05.26.09 (fucking wasted)

yes, that's about it... i'm totally wasted. i'm pulling a double shift for two consecutive days, plus an additional 8 hours after doing 16 hours on wednesday... i'm seriously hoping i will still be alive and able to go on a roadtrip by thursday morning. i'm going to the boondocks as a treat for myself!

go to baguio and eat at the 50's diner...
go to sagada...
see the banaue rice terraces...
see the hanging coffins...
and probably muster all courage i have to take a dip inside the cave lagoons...

i'm keeping my fingers crossed.

***pictures ripped from this site and this site***

05.22.09 (tsoko.nut)

i can see that this is the most retarded entry i will ever make...

it's my first time at tsoko.nut! ciemps binili ko ung chocolate drink nila kasi dun sila sikat e...


natuwa naman ako, in fairness... actually, the thing that got me going with the group is the aligue pasta. tagal ko na kasi di nakakakain nun e. keri naman cia, pero mas masarap pa rin ung luto ko. ahem!


er, puro pinoy foods ang drama nila. prices are kind of ok, from 70pokels*** up for sandwiches, 99pokels up for pasta and rice meals and 60pokels up for beverages.




baka bumalik ako, pwede din naman hindi. pero malamang babalik ako. may gusto pa akong i-try na iba dun sa menu. ahehe!
um, yun lang... meme naku...

***pokels - currency ng mga beckies

05.21.09 (your lips for chocolates)

once upon a storm,
i thought of you...
... and i swear i saw the sun.

~mila reyes garcia

05.19.09 (literary tattoos)

i'm itching to get a new one...

everything is beautiful and nothing hurt ~kurt vonnegut

so it goes ~kurt vonnegut
i am, i am, i am ~sylvia plath

or i can just have the hymn to isis etched on my back...
whatodowhatodowhatodo?

***all pictures ripped from this site***

05.18.09 (backfire)

oh-khay, i admit. i made a mistake. i went out last weekend with ronnie, karen, mark, jun, grace and rizelle (tama ba?). ate at big buddha and i almost drowned in red iced tea. bummed around time zone waiting for kids to run out of money so we can go inside the videoke room. and finally, watched "angels and demons". after seeing "the da vinci code", i assumed that the next film will suck. i mean, really suck. and then i finally got to see it.


now i am reminded to always make the words coming out of my mouth sweet, just in case i have to take them back. it was gooood... i mean, there are some inconsistensies but if you look at the film alone, it's very impressive. ugh! these things pain me...

or maybe because i've read the novel a couple of years back and that made the film ok for me...

05.16.08 (the perfect wedding song)

if i can't be the flower girl, then i might as well be the wedding singer! hrmpf! so i was looking for the perfect song and i can't find one. i was thinking of "if i am" by ninedays but it is too upbeat. then i thought of "could not ask for more" by edwin mccain but lots of people have used it already. then i decided to check my itunes... i found the pot of gold... i hope the newlyweds like this...



Look After You by The Fray

If I don't say this now I will surely break
As I'm leaving the one I want to take
Forgive the urgency but hurry up and wait
My heart has started to separate

Oh, oh,
Be my baby
Ohhhhh
Oh, oh
Be my baby
I'll look after you

There now, steady love, so few come and don't go
Will you won't you, be the one I'll always know
When I'm losing my control, the city spins around
You're the only one who knows, you slow it down

Oh, oh
Be my baby
Ohhhhhh
Oh, oh
Be my Baby
I'll look after you
And I'll look after you

If ever there was a doubt
My love she leans into me
This most assuredly counts
She says most assuredly

Oh, oh
Be my baby
I'll look after you
After You
Oh, oh
Be my baby
Ohhhhh

It's always have and never hold
You've begun to feel like home
What's mine is yours to leave or take
What's mine is yours to make your own

Oh, oh
Be my baby
Ohhhhh
Oh, oh
Be my baby
I'll look after you

*sighs*

05.15.08 (repost)

making love shouldn't just be confined here...

you: we should create a place of make believe, a place of inner peace and refuge, a place that only we can share

me: like a haven... the island will be lined with trees... and you would make me a hammock. ive always wanted to lie in one

you: as long as we can lie in it together curled up in each others arms and basking in the beauty of life in this enchanted place

me: and we drown in the thought of how this world is so huge and immense and how little we are in the universe

you: but sometimes it is the littlest of things that make the biggest difference in life

me: but the idea of "you and me" can parallel the depth and the width of the universe and we find out that we are not so little after all... and we will make move the tiniest of flowers, the minutest of dust and we change the position of the stars in the universe

you: in this enchanted place of heaven on earth will we be vegatarians and live off the fruits of our harvest in an earthship house

me: and we would learn to nourish back the earth as it nourishes us

you: yes, and multiply the life on our island with the work of our hands

me: and with our palms we knead earth and fire and water and out of nothing we create life

you: do you think that in this place where you only have me you will grow tired of me and lonely for another?

