Posted at 07:25 AM

Sundays are boring. I woke up 2:45 AM, still somewhat distraught by a very disturbing dream about me and my sister. I couldn't even begin to describe the situation we were up against. Basta, it's about the city being attacked by terrorists. That's what happens when i watch too many war movies. Sigh! And so, to my wet nemesis -- the shower. It's raining outside. The sky is still too bleak to decipher from being a purple dusk or an azure dawn. It's still the same thing for me however; the first day of the week, first day to work. I reached the office, my eyes still half-open. " More sleep," uttered in Homer Simpson's lurid voice. I'm now sitting in front of my computer, making clickety-click; trying to make an excuse to look busy. Argh! No calls, still. Darn, day. Let me talk about something else. The reunion last Friday had a slow start but ended with a bang; such that we were bouncing off our seats trying to prevent ourselves from laughing too hard. The class clown, Isko arrived late but it was all worth anticipating his arrival. Para kaming nasa sitcom pag kasama sya. Sayang nga lang at camera shy ang batang ito. Sarap sanang i-video. Topic of the night was "weight". Almost all of them were conscious about gaining weight. Out nanaman ako. Hehehehe! I kept on telling Becky how I reallized just then that her name is such an exquisite experience to utter. Rebecca. Rebecca. Rebecca. What do you think? God, I'm so bored! Found out that Michelle has a blog. It's a good outlet, I told her. Hell, she blogs a lot more than I do. I also have another blog in that host but I spend most of my time here in tabulas 'coz I don't want to fuck around much with html. Prolly why I just write and post after I've set up my blog's template. *Plop* Oops! That was my head bobbing due to sheer boredom. Sorry 'bout that. Feeling a bit beat due to all the activity last Friday and Saturday. Pure Rapture. Starting to feel indifferent about my views on love. I've dug the hole too deep. I'm in a lot of trouble now. *Evil Grin* The god is in a strict diet. Jogging every night around the faithful UP sunken garden. I can only join this clear wonder during Thursdays because I won't have any work the next day. Alas! To dream of seeing this entity by the end of the week is burden to this beating mass.

Winter by Tori Amos

Falling Into Infinity
Posted at 06:59 AM

When I was young, a tree was a tree. But now that I've grown, a tree is no longer a tree.

I've quietly curled myself into a cocoon, dreaming of College and its old glory. I have graduated pre-med 2 years ago and still, the void of possibilities in front of me is still full of its golden infinity. A mote. A lake of silver temptations. A crevice full of sirens singing in between. The tower is too far off; too high, even for my mind's reach. Somehow, I'm still struggling with myself, debating with myself, pondering on which crooked road to take. Even allies who've always been there have been shushed by the pillar of pallor.
"No hints today, my pretty miss."
A frown from a baby doll's face.
"Eeny, minnie, miny, mo.
Touch the tiger by the toe.
If you touch it by the toe, eeny, minnie, miny, mo."
When I was young, a tree was a tree. But now that I've grown, a tree is no longer a tree. It has grown into a bastion of strength, too proud to bow and spread its shade upon seedlings, all too eager to grow up.
** The task is finished. But the cloth is still unravelling. What does the three sisters; Fates, hold for this weary wanderer? **
It's hard when you've already reached the top of the tower, only to reallize that it's too far up to go back. No more stairs to climb, soft clouds already within reach. Do we try to form another thought bubble? Or do we holler for the magic carpet to take us away? Where to, now? ** Graduated College too early. Med Proper sucked. Time for Plan B.

Trial of Tears by Dream Theater

Posted at 10:41 AM

Message In Red:
I won't say anything about your claims. Isinumbong na kita kay Lord. Dearest Fairy,
You don't need to email the things that you've read. Dyan sya masaya, pabayaan na lang natin ang kawawang bata. Hehehe! posers are posers are posers. flattery will get you nowhere, dear.

