talking of Michaelangelo.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
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smart girl // 9:51 am
1001 Dalmatians? Posts!
That's right smart girl, wear a skirt on a day when the wind blows strong and flash the entire village. That's right.
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verbal brawling politicians // 7:34 am
suck.
The news is laden with crap I don't care about and want nothing to do with, but I feel like I'm soaked in it day in and day out.
These days, the adults are more like children,
and the children are more and more the adults.
Also, people who are sick, please stay home from work and show a little consideration. Please and thank you.
(Oh, by the way... 1000th post!)
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
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tomato baby tomato baby // 8:00 pm
tomato baby tomato baby
asleep in the lift asleep in the
lift; rosy rosy cheeks cheeks
kiss kiss mother protective
rosy rosy cheeks in the lift
tomato baby
Life isn't about waiting for a storm to pass.
It's about learning to dance in the rain. - a friend
Thursday, February 23, 2012
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never failed to make me cry // 11:47 pm
"Time is nothing."
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
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sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble, très bien ensemble. // 2:04 pm
I swear, my boyfriend
could have been the 5th Beatle,
but they already had a John.
less than three
Sunday, February 19, 2012
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ode to eddie // 7:06 pm
Edward's last name should be Crapsalot or Moltsalot.
The turtle has grown and bites viciously. He is voracious and loves his shrimp flakes. He likes the view of the city and the ocean very much. He likes sleeping on top of the water filter.
He doesn't mind letting me watch him eat now,
but he hates it when I watch him bask on his rocks.
He enjoys scaling up the glass wall, though he can't get very far.
Oh how I love thee, my baby Edward, you're growing so fast.
His nails are longer than mine and his tail molts and molts.
White flakes everywhere, all the time.
Friday, February 17, 2012
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ebb and flow // 10:03 pm
There's a Chinese saying that translates to something like "Just as the moon waxes and wanes, people will change." (Sounds better in Chinese.)
Many life changing decisions these days, people moving to places, quitting jobs, quitting schools, people staying, people going.
And I'm pushing. I'm pushing my boundaries, my limits. I'm doing what I need to do for myself. I'm freeing myself. It's my life now, you've given it to me, now let me live it. I'll say thank you in the end, because you gave me everything and so much more, but it's time for me to go. I'm sorry I can't be held down by the shackles you've created to keep me safe and by your side.
You've raised me to be someone who wants to run, who wants to see, who wants to explore and now you're worried and won't let me do any of these things.
I love you so much, but it's time. Let me go.
Oyster.
Monday, February 13, 2012
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rest in peace // 11:16 am
Yes, I'm saving all my love for you...
I hope life treats you kind
And I hope you have all you've dreamed of.
And I wish to you, joy and happiness.
But above all this, I wish you love.
And I will always love you.Then, a lesser known duet,
but my favourite:
Many nights we prayed
With no proof anyone could hear
In our hearts a hope for a song
We barely understood
Now we are not afraid
Although we know there's much to fear
We were moving mountains
Long before we knew we could, whoa, yes
There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you believe somehow you will
You will when you believe
In this time of fear
When prayer so often proves in vain
Hope seems like the summer bird
Too swiftly flown away
Yet now I'm standing here
My hearts so full, I can't explain
Seeking faith and speakin words
I never thought I'd say
There can be miracles
When you believe (When you believe)
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill (Mmm)
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve (You can achieve)
When you believe somehow you will
You will when you believe
They don't always happen when you ask
And it's easy to give in to your fears
But when you're blinded by your pain
Can't see the way, get through the rain
A small but still, resilient voice
Says love is very near, oh [Oh]
There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you believe somehow you will
Somehow you will
You will when you believe
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Goodbye Miss W. Houston.
"Thanks for gracing the world with your beautiful voice."
Saturday, February 11, 2012
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agitated // 5:48 pm
God damn it, I need a cupcake really badly.
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// 4:26 pm
This hurts so much. Make it stop.
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a strange vision // 4:10 pm
Standing in line, waiting for Asian fast food, I suddenly felt nauseous. In the labyrinth of malls - my neighbourhood - I saw a strange vision and felt a shocking apprehension come upon me. I saw the tiles and the bridge to the other mall cave into a hole right where I was standing. The structure collapsed, Roland Emmerich style, though I've never even seen any of his films in their entirety. I saw myself falling through the hole, then clinging to one of pieces of jutting out rubble, the side of the hole and the people around me just watching, none of them affected, Not exactly jeering at my predicament, just staring at me curiously. My pleas for help didn't seem to awaken their, shall I call it... daze?
I felt sick and thought of other things. A nightmare in broad daylight.
Friday, February 10, 2012
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I wish to // 3:43 pm
... disappear, be swallowed by a hole which swallows my fear of disappointing people, fear of leaving people behind, fear of fear itself. I wish this hole will eat my bad conscience and embarrassment and shame too. I wish this hole will make me void, non-existent. I wish this hole can make people forget me, not hurt because of me. I hope my past can disappear with my future and I can become a nothing and be free. Free of so many inhibitions.
I saw some birds flying, no, gliding, in the air today. They were not flying. They were not light or free like we think they are. all they're doing is sitting on palpable air, letting the wind take them. They're confined by their time, by their space, even though their space is vast, they are still bound by it. They are bound by their movement. Merely floating on something hard something that pushes them up, rather that lifts them. And they do not fly. They merely move that way because they were meant to move that way only.
And so this is how we live and move and die. We are just things pushed, things pulled, moved by things not by our will. We are inhibited, we are here just to die, just to breathe because breath was thrust upon us.
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
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tidbits // 10:38 am
I miss my warm fluffies at home. My feet are cold.
Aerobics was a lot more fun that I thought it was?
It felt invigorating to be moving.
I eat airplane food for lunch every day. Literally.
Monday, February 06, 2012
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sharp reminders // 8:34 am
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
Taxes and mortality.
Woke up feeling cold inside...
"Europe is frozen."
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.
My poor pleco friend lies dead, flushed into the sea.
My poor pleco friend, rest in peace and let me rest too.
Sunday, February 05, 2012
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pleco // 10:12 pm
My darling Jeremiah, I hope you rest in peace. Your stay was short and I bet very uncomfortable and I hope you are now in a better place. You have been a great help to Edward and I and we are grateful to you.
Friday, February 03, 2012
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inside // 1:02 pm
He is inside, inside a jar;
He is inside, inside the jar.
Fogging up the glass...
Thursday, February 02, 2012
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don't indulge // 11:47 am
Busy yourself. Just keep busy. Take deep breaths when you feel like you might fall.
Keep the balance, be in control.
Only allow yourself small bits of missing at a time... Little by little... Take it little by little...
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
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philippines 2012, numbers // 8:16 pm
27 underwater pictures
12 tricycles
10 garlic rice
9 fish dishes
8 islands
8 days
7 nights
7 crossed paths
6 games
5.3km+ walk
4 most hospitable homes for visitors
4 plane rides
4 towns
4 kalamansi juice
3 private minivans
3 rains
3 tagalog words learned
(salamatbo, saraap, tuube)
3 shells
2 drinks
2 buttered shrimps dish
2.5 mangoes
1 hammock
1 sunrise
1 stuffed squid
1 zipline adventure
1 nasty tan
1 kiss in the rain
1 reunion
1 honest fare
1 soaked then dried passport
1 manang
1 buko
1 star apple
1 happy tree
