February 2nd, 2008
wow POSTED AT 10:13 PM as a stickied post anyway, for those interested... (although i really doubt that) i have an active blog, random sketches. i'd love it if any of you could come by and visit. ^_^ after this post i sincerely doubt i'll be posting anymore here since it's really hard enough to maintain one blog let alone two. ![]() Feeling: nostalgic your point is?
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March 27th, 2006
January 31st, 2006
Walk Down The Road POSTED AT 02:16 PM Cynthia Alexander walked the streets today mindless of the way I argued with my feet wanted to go this way but went that way fate had me in its grip & by chance & grace both I wonder why I suddenly looked up & in your deep, deep eyes saw the Smile of all Smiles in my naked wanderings I thought I heard you whisper my name there you are soft and slumbered and cradled in her arms well I try to understand why you set me free was it love or insecurity you let me be I walk down the road, I look up at the sky now I know why now I know why reasoning has conquered me I can't and won't deny the fact my heart beats a special drummm only for you but I'm glad to be on my own I have never been this free from all suspicion and the pain grown year upon year give me s p a c e give me t i m e don't lose yourself in a n y o n e water rushes down my back down the water runs walking in the rain then seemed beyond conception I've never been so alive so much in love with life and from the gray, gray sky fell the Tear of all Tears |
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January 19th, 2006
hehe POSTED AT 10:02 PM Guia Padilla: you're alive! ichiro: run... run... jump... hug!!! ichiro: mwah. ichiro: amishu!!! ichiro: buhay ka pa pala! Guia Padilla: hehe. Guia Padilla: kamusta na? ichiro: ayun... ichiro: adik na naman ichiro: i think i just found the thing to take me out of my slump Guia Padilla: hehe. cocaine ka na ba ngayon? o marijuana pa rin? Guia Padilla: Guia Padilla: ano yun? LSD...? ichiro: work! Guia Padilla: ako rin kulang sa tulog. ichiro: astig na yung dyaryo ichiro: okay thats an overstatement but well... Guia Padilla: okay. Guia Padilla: san ka ngayon? visayas ave? Guia Padilla: musta pala family, etc? ichiro: visayas, ok naman cila Guia Padilla: ba't kayo nag-away nung dec? if you don't mind me asking... ichiro: grabe., ichiro: alam mo bang isa pala akong nak Guia Padilla: ba't kayo nag-away nung dec? if you don't mind me asking... ichiro: grabe., ichiro: alam mo bang isa pala akong nakakatakot na nil;alang Guia Padilla: astig 'tong pc, ambilis. Guia Padilla: nakakatakot? bakit? nag-threaten kang mag-aaartista na lang? ichiro: kanina, meron akong gender studies ichiro: e nursing class yung kasama ko kasi ichiro: nasaraduhan ako ng class sa fa ichiro: so iba na naman ang atmosphere ichiro: the thing about fa people is nobody bothers reciting ichiro: or at least nobody wants to speak up and be a smarty pants ichiro: so i found myself getting ,,, how do you say this.... high? ichiro: yung adrenalin ko sobra. ichiro: kung anu ano nang pinagsasabi ko na di ko rin maintindihan ichiro: pero ang labo ng kwento ko ichiro: kasi ganito ichiro: nung una, ichiro: kanina yun, inassign akong leader ichiro: ng group namin ichiro: ako inassign nila kasi di nila ako kilala ichiro: akala nila tatanggi ako. ichiro: they thought wrong ichiro: tapos ichiro: nung minimiting ko sila ichiro: aba ang babastos hindi nila ako siniseryoso ichiro: so nung magdiscuss si mam nagrecite ako agad. ichiro: paulit ulit ichiro: nung naghanap si mam ng magrereport for monday ichiro: taas agad ako ng kamay ichiro: e nakakabobo naman yung mga tanong na nirecitan ko ichiro: gusto ko lang talaga mang-gago at mangtrip ichiro: tanong ba naman--- ichiro: what are your expectations from this class ichiro: una kong sagot: ichiro: to sift between the traditional social structures and gender stereotyping prevalent in the Philippines ichiro: tapos tahimik sila. ichiro: gago kasi ako ichiro: mayamaya nagrerecite uli sila, ichiro: andamiing walang kwentang shit expectations ichiro: nung huli nantrip uli ako ichiro: last expectation yun: ichiro: to learn how to counterbalance the