Sinong Iboboto mo?
Posted at 02:02 PM

Malapit na ang eleksyon. Sino ba talaga ang iboboto ko? Kasagsagan yun ng pangangampanya ng mga mga kandidato. Tulad ng dati, "Roco" ang isinisigaw ng utak ko. Roco. Alyansa ng PAGASA. Responsable at mapagkakatiwalaan. Roco is the wisest choice, ika nga ng iba. Karamihan sa mga bagong botante ay siya rin ang iboboto. Ako naman, "join na rin ang drama". Ngunit habang nalalapit ang araw ng pag-hatol, di pa rin mawaglit sa aking isipan ang mga tanong na nagbabadya ng pagdududa. Naiinis ako! Ano ba ang drama ng matabang mamamang mahilig mag-hawaiian shirt sabay suot ng napaka-kapal na salamin (mukha na nga siyang mad scientist kung hindi lang maayos ang pagkaka-gupit ng kanyang buhok)? Bigla na lamang mag-tutungo ng Estados Unidos upang mag-pagamot ng sakit. Sakit na bigla na lang susulpot na parang kabute sa gitna ng laban. At 'wag ka! Di pa nagtatapos dun! Pagbalik ng malusog na lolo, isa na syang kulubot na kalansay. Ano ba ang nangyayari sa taong ito? If Roco is expecting sympathy votes based solely on the fact that he is not well, he should start brewing another plan, or better yet, pray that all eligible voters temporarily lose their sense and obliviously vote for him instead. Don't get me wrong. I was pro-Roco once even if he has very low winnability but due to current turn of events, he cannot expect that every avid fan would still be vying for him. Whoever wants to vouch for a person running for the chief executive position due to the former's pathetic, poor state, is even more pathetic than the latter. Is Roco really sick or is he dying? He looks his absolute worst, if you've seen him currently on tv. Voting for a dying candidate tantamounts to throwing away a precious vote. Ghost voters might as well use it. Tsk! Why choose the lesser evil when you have a better choice? Filipinos and their melodramas. Tsk! On a lighter side, Baby and I would be working for the elections on Monday. We might not earn 3 G's like the once who are working as third members or poll watchers (we'll be earning half), but at least we don't have to go to the City Hall to surrender election returns (I've been serving for the past 3 elections). We just have to get the tally for each precinct and off we go, to the principal's office (who happens to be my mom -- best teacher I know; got my first grammar lessons from her, mind you *grins from ear to ear*). I would be coming from work that day, so it's like hitting two birds with one stone (so cliche'). Hahaha! I crack myself up. On a more serious note, who would you be voting for? Do you vote for GMA with her traditional charades but promising career? Do you vote for Bro. Eddie with his promise of moral rectitude? Do you vote for Ping with his commanding facade of law and order (vigilante syndrome, very evident)? Or do you vote for the ridiculous and obvious choice of the "masa", FPJ? My Pathology professor is right. The Philippines is indeed for the birds.

Voices
Posted at 10:15 AM

Changes 'Done a lot over the past few weeks. Changed urls, managed my accounts in friendster and myspace, configured shadowness, solved all my cases in csi (the pc game) and had a new haircut. Nothing drastic. Just asked the hairdresser to shape it and add a wisp of bangs. 'Couldn't resist the fad. Hehehe! I just felt I needed some change especially 'coz I got so depressed over 2 things last Wednesday. I just found out that it's hard to communicate with somebody who already has their mind set on things.Oh, well! Patience is my virtue It's a good thing though, no matter how stubborn a person may seem, there is always room for change. I guess, matatanda na nga kami. We no longer get bothered by petty things. *wink* I also found out that privacy issues are much more complicated than what they appear to be. Sigh! I guess, I'm stuck. No worries, though. Good things happen to good people. As for the opposite, you do the math.
Twisting Classic Literature
Baby and I watched the last full show of Van Helsing last night. Whoa!!! Best movie I've seen since The Lord of the Rings Sequel. The special effects were really ... and the stunts were so ... Oh, I won't ruin it for those who still haven't seen the movie. Just watch it 'coz it's a must! It seems that there are a lot of movies coming out, that base their plot on Classic Literature. Take this movie and League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, for example. Nonetheless, they still manage to stick to each character's evident end; which is what I like about these movies. No poetic justice. Just pure realism. Enough for now. I might meet Rida for a little shopping later. We were doing our usual jog last night when Baby and I bumped into her while she was jogging with her own adonis in UP. The kwentuhan was not enough. We have a lot to catch up on. Later!

