March 27th, 2007
Visible.. I’ve got Four Thousand pesos to survive for two weeks. Such a poor soul.. But if you think an elitist thrives in a call center in which everyone assumes, you’re too poor as well. This company was created for political reasons. We are all but samples of the colorful accomplishments of the city’s head. We are to pick up every minute leftovers from the one who wears the golden cap yet we have to dream on, for us not to vomit violent wastes. I don’t want to feel cramps ’round my tummy. I am through..
Saturday, March 6, 2010
An orange stub for a ticket
February 18th, 2007
She’d felt the shake. Staring ahead, the view was silver and gray as the sun played above. She is unaware of what she could’ve been thinking. I have what I wanted. But her mind was crying out in pain. She sat bewildered and silent, her dainty hands running down the small lump which was building in her stomach. Something is breathing within, it is her life. It helps her, makes her strong. A pact which up to now remains a mystery. Loneliness well-wrapped itself around her. An invisible crown she has on her head but uncertainty discloses her youthfulness. She is yet too young, naive and a liar. Her large eyes sees vagueness. The inner fire unyielding to be set free. I could only watch you from afar, you live just as I live. Sweet talks won’t do you nothing but I am asking you to feel the slap of reality and you have to stand on your ground. Her fingers clawed by her side like knifes. Go on, launch out your fiery existence. It is what makes you sane. This is your given minute of thoughts.
She’d felt the shake. Staring ahead, the view was silver and gray as the sun played above. She is unaware of what she could’ve been thinking. I have what I wanted. But her mind was crying out in pain. She sat bewildered and silent, her dainty hands running down the small lump which was building in her stomach. Something is breathing within, it is her life. It helps her, makes her strong. A pact which up to now remains a mystery. Loneliness well-wrapped itself around her. An invisible crown she has on her head but uncertainty discloses her youthfulness. She is yet too young, naive and a liar. Her large eyes sees vagueness. The inner fire unyielding to be set free. I could only watch you from afar, you live just as I live. Sweet talks won’t do you nothing but I am asking you to feel the slap of reality and you have to stand on your ground. Her fingers clawed by her side like knifes. Go on, launch out your fiery existence. It is what makes you sane. This is your given minute of thoughts.
Orange Circles by my Eyesight
January 7th, 2007
Frolicking the bits of the colds that’s still clinging within me. tap.. tap.. tap..
Scouring the pages for possibilities, I’m sick of living in the odds of uncertainty. I need to make a visible result. Whatever that’s making me weak, it’s never new, I’ve always been a captive of my own hesitations. Tsk.. Tsk.. I’m still a seeker and I don’t know what I’m doing up to now.
Got nothing to do but bury myself under my warmed cheets from the overnight sleep. It’s raining outside anyway, I do have the reason to do it. But when I’m too dragged and lazy, what’s next? Am I just to bat my eyes and watch the gecko slowly crawl above the ceiling? At least, the gecko is finding it’s way out. What am I supposed to do next. Blast these thoughts of being steadied up by what I have right now. On second thought, something caught my attention. Ciao!
Frolicking the bits of the colds that’s still clinging within me. tap.. tap.. tap..
Scouring the pages for possibilities, I’m sick of living in the odds of uncertainty. I need to make a visible result. Whatever that’s making me weak, it’s never new, I’ve always been a captive of my own hesitations. Tsk.. Tsk.. I’m still a seeker and I don’t know what I’m doing up to now.
Got nothing to do but bury myself under my warmed cheets from the overnight sleep. It’s raining outside anyway, I do have the reason to do it. But when I’m too dragged and lazy, what’s next? Am I just to bat my eyes and watch the gecko slowly crawl above the ceiling? At least, the gecko is finding it’s way out. What am I supposed to do next. Blast these thoughts of being steadied up by what I have right now. On second thought, something caught my attention. Ciao!
Fish and Potatoes
October 15th, 2006
Bold red, that’s what I’m feeling right now. Trying to get in touch with myself is my own way of finding peace. You start your day unwary of anything you may have forgotten. Little thoughts of wishing you know how to drive your own car or settling on your back on a hammock, viewing the crystal sea. Tranced by the music you passionately feel for or enducing yourself with heavy massages. At times like this, the light pouring on my left is always my company. Biting off the calloused skin on the side of my fingernail, hearing the light whisper of the wind, telling you it would rain tonight and the neatly tucked linings and sheets of your bed inviting you to lay down for a while.. aahh.. A rest day. The only heavenly time given to you to keep yourself off from work and somehow making you miss the busy days you’ve been used to. This is the time that I’ll have my own sweet time by myself. Blast! Where will I be ten minuted from now? Probably I’ll head down for a cold shower or sulk down and clean my fingernails. Craning my neck, watching Kylie Wong cooking mushrooms in her kitchen. Making my mouth water and wanting to taste the garlic yogurt and the avocado chutney down at Persian Palate but my pockets are emptied by my Antibiotics. It is rather corny to watch The Ring Two when the weather outside is heated on 2 o’clock in the afternoon. Instead, I’ll kill myself by switching the TV Channels from MTV to Channel V to Discovery Travel and Living. I wish I could bring Oscar here or I wish I had my own place so I won’t worry about wishing at all. I’ll just get off the screen right now, and pull out some Buco pie from the fridge and settle outside the bamboo bench.