me: no, my heart knows no reprieve

you: we can create life with each minute and hour, bringing existence to the uninhabited portions of the land. it is my hearts deepest desires to sew my seeds in this place to cultivate dreams, to inspire generations

me: to make his story and her story echo to the future...

you: and ring throughout the years

me: that the power of two can outlive civilizations of the old. we too, have survived the cynic times... you move like your fingers turning the pages of an old old book, gentle and quiet. me, looking at you as you absentmindly place your fingers to your lips, wetting it to ease the passing of time

you: enchanted is the path to destiny enlightening the way with each new step along your soft skin like the wind brushing past in a smooth even stroke leaving no part untouched, wetting my lips from the salivation of my tongue as I glare at you with desire

me: and i will love every square-inch of your body, like the water when it encloses me when i decide to drown with you

you: drowning in the sea of passion as the tides of our hormones overflow our senses and bring us to the point of total fantasy

me: and we let the tide overcome us, move us to the abyss... and we are one with the air... we become hollow and we have lost gravity

you: floating together arm and arm seperated from each other only by the confining restrictions of our skin as we explore the depths of our inner existences

me: we find a same soul that binds our bodies to one. and you fill me and i fill you and we are hollow no more. "us" is enough to make up for the emptiness in this world


i wish to make such kind of poetry with you...

05.08.09 (catatonic)

ok, let's start this ranting:

this is the new book i am reading courtesy of jeff. i read perhaps 20-30 pages a day, then my mind goes blank. it's not like i'm reading umberto eco and my mind shuts down because i cant make out his metaphors, but something like every character introduced gets summarily executed, or worse, tortured in various creative manners.

it has a very interesting plot though. the story revolves around rudolf hess, adolf hitler's deputy in the nazi party during world war II and his mysterious flight to scotland in the year 1941. after being detained by the four powers (us, uk, soviet union and france) in berlin's spandau prison for ages, he dies with an electric chord tied around his neck.

in the novel, hess, who was known as prisoner #7 and the last of the prisoners of spandau prison was a double. he left a cryptic letter narrating the events as well as the reason for the trip to scotland and how his confession can change history as we know it.

i am now torn between reading the historical account first so at least i know what happened (this is utterly debatable, of course) and finishing the blasted novel so i can move on with my reading list. decisions, decisions, decisions...

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i finally got to watch x-men origins: wolverine. i liked the action part of it. the effects are totally awesome. but the story was quite boring. i'm not really an avid fan so i haven't read the comics yet but i think marvel could've done better. i especially cringed when logan found kayla dead and the camera zoomed out on him, with him holding the love of his life and screaming at the top of his lungs.

so why did i bother? here's why...

'nuf said...

05.06.09 (of flight and gravity)

if love is a yearning to be like (even to become) the beloved, then hatred, it must be said, can be engendered by the same ambition, when it cannot be fulfilled. ~"satanic verses" by salman rushdie

beloved, we become what we most despise when the love we want can never be ours... we have cursed each other to never find another love like ours. we should let each other go... i thought it was my desire for you that i will grow wings. i never thought i would learn to love gravity more than i did flight.

i may have found someone.
right now, he is my kind of beautiful...

sSshHh...

05.05.09 (missing...)

i was checking my diaries from before... i miss writing for someone so i decided to just post/repost. oh! and no, this is not for you... trust me...

"sun on rock... that's the kiss that never betrays... because it doesn't promise nothing."
"patrick white" by may-brit akerholt

night... freefalling in circle

bitter coffee, honey sugar,
water dense milk,
all gracefully burnt
under a warm fire.

rolled to a sweet kiss,
melted to a lonely tongue
to the grains of your
sandy hair.

i miss you love
and i will kiss you
faithfully.
like the sun on the rock,
from dusk till
dawn.

i miss you love
and the way your
dew drops travel
the dunes of the desert
to touch my lips.

05.04.09 (back to reality)

more on the trip tomorrow... pagod naku e... in the meantime, feast your eyes on this. not from our shots though, ripped it from dannish's page.


i have a shot here sleeping with my book covering my face... hehe!

05.01.09 (birthday bash)

happy 19th birthday to my dear brother. i hope you make a good guitarist/tattoo artist or whatever it is that you want to do...



pfft...