Rice's Blood Canticle (argh!when will I finish?) Ozzy Osbourne's Voices

Eleksyon, Eleksyon!!!
Posted at 12:34 PM

Here's an argument that has been circulating in our yahoogroups. 'Posting it just so you'd know more about the candidates your vouching for. Have you guys seen the gloria rice advertisement? When I searched the net, i found out that the said rice was being promoted since Feb pa. Hay ang ganda ng timing. At the last week of the campaign period pa talaga in-air ang commercial. You are having more airtime for your campaign without spending any “campaign” funds. Tapos hindi pa sya kasama sa bilang ng minutes allowed for political ads ng isang candidate. Tapos yung philhealth pa e ang tagal na nun bakit ngayon lang pinapamigay. May malaking ad pa sa newspaper yung SSS with her photo kahit na dapat ¼ lang nung page ang allowed for political ad. Hay! Tapos sasabihin nyang hindi nya ginagamit yung public funds sa campaign nya. Hay ulit! Isa pa si mar roxas. Not until ipalabas yung commercial ng DTI (kung saan sya yung secretary before) sino ba ang may idea na mr. palengke yung nickname nya? Tapos yun na nga ginamit nya yung pondo ng DTI to produce such commercials para may recall pagtakbo nya sa senate. Hay ulit! Naninira ba ako ng kandidato? Well, siguro pero I’m just relaying to you the commercials that I see/saw on tv. This btw, was posted by Wanch, a dear friend, back in College. Iba ka talaga Wanch. Hehehe! Like I said, the Philippines is for the birds.

Some People Call It Philippine Elections
Posted at 06:58 AM

And the carnival opens... Welcome avid pixies. The carnival is open, so grab a pen, clear your thoughts, and contemplate on one thing and one thing only --- Sinong Iboboto Mo? Sabado pa lang, inaayos na ng mga chairman, vice chairman at third member ang mga presinto kung saan boboto ang mga tao sa nalalapit na a-diyes. Maging ang aking ina (pinakamasipag na punong-gurong aking nakilala) ay halos hindi mo na makausap sa kanyang pag-intindi sa mga dapat isaalang-alang sa araw ng botohan. Eleksyon nanaman! Malamang, may mga daga na sa dibdib ang mga kandidato. Kabog. Kabog. Tila, iiwanan na ng bait sa kahihintay kung ano ang isisigaw ng "ballot box". Ano kaya ang ginagawa nila ngayon -- ang mga pangunahing tauhan ng kuwento para sa araw na ito. Si Gloria, malamang ay naghahanda na sa pamemeke ng ibang mga balota. "Bakit, palalamang ba ako? Akala nila sila lang ang pwedeng mandaya"? Isang nakakatawang huwahahaha, sabay kamot sa malaking nunal. Pangpasuwerte lang. Si Roco, tahimik na nakahilata sa kanyang munting tahanan. Let the dogs go for the bone. Man has his pineapples, gumamelas and portly self to attend to. Suddenly the smile slowly turns into a frown. "May sakit nga pala ako. Isa akong buhay na kalansay". "Every word is a prejudice," he whispers to himself, quoting the immortal genius, Nietzsche in The Wanderer and His Shadow. Ping is in Chinatown. Eating roast pig with his Chinese comrades. Masaya silang nag-iinuman. An evil grin. "Either way, I've already gotten away with corruption and crime during my previous reign". Wag matakot. Stop kurakot. (Go ahead, and stop me). Sabay hagikgik. Eddie Villanueva is back in the old Luneta. A forgotten place. A place once known for its valor and lore. Now, like all the other beggars asking for alms, the Luneta, like old Eddie, is begging for attention -- an audience, to witness the Philippine's final demise -- religious leaders, running for the chief executive position. But like any eager tourist's attention, the careful gaze is veered towards a more entrancing panorama -- a better choice. Eddie Gil is sulking. He is just sulking. FPJ is in his clever land, enjoying the cushion seat of his throne. Bask in the attention that you are now currently getting. You will always be the king of fools. After my shift this afternoon, I will be meeting my Dark Prince somewhere in the vicinity of the faithful, SM North. We are going to be tally men (if there is such a word). Tally men -- casters of the last stone; relayers of the final insult. Before you vote today, know your candidates. The site also contains a list of all the running candidates for different positions. Create your cheat sheet or make your final decision. Some people call it Philippine Elections. I call it, the greatest show on earth. For You (Tracy Chapman) No words to say No words to convey This feeling inside I have for you Deep in my heart Safe from the guards Of intellect and reason Leaving me at a loss For words to express my feelings Deep in my heart Deep in my heart Look at me losing control Thinking I had a hold But with feelings this strong I'm no longer the master Of my emotions No words to say No words to convey This feeling inside I have for you Deep in my heart Safe from the guards Of intellect and reason Leaving me at a loss For words to express my feelings Deep in my heart Deep in my heart Look at me losing control Thinking I had a hold But with feelings this strong I'm no longer the master Of my emotions No words to say No words to convey This feeling inside I have for you For you For you