Bold red, that’s what I’m feeling right now. Trying to get in touch with myself is my own way of finding peace. You start your day unwary of anything you may have forgotten. Little thoughts of wishing you know how to drive your own car or settling on your back on a hammock, viewing the crystal sea. Tranced by the music you passionately feel for or enducing yourself with heavy massages. At times like this, the light pouring on my left is always my company. Biting off the calloused skin on the side of my fingernail, hearing the light whisper of the wind, telling you it would rain tonight and the neatly tucked linings and sheets of your bed inviting you to lay down for a while.. aahh.. A rest day. The only heavenly time given to you to keep yourself off from work and somehow making you miss the busy days you’ve been used to. This is the time that I’ll have my own sweet time by myself. Blast! Where will I be ten minuted from now? Probably I’ll head down for a cold shower or sulk down and clean my fingernails. Craning my neck, watching Kylie Wong cooking mushrooms in her kitchen. Making my mouth water and wanting to taste the garlic yogurt and the avocado chutney down at Persian Palate but my pockets are emptied by my Antibiotics. It is rather corny to watch The Ring Two when the weather outside is heated on 2 o’clock in the afternoon. Instead, I’ll kill myself by switching the TV Channels from MTV to Channel V to Discovery Travel and Living. I wish I could bring Oscar here or I wish I had my own place so I won’t worry about wishing at all. I’ll just get off the screen right now, and pull out some Buco pie from the fridge and settle outside the bamboo bench.
Earth, Teal and Turquoise
October 5th, 2006
I am back..
I have been wringing my fingers clean to keep them from sweating. How glad I was to have seen the grounds of Mis.Or. hehehe… Too much for creating the fantastic plan for a vacation as we were stranded in Camiguin for two days that left me crying tears made of guilt and questions.
I took my first step on the planks of the barge. Never felt nausea and such as we traveled towards the island. Left my eyes wide open as we traversed the turquoise sea. I could still see the wide grins on the faces of Jeff and Mabsy. HuLee and I took turns on looking at each other with excited amusement. We were rich then, as we were granted with earthbound treasures by Sarrah. That was the kick of the plan. Endless pulsating of the drugged minds. Toured the whole place as I’ve endeavored. I was more than happy and free. Tu-a, gabaan! hahaha! Then came "VisMin" and the rest of the typhoons paying their nasty respects to the sea. We can’t go back to the mainland. We are to stay for a couple of days more. Boo-hoo…
I sat bored endlessly at our bed. Peering through the jalousied windows of the hotel we were in. Blast! The trees were everywhere, they were not uprooted or anything but their branches seemed to be sucked towards the sea. I still could feel the raging sea wind trying to pull me as I tried to near the seawall. Nah! Can’t do it so I treaded back to where the guys were chilling, with their hairs billowed. This is the first time I’ve ever felt breakfast-lunch-dinner is existing. Seems like the food is still stuck on my cheek, making me look like a chimp, saving his food for later. My tummy is bloated and my body is sated yet weakened. Crimping on the bills left in our pockets, trying to assure ourselves that we have to leave enough to be able to go home. Encouraging ourselves not to worry about cannot-be-resolved things. I am not complaining, I’d loved all of the time I’ve spent there. Crashing into Jeff’s cousin’s cottage, living our own rendition of being Lost or Cast Away. The place was amazing, It’s like living in a house located nowhere, the beach just a trail away. Black pebbles, shells, sea rocks which had cut my legs and Jeff’s, crazed wind direction, blue-brown waves, the sun - they are still vividly registered in my mind. I do sound like a first timer, because I am.
I’ve let out a smile as I’d stepped out of the barge for the second time. Love you, my sweet.
Whew! All was crazy yet beautiful.
This is yet the best experience of my life — the longest lie I’ve made — the craziest out-of-town destination.
I am back..
I have been wringing my fingers clean to keep them from sweating. How glad I was to have seen the grounds of Mis.Or. hehehe… Too much for creating the fantastic plan for a vacation as we were stranded in Camiguin for two days that left me crying tears made of guilt and questions.
