Blue Monkey

Sunday, November 30, 2008

on sperm (who doesnt love it?)


How the [BLEEP] did this happen?!


Well. It happened because of sperm.




I hate that term.




Sperm, sperm is a glorious term, term

Our life is confirmed

By those cute little worms

Who doesn't love sperm?




Who doesn't love sperm?


You came to me and Steve

One glorious eve

I shot in a shot glass

To help her conceive.



We both went in that glass.


Be quiet, you ass.


Oh, make fun of me?

You worship like Lance Bass.


Our plan was well-hatched

But when getting a batch

We hit a rough patch...


And some spilled in your--


Sperm, sperm is a glorious term, term!


If it wasn't for sperm

We'd do it like germs, germs.


Germs don't have sex.




Who doesn't love sperm?


Who doesn't love sperm?


I hate where it comes from

I hate how it feels

I hate how it looks

And how it congeals


But it goes with our eggs

It makes us all one

So open your legs

And push out our son!


Sperm, sperm is a glorious term, term


You're 80 percent water

But 50 percent sperm!


Who doesn't love sperm?!




Who doesn't love sperm?


Sperm! Sperm! Is a glorious term, term!

Everybody's made of sperm!

Doctors and lawyers and priests on their knees.


I'm made of sperm!


Kittens and horsies and birdies in trees!


Sperm! Sperm! Sperm!


It's not just for conceptions

It's great at receptions

Re-assembling vases

Moisturize faces

Caulking your tiles

Whitening smiles

Perfume a diner

Build toys in China

With billions of uses

It always amuses

Who doesn't love sperm?!




Who doesn't love sperm?!

Who doesn't love...



taken from the awesome RICK N STEVE show


Wednesday, November 26, 2008

as sung by noah and the whale

Well I know my death will not come
'Til I breathe all the air out my lungs
'Til my final tune is sung
That all is fleeting
Yeah, but all is good
And my love is my whole being
And I've shared what I could
But if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own
Don't break his heart
Yeah if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own
Don't break his heart

Well my heart is bigger than the earth
And though life is what gave it love first
Life is not all that it's worth
'Cause life is fleeting
Yeah, but I love you
And my love surrounds you like an ether
In everything that you do
But if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own
Don't break his heart
Yeah if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own
Don't break his heart
Yeah if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own
Don't break his heart
Yeah if you give a little love, you can get a little love of your own
Don't break his heart

Well if you are (what you love)
And you do (what you love)
I will always be the sun and moon to you
And if you share (with your heart)
Yeah, you give (with your heart)
What you share with the world is what it keeps of you



Wednesday, October 15, 2008

house cleaning

i decided to clean my closet, stored all these boxes when i moved to this new house. when my dad decided to move in was in the middle of november when life for me was 1000 km/h with school (finals), work (spankys, sigh) and internship interviews and getting ready for my trip to ecuador, didnt really leave that much time to decide there and then, wat should stay and wat should go. so to avoid all that hassle (lol seriously i barely slept those last months lol i sleep all the time in ecuador) i just packed everything and take care of it later.

well fast foward october, i scrutinized wat was in those boxes and of course i stored lots of crap, seriously! so i chuck most of it out (i guess its less for me to travel around when i move out) but i stopped big time when i found the box where i kept my musings, from cards, letters, postits, drawings, arts & crafts, etc, i guess it was my personal box, stuff that other people think would be pointless to hold on too (cinic's?) but to me meant (and still does) a lot to me.

i found bevs fabulous bday cards (so, you wanna make out?), fish's welcome to the old farts club message, jessica's justification why she should write BROW instead of brother, notes from lovers that honestly i took a bit to remember who they were in the first place (thanks myspace), HS sweetheart poems -incredibly corny but i couldnt help but smile (never knew who that secret admirer was in the end), pics from the school era, MN memories and nyc college life and peps in general.- everyone who shares a big part of my gratitude for being in my life and i cannot thank you enough for being there and forming part in my upbringing- because i realized how sheltered i was in ecuador till i literally got pulled out of that orange country state of mind and face the world head on..

so yeah- i guess this is a thanks for everyone. wat started as a big purging of space in my life - made me realized in the end that some stuff, even if it takes some space does have a purpose being there and keeping it there to remind you, you are loved- on some degree or other..

also, alanis played this song at her concert, sounded familiar and darren shed light on the song from pj harvey.. god! i love a great tune and insightful lyrics!

we float
We wanted to find love
We wanted success
Until nothing was enough
Until my middle name was excess
And somehow I lost touch
When you went out of sight
When you got lost into the city
Got lost into the night

I was in need of help
Heading to black out
'Til someone told me run on in honey
Before somebody blows your goddam' brains out
You shop-lifted as a child
I had a model's smile
You carried all my hopes
Until something broke inside

But now we float
Take life as it comes

So will we die of shock?
Die without a trial
Die on Good Friday
While holding each other tight
This is kind of about you
This is kind of about me
We just kind of lost our way
But we were looking to be free

But one day we'll float
Take life as it comes



Tuesday, September 30, 2008

i did a project on this book 2nd semester

a quote still resonates.

