just like symbiosis --should be the title of this post, but it would be an understatement. I think.
A couple of friends and i met up last night to watch the indie film, Pisay, which just recently won international awards for asian films. After watching the film and dissecting it's flaws, we agreed to continue sucking out the marrows of life at Quattro, timog.
Last night's discussion was a meteor shower of ideas, subjectively speaking, because I may get whacked-out again by just using the adjective, so much for last night's sophism. I was beaten down by these two urban post-modern philosophers, Gino and Marco, i have to say i felt wrongly placed on parallel universe of aesthetics. Due to being the affirmative on the issue of conformity, just for the sake of verbal opposition, i was butchered by lacking the ability to assert the issues being raised there. It was hellish, and i, knowing resistance is futile, dropped down on both knees, my lightsaber on the floor and faced the innevitable judicial murder of the two jedi master.
Waking up this morning, i feel compelled writing about what happened last night, primarily because i have to secure my acumen on philosophical matters, saving my sanity for my own survival, and of course, testing the phrenic toolbox given by these two masters. So, you see, it's not about battling it out till wit's end, it's the digging and pulling of ideas from ideas both parties benefited from, no matter how brute or compelling the word being thrown out at each other. Just like symbiosis.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Howlin Wolf blues session
I'm having LSS on this one. Thanks to my friend, erwin, for introducing me to the world of blues!
To you my friend, more babes! booze! and blues! If Tat is reading this, it should say, Bonds, books and blues!???
Monday, February 18, 2008
Plugged and pushing it on the web.
I just have to say that the I have been using a s60 3rd generation smart phone in posting entries here in my blog lately. If you would, most of the entries has videos or image on it, for a more appropriate introduction i guess..
Sunday, February 17, 2008
The kibosh of spellingcontest
Went to U.P. last night supposedly to watch friends who will be performing their song, unfortunately, me and a couple of dismayed friends leaved the venue after 5 hours of waiting for them to play.
Gino summed it well when he said, "It's a bitch waiting here for hours, bearing to hear contemptible bands playing. It's a bitch man, it's a bitch."
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Heart's a keyboard-- just keep on typing.
Gino, my kickass! buddy, keep sending me invites into a "goodtime" pre-valentine cowboy parteee! Cheers girls!
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
It's the last day of January, and I feel I should post something for this month. Since I'm too busy to write about something, I will just share an entry from another site which I stumbled upon. By the way, I am now currently a member of these online community of book-lovers, www.goodreads.com, c'mon check it out!
"Once a farmer went to tell the Buddha about his problems. He described his difficulties farming – how either droughts or monsoons complicated his work. He told the Buddha about his wife – how even though he loved her, there were certain things about her he wished to change. Likewise with his children – yes, he loved them, but they weren’t turning out quite the way he wanted. When he was finished, he asked how the Buddha could help him with his problems.
The Buddha replied, “I’m sorry but I can’t help you.”
“What do you mean?” railed the farmer. “You’re supposed to be a great teacher!”
The Buddha replied, “Sir, it’s like this. All human beings have eighty-three problems. It’s a fact of life. Sure, a few problems will go away now and then, but soon enough others will arise. So we’ll always have eighty-three problems.”
The farmer responded indignantly, “Then what’s the good of all your teaching?”
The Buddha said, “My teaching can’t help with the eighty-three problems, but it can help with the eighty-fourth problem.”
What’s that?” asked the farmer.
“The eighty-fourth problem is that we don’t want to have any problems.”"
— The Buddha
"Once a farmer went to tell the Buddha about his problems. He described his difficulties farming – how either droughts or monsoons complicated his work. He told the Buddha about his wife – how even though he loved her, there were certain things about her he wished to change. Likewise with his children – yes, he loved them, but they weren’t turning out quite the way he wanted. When he was finished, he asked how the Buddha could help him with his problems.
The Buddha replied, “I’m sorry but I can’t help you.”
“What do you mean?” railed the farmer. “You’re supposed to be a great teacher!”
The Buddha replied, “Sir, it’s like this. All human beings have eighty-three problems. It’s a fact of life. Sure, a few problems will go away now and then, but soon enough others will arise. So we’ll always have eighty-three problems.”
