Tuesday, the 22nd of September 2009, 4:26 PM, EST
Went to Tops a couple of days ago with Yvainne (She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named ^_^) . I had the time of my life. It was my first time to go there and it blew me away. Yvainne may be a big part of that, but heck, the view more than delivered. Looking at the city down below, I was reminded of the City of Ember, I don't know why. And it didn't matter that I wasn't wearing my glasses at that time which kinda reinforced the effect to dramatic levels. A buzzling, surreal sea of stars.
But the brightest and most captivating of them was seated by my side. Usual with her witty sarcasm and caustic remarks. ^_^ I love it when she does that. I was torn between the glory before me and the beauty beside me, snide remarks and all. But it was worth it. I once again took the four-letter fall. tsk tsk tsk.
Even though place was darn cold. We stayed on, drunk with our desultory but enlightening conversations about life and love. Anything we could lay our minds on. Funny thing is, I think that kept us warm, stoking the fire within us. We stayed there until four in the morning, or else risk the wrath of her mom. So we went home. She got a three-liner from her mom. I dragged myself to sleep, intoxicated with thoughts of her. Ah, Life. :) I dreamt Icarus' dream, but it was on Eros' wings I flew...
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4:55 I'm starin' at her. She could bore a hole in her computer screen by the way she's looking at it. So serious. So lovely... Live files. Drat! ^_^
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Rantsicle 12, Come What May
Wednesday, the 17th of September 2009, 11:51 PM, PST
I suddenly remembered this song from the movie Moulin Rouge: Come What May. I guess I'm so bored with data mining already...Well, whatever, I just like it okay. To all those who hate cheesy stuff, well, here's another one. ^_^ Cheesy Alert, Ishi.
I suddenly remembered this song from the movie Moulin Rouge: Come What May. I guess I'm so bored with data mining already...Well, whatever, I just like it okay. To all those who hate cheesy stuff, well, here's another one. ^_^ Cheesy Alert, Ishi.
Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
I want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I'm loving you more than this
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you until the end of time
Come what may
Come what may
I will love you until my dying day
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you
And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
But I love you until the end of time
Oh, come what may, come what may
I will love you, I will love you
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place...
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Rantsicle 11, To Snookum's Keeper
Tuesday, the 15th of September 2009, 12:37 AM, PST
Ala lang...
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Ala lang...
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
--Lord Byron, She Walks In Beauty
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Rantsicle 10, The Chase Ends
Wednesday, the 9th of September 2009, 9:34 PM, PST
Yeah, Yeah, I know I’ve already invoked my Fifth Amendment, but WTH. That’s over and done for. Time to paint the town red again. Open Season. Drinking Season. Cardinal-sinning Season, here I come. Ha! ^_^
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Just finished Haruki Murakami’s A Wild Sheep Chase this afternoon. The novel was published in 1982 and is the third book in Murakami’s “Trilogy of the Rat.” Man, that man can write. I love the part where he finally gets to meet The Rat (his ghost, that is) in total darkness at this creepy godforsaken place. The conversation that took place could rival the best philosophical discourses ever written. Maybe I exaggerate, but it felt weird, darkly exhilarating. You’d have to read the novel to understand what I mean.
Notable Characters
Yeah, Yeah, I know I’ve already invoked my Fifth Amendment, but WTH. That’s over and done for. Time to paint the town red again. Open Season. Drinking Season. Cardinal-sinning Season, here I come. Ha! ^_^
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Just finished Haruki Murakami’s A Wild Sheep Chase this afternoon. The novel was published in 1982 and is the third book in Murakami’s “Trilogy of the Rat.” Man, that man can write. I love the part where he finally gets to meet The Rat (his ghost, that is) in total darkness at this creepy godforsaken place. The conversation that took place could rival the best philosophical discourses ever written. Maybe I exaggerate, but it felt weird, darkly exhilarating. You’d have to read the novel to understand what I mean.
Notable Characters
The unnamed narrator’s girlfriend who has such exquisite ears that seeing it will make sex a thousand times better. Hmmm, interesting. Ear fetish. Kinky.
A strange sheep-outfitted man who talks in slurs. Somethinghesayswouldlooklikethis. Seewhatimean?