"Siddhartha learns that one cannot have pleasure without giving it...Kamala taught him that lovers should not separate from each other after making love without admiring each other. without being conquered as well as conquering, so that no feeling of satiation or desolation arises nor the horrid feeling of misusing or having been misused"

major cleaning my stuff right now..

just thought i keep in touch



Sunday, September 07, 2008

the story so far...

i have been keepin up bloggin but only doing it on myspace! my bad lol heres the sotry so far for those who still visit the blog

07 Sep 2008

fried wontons
Current mood: chill

ive always liked friend wontons..i tend to order then whenever i have Chinese food..i know its bad for u but im a fan of it (gotta have it with that sweet/sour sauce).. but there's also much serving in a plate i always had to have with someone else, u know, to lessen the whole 'bad for u' factor..
but i stopped ordering it for a while now, u couldnt finish an entire order myself and i hate doggy baggin it- not the same taste if u leave it in the fridge..
i havent had a friend wonton plate nor i havent a proper fried wonton partner for a while, in part because i have a grading system when im sharing FW with someone: biting then dipping? dip first? how many dips does it take to finish it? messy? chew hard? practically swallows the wonton? so on so forth
also, im not craving fried wontons right now, but i know that the time will come where im gonna have it like crazy and start my own version of fried wonton tournament where i will judge and see who makes the final cut ..
plus, im trying to eat healthy now.

wow- a blog about well it could be worse, i could be talking about poop..wait if done properly that could be a fairly eloquent post..hmmm?


17 Aug 2008

on the verge of something wonderful
Current mood: artistic

i have a tendency to keep posting lyrics of songs that i like, i think they just resonate when im in a particular frame of mind..

this is the latest.

"On The Verge Of Something Wonderful"

A serpent, a rabbit
A walk in the forest
A tentative looking son
A feeling, a moment
A bursting of bubbles
A panic to overcome

A samurai, an angel
An eloquent table
An AC that does not work
A road trip, a car wreck
A paperback novel
A lover who ain't been hurt

When you let me go
And I'm on my way
When the world below
Is cold and gray

On the verge of
On the verge of something wonderful
A resurgence
On the edge of something wonderful

For it, against it
Said he never meant it
But Harry still dropped the bomb
A trip to, the dentist
The Hollywood blacklist
A moment that time forgot

When you let me go
And I'm on my way
When the world below
Is cold and gray

On the verge of
On the verge of something wonderful
On the edge of
On the verge of something wonderful

You can dance in the devil's shoes
If you like walking in heels
And there's a decent living to be made
In the selling out of ideals
You can lose your way in the big city
Get distracted and lost in being pretty

I want you, I need you
I don't wanna please you
Or belong to anyone
But life is, for leading
For not people pleasing
A race that has never been won

When you let me go
And I'm on my way
When the world below
Is cold and grey

On the verge of
On the verge of something wonderful
On the edge of
On the verge of something wonderful
On the verge of
On the verge of something wonderful
A resurgence
On the edge of something wonderful

10 Aug 2008

Category: Life

there r times where i emotionally shut down, or emotions go crosswired in my system and i react to situation in ways that, when looking back, seem awfully inappropriate.. maybe its lack of being in touch with myself and being able to speak my feelings or watever has been troubling my own being? - in any event, sometimes i do feel that when emotions (good bad or anything) comes in great waves i shut myself off intentionally, i turn the off button and i wait for a bit..waiting to turn the switch back on and organize the mess i left unattended because i couldnt afford myself to look at it the first time around..but sometimes i just leave it off..and i know im oversimplifying this entire process but bare with me

i wanted to jumpstart a strong emotion that would help me realize that i can feel again, i think ive numbed myself silly and i needed anything external that would smack me in the face and tell me, -even if u shut down eric, u can be able to turn on again, no matter wat..i needed a powersurge..i need to know if i can, to know that im not helpless, that i can rewire myself better for the next time..

and out of all the places, i found it- grey's anatomy:Season 2: cant recall the episode number now but will post it later..the episode involved this mom, diagnosed with terminal cancer and her daughter- this bratty girl who doesnt know about her mom, through out the entire episode mom doesnt have the courage to tell her daughter that she wont be around much longer, while the daughter just pouts and complains . well towards the end of the episode (naturally) mom makes her daughter sit down and explains to her the things that her daughter will go through (her first period, living with her untidy aunt,boyfriends,marriage,her future kids) and the daughter at first doesnt realize why is she telling her these things telling her that shes being quite morbid about the whole situation- but then it hits her..

at this point my face is covered in tears..i needed to relieve this pressure inside me, im not saying that i will pull out that episode whenever i need to feel something but i needed to know if i can still feel?- god, this isnt making much sense when i try to explain it, but it does to me so i guess that a good thing, right?



