love is what we need

love for a sunset. love for the sense of sight, sense to differentiate the different rays of visible light.

love for..

cali love

maybe i'm postponing my post on love..

or i'm disguising it within each post i write.

who knows?

hotel california

oh clueless :D

i'm waiting to find out myself, mate!

i'm afraid i have to postpone that post, i don't think i realized what i was writing at the time, because at one point, i was awake for about 48 hours straight, and it was very likely that was the point in which that was written.

but i can very well formulate my love for hotels at the moment. there's something very carnal about a place like hotels, something very fertile and sexy. prostitutes setup at hotels, secret rendezvous are carried out at hotels, manic sex is fulfilled at hotels and so forth.

a few years ago, my ex and i stayed at a hotel close to a racing event we were going to attend, and that whole night was nothing but sweet violent sex. we entered the hotel room kissing and within moments were on the bed having at each other. after we'd finish, we'd be back at it again and again and again.. that night was nothing but constant fucking, and it got to the point were cumming became physically painful and we just collapsed atop each other. well, not to be outdone, waking up in the middle of the night caught us both hungry for each other's privates and we'd have at it again. when we awoke in the morning, we'd have a round before breakfast and fondled each other on the way to the racetrack. my point is, that hotel allowed us to be so primal, it took our every wanton desire and let us go at it until our muscles cramped and our hormones screamed for moderation. my leg cramped a couple times, her neck was sore from a bobbing up and down, my tongue laid flat and lifeless along with my jaw, and countless other little injuries and ailments.

we stayed at another hotel the next day and the whole night was dedicated to the practice of the kama sutra. you'd swear our naughty bits were actually one and that we were some sort of weird siamese-non-relative-opposite-sex-twins we were fucking so much. i had her achilles imprinted on my collar bones and she had my teeth marks on her neck. we swapped so much fluid, a whole towel was dedicated to attempt to absorb it. then we had to call and get a another towel because we needed something to dry our bodies with after we got done fucking in the shower.

basically, the aura of hotels are undeniable. the fun to be had in them unmistakable. use the chance wisely, because back home, you have neighbors to consider.

what.. is.. love?

hieu will answer.

next week.

and you will accept hieu's opinion as fact.

or not.

hieu does not care what you do with his words.

as long as you don't contort them.

and if you do, hieu will be sad.

'tis the season to be jolly

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the year is winding down, and in a few weeks, we move up a calendar number. 2007>2008. so what does it all mean? some people will scramble to see how this year went wrong and try to right it in 08. bullshit, i say. some people will claim this year a success and vow to keep it up in 08. bah, sure. some people will not care. hi! welcome to the world of realist! instead of counting your life in little increments, month to month, year to year, why isn't it all taken into a cumulative amount. i mean, if you're going to dig up the past year, why stop at 364 days? keep that counter going, bitch!

or why pick up this time to start a resolution? if you fail 2 months into it, are you going to wait another 10 months before you pick up your next failing? why not start right away? i hate the structure we live in sometimes. every few weeks, there's some sort of crap milestone or some redundant tradition we must participate in or be considered an outsider. easter. let's buy candy to celebrate the death/rebirth of jesus [doesn't that make him a zombie?]. christmas. throw our money away at gifts no one really wants and smiles and well wishes no one really cares for. valentines. well, no beef with valentines, i love the candy.

[^^ 'what? didn't you just rip on easter for candy?' yes, because it's irreverent to the death/rebirth of jesus. not to mention a fucking rabbit, what the hell does that have to do with anything? st. valentine was martyred for marrying couples that weren't allowed to be married, and martyrdom and candy goes hand in hand, duh]

anyway, i'm not trying to make any sort of counter-culture with my anti-holiday movement, because counter-culture then becomes the culture, and in turn needs a counter-culture to counter it, meaning like counter-counter-culture-counter. yeah, that makes plenty of sense. i'm just bitching because i'm seeing the miserable masses getting appeased by something as dumb and hollow as a little holiday with little to no meaning behind it. instead of finding happiness within themselves and those around them, they're forced to use this as a crutch. like prescribed medication to inhibit your moods and whatnot.

'never have someone as a priority when they have you as an option'

words to live by. consider it a lesson learned. you're not getting a thing out of me!

the subway diaries

so if i sold everything and went away

would you care?

if i disappeared without a trace without a word

would you search for me?

if i find love in the sea of hate

would you believe me?

if my heart shatters for you

would you respond?

if i died in the tragedy of life like you

would you console me?


[misunderstood?]

you ever wonder how many excuses you apply to your life at any given moment?

















because i'm fucking sick of it

le whores!

i <3 attention

psh. whatever, you only think i love your attention. it's a marvel to see what people are willing to do to capture it for an ADD-riddled moment. myspace is a prime example of how we suck as people. i have nothing new to add to the 'myspace sucks' argument, and i'll leave it at that.

but that's all it really is in essence, isn't it? a medium built for people to show off.. themselves. no redeeming qualities can really be found, just a lot of attention sluts one-upping each other in vying for your eyes. even when used as an advertising tool for the artists, it fails, because while it's a place for 'friends', it's really a place for 'memememememememe'. as a communication device it fails, because people are so caught up with themselves and their shit, messages and comments go unanswered

and the pictures. zomfgroflmao. i'm imagining the thought process of these shots.. and it scrambles my BRAIN. you'd think camera manufacturers would make it easy for people to understand the horrible, adverse effects of tungsten lighting, reflected surfaces, AND FOCUS. [end photo rant]

i can't go 5 minutes in life without having to run into ze undesirable people. school for example, contains an unholy amount of brown nosing hand raising asshats who must alwasy, ALWAYS show everyone else what they know. even common knowledge can't go unanswered, rhetorical questions get a lengthy explanation. it's like Capt. Obvious died and gave his legacy to everybody in the world, then Capt. Oblivious followed suit.

what happened to quiet, honorable dignity? to internal satisfaction?

i can't fucking compete-

and that's a good thing.