The Birth Of Tragedy

The Fight For The Crown
Posted at 10:59 AM

Yup, the fight is over but is the battle won? Here I am in the office. Bored as usual. I've already checked my four accounts in friendster, myspace, my membership in spymac, shadowness, deviantart, and 3 blogs. Man, am I bored or what?! Hehehe! Change topic. My dear cousin just emailed me about the issue that I've been contemplating about for the past week. Definitely, I feel a lot better, a bigger person, after hearing all her encouragement. Thanks, dear

The Birth Of Tragedy by Nietzsche

9 Years
Posted at 09:59 AM

Dearest,
Loving you lights this dimly lit crevice.
Loving you breathes life into this beating mass.
Loving you wields poetry, words could never speak.
Loving you is finding bliss in your smile.
Loving you is an eternity in a single moment.
Loving you satisfies all my yearning.
Loving you makes me oblivious to any other emotion.
Loving you makes me whole.
Loving you completes me.

Posted at 02:47 PM

Do you love online games? Here's a link I frequently access to pass the time when I'm having a mundane experience at work. http://www.ferryhalim.com/orisinal/ Enjoy! Beauty Conceive me as a dream of stone: my breast, where mortals come to grief, is made to prompt all poets' love, mute and noble as matter itself. With snow for flesh, with ice for heart, I sit on high, an unguessed sphinx begrudging acts that alter forms; I never laugh, I never weep. In studious awe the poets brood before my monumental pose aped from the proudest pedestal, and to bind these docile lovers fast I freeze the world in a perfect mirror: The timeless light of my wide eyes. ~Baudelaire

War Of The Gods
Posted at 08:01 AM

Troy
I saw the last full show of Troy last night. Someone who watched the movie with me was really into it. I don't know if it was the fact that he's been keeping himself buff (jogging everyday, no more smokes, just a bottle of beer per special occasion -- am I an angel, or what? ) to ape an Achilles-toned-body, or was it the fact that he just wanted to be be his old sarcastic genius and decline from passing up a chance to retort lines from his clever, clever land. Hahaha! Oh, well. A golden god will always be a golden god. The movie was ok. Although I already knew the hero's inevitable end, I was still impressed and amused by the fight scenes and twists in the story (nope, they didn't stick to the original piece of litt -- still, enjoyable though). The poetry in the script was also beautiful. Not the old english or laliman-na-lang-ang-inggles type of beauty, but ineffable poetry and philosophy in the statements and narration themselves. Nakaka-aliw. Si Orlando Bloom, Legolas pa rin ang dating. 'So funny. I wonder when he'll graduate from pa-pogi roles. Such a waste for talent (he's good in playing pathetic princes like Paris). Pitt, was okay. Cge na nga. Aaminin ko na. He (Pitt) also got me "into it". The actor who played Hector was also good. I remember being a High School Freshie. My D.R. (Developmental Reading) teacher asked us to do a report on Iliad. She asked us to read the whole book and submit a report the following month. Of course, I didn't read the darn thing. I already read Iliad when I was in gradeschool. What's the use of frying my brains again when I could read other works during my free time (Steinbeck, for example). Anyway, the report she wanted, was a monologue, I think; about Andromache and Hector's parting. My mentor maintained that this was the high point in the novel, the climax. Hmmm. Now that I've been brooding about it, the things they teach in High School do make sense, sometimes. In the movie, everything went downhill from there. Even the Trojan Horse did not create anything much to be ecstatic about. Nonetheless, a classic is still a classic. My guitar god swears he's buying a dvd for his collection. Watch the movie, guys. It's still a must see.
Meet The Queen...Again
It seems like gma is already basking in her upcoming proclamation. She's been appearing in television clad in nothing less than Anne Kleine and 14k suits. Look on the bright side, at least there'll be no other reasons for her to say that she was not given enough time to resolve the country's problems. She was interviewed in the last episode of Halalan 2004, and she was beaming with her all-too-plastic smile sans bucktooth that would send Bugs Bunny running to his dentist to get a refund for his augmentation. Argh! You got what you want. Now, there should only be room for better. No more defensive reasons! Just make it work.
Jester Of The Gods
Did you know, Eddie Gil has entered showbizness? And you thought he had no agenda; just plain crazy. Who's Eddie Gil?
The Pantheon
The gods are amuck! FPJ is crying foul and has arranged for a mass to crowd the streets of Ayala days after GMA emanated as the evident winner. He's even cajoling Roco to join in his cause -- to press that there was widespread cheating done during the elections. Bakit, sa kampo mo ba wala? And, as if Roco would join you in that lost cause. FYI, Roco is in the bitter last, according to the polls. Even if you succeed in getting a re-count, it's still evident that Filipinos still haven't learned. A lot of us are still lulled by the jingle of coins in the pocket; the flutter of a wad of bills, fanned in front of our faces; promises, built on the sand, written in thin air. No, there is no hope. Mortal idiots still loom over the miniscule population of the mentally experienced and emotionally prepared. Tsk! I mourn for our country. We will never learn. Someone up there must be smiling and leering. "I'm right. Human. All too human". Elsewhere
I spent the weekend with the bronZed clan. There was no cable. Wahaha @ skycable subscribers ! And when everything was fixed, all they showed on CNN was that of the disrespecting of Iraqi prisoners of war and an equally disorganized election in India. I hope Sonia wins.
Demigod
As Baudelaire would have put it, loving you is freezing time in this perfect mirror.

