I am Beverly Kho living in North side, Manila.
My name means "Woman from the beaver meadow" which explains why I look like this.
I have once lived with Anne Frank back in the 1930's. I am allergic to powder and as a result, I have never felt non-sticky.
I have my own river named 'Emotion'. I have once felt isolated from this world and tried to fit in with the Egyptians.
If anybody has anymore questions beyond art, music, duplication, relevance, obsessions, literature,
heartbreak, disillusionment, love, death, the future, confusion, delusions, homosexuals, sleep machines,
mundanes, eco-friendly and vegetarians, please don't Google my name or ask your "friend who knows about me".
Call me at your Mom's house, I'll be there having a powder party.
Ok, enough about that. As you can see, this blog is filled with Incubus that's because
I AM a big big fan of them. I look up to them and they serve as my inspiration (Sometimes my distraction. Hi Brandon)
Besides BB and Incubus, I enjoy the sights of...
Oh, and by the way, if your not using Mozilla Firefox, you won't be able to view my posts.
"The world is a drought when out of love
Please come back to us
You're all of the above
I'm making a choice to be out of touch
Leave me be he said, he said, he said,
Leave me here in my stark, raving, sick, sad little world!"
"We're both aligned in framed of mind but circumstance has got us good
And now you’re seeing a side of me I wished no one ever would
Yeah, if it's right to pick a fight, we’re fingers in a sugar bowl
Love isn’t perfect, even diamonds start out as coal"
"Should I apologize
If what I say burns your ears and stains your eyes?
Oh, did I crack your shell?
When it falls away, you'll see we exist as well!"
"I suggest we learn to love ourselves before it's made illegal
When will we learn? When will we change?
Just in time to see it all come down..."
"Was it something I said
Something I read and manifested that's getting you down
Don't you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye
I'd sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried"
"There's something about the look in your eyes
Something I noticed when the light was just right
It reminded me twice that I was alive
And it reminded me that you're so worth the fight"
"Could there be a familiar ring every time I sing about.
Cycle the tears everything in life no doubt I, I.
Reiterate till my jaw is offset,
But I'll say it again anyway,
What you give is what you get!"
"I take a look around; it´s evident the scene has changed.
And there are times when I feel improved, improved upon the past.
Then there are times when I can´t seem to understand at all
and yes it seems as though I´m goin nowhere...
really fucking fast, nowhere fast."
"I'm thinking of my soul severity
And I know everything you hate in me
Fill me up with over-pious badgerate
Throw them up; one of my favorite things"
"I hear you on the radio
You permeate my screen, its' unkind but
If I met you in a scissor fight
I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone"
"Hello!? I'm trying to focus
But my eyes deceive me.
Focus. I'm witnessing history...repeating."
"Picture the scene, where whatever you thought,
would, in the blink of an eye, manifest and become illustrated.
You'd be sure man that every line drawn reflected a life that you loved
not an existence that you hated.
So, must we demonstrate that we can't get it straight?
We've painted a picture, now we're drowning in the paint.
Let's figure out what the fuck it's about,
before the picture we painted chews us up and spits us out."
"There'd be no one to answer to
and complicate our lives,
we could be
the epitome of self sufficience."
"It isn't fair to mention, but it awes the crowd
Your fictional, plastic alibi
So take another hit, steal another line
Did you ever meet a leech who was good at goodbyes?"
"In my fantasy, I’m a Pantomime
I'll just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean
Words are too messy, and it’s way past time
To end in my mouth paint my face white and tried
To reinvent the sea, one wave a time
Speak without my voice and see the world by candlelight"
"I saw you standing in my headlights
I thought I’d run you down for the weight you left on me
Instead I punched rewind, reversed and drove away
And seeing you disappear in my rear view
brought to me the word 'reciprocity'"
"You stare at me like I'm a vitamin.
On the surface you hate,
but you know you need me.
I come dressed as any pill you deem fit.
Whatever helps you swallow the truth
all the more easily"
"My secret arsenal
is an infinite, ageless inkwell
it's a fountian of youth
and a patriot's weapon of choice."
"Enough bowing down to disillusion
Hats off and applause to rogues and evolution
The ripple effect is too good not to mention
If you're not affected, you’re not paying attention
It's too good, it's too good, not to have an effect"
"I see you in line, dragging your feet
you have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege."