The farmer responded indignantly, “Then what’s the good of all your teaching?”
The Buddha said, “My teaching can’t help with the eighty-three problems, but it can help with the eighty-fourth problem.”
What’s that?” asked the farmer.
“The eighty-fourth problem is that we don’t want to have any problems.”"
— The Buddha
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Indolence
where are the people?
lamenting heat that sucks all coldness around
hahaha!!!
and then a crackling sound. Sepia-colored afternoon.
a ventilator moves it's head from side to side
as if guarding an invisible enemy,
fiery sultriness
a television tired of running pictures on its screen
toneless, soporific, irksome
an afternoon of silent screams and divestiture of sanity
oh mighty sun, kiss us with your tender punch
wave your compliments on a brumal state
dog days in December
lamenting heat that sucks all coldness around
hahaha!!!
and then a crackling sound. Sepia-colored afternoon.
a ventilator moves it's head from side to side
as if guarding an invisible enemy,
fiery sultriness
a television tired of running pictures on its screen
toneless, soporific, irksome
an afternoon of silent screams and divestiture of sanity
oh mighty sun, kiss us with your tender punch
wave your compliments on a brumal state
dog days in December
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Sweet Ryhthmic Days
I am writing something so you can't hurt me tonight...
First, can you spell JOCUND?
Can you spell it backwards? upside-down?
Can you define it and use it in a sentence?
forcibly inject it into my senses so i may not wallow tonight in DESPONDENCY
so that LACHRYMOSE phantasms would not visit me in my dreams.
can you spell PREDICAMENT?
Can you define it and use it in a sentence?
like love COERCIVELY hanging above your head.
war-thorned memoir of last year's necrosis.
Second, I am JOVIAL about this, yes i am
words spinning endlessly through roots of it's epoch
canned good dreams being sold at a local flea market
insignificant, expired, COLD
Finally, It's GOOD
three days of bearable LIGHTNESS,a bereft poison
strength is a widow hiding in a dark mask
hope is a pigeon, aeronautical, airborne
love is. well. always. love. BLANK.
First, can you spell JOCUND?
Can you spell it backwards? upside-down?
Can you define it and use it in a sentence?
forcibly inject it into my senses so i may not wallow tonight in DESPONDENCY
so that LACHRYMOSE phantasms would not visit me in my dreams.
can you spell PREDICAMENT?
Can you define it and use it in a sentence?
like love COERCIVELY hanging above your head.
war-thorned memoir of last year's necrosis.
Second, I am JOVIAL about this, yes i am
words spinning endlessly through roots of it's epoch
canned good dreams being sold at a local flea market
insignificant, expired, COLD
Finally, It's GOOD
three days of bearable LIGHTNESS,a bereft poison
strength is a widow hiding in a dark mask
hope is a pigeon, aeronautical, airborne
love is. well. always. love. BLANK.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Let's get Fucked up and Die
A very brilliantly written song by Motion City Soundtrack.... dig this one!
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Blur
"Blur"
-from Ecstatic in the Poison by Andrew Hudgins
Storms of perfume lift from honeysuckle,
lilac, clover—and drift across the threshold,
outside reclaiming inside as its home.
Warm days whirl in a bright unnumberable blur,
a cup—a grail brimmed with delirium
and humbling boredom both. I was a boy,
I thought I'd always be a boy, pell—mell,
mean, and gaily murderous one moment
as I decapitated daises with a stick,
then overcome with summer's opium,
numb—slumberous. I thought I'd always be a boy,
each day its own millennium, each
one thousand years of daylight ending in
the night watch, summer's pervigilium,
which I could never keep because by sunset
I was an old man. I was Methuselah,
the oldest man in the holy book. I drowsed.
I nodded, slept—and without my watching, the world,
whose permanence I doubted, returned again,
bluebell and blue jay, speedwell and cardinal
still there when the light swept back,
and so was I, which I had also doubted.
I understood with horror then with joy,
dubious and luminous joy: it simply spins.
It doesn't need my feet to make it turn.
It doesn't even need my eyes to watch it,
and I, though a latecomer to its surface, I'd
be leaving early. It was my duty to stay awake
and sing if I could keep my mind on singing,
not extinction, as blurred green summer, lifted
to its apex, succumbed to gravity and fell
to autumn, Ilium, and ashes. In joy
we are our own uncomprehending mourners,
and more than joy I longed for understanding
and more than understanding I longed for joy.