still the same book

Contemplations
Posted at 08:49 AM

My summer vacation is wilting before my eyes. The last time I went to the beach was that trip to Infanta, Quezon last holy week. I didn't get to soak these fins for more than 10 minutes. I felt bad going for a swim when my kindling was as sick as a pup; idling in the shore, watching, gazing as his playful sprite was carefully picking smooth, colored stones for her collection. Before this month ends, I've promised myself to visit Pangasinan and the quiet abode dear lola contently spends her lurid days. Pilar The surf was a moving panorama. There was a sense of serenity in watching the waves playfully lap at the shore's briny feet. The golden sun god blesses this day. A time for peace. A time for quiet. A time wrapped in a careful motion, offered to no one but herself. She decides to get up and stroll across the sandy talc. She saw a couple basking in the sun. Two withered lovers enjoying their time, sea gulls veering across the bluescape above. She remembers granny; how her pat seemed to soothe her grieving heart; how her whispers of, "it's okay," seemed to say everything that should be said; how her skin felt like paper, so nice to touch; how she weeped with her when Daddy Joe died and there was but the empty Gonzalez clan's house to hush every whimper, every silent lament. "Granny", she silently mouths to herself. Abruptly, her deep contemplation was pierced by an irritating sting on her left big toe. A hermit crab came scampering away but not before making a clicking sound with his tiny little claw; a gesture that seemed to say, "It was I, the small wonder". Ruby slowly dripped from the punctured digit. An intent stare from above. She wiggles the tiny metatarsal and decides to bury the whole foot in the soothing relief called, sand. She burried the scarlet liquid that dipple-dappled from her tiny toe. Bury the pain. Mourn for it in silence and wash it away with the salty water on the shore. The warmth of the atmosphere seemed to embrace her, envelop her gnarled spirit and lull her to sleep.

juggling between A.R. and F.N.'s books For You by Tracy Chapman

Shapeshifter
Posted at 11:25 AM

'Trying out this template. How does it look? I might revert back to my old template. A friend told me that the old (simpler) blog was more dramatic. I'm still trying to configure this one. It doesn't match tabulas' scripting. So, might as well do a new one. Btw, for those wondering why I removed the tagboard, I've configured the settings so that you can post a comment even if you don't have a tabulas account. Rant and Rave. Tell me what you think

Little Lessons
Posted at 12:28 PM

Just a few things I've learned today: 1. It's better to leave a zit as it is. Trying other cosmetic remedies would only aggravate things. 2. Try to post a reserved, serious topic in a forum, and no one will take the time to comment. Post something stupid, like a question from a slam book, and the party will come alive. 3. Juggling between different accounts would keep you busy during a shift. 4. Coffee becomes sour after letting it sit for a while.