"Mend this careless thread, it's gone askew
(Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back and pull it
Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet)"
"I'm at the end of my report again
For those who won't do apathy
You had the perfect opportunity
But plead the fifth and walked away"
"What if I was just dreaming? What if I lived in a pear?
What if I had a mustard drenched cucumber tied to my leg."
"Disconnect and let me drift until my upside down is right side in
Society must let the artist go to wander off into the nebula"
"Two weeks without my lover,
I'm in this boat alone
Floating down a river named Emotion
Will I make it back to shore or drift into the unknown."
"If this is right, I'd rather be wrong.
If this is sight, I'd rather be blind."
"Out of line, and indivisible
A crow left of the murder
Every piece contains a map of it all"
"You came, you saw, you conquered...everyone
And I'm left here guessing
Oh what went wrong"
"Kiss the sand goodbye because
the tide is coming up and in
yeah, water, water, water everywhere
and every chance to sink!"
"High fives to a better judgment
By saying less today, I will gain more
Low twos to you my fickle friend
Who brought the art of silent war"
"Some people fall in love and touch the sky
Some people fall in love and find quicksand
I hover somewhere in between
I can’t make up my mind."
"Wake up everyone
How can you sleep at a time like this
Unless the dreamer is the real you
Listen to your voice
The one that tells you to taste past the tip of your tongue
Leap and the net will appear."
that someday we'll be able to look back
on this together and say
It was for the best and that it
made us stronger today."
"All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if I'll ever see you again."
"He said Hey Sister.
It’s really really nice to meet ya.
I just met this 5 foot 7 guy who’s just my type.
I like the way he’s speaking his confidence is peaking.
Don’t like his baggy jeans but Imma like what’s underneath it.
And no I aint been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits.
First let’s see the west end.
I’ll show you to my bridrens.
I’m likin' this American Boy. American Boy."
"You better think fast, think fast
'Cause you never know what's coming round the bend.
You better not blink, or breathe.
For consequence is a bigger word than you think."
"Put down your hollow tips
And kiss your lover's lips
And know that fate is what you make of it."
"'Cause' what I want
and what I need
is and will always be free."
I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away...
Marry me, Audrey Kawasaki.
We had to make our "Quo Vadis" for our school yearbook. Since everyone is busy, I decided to write my own profile instead of asking someone to write for me, which was the required option.
You have to write it as if it was a third person.
NAME: Beverly Benneth A. Kho
NICKNAME: Bevs / B / Shobe
BIRTHDAY: October 1, 1992
MOTTO: "Every step forward we take intellectually, is followed by four steps backwards via the smear tactics and adolescent back and forth bickering."
PROPHECY: Fashion Designer / Musician / Tourist
Beverly Kho is often called as "B" in school. And no, she did not get that name from the infamous "Gossip Girl". She is a Manila native, a school girl by day and come nightfall she goes back to her world of art, music and fashion.
I shall now recall (for those who desire to know more) a not so brief remembrance of a Beverly Kho...
First, art. She started appreciating art for the last 2-3 years. She have since been scaling up exponentially. In Medium, content and size. As her mind grows, so does her sights on what is possible creatively. This has allowed her to reach into photography, music, literature and lifestyle. All of which are as important as the next. The kinds of art that have stood out to her have never really followed any particular pattern. I guess her eyes and her heart gravitate towards unusual, dark, absurd, sincere and beautiful works. She obsess over line work and flow. She has no formal training. She would very much like to study in an art school (specifically a school named 'Otis' in Los Angeles, California) in the near future and absorb the myriad different techniques she have been missing out on! That being said, she was raised in a creative environment, and that does wonders for a young person's mind.
Second, music. She always had this obsession, as I may mention again, for colorful and big lifestyles. she grew up listening to almost everything she can hear. From sounds of toys scattered around to energy enhancing "Aqua" tunes. From that day on, she had the idea of what 'music' for her is like. It was like a drug. She's always had a hard time in describing her creative style. She finds the same dilemma when asked what type of music she listen to. But if she had to, she would say that she's doing her best to turn her mind inside out and see what it looks like framed. ;)
Her creative process is both complex and simple. It's like trying to describe the sensation of love; one is better suited just experiencing it for oneself. But it becomes simple when she lets go into the process and don't question it so much. In these times, she have learned that just reading and listening to music helps to pass the time before the next creative pulse arises. It's been this way in her life for as long as she can remember.