-from Ecstatic in the Poison by Andrew Hudgins
Storms of perfume lift from honeysuckle,
lilac, clover—and drift across the threshold,
outside reclaiming inside as its home.
Warm days whirl in a bright unnumberable blur,
a cup—a grail brimmed with delirium
and humbling boredom both. I was a boy,
I thought I'd always be a boy, pell—mell,
mean, and gaily murderous one moment
as I decapitated daises with a stick,
then overcome with summer's opium,
numb—slumberous. I thought I'd always be a boy,
each day its own millennium, each
one thousand years of daylight ending in
the night watch, summer's pervigilium,
which I could never keep because by sunset
I was an old man. I was Methuselah,
the oldest man in the holy book. I drowsed.
I nodded, slept—and without my watching, the world,
whose permanence I doubted, returned again,
bluebell and blue jay, speedwell and cardinal
still there when the light swept back,
and so was I, which I had also doubted.
I understood with horror then with joy,
dubious and luminous joy: it simply spins.
It doesn't need my feet to make it turn.
It doesn't even need my eyes to watch it,
and I, though a latecomer to its surface, I'd
be leaving early. It was my duty to stay awake
and sing if I could keep my mind on singing,
not extinction, as blurred green summer, lifted
to its apex, succumbed to gravity and fell
to autumn, Ilium, and ashes. In joy
we are our own uncomprehending mourners,
and more than joy I longed for understanding
and more than understanding I longed for joy.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Let's all start with these piece..
A Song On the End of the World
by Nobel laureate Czeslaw Milosz
Translated by Anthony Milosz
On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.
On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.
And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels' trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.
Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
No other end of the world will there be,
No other end of the world will there be.
by Nobel laureate Czeslaw Milosz
Translated by Anthony Milosz
On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.
On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.
And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels' trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.
Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
No other end of the world will there be,
No other end of the world will there be.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Top 5
I ask a few people around through text their top 5 songs in no particular order. Some didn't reply while some eagerly answered. And here's what i gathered...
from Abby...
1. Irreplaceable
2. Someday
3. Nothings' gonna stop us now - revived by MYMP
4. Faraway -Nickelback
5. Some local song (she forgot the song title and the local artist)
from Marco...
1. Giant Steps
2. Hey It's Me You're Talking To
3. So What
4. Soap O Pera
5. Blue Bossa
from Annix...
1. lovable
2. Stick around
3. Goodman
4. I could not ask for more
5. till they take my heart away
6. no ordinary love
7. i wanna fuck you (yes.. i was also shocked)
(... and yes again, more than 5 daw eh)
from Bertong kulangot...
sorry... di nako nakakapakinig ng radyo ngayon eh, pautang na lang.
..And of course, my top 5 songs for this week, or this month, i dunno, basta this is my top 5 songs. Playlist is courtesy of imeem.com (click play)
from Abby...
1. Irreplaceable
2. Someday
3. Nothings' gonna stop us now - revived by MYMP
4. Faraway -Nickelback
5. Some local song (she forgot the song title and the local artist)
from Marco...
1. Giant Steps
2. Hey It's Me You're Talking To
3. So What
4. Soap O Pera
5. Blue Bossa
from Annix...
1. lovable
2. Stick around
3. Goodman
4. I could not ask for more
5. till they take my heart away
6. no ordinary love
7. i wanna fuck you (yes.. i was also shocked)
(... and yes again, more than 5 daw eh)
from Bertong kulangot...
sorry... di nako nakakapakinig ng radyo ngayon eh, pautang na lang.
..And of course, my top 5 songs for this week, or this month, i dunno, basta this is my top 5 songs. Playlist is courtesy of imeem.com (click play)
Saturday, March 03, 2007
snapped out
Ang Dagat Ng Mga Uwak
Nahihirapan na naman
(ang puso mo)
Naliligaw sa kawalan
At hindi na ikaw
pag bumalik ang kamalayan
sa realidad na dati'y hawak mo
Di na nabuo ang 'yong mundo
napaso sa imahinasyong ginawa mong totoo
Ngayon nahihirapan kang bumalik
sa dati mong tinitingnan
sa dati mong hinahagkan
Bakit ganyan?
