Tuesday, November 06, 2007

i love you, liberty!

i love my self, my own person. i appreciate my weaknesses. i laud my strengths. i celebrate my joys. i smile at my pains.

i am a better creature each day.

i love me.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Looking out the window

Some modern age sage said "Looking out the window" is a good thing. It means one is thinking.Hard.

I've been taking long walks na nakatingin sa kawalan, long drives na nakatulala, and I've been to many offices and high rises and, while waiting for the person I am to see, dilat ang mata ko sa mundo.

This JOB IS WRINGING MY BRAINS DRY. Innovation. But first, profit. Heck.!

***Mabawasan lang nawa ng 1/10 ang stress level ko. Magpapa fartee ako.

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Into my cave

I need my space. I'm missing myself.

Busy but bored. Happy and tired. Attached but wanting to break free.

I need my life back.

Friday, October 05, 2007

haiii

i am upset at myself.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

missing me

"a good sign that something is wrong in one's life is when he/she starts missing himself/herself."

same line i told my boyfriend last week.

he agreed.

now, i'm missing myself.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

she hates me

i could almost taste her disdain at the sight of me.

and when she blurts her signature snide comments, my intestines give a hearty gurgle. she's annoyed by my presence, and i'm more than glad to act unaffected.

whenever i give her the innocent stare, or the blank side look, or the you-don't-exist-to-me-so-whatever-you-say-does-not-count attitude, i know i'm right into the bull's eye to bust her ego. and i am happily, deeply, professionally, cleverly, naturally letting her have her share of hell just because she prefers to not like me.

not my problem, eh.

clash of personalities? we don't even get to talk. i might even like her if she acts her age. it happens, a friend once told me, that by merely existing we make some other living creatures' lives miserable even if we don't intend to do so.

but. some law in physics says otherwise. she did whet my appetite. and i'm starting to mull over the idea of tossing the ball back.

at least i'll be doing it with class. that's a promise.

Monday, September 24, 2007

THE FIREFLIES WERE DANCING

They started to give faint flickers at the first kiss of dusk. The woods were hushed, the breeze wafted just a breath. The lamp posts were lighted but for the most part it was quiet and somber.

He said something about high school dances. She laughed a little, and talked about the tragedies of such events. She remembered her best friend’s uncanny experience of a nightmarish prom.

“Did we dance back then?” he asked.

“No. You only danced with Bernadette.”

He stood up. “Come here”, he held her hand as he stepped up the elevated rock. “Dance with me.”

“But we have no music,” she hesitated. She wasn’t really sure the idea was a good one.

He searched for his phone, thinking a ring tone would do the trick.

Not so romantic, she mused. After a while, he suggested she should sing.

She stopped short of breath. No, she’s not a singer. She never did sing for someone else save for babies she lulled to sleep. She’s not going to sing for a stranger now.

Indeed he was a stranger. They have known each other for less than a month and yet here they were, looking deeply into each other’s eyes and searching for explanations for the intimacy they are sharing.

She mumbled a few lines at first.

Then the notes took to lives of their own. It was the sweetest song she ever sang in years, and it surprised her even. The melody spoke of deep-seated feelings she never knew to have existed inside of her. Her head was on his shoulders. His, on her head.

They were dancing. He held her like some china that could break anytime-- so fragile, so unsure. They were locked in an embrace of love untold. Oftentimes, she giggled at the peculiarity of it all. He, on the other hand, closed his eyes from time to time, thinking he is in a trance or a dream.

No, they were not imagining things. The fireflies were dancing with them. Like the old tale of two souls swept by the current of serendipity, the creatures of light were there to celebrate with them. They were swirling around, faithfully fluttering their finest glow.

monday arrghhs!

i've never had the 'manic monday' mode and mood till now.

...the phone's not working. PLDT just MIGHT be able to schedule repairing it THIS WEEK. And then our accountant later admitted the bill has not been settled yet. Ergo, I had no right to complain to the telephone company.Hahaha!

...there's a new guy in the office. 28 years old, i do not know him, i have no idea who he is/where he's from/what i should do with him, WHY he must start work now and that i need to supervise him. talk about clueless. tsk.tsk./

...new survey requests. no surveyor on queue.

...my back is perpetually aching.

it's gonna be a long day. a lot of work to do and mishaps to deal with.

i'm 25. yes, liberty you're 25. mondays are meant to be savored, not reasons to be annoyed. these are the best days. hahaha! (das right. psyche yourself up)

Thursday, September 20, 2007

'nuff said

i saw the trend. and it's icky.

i am disgustingly melodramatic in my writing. daydreams and all that rubbish (the moment called for it!!!!--my subconscious). right!

i gotta shape up and act 25. rather, write 25. what'er.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

meralco

just when i tried juicing my brains again to write, just when i have created a good entry for my comeback, my computer went blank and black. hai!

next time na lang.