A strange sheep-outfitted man who talks in slurs. Somethinghesayswouldlooklikethis. Seewhatimean?
The Rat. Spoiler Alert so I won't describe him. ^_^
May we all find our "Sheeps."
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Rantsicle 9, Closure: The Beginning of the End
Saturday, the 5th of September 2009, 8:30 PM, PST
I invoke my Fifth Amendment...(",)
I invoke my Fifth Amendment...(",)
Rantsicle 8, Pre-Flatline Rant
Saturday, the 5th of September 2009, 4:40 PM, PST
Today, I make a bitter resolve. I shall not wait for my star to fall down. I shall stake my pseudo-lovelife on the outcome of a dinner. Yes, you heard me right, a dinner. My after-dinner conclusions will determine if that resolve prospers or vanishes into nothingness. Rage I may against the dying of the black sun, but only a fool rejects the truth that's repeatedly slapped to his face.
I am at Wit's End, torn between my endeavoured resolve and the what-ifs of my utopian love-longing. And by now, I surely would have redefined the meaning of cheesiness. ^_^
I make one last stand at Ero's Hall. If i fail, I shall invoke my Fifth Amendment and rest in pieces, until further notice. Whatever. (,")
Today, I make a bitter resolve. I shall not wait for my star to fall down. I shall stake my pseudo-lovelife on the outcome of a dinner. Yes, you heard me right, a dinner. My after-dinner conclusions will determine if that resolve prospers or vanishes into nothingness. Rage I may against the dying of the black sun, but only a fool rejects the truth that's repeatedly slapped to his face.
I am at Wit's End, torn between my endeavoured resolve and the what-ifs of my utopian love-longing. And by now, I surely would have redefined the meaning of cheesiness. ^_^
I make one last stand at Ero's Hall. If i fail, I shall invoke my Fifth Amendment and rest in pieces, until further notice. Whatever. (,")
Friday, September 4, 2009
Rantsicle 7, On Love and Fear
My dark angel she descends
Brooding in the half-light
Angel touching ground, she weeps
Teardrops on dark water, rippling
Her visage moves towards me, omniscient
I who float precariously on Oblivion's shore
Eyes opening, I behold her Magdalene stare
My soul writhes, I start to sink
Half-submerged, my mind in silence screams...
I fell, like poor Icarus once did
Plummeting, drowning in my watery grave
Clinging on Hope's desperate wings, suddenly
I stop, embrace Tranquility's cold arms
Better this death, than life without her black sun.
Brooding in the half-light
Angel touching ground, she weeps
Teardrops on dark water, rippling
Her visage moves towards me, omniscient
I who float precariously on Oblivion's shore
Eyes opening, I behold her Magdalene stare
My soul writhes, I start to sink
Half-submerged, my mind in silence screams...
I fell, like poor Icarus once did
Plummeting, drowning in my watery grave
Clinging on Hope's desperate wings, suddenly
I stop, embrace Tranquility's cold arms
Better this death, than life without her black sun.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Rantsicle 6, Hunger
Wednesday, the 2nd of September 2009, 7:46 PM, PST
I'm hungry. I usually am these days, and that's bad news for my one-pack-soon-to-be-hopefully-six-pack ambition. ^_^ Which I think is not happening anytime soon due to some unforeseen "circumstances."
I don't know why Anne's so bent on feeding me. It's been a week now, she's been bringing me food, home-cooked stuff, my favorites. I'm starting to think maybe I remind her of a Bantay-Bata (feeler...hehe) commercial of some sort. I don't complain though for fear of waking Crouching Tiger, Hidden Foodgiver. Arrrr! :)
The menu for tonight, or what Anne brought, are caldeo, ampalaya omelet, and eggplant adobo. I just died and gone to home-cooking heaven. Four-hour cardio comin' right up. Whew.
Now, I'm really hungry. Still, no file, which...makes me hungrier. WTH, I'll just settle for my one-pack for the time being. I'm going down to buy some rice, four packs of 'em. :)
I'm hungry. I usually am these days, and that's bad news for my one-pack-soon-to-be-hopefully-six-pack ambition. ^_^ Which I think is not happening anytime soon due to some unforeseen "circumstances."
