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...

05.04.09 (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!

04.19.09 (lazy sunday)

oh-kay, i missed one day... but at least i intended to write so...

anyway, because i was frustrated for not being able to go to penguin, i had to drag ronnie to a bar, any bar.
for some reason, i just wanted to drink. he asked his friend and an aquaintance of mine, jun to join us, as well as his "kambal" mark whom i've only met on multiply.


the result? one fun fun fun night.
i got to eat frog's legs for the first time. and like what others say, yeah, it tastes pretty much like chicken...
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oh... and i got to finish one book... not the great literature i have in mind but i'm desperate to get my reading back on track. *tap at the back*

04.18.09 (sarsa platoon)

*updated*

"knowing" did not push through and so did the trip to penguin gallery. but i got to watch this...rock and roll, yeah!

thanks to clang for the tickets. i got to be with hinlalato for the nth time. the next time i get to be with you guys, you have to explain that i am your sister from another mother.
i'm posting this for the sake of posting... i'm way too hungry post the pictures but i will do that soon...


just a few comments:

the blues/rock and roll band was great. it would have been greater if the mic actually worked.

cynthia alexander and nyco maka rock! i'm proud that you guys will be representing philippines at the jack daniel's global music tour culminating in singapore.

astig ang razorback! i understand why the guys worship them...

finally... i heart louie talan! his baseline struck my heart...

04.17.09 (bad habits)

a very good friend texted me after eons of hibernation... hey dennis! i'm glad you finally found a job. stick with it so you can buy me that travel towel you promised. and before i forget, we'll shoot that colin hay video. i'll sing it and you can play the guitar. we can ask luden to do the interpretative dance and second-voice. it's friday so in the meantime, we can play iniminiminimo...

we can watch my husband...


we can watch cynthia alexander and her kick ass performance...


or we can go to that lovely, lovey artsy-fartsy bar in malate...


i seriously hope we go to malate... i desperately need to get drunk...

freefall

i know there's more to this friendship than college and lit crit and white white pad paper and big mac and fake pashmina shawls and poets with psychological issues.

there's just this big thing called "adult life" ahead of us. i'm sure we'll get by.

kindred soul

to my best friend of 12 years, cheers to us!

we always dance to the same tunes and sing the same songs. we were never wrong about love after all.

to life, to love, and to tattoos!

somewhere between your smile and your frown

this is the poem i made for anna during our training. miss you much ate...

somewhere between your smile and your frown are the days we may have caused each other pain without even knowing, not noticing the spaces between your fingers and mine are getting wider, crevices moving farther apart, the fissures more pronounced, so well defined. so much so that when sunlight hits our bodies, one can make out your shadow and mine, together, but separated by some sadness inconceivable to the naked eye.

somewhere between my eyelashes and your chest are the tears shed when we can no longer meet halfway in closing circles. i would run around its side and you would always be at the center and we no longer come to the understanding of things.

somewhere between the flicker of lights you come home late, quiet as a whisper, afraid to startle sleep in my eyes. but i know that the closer you lay beside me, the farther you move away from my embrace.

somewhere between our breakfast of coffee and cigarettes is the smoke that clouds our conversations, boiling in heat then later catching fire. and we burn and burn till we turn into embers that turn to ashes. we have burned our love out so that when i look into your face i know… that somewhere between your smile and your frown, we have fallen apart.

~living vicariously, may 22 2006