Tempest
Posted at 09:01 AM

I've been praying for better skies these past few days. Today, I almost called in sick for work. The sky panorama was dark and bleak. Myriads of liquid melancholy came pouring from her face. The gods are bowling tonight. Zeus, the thunder god did not leave much to be spared. He's been rolling strikes all night, leaving us, poor mortals, to curl up in our beds. No quiet slumber for us tonight. Just blinks and sighs for mere seconds. Yesterday, I spent the rainy afternoon with my dear Endymion. It was such a peaceful sleep. Bedfellows, we were once more. Moments as such would not have made me blase'. I'm too selfish, full of emotional avarice, so much consumed by my own gluttony. There is something about rainy seasons that just makes you want to stay within the comforts of your bed or remain locked in the warm embrace of your loved one. There is something in the whipping winds that makes you want to run to your dearest , to tell on your invisible bully and have him punished for his insolence. How tender it is to feel his lips brush your cheek with soothing kisses that seem to say, "It's alright, I'm here", while you, in your own little world, rejoice in sweet rapture. Bliss. I've been praying for better skies these past few days. Today, I almost called in sick for work, but I did not. There would be other days to build castles in the sand, to see it stand as strong firmaments against the raging sea and whipping winds, to see it being thrashed against the saltwater bed and be one with the sand, and find solace in the thought that castles will be built again.

Harem Scarem's Rain

The Princess And The Pea
Posted at 09:41 AM

Yesterday, was a not-so-mundane Monday. I got 151 messages in one of my community accounts and I'm even being considered Admin Editor for another. Who wouldn't be flattered? Originally, I was applying for an Art Eye Position in Shadowness. It appears that I'm being considered for a different position instead (the former title has already been closed when i tried to submit my application). Being an editor is too "matrabaho". Tsk! I already have my hands full, writing articles in my personal accounts. I just registered with Shadowness a few months back. So I'm still quite new in that community. I'm not expecting anything. Bahala na si Batman! I really wanted the Art Eye Admin Position. Grr! Sayang. About this journal, there's really nothing else I want to modify as of the moment. Configuring a template is too tedious. The html is making me go "bonkers". Ganyan na muna sya! Nakakapagod mag-ayos. (Sorry, Sexy Goddess)
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Isang Mensahe Para sa Prinsipe ng Karagatan

Lunes. Malakas ang ihip ng hangin. Naninigas na ang mga dahon sa lamig; ang damo, nanga-lupaypay na sa putikan. Malakas na malakas ang ulan. Galit na galit si haring bagyo. Hindi na ata makakapasok ang nahihimbing na kagandahan. Titila pa ba ito? Naisip niyang itulog na lamang ang natitirang gabing animo'y di na magwawakas Text. Text. Text. "Papasok pa ba ako? Ang lakas ng ulan dito." Naghintay ng kasagutan. Walang sagot. Bumangon ang mabigat na katawan. Wari'y, ang manipis na balat ay nakadikit na sa malambot na matres. Nagmarka ba ang munting buto sa ilalim ng kutson? Mapulang mga marka. Tingnan mo nga naman, maaaring siya nga ay isang tunay na prinsesa! Tumayo at nag-init ng tubig. Pumasok sa banyo at hinugasan ang anumang bakas ng kahapon. Mabango. Bagong ligo. Amoy pulbos. Isang mensahe mula sa Prinsipe ng karagatan.
"Kung hindi ka papasok, direcho ka na lang dito sa umaga." Tuwang panandalian. Tila ang mensaheng iyon ay may kasabay na pagbabasbas. Tumigil na ang pagtagas ng tubig mula sa butas na yero ng kastilyo. "Tumila na ang ulan. Didiretso na lang ako diyan pagkatapos ng trabaho." Monday seemed to breeze by so fast. Before I knew it, these little toes found their way alongside bigger toes. I was consumed by sleep in seconds after musing with the prince. I often wondered why only with me, does my dark charmer not try to be more vocal about his emotional ardor? I found out the answer to this fleeting question, the following day. Pumipito na ang takure. Mainit. Umuusok. "Pinag-init na pala niya ako ng tubig." May pagkaing nakahain para sa reyna.
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Love is poetry words could never reach. I'll never underestimate your power to charm, ever again. You've ensnared me in your infinite web and I've fallen for that smile for the nth time.