I don't know why Anne's so bent on feeding me. It's been a week now, she's been bringing me food, home-cooked stuff, my favorites. I'm starting to think maybe I remind her of a Bantay-Bata (feeler...hehe) commercial of some sort. I don't complain though for fear of waking Crouching Tiger, Hidden Foodgiver. Arrrr! :)
The menu for tonight, or what Anne brought, are caldeo, ampalaya omelet, and eggplant adobo. I just died and gone to home-cooking heaven. Four-hour cardio comin' right up. Whew.
Now, I'm really hungry. Still, no file, which...makes me hungrier. WTH, I'll just settle for my one-pack for the time being. I'm going down to buy some rice, four packs of 'em. :)
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Rantsicle 5, Silvanas
Tuesday, the 1st of September 2009, 10:17 PM, PST
Funny how Silvanas reminds you of things you've had and lost. It just did to me. MV's cousin, Spring, actually the both of us, went to MV's place and took it. Her place is an apartment, and she's on the 4th floor, staying with other three or four people I think. I didn't go up of course. Fear, embarrassment, I don't know, just didn't feel like it.
So while I'm savoring the rich sweetness of the Silvanas, I was having mixed emotions. Hmmm...how should I define or describe it...ah yes, irony...again. Life really has a funny sense of humor. How could a thing so yummy and sweet have a bittersweet aftertaste? Beats me.
Silvanas, the irony of the gods. If my being human meant losing MV, then so be it. I've come to regret my actions, not because they were human, but because I know I've could have done better yet was unable to do so. I think that didn't come out very well, I think. Lemme try to rephrase that. No, I won't. That's that. I'm tired.
After that fateful cataclysmic night, the 27th, I went back south and confronted my son's mother. I cried in front of her. It was the first time I cried in over five years. I asked her why she cheated on me a few years back. I wasn't trying to sort of rekindle an old flame. I was so hurt, I tried confronting my past, seeking an answer that would somehow explain or ebb the shit I was feeling. She didn't know what to say. I understood. It's time to stop blaming others for my past, for the shit I was carrying up until then. I've decided to accept things as they are and face the reality of what I have become. Not an easy task, but one I am willing to pursue and am intently pursuing. I know time, nature, or perhaps solitude will heal me. I'll just crossing my fingers for now and hope for the best.
The Silvanas reminded me that Life can be beautiful. I realize that it's okay to be human, and to hurt, and to realize that so many people love you, that your happiness never depends on a particular person's view of you, that in the end, what matters is not how people see you, but how you see yourself in the eyes of love. I have forgiven myself and my past. I live one step at a time, relishing the journey more than the destination. I'll drown for the moment but live for the future.
Sic transit gloria mundi...Viva la vida. (^_^)
Funny how Silvanas reminds you of things you've had and lost. It just did to me. MV's cousin, Spring, actually the both of us, went to MV's place and took it. Her place is an apartment, and she's on the 4th floor, staying with other three or four people I think. I didn't go up of course. Fear, embarrassment, I don't know, just didn't feel like it.
So while I'm savoring the rich sweetness of the Silvanas, I was having mixed emotions. Hmmm...how should I define or describe it...ah yes, irony...again. Life really has a funny sense of humor. How could a thing so yummy and sweet have a bittersweet aftertaste? Beats me.
Silvanas, the irony of the gods. If my being human meant losing MV, then so be it. I've come to regret my actions, not because they were human, but because I know I've could have done better yet was unable to do so. I think that didn't come out very well, I think. Lemme try to rephrase that. No, I won't. That's that. I'm tired.
After that fateful cataclysmic night, the 27th, I went back south and confronted my son's mother. I cried in front of her. It was the first time I cried in over five years. I asked her why she cheated on me a few years back. I wasn't trying to sort of rekindle an old flame. I was so hurt, I tried confronting my past, seeking an answer that would somehow explain or ebb the shit I was feeling. She didn't know what to say. I understood. It's time to stop blaming others for my past, for the shit I was carrying up until then. I've decided to accept things as they are and face the reality of what I have become. Not an easy task, but one I am willing to pursue and am intently pursuing. I know time, nature, or perhaps solitude will heal me. I'll just crossing my fingers for now and hope for the best.