Mundo'y paikot-ikot lang
pag ika'y lumabas sa kamalayan
o kay hirap ng balikan
Nakatingin sa ulap
Sa bahag-haring kulay ng 'yong luha
At di mo maabot
Nagtitiis na lang sa tubig na aking
tinutuntungan
O ako'y Dagat
na nabuo sa alat ng 'yong mga tuwa
At ang hangin na ating hinihingahan
ay isa na lamang puntod na inililipad ng
nakaraan
Nahihirapan na naman
(ang puso mo)
Naliligaw sa kawalan
At hindi na ikaw
pag bumalik ang kamalayan
sa realidad na dati'y hawak mo
Di na nabuo ang 'yong mundo
napaso sa imahinasyong ginawa mong totoo
Ngayon nahihirapan kang bumalik
sa dati mong tinitingnan
sa dati mong hinahagkan
Bakit ganyan?
Mundo'y paikot-ikot lang
pag ika'y lumabas sa kamalayan
o kay hirap ng balikan
Nakatingin sa ulap
Sa bahag-haring kulay ng 'yong luha
At di mo maabot
Nagtitiis na lang sa tubig na aking
tinutuntungan
O ako'y Dagat
na nabuo sa alat ng 'yong mga tuwa
At ang hangin na ating hinihingahan
ay isa na lamang puntod na inililipad ng
nakaraan
Sunday, February 18, 2007
The Pursuit of Happyness
"We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same."
-Anne Frank
see the movie... Will Smith rocks!
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Eleksyong tutong
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong gagaguhin lang ang eleksyon.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong walang magbabago sa sistemang iyong ginagalawan.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong marami pa rin ang gutom sa edukasyon at kalinga ng gobyerno .
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong palabas lang ng mayayaman ang eleksyong ito.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong pinapaikot ka lang ng mga pulitiko.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong ang hustisya ay hawak lang ng may kapangyarihan.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong may mga aabuso sa kapangyarihan nila.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong marami ang wala nang makitang pag asa sa bayan na ito.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong tututukan ka lang ng baril sa ulo.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong nag gagamitan lamang ang mga nasa pwesto.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong ngayong oras na ito ay may batang mamatay sa karamdaman dahilan ng mataas na presyo ng gamot.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mo na sa dami ng mga pilipinong boboto ay alam din nila lahat ito.
bakit?
bakit ka boboto?
bakit?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong gagaguhin lang ang eleksyon.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong walang magbabago sa sistemang iyong ginagalawan.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong marami pa rin ang gutom sa edukasyon at kalinga ng gobyerno .
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong palabas lang ng mayayaman ang eleksyong ito.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong pinapaikot ka lang ng mga pulitiko.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong ang hustisya ay hawak lang ng may kapangyarihan.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong may mga aabuso sa kapangyarihan nila.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong marami ang wala nang makitang pag asa sa bayan na ito.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong tututukan ka lang ng baril sa ulo.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong nag gagamitan lamang ang mga nasa pwesto.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mong ngayong oras na ito ay may batang mamatay sa karamdaman dahilan ng mataas na presyo ng gamot.
bakit ka boboto?
bakit ka pa boboto kung alam mo na sa dami ng mga pilipinong boboto ay alam din nila lahat ito.
bakit?
bakit ka boboto?
bakit?
Friday, February 16, 2007
The adventure is about to begin
It is the best and the worst of my seasonal mood disorder. I never thought I could inflict emotional turmoil upon myself. I could change myself into a self-destructing monster and at the same time send bad vibes to others. Change my bodily chemistry into a cancerously damaging cell, to the point that my mind could not take it any longer. A self-infliction of pandemonium. I don’t know how it all started. I have no idea how it came to be. At least now, after the storm (inside my head), I know exactly what I wanted in life.