I took my first step on the planks of the barge. Never felt nausea and such as we traveled towards the island. Left my eyes wide open as we traversed the turquoise sea. I could still see the wide grins on the faces of Jeff and Mabsy. HuLee and I took turns on looking at each other with excited amusement. We were rich then, as we were granted with earthbound treasures by Sarrah. That was the kick of the plan. Endless pulsating of the drugged minds. Toured the whole place as I’ve endeavored. I was more than happy and free. Tu-a, gabaan! hahaha! Then came "VisMin" and the rest of the typhoons paying their nasty respects to the sea. We can’t go back to the mainland. We are to stay for a couple of days more. Boo-hoo…
I sat bored endlessly at our bed. Peering through the jalousied windows of the hotel we were in. Blast! The trees were everywhere, they were not uprooted or anything but their branches seemed to be sucked towards the sea. I still could feel the raging sea wind trying to pull me as I tried to near the seawall. Nah! Can’t do it so I treaded back to where the guys were chilling, with their hairs billowed. This is the first time I’ve ever felt breakfast-lunch-dinner is existing. Seems like the food is still stuck on my cheek, making me look like a chimp, saving his food for later. My tummy is bloated and my body is sated yet weakened. Crimping on the bills left in our pockets, trying to assure ourselves that we have to leave enough to be able to go home. Encouraging ourselves not to worry about cannot-be-resolved things. I am not complaining, I’d loved all of the time I’ve spent there. Crashing into Jeff’s cousin’s cottage, living our own rendition of being Lost or Cast Away. The place was amazing, It’s like living in a house located nowhere, the beach just a trail away. Black pebbles, shells, sea rocks which had cut my legs and Jeff’s, crazed wind direction, blue-brown waves, the sun - they are still vividly registered in my mind. I do sound like a first timer, because I am.
I’ve let out a smile as I’d stepped out of the barge for the second time. Love you, my sweet.
Whew! All was crazy yet beautiful.
This is yet the best experience of my life — the longest lie I’ve made — the craziest out-of-town destination.
Wrought-iron and Violet ropes
September 17th, 2006
Blogs. This space was intended for the thoughts of the unperturbed minds. I had a long taLk with gray last night. It sums up that all of our existence sums up into nothingness. NOTHING! life is yes! Our sane minds make up a lot of meanings for a single word. If I’m going to give you the word "cold". What would you think of? Is it the "cold" which is what we feel, what we see or is it just a noun, an adjective or a verb? If we’ll reach the end of ends, we’ll get to know only it’s single meaning and nothing else. Sleep is the smallest form of death, we die a little while we slumber. The death that we know of is being buried six-feet underground. When what we don’t know of, death is nothing. Death is the point where we’ll be able to find the answers of all of our nagging questions. Who is God? Is it really true that Adam and Eve exists? Is one plus one really two? We’ll get all of the answers to these once our body rests in a cold coffin or in a rustic urn. It just takes some time for our autism to separate from our sanity. The mind who talks a lot, who thinks a lot is the introvert, the one who acts along exteriorly, is sober. We are all walking autistic and sane. Trust me, all who walks in the walls of these black-hole formed mass are going to end up being nothing. We’ll have nothing to grieve nor compare about once we’ll see the end. All started from nothing and it will always end up nothing. The one in between are the fictional/nonfictional reactions of the sane.
Blogs. This space was intended for the thoughts of the unperturbed minds. I had a long taLk with gray last night. It sums up that all of our existence sums up into nothingness. NOTHING! life is yes! Our sane minds make up a lot of meanings for a single word. If I’m going to give you the word "cold". What would you think of? Is it the "cold" which is what we feel, what we see or is it just a noun, an adjective or a verb? If we’ll reach the end of ends, we’ll get to know only it’s single meaning and nothing else. Sleep is the smallest form of death, we die a little while we slumber. The death that we know of is being buried six-feet underground. When what we don’t know of, death is nothing. Death is the point where we’ll be able to find the answers of all of our nagging questions. Who is God? Is it really true that Adam and Eve exists? Is one plus one really two? We’ll get all of the answers to these once our body rests in a cold coffin or in a rustic urn. It just takes some time for our autism to separate from our sanity. The mind who talks a lot, who thinks a lot is the introvert, the one who acts along exteriorly, is sober. We are all walking autistic and sane. Trust me, all who walks in the walls of these black-hole formed mass are going to end up being nothing. We’ll have nothing to grieve nor compare about once we’ll see the end. All started from nothing and it will always end up nothing. The one in between are the fictional/nonfictional reactions of the sane.
Newer
September 17th, 2006
Weird.. It bursts out inside you while you sit and just wait for your turn. You are so sensitive in what you unearth.
Feel it.. Move with it.. Beat o n it..
Rough and bold and deep and painFUL - painLESS… Beat with it..
Weird.. It bursts out inside you while you sit and just wait for your turn. You are so sensitive in what you unearth.
Feel it.. Move with it.. Beat o n it..
Rough and bold and deep and painFUL - painLESS… Beat with it..
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