The Silvanas reminded me that Life can be beautiful. I realize that it's okay to be human, and to hurt, and to realize that so many people love you, that your happiness never depends on a particular person's view of you, that in the end, what matters is not how people see you, but how you see yourself in the eyes of love. I have forgiven myself and my past. I live one step at a time, relishing the journey more than the destination. I'll drown for the moment but live for the future.
Sic transit gloria mundi...Viva la vida. (^_^)
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Rantsicle 4, 4:27 to Yuma
Saturday the 29th of August 2009, 4:27 PM, PST
Here I go again, waiting for the files I'm gonna be editing for the day. Based on the work assignment Maureen sent me, I've got one practice file and a live one, which means it's gonna be a light load for today. Which is great really, considering there'll be food tonight. I mean, the babbletypes, my coworkers, have planned to have food delivered to the office tonight. Less work, more time for eating.
On my cubicle, or the one I've decide to occupy today, sits several objects: my Marlboro tens, cellphone, sunglasses, a bottle of isopropyl alcohol, and cup noodles. Just my basic office survival kit. I wonder what's the food selection for tonight. I'm not really a pizza fan, and sadly, so many in the office are. Drat and double drat. I hope there'll be the usual home-cooked goodies. They're much cheaper and hopefully spice-laden. Must be famished to talk about food this early. Hmm...Ah yes, lemme just assassinate my cup noodles for a moment. Be back later. (",)
Here I go again, waiting for the files I'm gonna be editing for the day. Based on the work assignment Maureen sent me, I've got one practice file and a live one, which means it's gonna be a light load for today. Which is great really, considering there'll be food tonight. I mean, the babbletypes, my coworkers, have planned to have food delivered to the office tonight. Less work, more time for eating.
On my cubicle, or the one I've decide to occupy today, sits several objects: my Marlboro tens, cellphone, sunglasses, a bottle of isopropyl alcohol, and cup noodles. Just my basic office survival kit. I wonder what's the food selection for tonight. I'm not really a pizza fan, and sadly, so many in the office are. Drat and double drat. I hope there'll be the usual home-cooked goodies. They're much cheaper and hopefully spice-laden. Must be famished to talk about food this early. Hmm...Ah yes, lemme just assassinate my cup noodles for a moment. Be back later. (",)
Friday, August 28, 2009
Rantsicle 3, Requiem
Friday, the 28th of August 2009, 7:53 PM, PST
And it ended just like that, my three-day-old relationship with MV. I guess, the bottomline is you can pin all the blame on me.
For starters, I must admit that I was trying hard, I gave too much too soon, and she wasn't really that into me in the first place. There. The classic, sure-fire recipe for breakups. All the signs were there, but I ignored it.
Ingredient #1: Trying Hard
I, almost to near-obsession, did everything to impress her. At least, everything i thought would make the relationship work at the onset. Funny thing is, all my actions were made honestly and in good faith. I didn't try pretending to be something I'm not. And that's not really saying that much 'cause all those said actions were I think somehow tainted by something, which I don't like to discuss. Let's just say, the results failed to justify the means.
Ingredient #2: Giving Too Much Too Soon
Self-explanatory. And I'm not talking about financial stuff. It could have worked were MV a student seeking tuition funds in exchange for sexual favors, but I'm not into that...for the time being, that is. *wink* Joke! (",)
I did too much too soon. Period. I'll spare you the cheesy details.
Ingredient #3: She Wasn't Really Into Me Initially
This is I think the saddest. most damnedest part. The question then is, why did she say yes to me? Good question, Ken. Keep it up. As I see it, she liked what I represented, but not who I really was which, given the short time that we had together, is obviously impossible on her part to determine. (I think this is fast evolving into a boo-hoo story. Great.)
All things considered, I don't really hate her, and I won't explain all the things that made me use the term hate in the immediate preceding sentence. I just can't blame her. As I've said, blah, blah, blah, Amen. Funny thing is, I truly did love her. At least, I decided to the moment I saw her coming towards me when we first met. I even wanted to introduce her to my family. Weird, huh?
Yes, I was that into her. Call it weird, call it desperate, but WTH, "all thing's are possible in the PGA tour." In the realm of love, anything goes.
Ask me if breaking up with her hurt...NO! By the time, I've written this, I'm so numb, Hannibal would be so proud of me. Yes, it did, darn it. It did. Doc, more morphine please.
