Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Originally uploaded by dezphaire.
I worked over the weekend.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
maybe a random poem
I'm having this phase again. You know, when you get to thinking if this is what you want with your life. When you're just plain tired. And you trudge. And you can't imagine why the hell you're waking up the next day. And why in the world you're even considering going about that day you've involuntarily woken up into.
That plus none of my doses of happiness (a.k.a. cameras being shipped from the eBay people) have arrived. Sigh. I AM SO FUCKING TIRED. I can't even express how exhausted I am. And that's just after returning from a beached weekend. I wish I never had to go back. I wish the ocean just ate me up. That the sun just burned me to death. I used up the happiness that the beach gave me.
I am working over the weekend. Practically a 14-day work week. Can you imagine that. That's just crazy. I wish I was just some Vanna White person whose job was to flip the letters in some game show. She gets pretty dresses too.
I NEED HAPPINESS!!! Fucker.
Anyway, I decided to open up a random book. Let the random book be a collection of Pablo Neruda's poetry. This is what it told me:
Maybe - though I do not bleed - I am wounded, walking
along one of the rays of your life.
In the middle of the jungle the water stops me,
the rain that falls with its sky.
Then I tough the heart that fell, raining:
there I know it was your eyes
that pierced me, into my grief's vast hinterlands.
And only a shadow's whisper appears,
Who is it? Who is it? But it has no name,
the leaf or dark that patters
in the middle of the jungle, deaf along the paths:
so, my love, I knew that I was wounded,
and no one spoke there except the shadows,
the wandering night, the kiss of the rain.
I don't know what this means now. I'm going to sleep. Goodnight people.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
of bad news and good news
Originally uploaded by dezphaire.
Was at my mom's hometown for the weekend. My uncle was running for mayor. So everyone flew up to rally and support his campaign. He's the outgoing Vice Mayor. Among the candidates, he's the only one with experience in office. And a clean, credible, respectable background. Well, as the circle of hell we call politics would have it, voters were conned, bribed and punched sideways. It's a sad thing that he lost. It's very disappointing. How can you really rise above this kind of corruption, when the majority of the people don't know any better. Or everyone's just scared shitless. Doesn't bring us closer to a "better place" anyhow.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
the craziness will not stop!
This little win will be arriving in 3 weeks. Like yeah, baby!
Now, if only I can distract myself from the pain of waiting.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Philippine Daily Inquirer baybeh!
Congratulations Lomomanila! The team got featured in the Lifestyle section of PDI. Grab your copy now (or read through the online version)! And the best part of it, my photo's on the front page! Shet. I'm giddy like anything. Smiling while walking around here at work. Heck, I've got this wide insane grin as I'm typing right now.
I actually don't know what else to say...
the photo that made the frontpage.
Sometimes bored. Most of the time oddly alive. Phobic of butterflies. Creatively suppressed. Hungry for coffee and shoes. This is my subconscious talking... at times interrupted by my reality.
a nomad in tofu town
chocolates & sapphires
uncontrollable writing urges
lost in the wilderness
chona in the city
what mama jojo says
a jayveebug's life
driver ng bayan
up dharma down
the patient mental
insane adventures of d
alamat ni kuya jeff
welcome to nio
ang juanang kapatid
anino ni abaniko
kapihan ni qroon naomi's leaf who is eyevan?
lessons of knoizki
marlon's twisted list
blog ni skittles
ideal pink rose thoughts & photographs soul^tude the gypsy cat south central jen yuri's flight manual arie's blog v for vina snippets of a wanderer lazarus' thoughts iskoo glances over the fencesitter billiedoux reviews the shoe blog
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea. Swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis. But it's just the price to pay, Destiny is calling me. Open up my eager eyes 'cause I'm Mr. Brightside -- "Mr. Brightside" The Killers
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