw the doctor i left him transformed to the [Tenth i think] new regeneration of him. i had fallen in love with him and rose being together but as i had known since i saw the doctor's reincarnation from Christopher Eccleson to David Tennant, i knew rose would end pretty soon. :/
well to be honest i didnt really catch up i just painfully watched the end of rose and the end of my dreams of seeing them together. All i know is that in the end Rose gets to keep the human version of the Doctor but i (feeling like i know her) know she still longs for the real one, the one with two hearts. the traveler.
I cant begin to imagine how painfully fun it must have been to feel and to see that the man you love leave you such a gift. He would say something like "D1G1, here. He's exactly like me, has lived the same life as me, the only difference, He will be able to grow old with you. He is mortal. oh dont break him, he will die :o" Gosh man, and David tennant was such a sexy version of the doctor too.... >.< nosebleed :D
well anyways that was a rant about my secret love for the tenth doctor aka David Tennant. time to go back to wathching my anime and listening to my Daft Punk :D
So, the last time i saw the doctor i left him transformed to the [Tenth i think] new regeneration of him. i had fallen in love with him and rose being together but as i had known since i saw the doctor's reincarnation from Christopher Eccleson to David Tennant, i knew rose would end pretty soon. :/
well to be honest i didnt really catch up i just painfully watched the end of rose and the end of my dreams of seeing them together. All i know is that in the end Rose gets to keep the human version of the Doctor but i (feeling like i know her) know she still longs for the real one, the one with two hearts. the traveler.
I cant begin to imagine how painfully fun it must have been to feel and to see that the man you love leave you such a gift. He would say something like "D1G1, here. He's exactly like me, has lived the same life as me, the only difference, He will be able to grow old with you. He is mortal. oh dont break him, he will die :o" Gosh man, and David tennant was such a sexy version of the doctor too.... >.< nosebleed :D
well anyways that was a rant about my secret love for the tenth doctor aka David Tennant. time to go back to wathching my anime and listening to my Daft Punk :D
Coincidence in the Life of a Desgised Robot
"There is no room for remorse in my heart. my mind has to be blank in order to move on.
but with all the crap that keeps repeating, its as though the past keeps hammering down on me."
- Human D1G1
D1G1 walked forward as the wind swooped over her face. it was a calm and sunny morning but she felt uneasy. the silence on her morning stroll through her quiet neighborhood as usual bothered her so she put her earphones on. she winced as the cold rims entered her rear and giggled giddily as she pressed the play button.
"Are you receiving
Can you hear me?
The inspiration
It's deceiving"
she quickly let the words escape her mouth in large gaps trying hard to keep up, failing every time. soon the song ended. The song that followed would haunt her all her day.
As she walked towards her class D1G1 tripped over a stone. her sketchbook which she held dear fell to the floor along with her I-Pod. she winced as the I-pod detached from the earphones and hit the floor with a loud thud. at once the Song she was listening to paused. silence once more. she scurrility picked up all the pieces of paper held within her sketchbook. "at last," she though, "my I-pod." when she clicked the earphones into the device and pressed play the song returned with a melodic tune and lyrics that mesmerized her heart
"feeling the past moving in,
letting a new day begin,
Hold to the time that you know
you don't have to move on to let go."
As D1G1 began to stand her eyes subconsciously looked up. in that instant her heart stopped. in the doorway looking back at her was him. Bryan. She quickly held herself together and walked away. this song kept repeating.
D1G1's day went as planned. class one, class two, class three. all carefully placed as planned, but the morning's encounter had left her blind. throughout all her classes all she could focus on was the image of him staring down at her as though unwillingly trapped with no where to go. Deep within her heart she felt once mended cracks beginning to open once more.
"Remember turning on the lights
And dancing to the morning light,
Remember how it was with you,
Remember how you pulled me through...
I remember..."
her eyes were lost and diverted. yet she couldn't help remembering all the pain. once more she let the cold robotic side of her take hold, once more she let the music seep through her veins and electrify her soul....
"One More Time"
but with all the crap that keeps repeating, its as though the past keeps hammering down on me."
- Human D1G1
D1G1 walked forward as the wind swooped over her face. it was a calm and sunny morning but she felt uneasy. the silence on her morning stroll through her quiet neighborhood as usual bothered her so she put her earphones on. she winced as the cold rims entered her rear and giggled giddily as she pressed the play button.
"Are you receiving
Can you hear me?
The inspiration
It's deceiving"
she quickly let the words escape her mouth in large gaps trying hard to keep up, failing every time. soon the song ended. The song that followed would haunt her all her day.