I realized that Nietzche was right. I've become a little stronger, denser. :) No use crying over spilt milk. I should seek the source, the "two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies." That wasn't Nietzche, by the way, silly. Solomon, (that's Your Late Majesty to you, please) said or should I say sang that.
Status: MV-free Area. Curiously happy. Open Season. Again.
Thanks, Mai. Truly grateful for your honesty. Carpe Diem.
And it ended just like that, my three-day-old relationship with MV. I guess, the bottomline is you can pin all the blame on me.
For starters, I must admit that I was trying hard, I gave too much too soon, and she wasn't really that into me in the first place. There. The classic, sure-fire recipe for breakups. All the signs were there, but I ignored it.
Ingredient #1: Trying Hard
I, almost to near-obsession, did everything to impress her. At least, everything i thought would make the relationship work at the onset. Funny thing is, all my actions were made honestly and in good faith. I didn't try pretending to be something I'm not. And that's not really saying that much 'cause all those said actions were I think somehow tainted by something, which I don't like to discuss. Let's just say, the results failed to justify the means.
Ingredient #2: Giving Too Much Too Soon
Self-explanatory. And I'm not talking about financial stuff. It could have worked were MV a student seeking tuition funds in exchange for sexual favors, but I'm not into that...for the time being, that is. *wink* Joke! (",)
I did too much too soon. Period. I'll spare you the cheesy details.
Ingredient #3: She Wasn't Really Into Me Initially
This is I think the saddest. most damnedest part. The question then is, why did she say yes to me? Good question, Ken. Keep it up. As I see it, she liked what I represented, but not who I really was which, given the short time that we had together, is obviously impossible on her part to determine. (I think this is fast evolving into a boo-hoo story. Great.)
All things considered, I don't really hate her, and I won't explain all the things that made me use the term hate in the immediate preceding sentence. I just can't blame her. As I've said, blah, blah, blah, Amen. Funny thing is, I truly did love her. At least, I decided to the moment I saw her coming towards me when we first met. I even wanted to introduce her to my family. Weird, huh?
Yes, I was that into her. Call it weird, call it desperate, but WTH, "all thing's are possible in the PGA tour." In the realm of love, anything goes.
Ask me if breaking up with her hurt...NO! By the time, I've written this, I'm so numb, Hannibal would be so proud of me. Yes, it did, darn it. It did. Doc, more morphine please.
I realized that Nietzche was right. I've become a little stronger, denser. :) No use crying over spilt milk. I should seek the source, the "two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies." That wasn't Nietzche, by the way, silly. Solomon, (that's Your Late Majesty to you, please) said or should I say sang that.
Status: MV-free Area. Curiously happy. Open Season. Again.
Thanks, Mai. Truly grateful for your honesty. Carpe Diem.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Rantsicle 2, Irony
Thursday, the 27th of August 2009, 8:07 PM, PST
My life has always been defined by irony. Irony after irony after irony after irony, etc. One stupid irony after another. Kinda makes me realize that after all, despite trying to exist as sanely or intelligently as possible, I may just be stupid after all. Lemme explain...
There could be a very high probability that I may have fallen in love with the wrong person or at the wrong time. Doesn't really matter what the underlying factor(s) is/are. The fact can't be changed. You see, I've decided or I should say committed to love this person (let's just call her MV, shall we?) unconditionally from the time that I first met her, a commitment based on a third-party account of the intended's personality and other traits, which after hearing of those made me decided that she was worth it. Now, the question is, was she worth it? The answer? I don't know. There you go. Another great monument to my life as an NBI, a natural born idiot.
If I were defending my affections for MV in a court of law, my chances of proving the validity and veracity of my affection is nil, zilch, nada. Then why have I deigned to risk such commitment? Another stupid answer is, it's totally beyond me. Was I getting desperate? Maybe. Have I seen something in her nobody else did? Maybe. Aaaah!!!
I don't even know why I'm ranting like this. Maybe it's because it's my friggin blog so I'll rant whatever it is that I want ranted to high heaven. Call this my very own proverbial smashing room. Sick of reading s--- like this? Then scurry the f--- off my blog. Someone says, you sound like your really pissed. You're friggin right I am. *An inhuman scream suddenly escapes the Babbling Glass CR* (No, I'm not typing this in the CR. I went to the CR after my being-pissed admission.)