possibly catastrophic effects of the patriarchal system on Filipino families ichiro: tahimik ulit sila ichiro: o di ba? ichiro: gago lang siguro talaga ako Guia Padilla: nyahahahahahah~!!!!! galing mo p're. ichiro: thank you rosa padilla: ichiro: sobrang high ko nga pagtapos e ichiro: kasi ichiro: nung tinawag ko yung group mates ko ichiro: nakinig agad sila ichiro: tapos sabi nung isa, ate, ichiro: totoo ba? ichiro: taga-UP ka daw.. ichiro: nyahahaha!!! Guia Padilla: ano'ng sabi mo? ichiro: eh di nagsmile ichiro: labo ba... ichiro: badtrip kasi ako dun sa makulit at maingay sa grupo ko ichiro: yung pinkabastos ichiro: sinabi niya agad at the outset, galing daw siya lasalle ichiro: nyorts. ichiro: so ayun Guia Padilla: hehehe. ichiro: kanina pa nga ako high ichiro: ichiro: night shift ka na daw? Guia Padilla: sino'ng nagsabi? ichiro: dad mo ichiro: tumawag ako senyo baog magnet ichiro: bago Guia Padilla: a~h. oo. 4p-1a ako. ichiro: so bampira ka na nya ichiro: nasan ba yung trabaho mo?> Guia Padilla: Ortigas, Psig City. Game Moderator in training. ichiro: wah... ichiro: e pano ka umuuwi nyan? Guia Padilla: taxi po. ichiro: wah. spensive Guia Padilla: minsan sumasabay. kaka-start ko lang last week kaya limited pa ang means ko ng pag-uwi. Guia Padilla: well, kasama talaga sa budget 'yon. ichiro: wehehe ichiro: sorry. nagrestart yung pc |
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January 5th, 2006
nothing. POSTED AT 07:35 PM i was supposed to finish the layout for the lit folio during vacation. then i found myself putting it off every time i even tried to open the pc. is there an AA for sims2 addicts? i've had the game for quite a while now and my families have grown really large. (i have a 6 generation house.) i still haven't grown tired of it. i kept convincing myself i'm just trying to relax - to get my vacation. but i'm really worried my quirk is catching up on me. whoever said "when i'm good, i'm (really) good; when i'm bad i'm really bad" really put it in perspective. i seem to swing between being a workaholic (with an average 5 hours of sleep per week) and a complete slug. and it's not the average person's mood swing. i can go for at least two-three terms with overflowing creative juices and energy. then i'll trip all over myself and find myself in a rut. i usually need something to jolt me back into action. *waiting, waiting* i miss loving Chritmas. i almost slept through Christmas and the New Year. except i never do sleep earlier than 1pm so it's really quite impossible to do it. i used to wake up to hot coco and pancakes. our traditional Christmas breakfast. and there was nothing more important or immediate than checking the year's loot. it was all pig-simple. sometimes i wonder what would happen if met my ten year old self. would she like me for what i am now? i seem to remember being an artist topping my wish list along with being a writer at that time. well i am that. sort of anyway. argh. can't seem to focus... Listening to: some guy playing tantra Watching: same guy playing tantra |
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December 18th, 2005
meeting mr. squirrell POSTED AT 08:08 PM i was on a jeep to the boarding house when somewhere in fairview this squirrelly-looking guy gets on and sits beside me. it was all i could do not to completely freak out at the way he kept sitting so near when the whole jeep was practically empty. every now and then he'd sniff and rub his nose and look shiftily at me. he told the driver he's getting off at commonwealth - the last time i had something snatched, the guy got off at commonwealth. (no i am not really jumping into conclusions, it just made me a bit more nervous) i took out a ballpen and clutched it in my right hand while my left tried to protect all my stuff. (the christmas party's on wednesday so i had quite a few stuff with me - apart from a bulging backpack, i had a tupperware filled with uncooked ingredients for pasta, a paper-bag filled with projects, shoes and clothing) anyway, commonwealth came and went and the guy just sat there. sniffing, rubbing and looking all shifty and squirrelly. and all the while i clutched my pen and held my belongings while thinking