nothing to talk about. but had time for a banner (layout still sucks though).

it's funny now why i changed it in the first place.

it's time for the present..call the cicadas..

Ode to Enchanted Light
~ Pablo Neruda

Under the trees light
has dropped from the top of the sky,
light
like a green
latticework of branches,
shining
on every leaf,
drifting down like clean
white sand.

A cicada sends
its sawing song
high into the empty air.

The world is
a glass overflowing
with water.

 

Currently reading: john maxwell (hehehhe...self help)

 

 

i got this henna tattoo in my nape over the weekend that i conspicously hid. but still multi-faceted guy found it. no wonder, he looks at everything. i've always wanted a permanent one but i never found a reason compelling enough. albeit temporary, i really liked the look of that japanese character. it's meaning still eludes me though, figuratively.

what an addition to things japanese. those fans and books are catching dust.

maybe i should have chosen my previous boss' wife's work in her calligraphy class. every stroke had so much passion. she said it meant empty. and that it had something to do with heart.

 

 

 

Currently reading: req'd paperback reading fr my boss
Currently feeling: trying to take things as they come 'mode'

 

 

 

 

[ubiztondo sunset]

 

[san juan, la union]

Currently feeling: lazy or tired

"How much more real is this silent land that tells all truths?

How much longer need I be truthful?

 

And once questioned you flinch then furtively flee the confines of my imagination as my breathing unevenly, ungently unmakes you.

 If only you were more than the mist I awaited at twilight to speak your thousand songs;
perhaps then, I could confess my lies."

 --The Sounds I Dream (Isabelita O. Reyes)

 

 

 

postscript: i'm cleaning my desktop alright

when utterly bored i remember my 'baul'. or maybe my spare chest. hahaha. okay, i do. i am bored. so rather than pine away, i have a lot of things that i have been putting off. call me an adrenalin junkie. i will pull things off. that's my mantra talking.

postscript: this baul was made by my lolo sa tuhod. i think it  would make an interesting conversation piece in my 'dream' house. it is with the other branch of the family though. but my nam uncle is willing to part with it if it would be exchanged with something, shall we say more modern..hmmm.

 

haven't written much lately..finding it difficult to organize my thoughts... the same unease when getting stuck in that office email you need to send out anyway but seems to be lacking in substance.

The past weeks i had been through a lot of emotional upheavals, mostly by being rubbed off from the stress of friends and family that i sometimes i found it difficult on getting to wear the many hats that people expect from me. maybe it would have been easier to just catch a plane to batanes..find some century old ivatan house, rent it out for a month, take pictures of the rolling hills and do freelance work to support myself..watch the sunset and dolphins on the side..how bliss..

 

but then in my own world, i'm cruising along, drudgery and all..if anything, these wasted months is not naught..as one thing i learned..or rather being forced to reckon..when to act..and when to pause..that's what give things context

 

 postscript: something got me curious..saw uber smart's blog..nag corny ngay..pero there's some charm in it...no 'hyped for coolness' of sorts..

 

 

 

and so he left without saying why.

 

i can't judge you, i don't know you.

but tears are rolling on my face.

without thought or provacation;

just silent lament

 

i don't know your depths of resilience

or despair.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

whenever we leave something or someone, there is always a level of comfort that we need to give up. for me, it was the 'prestige' of standing last..in the game of tequila, sake and cognac. i was called 'tequila queen' back then and was always proud to say my age out loud..nijusan!!

now gutsy morena is leaving the country and is bent on starting a family. and so we turned nostalgic and decided to go back to baguio where we all met.. we then went to nearby balatoc tourism mines where we got to explore a mine tunnel and walk in our boots as if taking the same steps of the miners in an industry that propelled the growth of baguio in the last hundred years with a hundred more stories to tell. as we took a last look at our chapas and the memory of the 'baritok'...yes, it ain't all dirt...the next day, after getting a sizable chunk of lavache and tarragon at the tomay farms we walked along sesion road..wanting to have a piece of the clouds..

 

 

 

Currently reading: stats..data mining hoping it would make sense..
Currently feeling: curious mode

[sunrise quezon island, 100 is]

mostly been 'watching' obama-clinton and that hilary deathwatch widget. kinda having a crush on barack obama..hahahaha..so bridget jones..i'd imagine i'd be gaining more pounds soon too but i doubt if i'd pick up a stick or drink vodka ALONE.

alcohol is my social alibi. i lose my 'listening skills' though.

quite but not there. as always.

nothing is perfect, isn't it.

but yeah...some do ride the wave.

some.

 

 

postscript: my critic said the shot is so africa daw.some sarcasm there.

Currently feeling: touchd sa grit ng olfrens