Ah yes, the irony, where is it? It's...there somewhere, and I'm too embarassed to even admit it. I suddenly hate the Aztecs for some reason.
My life has always been defined by irony. Irony after irony after irony after irony, etc. One stupid irony after another. Kinda makes me realize that after all, despite trying to exist as sanely or intelligently as possible, I may just be stupid after all. Lemme explain...
There could be a very high probability that I may have fallen in love with the wrong person or at the wrong time. Doesn't really matter what the underlying factor(s) is/are. The fact can't be changed. You see, I've decided or I should say committed to love this person (let's just call her MV, shall we?) unconditionally from the time that I first met her, a commitment based on a third-party account of the intended's personality and other traits, which after hearing of those made me decided that she was worth it. Now, the question is, was she worth it? The answer? I don't know. There you go. Another great monument to my life as an NBI, a natural born idiot.
If I were defending my affections for MV in a court of law, my chances of proving the validity and veracity of my affection is nil, zilch, nada. Then why have I deigned to risk such commitment? Another stupid answer is, it's totally beyond me. Was I getting desperate? Maybe. Have I seen something in her nobody else did? Maybe. Aaaah!!!
I don't even know why I'm ranting like this. Maybe it's because it's my friggin blog so I'll rant whatever it is that I want ranted to high heaven. Call this my very own proverbial smashing room. Sick of reading s--- like this? Then scurry the f--- off my blog. Someone says, you sound like your really pissed. You're friggin right I am. *An inhuman scream suddenly escapes the Babbling Glass CR* (No, I'm not typing this in the CR. I went to the CR after my being-pissed admission.)
Ah yes, the irony, where is it? It's...there somewhere, and I'm too embarassed to even admit it. I suddenly hate the Aztecs for some reason.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Rantsicle 1, MV
Wednesday, the 26th of August 2009, 3:40 PM, PST
I'm not really into blogging. This is sort of a sorry attempt to start one. I've decided to make this kinda like May Sinclair's stream-of-consciousness writing, which frankly is just another dead metaphor so to speak. Or this could even be a journal of sorts, documenting certain events in my life, from the mundane to the odd, whatever the case maybe.
Why I've decided to start this voyeuristic endeavour is somewhat beyond me. I hate to think I'm giving in to my voyeuristic tendencies 'cause I'm not sure if I even have one. Suffice it to say I guess that I'm bored, early to work by an hour or two, missing Maiah Viara like hell, and I still don't have a file to work on. In any case, I'm usually early for work. I guess as they say, the early worm becomes a bird, or something akin to that.
So here I am staring at my computer screen for like about 30 seconds already, thinking of so many things to write about but really not knowing where to begin or how to say it. Ah! Writing. And suddenly, epiphany.
I will write to show the world how crazy I am. Well, that's certainly a beginning. Better than nothing I guess. Crazy, hmm...but then again, crazy is very general. I don't wanna run the gamut of the whole crazy universe. A certain woman senator can certainly do that for me. I don't even know why she's still in the Senate, angrily pointing fingers at the upcoming powers that be. Ha! Thinking about the current situation of this country, I'd say my university professor was right. The country is inevitably going to the dogs. Alas! Enough about the country. I could give you so many what's-wrong-in-this-country litanies you'd rather peel potatoes to feed the whole Chinese population...worldwide.
It's 3:59 and still no file. This is gonna be a long wait. I'm really starting to hate coming to work early. All I've been hearing for the past few minutes is the typists' frenzied hammering of their respective computer keyboards, trying to meet their daily quota. Kinda reminds me of a symphony, a percussive one at that. Come to think of it, I haven't really heard an orchestra of just percussive instruments. Well, that's...gonna be boring. Like peeling potatoes to feed China and India during tourist season. (I don't know why I'm sort of obsessed with potatoes lately. Hmm...)
The constant percussive staccato's not so bad really. A fitting backdrop to my hopefully worthwhile endeavour. I'm even half-asleep, just typing with one eye open. Right.