I cant say I’m already in peace with myself, I’m under post-war period. I just hope this calm will last longer. And no, I’ve taken no drugs, no, no. I wish I could take one though, those anti-depressant pills. And yeah, I’ve also came to a point of committing suicide, but I though, where’s the adventure there? Ending it all. It’s pretty tempting ending your life and see what happens after, discovering the next “world.” Is it also as poisonous as this world? Is it also as conflicting? Is it more peaceful there? But then amidst all the questions clouding your thoughts, something flicker just above your temple. Time. Telling you such a rubbish idea. 1:00 am of February 10th told me, “You are not as smart as you think you are, you are not as pogi as you think you are, sleep now, then tomorrow start sailing, your adventure is about to begin.”
Where to?
As far as my imagination can take me.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Taking each post
close your eyes
oh gently
we'll take on each thoughts slowly
each mem'ries painful paths
we'll be closing each roads
Bury all these woes, oh angel of mine
i'm all here completely
with hands badly shaken
holding you dearly
we'll now take each step
each step closer to forgiveness
though its painful
we know we wont fall tonight
oh angel of mine
burn all the lights
hold on oh so tight
its gonna be a helluva night
stop your tears from falling
else we'll both end up drowning
we should take each stride tonight
shut off the windows
let no one see us grieving
too punishing mem'ries
life made us be
turn off that time
coz tonight its a wretch
in fears of old
unmistakably given
oh angel of mine
burn all the lights
hold on oh so tight
its gonna be a helluva night
oh gently
we'll take on each thoughts slowly
each mem'ries painful paths
we'll be closing each roads
Bury all these woes, oh angel of mine
i'm all here completely
with hands badly shaken
holding you dearly
we'll now take each step
each step closer to forgiveness
though its painful
we know we wont fall tonight
oh angel of mine
burn all the lights
hold on oh so tight
its gonna be a helluva night
stop your tears from falling
else we'll both end up drowning
we should take each stride tonight
shut off the windows
let no one see us grieving
too punishing mem'ries
life made us be
turn off that time
coz tonight its a wretch
in fears of old
unmistakably given
oh angel of mine
burn all the lights
hold on oh so tight
its gonna be a helluva night
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
It's too late to turn your age around.. sulk!
what's brewing?
Matter of fact I am sick today,it occured to me that this sickness of mine only occur between 4 pmtill9 pm, after these gruelling-nerve wrecking-bed tumbling witching hours (tingin ko talaga maynag cursed saken) i'm instantly (like a sudden flick of light on a bulb after 24 hours of brownout) redeemed. Dont ask me. Di ko rin alam kung ano nangyayari saken. Me thinks that I have a busted system or organ or whatever blood-clothing vein inside, and i wouldnt know it since i dont wanna go to a doctor, ugali ko, hayaan na lang, my body will get tired of whatever virus or fix whatever damaged it is inside me (mala-wolverine ako eh hehehe..). Malas talaga. I didnt get the chance to watched X-men 3. I been having a toxic week lately kaya di ako makaalis, even on sundays! yeah, talking about some life huh? but im emotionally, as i can tell, stable nowadays. I'm becoming... the term people used is mature, well, emotionally. Nah..., I dont wanna go into details as to how or why, else, this blog might turn into a blockbuster movie (starred by an actor who is under an illusion that he has talent in acting and who's only capable of posing a "supossedly" charming smile to people around him). I am just stable, steady with everything. I keep time pass me by, the hell I care, I'm steady.
I'm done with this korea-novela frenzy, It's all over the place! Even my friends are watching these dull teleseryes. And what about the local tv series? It SUCKS BIGTIME!!! captain barbell concept sucks! i say bring back the original concept. If you wanna create a teleserye for richard, have a mulawin remake instead! Yeah that's whats brewing!
Fuck! (Fin pala!)