since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other; then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

-e. e. cummings

01 May 2008

Current mood: busy
Category: tired Life

I was born in a rainy burg in
Nottingham in 1975. I passed my
eleven plus and went to girl's
I met my first girlfriend at
school. Her name was Sara. Her
wrists. Her wrists were beautiful.
I sat in biology class staring at
the pickled rabbit fetus while Mr.
Herd said it was an adolescent
phase that people outgrew.
In 1994, I stopped pretending and
took a girl called Christine home
to meet my parents.
A week later I moved to London to
go to college and study drama. My
mother said I broke her heart.
But it was my integrity that was
important. Is that so selfish? It
sells for so little but it's all we
have left in this place...
It is the very last inch of us...
But within that inch we are free.
London. I was happy in London.
I played Dandini in Cinderella.
The world was strange and rustling
with invisible crowds behind the
hot lights and all that breathless
Work improved. I got small film
roles, then bigger ones.
In 2006, I starred in "The Salt
Flats." That's where I met Ruth.
We fell in love.
Every Valentine's Day she sent me
roses and, oh god, we had so much.
Those were the best three years of
my life.
In 2010, they came.
And after that there were no more
Not for anybody.
After the takeover, they started
rounding up the gays. They took
Ruth while she was out looking for
Why are they so frightened of us?
They burned her face with
cigarettes and made her give them
my name. She signed a statement
saying I'd seduced her
I didn't blame her. God, I loved
her but I didn't blame her
But she did.
She killed herself in her cell.
She couldn't live with betraying
me, with giving up that last inch.
Oh, Ruth.
They came for me. They shaved off
my hair. They held my head down a
toilet and told lesbian jokes.
They brought me here and pumped me
full of chemicals.
I can't feel my tongue. I can't
It is strange that my life should
end in such a terrible place but
for three years I had roses and
apologized to nobody.
I shall die here. Every inch of me
shall perish...
Except one.
An inch. It is small and fragile
and it's the only thing in the
world that's worth having.
We must never lose it or sell it or
give it away. We must never let
them take it from us.
I don't know who you are but I hope
you escape this place. I hope that
the world turns and things get
better and that one day people have
roses again.
I don't know who you are but I love
you. I love you.



i remember seeing V for vendetta, saw this particular scene and cried and was scared.


17 Feb 2008

are you a good person?
Current mood: thoughtful
Category: Life

"are you a good person?"

thats what the security guard at the dorm said when i was about to enter the dorms last night. (after a shitty/last shift at spankys)

i stopped dead on my tracks and he conspicuously check my student card to verify its actually me whos in the card. he then handed me my car and ask me.

"are you a good person?"

i didnt know what to answer.

let me repeat that.

i didnt know what to answer.

i just went to a spiral of thoughts.. am i in fact a good person?..i mean im not an evil scientist (but if i had an evil level of intelligence i could consider evil doing as a career choice)..

i mean..what makes someone define themselves as good,isnt it all a matter of perspective?

so, am i a good person?- i dont do good deeds (not that any that i remind of) but i dont go on hurting people, consciously at least..

i do kill bugs that scare me. im jelaous of good design and designers. i hate the process of waking up.or people who wake me up yelling.

im egocentric (or at least theres spikes depending on my mood), i wish ill to some people (hating managers!!!)

sometimes i cant seem to filter what im saying and it may come of assholish, or if i do get to filter my sentence sounds half ass and i sound like i have a mental problem.sigh

so are you a good person? i mean we have the defining bad things in the general moral scope of things.. did u kill, did u do something that hurts someone else intentionally?, did u steal (big stuff,not like hand wipes from spankys*looks away), did you ever lie?, did u not say what youre feeling(under an argument or just withheld from the other person?, did u cheat?..


are you a good person?- is anyone truly a good person?...

i did answer the security guy tho..after a few minutes...

"i dont know- sometimes"

"thats good enough for me son, have a good night"

Monday, July 16, 2007

in the end -scotth matthews

We all bear the scars
Yes, we all fail in love
We all sigh in the dark
Get cut off before we start

And as the first act begins
You realize they're all waiting
For a fall, for a flaw
For the end.

There's a path stained with tears
Could you talk to quiet my fears?
Could pull me aside
Just to acknowledge that I've tried
And as your last breath begins
Contently take it in
Cause we all...get it in...
...the end.

And as your last breath begins
You find your demon's your best friend
And we all...get it in...
...the end.


AWESOME!pride was awesome and summer is passing by real quickly and im resting my head a bit..
waiting for august where all the trips are happening..let u know later for fear of jinxing..
im really just catching up with myself and resting...bought a new game Tomb Raider and enjoying the summer blockbuster movies..last one being Transformers!!!
oh i saw a store that had my name and im gonna sue them!

i felt the summer rain while listening to Hey Man by nelly furtado...nice feelings...


eric r

Friday, June 29, 2007

french and saunders