IF I FIND YOU SUBMERGED IN MY INTROSPECTION, IT'S BECAUSE I AM ONE WHO OVERFLOWS WITH IT. MY EXISTENCE IS CAPTIONED BY THIS PREDICAMENT OF A LIFE LARGER THAN THE MARGINS PLACED AROUND ITS EDGES.
MY BITTERSWEET STATEMENTS IN SUPPORT OF THE FREEDOM TO EXPRESS..
I sneer at people who can throw invectives at others without knowing where they are insufficient... Those who rage in anger over things they never understood - like how two strangers connect without spending time to talk..Or why it seemed like they have known each other before?... In the paradigm of sacrifice, I am the one that always needed something to believe in, in all the aspects of my life. To live, to protect my children, to love and fight for others and everything that matters to my existence. I learned, slowly, in the length of time too stretched and far away that hope the same as love is the simplest of word we can think of and give. And ironically, the hardest to get in this world where deceit and betrayal can sometimes disguise themselves as over-bearing. The purity of heart will always remain the wall that shields us. It's certitude.
♥ON BOOK POWER!♥
I love books, I treasure them like my life. I spend thousands of minutes in Powerbooks - reading from prologues to epilogues before paying for them. And it's one freaking habit I carried on to ppl close to me - they're adddicted to it! .
♥MY TAKE ON KIDLAT TAHIMIK AND HIS SUNFLOWER HOUSE!♥
Truthfully,I would celebrate each day I get the chance to meet people who think this way. Kindred ideas of equal mindset... People who idolise Sun Tzu's The Art of War and Coelho's Warrior of the Light...People who can relish every second of conversation with Eric De Guia as he talks about the planks of woods he used to build his atelier on Session Rd..And how art is desecrated by wannabe's.
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♥ON THE SWIFT PASSING OF TIME...♥
Youth is fleeing, temporary. In this life, family & friendships are like the air that I breathe. I feel if you let go of those, just like your youth, everythin will be BLAH. We should keep them - like how you imagine a child holding tightly a lollipop in his hand..
♥WHAT ABOUT THE PALM READER?♥
An old soul, so said by a palm reader. One blink of my eyes would mean a thousand ideas conceived and processed... Do you know what constitutes the basic idea of being a woman of substance? When intelligent conversation matters more than sex itself.. I am starting to patronize that...How many reincarnations ive transcended? Caffeine-freak. Walk into my skin... Soulful.Ethereal.
skin by unriven
inspired by threadless
basecodes mothersound
8.03.2004
WHEN CAN I GET ENOUGH OF THESE CREATIVE SOULS?

In MySpace, I had a lucrative time and chance to be virtually close to these people you'll hardly ever find if you walk on the streets of Quiapo, or Makati, or wherever.
They come to you like a shooting star you see twice or thrice in your lifetime.



MARCO ++THE PLAYER? (hehe)+ EVERYTHIN' IN HIM THAT TRULY MAKES ME SEE ALWAYS THE OTHER SIDE OF THINGS.....


ARNI ++ THE WRITER + HER NEW HAIR + HER MOVIE MARATHON........


BULLET ++THE WRITER+ DRUMMER + HER NAMASTE SPOKEN VERBALLY..........


SPOONMAN ++THE PAINTER/ARTIST + THE SPOON & FORK RAMPAGE......


FELIX ++ THE PHOTOGRAPHER/ARTIST + HIS OTHER FACETS OF LIFE + HIS PERUVIAN BASKET WEAVING + HAVIN' TO TRAVEL FROM MANILA TO L.A. JUST TO HAVE COFFEE......


CHELSEA ++ THE BIGTIME R&B EVENTOLOGIST (haha)+ HANEPH PRODUCTION.....


BENJAMIN ++ THE FILMMAKER/ WRITER/ PHOTOGRAPHER /DOCUMENTARIST + HIS SENSEFUL "LIFE IS...WHICH HAS GREATLY INFLUENCED MY REFORMED VIEW ON LIFE".....

Dying to have that coffee experience, dudes and dudettes.
Let's see if our schedules become orchestrated.
Thanks for the not-so-very-common things I learn from you people everyday.
DIVINE.
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TEMPORARy.

sometimes i had to ask God what is wrong with who i am? and what i am made of?
and i have thousands of answers popping out of my mind...
this mornin' i felt tired and depressed.
i thought i would be able to laugh again today..
but i guess i won't anymore, ever.

sometimes you can't get enough of a person cuz you're thinking any day, any moment, that person would disappear in a snap. and with hardly any memory to be reckoned..
and you were happy for a time cuz the person brought color to your day and you thought there was a friendship brewing..

and one day, just like in the fiction novels. you feel the person drifting away, like you've got
a disease.

but i only want friendship.


2004 Aug. 2
written in shallow pain,
only to find out that he left the cellphone at home...
Grrrrr....bwahaha
imagine how far my imagination can get me?
and sometimes i freaking hate it!
it left marco to be the one laughing yesterday, not moi!
yeah right....
u owe me big time..:)
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A BEAUTIFUL POEM

Woken, I lay in the arms of my own warmth and listened
To a storm enjoying its storminess in the winter dark
Till my ear, as it can when half-asleep or half-sober,
Set to work to unscramble that interjectory uproar,
Construing its airy vowels and watery consonants
Into a love-speach INDICATIVE OF A PROPER NAME.