Caught In A Web
Posted at 01:15 PM

Glyphed and I are locked on a debate. And this concerns two dear friends of ours. Help us pass judgment. Do we let love take its course or do we steer the ship and command our own boat? Glyped: Love is like a flower that blooms in the most unaccomodating weather. The more it thrives, the more undeniable its surreal beauty becomes. Love is not a dance, it does not take two to tango. A person can love someone the rest of his or her life but not have the courage to admit it. Let us sit patiently, never passing our judgements, for we are only spectators as these lovers' story unravels before our very eyes Darkwinter: Don't be too self righteous, dear glyphed. nothing really thrives in a destitute environment not unless it has already exhausted itself and turned into the most arid and destitutely grotesque creature it can be. To wait and watch something slowly wither and die tantamounts to letting it die obliviously. The sooner they know this, the better. i'm not cruel. I'm just being realllistic. No one ever became happy by letting fate's hands do its task. Help them make a happy ending out of this tragedy. Everyone wants to be happy here. Adonis, I know you're dying to comment on this. Jagwe, fire away.

Virgin Queen
Posted at 11:42 AM

Sigh! I just finished configuring Adonis' webbie yesterday. You'll find out that it no longer has the all white, virginal background. Hahaha! I de-virginized Adonis' Blog. Hehehe! Promise to finish it by the end of next week, dear. Still yesterday, it was such a pleasant coincidence. I managed to bump into another dear friend -- soaring_angel. It was nice to see you again, Sheryl. It has been such a mundane week, and before my work week ends, fate still manages to dwindle a few surprises. I can't seem to get this song out of my head. Adonis kept singing "sumusunod sa galaw mo, sumusunod" yesterday. Grr! He sang it in medley, rock and in jazz! Aargh! Now I'm having the last song syndrome! Sigh! On the lighter side, I'm saving up for that new phone I wanted. My old phone has been acting up on me for the past few months. I really need to change it. It's been with me for almost 4 years. Sigh! Sulit na sulit. About time I changed phones too. That 6600 is getting cheaper by the month. Ang I want that new Ipod by Mac too. Tsk! It's so hard to earn money these days. Last night Rida sent a message asking me to confirm about that go-C (in model's terms, you go and they see you -- audition po or vtr, whichever term you prefer) for Loreal cut and color. I just had a haircut and I no longer want my hair colored. It's good that I have a regular job now. At least I wouldn't have to be overly excited over a go-C that offers such a meager TF (talent fee, po). Feeling mayaman ang lola mo. Hehehe! Of course, that would still have to depend on the stability of the Philippine economy after the presidential proclamation. Would you believe that there's been several arguments with regards to the flat down rate of P40.00 for riding a cab?! Sheesh! How can you expect the middle class to chip in tab for that fare?! Sigh! Sigh! Sigh! note: The peculiar title is inspired by a nick i've used in mirc 3 years ago and a user name I have in another account. Thought it was cute to use it as a remembrance of adonis' old blog template. Farewell, white ophelia!

Frogs
Posted at 12:52 PM

I'm posting this anecdote someone sent me in deviantart. I don't know what to make of it but it's really inspiring. The characters are cute too. So, go on and kiss the frog. Read. -- A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. When the other frogs saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit with all their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and gave up. He fell down and died. The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out. When he got out, the other frogs said, "Did you not hear us?". The frog explained to them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time. -- note: how was the frog able to hear, "Did you not hear us?", if he was deaf? Just feeling cynical. Hehehe! Oh, well, it's the message that counts.