Matter of fact I am sick today,it occured to me that this sickness of mine only occur between 4 pmtill9 pm, after these gruelling-nerve wrecking-bed tumbling witching hours (tingin ko talaga maynag cursed saken) i'm instantly (like a sudden flick of light on a bulb after 24 hours of brownout) redeemed. Dont ask me. Di ko rin alam kung ano nangyayari saken. Me thinks that I have a busted system or organ or whatever blood-clothing vein inside, and i wouldnt know it since i dont wanna go to a doctor, ugali ko, hayaan na lang, my body will get tired of whatever virus or fix whatever damaged it is inside me (mala-wolverine ako eh hehehe..). Malas talaga. I didnt get the chance to watched X-men 3. I been having a toxic week lately kaya di ako makaalis, even on sundays! yeah, talking about some life huh? but im emotionally, as i can tell, stable nowadays. I'm becoming... the term people used is mature, well, emotionally. Nah..., I dont wanna go into details as to how or why, else, this blog might turn into a blockbuster movie (starred by an actor who is under an illusion that he has talent in acting and who's only capable of posing a "supossedly" charming smile to people around him). I am just stable, steady with everything. I keep time pass me by, the hell I care, I'm steady.
I'm done with this korea-novela frenzy, It's all over the place! Even my friends are watching these dull teleseryes. And what about the local tv series? It SUCKS BIGTIME!!! captain barbell concept sucks! i say bring back the original concept. If you wanna create a teleserye for richard, have a mulawin remake instead! Yeah that's whats brewing!
Fuck! (Fin pala!)
Monday, May 29, 2006
you know you are lucky when some mornings the sunrise isn't the prettiest thing you see
kriing! kriing! kriing!
(telepono yan, nag riring)
me: yes?
caller: musta na?
me: ok lang, sino to?
caller: ako, di mo ba ko nabobosesan?
me: hinde, sino nga to?
caller: ako nga! hellow?
me: ahh.. oh baket?
caller: wala lang.. how are you?
me: i'm doing fine naman.. you?
caller: ganun pa rin, wala masyadong changes. ikaw? inconsistent ka pa rin?
me: constantly.
caller: hihihi... umaalis ka pa ba?
me: sometimes. pag may free time.
caller: alis tayo minsan.
me: sige na muna, natatae ako eh.
caller: why are you like that? pag tuwing kausap mo ko natatae ka na lang bigla? mukha ba kong cr?
me: may pagka
(caller hung up)
me: bastos amf!
(suddenly nag ring ulet)
me: yes?
caller: kaw ang bastos!
(hung up ulit)
me: huh?!?
*** this story didnt really happen. wala lang ako magawa and i feel the need to write something here, magtatapos na kase ang month wala pa kong post. hehehe.. dont worry mabait naman ako kausap sa fone.
(telepono yan, nag riring)
me: yes?
caller: musta na?
me: ok lang, sino to?
caller: ako, di mo ba ko nabobosesan?
me: hinde, sino nga to?
caller: ako nga! hellow?
me: ahh.. oh baket?
caller: wala lang.. how are you?
me: i'm doing fine naman.. you?
caller: ganun pa rin, wala masyadong changes. ikaw? inconsistent ka pa rin?
me: constantly.
caller: hihihi... umaalis ka pa ba?
me: sometimes. pag may free time.
caller: alis tayo minsan.
me: sige na muna, natatae ako eh.
caller: why are you like that? pag tuwing kausap mo ko natatae ka na lang bigla? mukha ba kong cr?
me: may pagka
(caller hung up)
me: bastos amf!
(suddenly nag ring ulet)
me: yes?
caller: kaw ang bastos!
(hung up ulit)
me: huh?!?
*** this story didnt really happen. wala lang ako magawa and i feel the need to write something here, magtatapos na kase ang month wala pa kong post. hehehe.. dont worry mabait naman ako kausap sa fone.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
it's all set
i'm tired of singing you love songs
it is such a drag of its becoming
i'm sick of giving sweet nothings
i'm scared of giving in
i'm in pulse of these sapidity
and it's all set
it took me decades to decide
i'm going now
in a pursuit of a dream
you can't follow
your hopes can't follow
you will lose me
i will lose you
and if ever God is watching
ask Him if i'm flying
cos im not
i will be down there throwing stones after stones
to build me a bridge to crossover
oh how i'm so unprepared
it is such a drag of its becoming
i'm sick of giving sweet nothings
i'm scared of giving in
i'm in pulse of these sapidity
and it's all set
it took me decades to decide
i'm going now
in a pursuit of a dream
you can't follow
your hopes can't follow
you will lose me
i will lose you
and if ever God is watching
ask Him if i'm flying
cos im not
i will be down there throwing stones after stones
to build me a bridge to crossover
oh how i'm so unprepared
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