Third, fashion. Seeing the world of high-class almost invisible women walking with gazillion dollars worth of colored cloth is captivating to an innocent's eye like her's. Making her say, "I wanna do that!" or rephrased as "I am going to do that!". It's like you have an instant feeling of "anxiety" where you just want to forward time and go straight to your future. Assuring that she is going to be what she wants to be in the future! I believe that she has the ability to become a successful fashion designer.
She likes to allow any and all influence into her world. Cultural or geographic. Political, or emotional. As far as she is concerned, anything is game. She finds that large parts of her interests are observational in the sense that she is merely living as she chose and the art, in whatever form it takes, is the unconscious filter of her experience.
I am deeply sorry for overusing you and your good friend, thesaurus. I didn't mean to stress you so much. :( You still make my life easier. Thank you.
Sunday, March 8, 2009 ' 4:23 PM
I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away...
Omg. omg. omg. omg! I can't believe it's been actually 1 year already! Ok, sorry, I just turned into a stupid blonde girl.
Today is March 8, 2009. About a year ago (March 8, 2008), I just experienced the most surreal thing in my life. Seeing Brandon Boyd and the rest of Incubus (Well, except for Ben and Kilmore) meters away from me. Words couldn't explain what I felt. It's emotions that I've never felt before! It was SUPER. Only me, myself, and I could understand what I really felt right in that moment.
Have no clue on what I'm talking about? Click here (Refer to March 8, 2008 post)The whole story is in that link. No need to repeat it here. :)
Ay...that day was the start of delusional-me. Okay, I was delusional even before that day but my disease got even worse after. It turned into an extreme mental illness. Haha.As shallow as this sounds, my life was pretty much evolved around Incubus. I got inspiration and their songs somehow made me a better person. It guided me through life. Ok, enough. I have lessened my obsession and I'm trying to focus on other things right now. I still love you, B. Hahaha.
Some recent stuff I found! (Pictures are arranged from oldest to recent) All pictures of Brandon since March 8th is OUR day and Incubus day is March 9th. Haha.
Darn. Lucky punks.
At the Venice originals skateboard shop with Perry Ferrell and some unknown girl
Getting a new do at Barracuda Hair in La, Cali
At the debut of the Witches Fall 2009 collection at the Chateau Marmont with Designers Lauren Alexander and Gabby Applegate
Jesse's Story Movie Premier Jesse Billauer's 30th Birthday Party Hollywood, California February 24, 2009 And yes, that's Ben Harper right there!
B and Baelyn This pic saddens me. :(
Here are some mis-seen pictures during our quest of stalking Brandon Boyd and Incubus, March 8, 2008. Got this from Mara's Facebook.
Crowne Plaza hotel ...where the 'magic' happened. Haha!
Exact spot where B and the gang exited. Exact spot where I shouted their names. Exact spot where I peeked through those blinds. Exact spot where I had shivers down my spine.
More like "Bar One is closed for an Exclusive Function... ...THAT HAS CHANGED SOMEONE'S LIFE AND IS NOW SUFFERING FROM MENTAL ILLNESS. Hahaha!
I love you, B. Shit, there I go again! Oh well...
Thursday, March 5, 2009 ' 3:48 PM
I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away...
I promised to post about Prom and my first ever Status yardsale. Prom was a big BLAH. It was hell boring. I just made the most out of it since I know it will be my last ever. Our prom was held last Feb.14 at Shangrila hotel. I've always wished of a FUN foreign style prom. You know, where kids get to organize their prom, get to dress WHATEVER they like, no fun-sucking people. I love everything about foreign proms. Well, except for the obliged-to-lose-virginity-on-prom-night thing. Just not that please. Ok, I sound like our prom was the worst of worst. It's not. It's just a biiig BLAH. That's all. :) Favorite part: Leaving. Oh, and my gown.
After prom, Reba, Louie, Bea, Hen, Patti and Lauren rode with me going to my condo. They were planning to party but they failed. It was 1 am and it was creepy walking around streets of Fort. There were men putting their windshields down and whistling. It was creepy. Good thing I didn't join them. Patti and Reba got back and Bea and Louie went back to their hotel room in Shangrila. Lauren was with his boy toy. Or should I say its the other way around hm? Haha. She slept over with us after. We ended up having a slumber party instead of a wild night of pure partying. Haha!
The day after, Me, Reb, Pat, and Lau went to Serendra to kill time for the Yardsale later.