Foot Fetish
Posted at 08:12 AM

The inevitable has just happened. Officially tomorrow, Monday; the jeepney fare would be P5.50 and the flatdown rate for cabs would be P40.00. O di ba? Talk about scraping the bottom of the pan. Tsk! I went to my dark prince's palace last Thursday. Slept with my woodland god and consumed the rest of the day, exchanging tales of what happened during that whole week. He was still up to his old routine of jogging in UP every night. I seldom join him nowadays. I'd rather doze the rest of the night off and be roused during the most ungodly hours of the night. Groan! That insomnia of his is driving me nuts! Sigh! 6am, I think, was the time I was asked to cook breakfast (which was of course, the peak of my dawn). We slept the rest of the morning. I woke up 2pm, a hungry vampire. A noble hunger met at last its proper food. I woke the sleeping prince 2 hours past. We drove Michelle to meet some friends for dinner afterwhich, the prince accompanied Cinderella to buy a nice pair of stilletos from this Italian shoe salon. Sexy things. Bought a book by Voltaire and Oscar Wilde. I will be reading Dorian Gray for this week while my match would be brooding through the pages of Candide. I went to tutuban yesterday with mom and sis. It was the first time in months that I've bonded with these two, beautiful creatures. Little boy blue did not accompany us in this little journey. He was too gloomy because his mommy decided to spend the rest of the day with her two lovely fairies instead. Tsk! Tsk! Belated Happy Birthday, Lance! Dear mom bought me a wool blanket. Blue's Clues. It's so cute. We went to Quiapo to buy red, ceramic beads and coral cameos. Made myself a pretty necklace last night. It reminds me of the Queen's fanciful passions in Blackwood Farm. Hahaha! I also bought a pair of high heeled slippers from a nice Chinese guy. My sister has this for a comment, "It's so Eric Bana!" Hahaha! Prolly coz it has gold palletes on its straps. It's a thong slipper, btw. I know I'm boring my male readers, so I'll just end this entry by saying, "Love is truly the thing that bonds me and my family." Here's a link to my 2003 summer with the elves. Hehehe! enjoy!

Oscar Wilde's Dorian Gray (such a short read)

Emotional Subtleties...What Have We Lost
Posted at 06:09 AM

I was reading a recent copy of Reader's Digest and there was this article about Asians and their honesty level. There was a list of questions asked to some 60,000, randomly picked Asians (Filipinos included, of course) who were requested to answer. Fleeting questions like, "Would you give back the excess change?" or "Will you tell your supervisor about the merchandise you broke?" are just a few of the queries from the well of enigmas. I tried answering some of the interrogatives only to be frustrated in the end. I wasn't even answering the questions truthfully. It's like one of those quizzes from your Christian Living subject in grade school. Surprisingly, the proportion of Filipinos asked from that lot fared better than me. That goes to show why I was sorted into the Slytherin House by the Sorting Hat and emerged Ping Lacson in that presidential quiz I posted during the elections. Sigh! To err is human. No more for fear of wearying you (or be told, "SHUT UP! You're wasting tax payers' money." --- hehehe!)
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Here's something I got from Summer. A piece she got from Hundun. I found myself being able to relate to this, so I'm posting it right here.

Women are like apples on trees: the best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy....... So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along - the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree. Share this with other women who are good apples - even those who have already been picked! And remember ... Men are like a fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with. There's nothing like empowering words from equally empoweriing women.

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I'm sitting here in the office idling and occasionally browsing through the pages of Oscar Wilde's Dorian. Everyone is going to Club Manila East this week while me and my newest doppelganger, Adonis, would be left here in the office to make clickety-click sounds on our keyboards while trying to mumble moronic embellishments to oblivious wind talkers. Sigh! Sigh! Sigh! Nothing to write about. I need my inspiration, my cathartic furor and usual games. Again, I could feel myself missing the past -- the emotional burdens, going home with a heavy heart, braving the storms, trudging through the muck to rise as victor in the end. I miss my passions. Sigh! Sigh! Sigh! =============================

A question for all the fashionistas out there, before I decide to buy something I'll regret. Turqoise or Ruby? =============================

I was able to talk to Donna on the phone last night. I managed to get ahold of her before she again went alee'. She's been busy campaigning for her "daddy" this last May elections. She was asking why I was not writing anything to publish these days. I was always an active contributor to the Inquirer's Young Blood, its other finicky columns, and Chalk, sometimes. Nowadays, I just bury my head in the daily squabbles of work or mindlessly ramble with Echo and Mr. Click. I'm still waiting for my Ghost Tree to come home to edit and brood over my written compilation. I've paused to contemplate on the good things and decided to stop writing for publications for a while. The book can wait. I'm saying goodbye to scribbling for the odds at the moment. Let me try to write something for myself for a change. I'm on to the second volume by the way, dear fairy. You are deeply missed.

Oscar Wilde's Dorian Gray K's Choice's Everything's For Free