where should i hit him when he does something? at first i thought i should go for the eye since the ballpen would probably do the most damage there, but then i figured he could block it rather easily because it's a bit awkward to move my hand up towards his face. so i decided to aim for his crotch instead. i guess he couldn't figure out what to do with me, because as we reached tandang sora he asked the driver if he just missed his stop. (yeah right, as if i'd believe that.) he seemed to know where he was going and he never gave a hint that he didn't really know where he was supposed to go. i was half-sure and half-scared i'd have to do what i was planning. i've never stabbed anyone with a ballpen before and i'm pretty sure it would've been messy. that is if it even worked out at all. i shudder to think what would happen otherwise. Feeling: yeah right... |
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December 15th, 2005
POSTED AT 12:01 PM i'd be awfully glad to have the rooster year ended. please please please bring in the dog year. i can't seem to do anything right lately. everything's falling apart. okay. check that. everything's getting worse. christmas is coming up and i wish it wouldn't yet because i don't really think i'm prepared yet. it's not that i'm doing any shopping. but i do hate malls in december. it's just that it seems like the final flush that sends this whole year down the drain. i haven't accomplished enough this year. i need more time. drat but that line really should get a vacation. i need more time. it's bad enough i use it to plead with my prof. "sir, i can't come up with the terra cotta relief by tomorrow... i need more time." "sir, i can't really finish four plates in one day, i need more time." i sound like i'm complaining. but taking stock, there isn't any other place i'd rather be. okay, of course i'd love to be back in UP. but that's different. i'm fine with getting my hands permanently encrusted with clay, paint, plaster, developing fluids and what not. i love it actually. i'm fine with writing for a newspaper that pays for my education. i mean who'd be stupid enough to resent that - getting paid for doing what you love? it's just that it's better when you see things from a distance. when you abstract things so that the sleepless nights and financial problems all seem to turn into harmless little spots. but that's not how things go. you have to get knee-deep in every inch of painful detail. yesterday's quarrell with the adviser, this morning's lost plate... someone once told me that's what life is. damn but that's cheesy. life is in the details (and yes, they say god is there too...). i love and hate every day. i'm not making much sense. maybe because i'm writing with 2 hours sleep, a mild fever, and my finals breathing down my neck. but yes, i lost my thread, christmas is coming. and i wish it didn't feel like another deadline to me. Reading: rereading: siglo Listening to: the comforting humming of the aircon unit Watching: invalid field (how the hell could you post and watch?) Feeling: stressed |
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December 13th, 2005
oooh... POSTED AT 09:13 PM Taurus, the Bull (April 21 to May 21): This warmhearted and determined partner is just your type. Initially, a Taurus may catch your eye with a romantic gesture or their penchant for having a good time. But as you get to know them, you're even more likely to be drawn to your Taurean's unwavering devotion and dedication. People born under this sign typically know what they want out of life and stick by the decisions they've made. This devotion to their own truths can make members of this sign seem stubborn or critical at times. However, know that most Taureans are also sentimental types who like to focus on their romantic relationships. In the bedroom, you're apt to find that the Bull is a creative and expressive lover with a high sex drive. It's just another aspect of their vital nature, one that finds pleasure in everyday things and has an eye for beauty. |
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September 26th, 2005
wahaha.... POSTED AT 11:17 PM
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