As she walked towards her class D1G1 tripped over a stone. her sketchbook which she held dear fell to the floor along with her I-Pod. she winced as the I-pod detached from the earphones and hit the floor with a loud thud. at once the Song she was listening to paused. silence once more. she scurrility picked up all the pieces of paper held within her sketchbook. "at last," she though, "my I-pod." when she clicked the earphones into the device and pressed play the song returned with a melodic tune and lyrics that mesmerized her heart
"feeling the past moving in,
letting a new day begin,
Hold to the time that you know
you don't have to move on to let go."
As D1G1 began to stand her eyes subconsciously looked up. in that instant her heart stopped. in the doorway looking back at her was him. Bryan. She quickly held herself together and walked away. this song kept repeating.
D1G1's day went as planned. class one, class two, class three. all carefully placed as planned, but the morning's encounter had left her blind. throughout all her classes all she could focus on was the image of him staring down at her as though unwillingly trapped with no where to go. Deep within her heart she felt once mended cracks beginning to open once more.
"Remember turning on the lights
And dancing to the morning light,
Remember how it was with you,
Remember how you pulled me through...
I remember..."
her eyes were lost and diverted. yet she couldn't help remembering all the pain. once more she let the cold robotic side of her take hold, once more she let the music seep through her veins and electrify her soul....
"One More Time"
Monday, April 25, 2011
Celebrities: Human or not?
I gots a question for you. when you talk about your favorite artist be it a movie actor/actress, singer, painter, etc. do you refer to that person as a star or as an actual person?
Today while chatting online with some pals we came upon the discussion of who our favorite celebrity is. being part of an odd group i encountered reasonable answers such as Jimmy Hendrix, Adam West, and the notorious Al Capone, yet the answer which seemed the most interesting was my friend Shapiro-sama's "Deadmau5." while the others answered in way which showed struggle and deep thought, Shapiro's response was nearly automatic.
"why?" i asked him nearly drilling a hole through my computer with my curiosity. he just shrugged and said "whats not to like about a musical god such as himself?" to me, the response opened a deep thought in my head. why is it that my friend, along with nearly half of the electronic loving community refer to Deadmau5 as a living entity? why do we refer to him as a him? in general why do we refer to celebrities as untouchable gods? in my frantic search for a semi-acceptable answer i asked Shapiro "Do you like Joel Zimmerman?
He sent me a puzzled "O.o You mean Deadmau5?" our conversation went as follows:
D1G1: "No, i mean the actual Joel Zimmerman"
SHAPIRO: "oh.... well.... i don't know?"
D1G1: ".____. ur kidding right?"
SHAPIRO: "well its true. i have no idea."
It's not his lack of knowledge of Joel Zimmerman but the fact that he doesn't know the person beyond Deadmau5. is this what fame does to a person? are we forced to be conformed with knowing only Guy Manuel or Tom? not knowing their dreams as children or their hopes for the future?
I'm glad that Joel is one of the few people i met before meeting their Celebrity side. to be honest, i stumbled upon Deadmau5's blog before even meeting his music. its people like Joel that make celebrities like Jonny Depp or Gwen Stefani reachable. they help promote less boundaries between people and their celebritized sides. Thank you Joel, thank you too John Christopher Depp. You guys are awesome.
Today while chatting online with some pals we came upon the discussion of who our favorite celebrity is. being part of an odd group i encountered reasonable answers such as Jimmy Hendrix, Adam West, and the notorious Al Capone, yet the answer which seemed the most interesting was my friend Shapiro-sama's "Deadmau5." while the others answered in way which showed struggle and deep thought, Shapiro's response was nearly automatic.
"why?" i asked him nearly drilling a hole through my computer with my curiosity. he just shrugged and said "whats not to like about a musical god such as himself?" to me, the response opened a deep thought in my head. why is it that my friend, along with nearly half of the electronic loving community refer to Deadmau5 as a living entity? why do we refer to him as a him? in general why do we refer to celebrities as untouchable gods? in my frantic search for a semi-acceptable answer i asked Shapiro "Do you like Joel Zimmerman?
He sent me a puzzled "O.o You mean Deadmau5?" our conversation went as follows:
D1G1: "No, i mean the actual Joel Zimmerman"
SHAPIRO: "oh.... well.... i don't know?"
D1G1: ".____. ur kidding right?"
SHAPIRO: "well its true. i have no idea."
It's not his lack of knowledge of Joel Zimmerman but the fact that he doesn't know the person beyond Deadmau5. is this what fame does to a person? are we forced to be conformed with knowing only Guy Manuel or Tom? not knowing their dreams as children or their hopes for the future?
I'm glad that Joel is one of the few people i met before meeting their Celebrity side. to be honest, i stumbled upon Deadmau5's blog before even meeting his music. its people like Joel that make celebrities like Jonny Depp or Gwen Stefani reachable. they help promote less boundaries between people and their celebritized sides. Thank you Joel, thank you too John Christopher Depp. You guys are awesome.
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