Scarcely the tongue I should have chosen, yet, as well
As harshness and clumsiness would allow,
IT SPOKE IN YOUR PRAISE,
Kenning YOU A GOD-CHILD OF THE MOON and the West Wind
WITH POWER TO TAME BOTH REAL AND IMAGINARY MONSTERS...
Likening your poise of being to an upland county,
Here green on purpose, there pure blue for luck.

-- W. H. Auden...First Things First

Whooaa! I luvvvvvv this one by W.H. Auden! Aside from his Funeral Blues..
Man, the moment i browsed through it, the first and only person that came to my mind
was mah old friend Ronald - my alter ego, the hero of my passion!
Finally, man, I found your own definition of yourself, written by another person!
With power to tame both real and imaginary monsters...Exactly what Ron is...With his ART , his love for life ,wisdom,and passion...:)
For 14 years, he have been my constant believer. His soul never leaving to remind me everyday of God's gift to me.

I'm copying this so I could post it as a testimonial in your Friendster and Myspace, Ron..haha
Perhaps in the future I could write something with measurement, not just the usual free-verse I write for you.
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NICE SUNDAY EVENING!

Look who I was with last night?!

I had dinner with my American boss Genea and my co- TMs at Infonxx.
Jason, Garret ( Genea's British boyfriend who's also a TM), Mavic, Vida and Jen were present this Sunday evening. Our agenda was just to have FUN and FUN and not think of the RTA, the queue, the PGs and whathaveyou...
Had so many food on the table at Friday's. But that damn Long Island cocktail that Jason had, left a really bad taste in my mouth! Oh well, it was compensated by the yummy Oreo somethin' dessert that Jen and Vida shared with me...
I also bumped into my friends Mitch and Iris who had dinner there.

And because I was late again, coming in at 830pm as opposed to our 730pm date, they tortured me by getting a place in the non-smoking area! Bad asses... I had to endure the 2 hours without any trace of nicotine in my system! Haha.

We went next to Hardrock opposite Friday's so they could play billiards and dance. Garret was the unbeatable champion! Everybody, even expats playing there were amazed at how this guy played it! I can see Genea so happy watchin' him play, and they'd make fun of each other...:)

And Mavic..Mavic!!! She was reeking in alcohol. Drunk that we can't get enough of her verbal diarrhea..Hehe...I was all up the whole night, normal and calm and laughing.
Great night with the guys...We ended in Malate at a club called Arkdia, without any hope of entering a gay bar cuz they're closed at such hour on a Sunday evening. ..

And yup, I had the chance to see Marco in Glorietta. :)
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I AM A COOL MOTHER!


Last Saturday, I took Wam and Roxeanne out with their bestfriends Triccie and Candy.Well, it's a monthly promise I still hold until now so we could catch up on good stuffs outside since I rarely spend quality time with them considering my schedule.
First stop: Dreamtown at Robinson's Place. Mommy, deprived of sleep, had to endure the hyper level 8 noise of the arcade like it's the end of the world. My gawd, when can I ever appreciate the noise of video games, the bump cars, the music of the carousel plus the coin- operated videokes blasting into one full orchestra???Well...as long as I can see them enjoying their temporary freedom running from one end to another without me, I'm cool! :)
I was sitting on one bench in front of the bump car area and I had to struggle in pushing my tears back to my eyes thinking how much funnier it would be if they have their dad playing with them right then..At the back of my mind, I saw his image sitting in between Wam and Roxeanne in the bump car...I was like, "The hell my kids had to be all just with myself when he could take us with him?!" But that is another story, huh.I saw children and families with mom and dad passing by me. I had to bow my head down so all i could just see were hundred of feet walking..feet of complete families walking...:) And there were tears again...Goddamn tears, can't you just go back to where you belong! :-)
Then we ate at Chowking cuz Roxeanne was craving for noodles and Wam missed siomai. :)Nothin phenomenal happening in an afternoon at Chowking, unless you call wanton, kangkong and bagoong as such. I have to skip this..
Last stop: Coffee!!! Coffee!!! Coffee with minors? Isn't it health abuse?My daughters love hangin' out with me at Starbucks. I'd buy them Mocha (how do ya spell it: mocca or mocha? - writer's blank state, once in a while..) Frappe and I, feasting on my all-time favorite Misto (Uhh...my dear Planet Starbucks denizens know what it is..but for those of you caffeine non-enthusiasts, Misto is brewed coffee with steamed milk in layman's jargon. - Layman's Jargon??? Isn't it ironic, huh? hahaha)... We'd talk and laugh and make fun of people passing by.


Last Saturday, we had to endure the small space of Figaro.I had some really cute pictures of them and their friends. I drank coffee while they had all these jelly candies, Dairy Queen Almond Walnut chorvah on the table...Some people would look at us smiling, maybe wondering to themselves that, " Hey, that is a cool mommy! Drinking coffee, taking pics and laughing out loud with pretty kids while she exhales nonstop smoke from her chimney mouth!" hahaha ...But I made sure I was positioned where my smoke would go up opposite their direction! Good.
Nice quality time...We all had smiles on our faces when we went home...I triumphed on my goal for this week with them!And later on, mommy had to go to work like a frozen zombie at RCBC Plaza again because she had no sleep....

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