Archive for August, 2005

verve pipe

Tuesday, August 30th, 2005

freshmen* 

When I was young I knew everything
and she a punk who rarely ever took advice
now i’m guilt stricken, sobbing with my head on the floor
stop a baby’s breath and a shoe full of rice

I can’t be held responsible
cause she was touching her face
I won’t be held responsible
she fell in love in the first place

For the life of me I cannot remember
what made us think that we were wise and we’d never compromise
for the life of me I cannot believe we’d ever die for these sins
we were merely freshmen

My best friend took a week’s vacation to forget her
his girl took a week’s worth of valium and slept
now he’s guilt stricken sobbing with his head on the floor
thinks about her now and how he never really wept he says

We’ve tried to wash our hands of all of this
we never talk of our lacking relationships
and how we’re guilt stricken sobbing with our heads on the floor
we fell through the ice when we tried not to slip, we’d say

Sunday, August 28th, 2005

hear ye! hear ye!

special thanks goes to Greg de los Reyes (Mr. Saitochi) and to Ms. Krisel Anne Garin for their response when I posted for my need for a computer technician…

merci! gracias! tenk yu!

gapa cute nga miyaw

Thursday, August 25th, 2005

Tata

 

This meow-meow pic is from my childhood buddy Divina Gracia Daquiado! 

Thanks a bunchie my dear! meeeeeeeyaaaaaawww!

               

<*hug*>

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morph girl

Wednesday, August 24th, 2005

I’ve been preparing for my morphology report for almost one week now but so far the best thing that I’ve done is opening the resource book, turn a few pages and close it back again.

We’ve learned about affixes in our elementary grammar; suffixes, prefixes, circumfixes, infixes… The funny thing is I’m going to report it in front of English teachers so they know much better than I do about morphology.

I have this classmate who can’t stop asking questions and make comments (that’s fine with me because anyway her comments and questions are related to our topics) but it really annoys me. It must be because I’ve been hibernating for so long that academic discussions has lost its sweet taste. I thought going back to school is going to make me brighter but so far I’ve only been experiencing paranoia attacks. Socializing with my classmates doesn’t help either. I’ve now become an anti-social or is it they that are steering clear of me? Oh, it must be the paranoia attacks (it makes me violent sometimes) hehe…

But no, I’m firm on finishing this degree that will either make more insane (brighter?) or make me a better (bitter?) person. I’m dead set on getting that "sablay" and no morphology report nor an annoying classmate is going to stop me from it. So gotta go back to that report! Morphology, here I come! weeeheee… :-)

Jason Mraz

Wednesday, August 24th, 2005

The Remedy

I saw fireworks from the freeway and behind closed eyes I cannot make them go away
Cause you were born on the fourth of july, freedom ring
now something on the surface it stings
that something on the surface it kind of makes me nervous who says that you deserve this
and what kind of god would serve this? We will cure this dirty old disease
if you’ve got the poison I’ve got the remedy

the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough new play on words
I say the tragedy is how you’re gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends because it all amounts to nothing in the end.

I won’t worry my life away.
I won’t worry my life away.

I heard two men talking on the radio in a cross fire kind of new reality show
Uncovering the ways to plan the next big attack
they were counting down the days to stab the brother in the be right back after this
the unavoidable kiss, where the minty fresh death breath is sure to outlast his catastrophe
dance with me, because if you’ve got the poison, I’ve got the remedy

the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough new play on words
I say the tragedy is how you’re gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends because it all amounts to nothing in the end.

I won’t worry my life away.
I wo’nt worry my life away.

When I fall in love I take my time
There’s no need to hurry when I’m making up my mind
You can turn off the sun but I’m still gonna shine and I’ll tell you why
Because

the remedy is the experience. It is a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy is that its serious. Which is a strange enough new play on words
I say the tragedy is how you’re gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends because it all amounts to nothing in the end.

I won’t worry my life away.
I won’t worry my life away.
I won’t and I won’t and I won’t etc.

dishwalla

Wednesday, August 24th, 2005

Counting Blue Cars

it must have been mid-afternoon
i could tell by how far
the child’s shadow stretched out and
he walked with a purpose
in his sneakers down the street, he had
many questions, like children often do

he said

tell me all your thoughts on God
tell me am I very far?

it must have been late afternoon
on our way, the sun broke free of the clouds
we count only blue cars
skip the cracks in the street and ask
many questions,  like children often do

we said

tell me all your thoughts on God
cause i’d really like to meet her
and ask her why we’re who we are

tell me all your thoughts on God
’cause i’m on my way to see her
so tell me am i very far

am i very far now?

it’s getting cold, picked up the pace
how our shoes make hard noises in this place
our clothes are stained
we pass many cross-eyed people and ask
many questions, like children often do

tell me all your thoughts on God
’cause i’d really like to meet her
and ask her why we’re who we are

tell me all your thoughts on God
cause i’m on my way to see her
so tell me am i very far

am i very far now?

Thursday, August 11th, 2005

whatever happened to the writer in me? she’s probably lost in space;such a poor girl…

Sunday, August 7th, 2005

It’s just another manic Monday…

I hope it was Tuesday…

AAAAaaaarggghh! I think everybody hates Mondays. I’m no exemption. Grad school’s getting on my nerves… It can be such a total pain in the neck. But I’m learning to love every minute of it… charet!

mi mantra

Thursday, August 4th, 2005

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann

love’s folly

Thursday, August 4th, 2005

when all else fails

would you be there to love me?

when all else fails would you be brave

to see right through me?