Maiah's gotta be halfway to Dumaguete by now. She boarded a Ceres bus earlier. Ah, Maiah. Ever the Piscean. Imaginative, sensitive, intuitive, idealistic, and escapist. I wonder why, but she reminds me of home and of my late mom, god rest her soul. My mom passed away when I was just five. The only memory of her that I have is, she's buttoning my polo shirt on a Saturday morning in preparation for church worship. Her hands smelled of spices, as she was also cooking something at that time. That's my mom, at least what's left of her. Ah, I miss her. Enough already.
Maiah. I never thought the sentence "Ask me Again." would redefine my life in an instant. Those three words will never be the same for me again. They have become flesh and blood, palpable, concrete, palpitating with Life's energy, a vibrant entity born of hope and sacrifice. It has become synonymous with Fate and Destiny, their three-worded sibling. You will never know the implications of what you have become to me, Viara. Nor will I deign to clothe those implications in words for they have been rendered inadequate. Pisces meets Scorpio.
My shift really begins at 5:00 PM and it's 4:41. A match-made friend texts me. I don't reply. Too late. Status: Maiah-infested Area. (",)
I'm not really into blogging. This is sort of a sorry attempt to start one. I've decided to make this kinda like May Sinclair's stream-of-consciousness writing, which frankly is just another dead metaphor so to speak. Or this could even be a journal of sorts, documenting certain events in my life, from the mundane to the odd, whatever the case maybe.
Why I've decided to start this voyeuristic endeavour is somewhat beyond me. I hate to think I'm giving in to my voyeuristic tendencies 'cause I'm not sure if I even have one. Suffice it to say I guess that I'm bored, early to work by an hour or two, missing Maiah Viara like hell, and I still don't have a file to work on. In any case, I'm usually early for work. I guess as they say, the early worm becomes a bird, or something akin to that.
So here I am staring at my computer screen for like about 30 seconds already, thinking of so many things to write about but really not knowing where to begin or how to say it. Ah! Writing. And suddenly, epiphany.
I will write to show the world how crazy I am. Well, that's certainly a beginning. Better than nothing I guess. Crazy, hmm...but then again, crazy is very general. I don't wanna run the gamut of the whole crazy universe. A certain woman senator can certainly do that for me. I don't even know why she's still in the Senate, angrily pointing fingers at the upcoming powers that be. Ha! Thinking about the current situation of this country, I'd say my university professor was right. The country is inevitably going to the dogs. Alas! Enough about the country. I could give you so many what's-wrong-in-this-country litanies you'd rather peel potatoes to feed the whole Chinese population...worldwide.
It's 3:59 and still no file. This is gonna be a long wait. I'm really starting to hate coming to work early. All I've been hearing for the past few minutes is the typists' frenzied hammering of their respective computer keyboards, trying to meet their daily quota. Kinda reminds me of a symphony, a percussive one at that. Come to think of it, I haven't really heard an orchestra of just percussive instruments. Well, that's...gonna be boring. Like peeling potatoes to feed China and India during tourist season. (I don't know why I'm sort of obsessed with potatoes lately. Hmm...)
The constant percussive staccato's not so bad really. A fitting backdrop to my hopefully worthwhile endeavour. I'm even half-asleep, just typing with one eye open. Right.
Maiah's gotta be halfway to Dumaguete by now. She boarded a Ceres bus earlier. Ah, Maiah. Ever the Piscean. Imaginative, sensitive, intuitive, idealistic, and escapist. I wonder why, but she reminds me of home and of my late mom, god rest her soul. My mom passed away when I was just five. The only memory of her that I have is, she's buttoning my polo shirt on a Saturday morning in preparation for church worship. Her hands smelled of spices, as she was also cooking something at that time. That's my mom, at least what's left of her. Ah, I miss her. Enough already.
Maiah. I never thought the sentence "Ask me Again." would redefine my life in an instant. Those three words will never be the same for me again. They have become flesh and blood, palpable, concrete, palpitating with Life's energy, a vibrant entity born of hope and sacrifice. It has become synonymous with Fate and Destiny, their three-worded sibling. You will never know the implications of what you have become to me, Viara. Nor will I deign to clothe those implications in words for they have been rendered inadequate. Pisces meets Scorpio.
My shift really begins at 5:00 PM and it's 4:41. A match-made friend texts me. I don't reply. Too late. Status: Maiah-infested Area. (",)
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