“made it through another night…

and just how do you stop the crying?

how do you get better?

thought it was over…

at least the crying part…

I still hope for you… for us…”

dusky eating some cream…

Still dusky after more than ten years… hehe…

v-day…

It may be a bit late… But…

Happy heart’s day…
Spread love…
And receive love…

1wk…

One more week…

I shall reconvene with the sun,

The sand,

The water

And beer. J

a session with word warriors…

Poetry Nights: Love and Obsession

After the Friday meetings, decided to attend a poetry reading in PowerBooks. I was actually excited when I saw the billboard again over lunch when I bought a pair of slippers. There were a number of spoken word artists who performed. This session was the longest poetry reading session that I have attended. I enjoyed it a lot. The theme was about love and obsession. As expected there was a bit of Shakespeare and more of Pablo Neruda. I also enjoyed pure pinoy talent. There were “Romancing with Venus” artists, Juddah Paolo, Cookie Tuazon, Roco Jr, etc. there were also first timers, at least in reading poetry. Irene Marcos was there as well and read two of her pieces. Poems… I didn’t like some, I loved some and there were some that moved me. Ahhh, it was a sweet night (and hot too, in the most carnal way, hahaha) except for that guy with dread locks.

pink.green

Yester day was Friday the 13^th. Apparently, which was not so apparent to me, there was this color code meaning of sorts. It was a pre valentine thingy. I was wearing a green top, with a bit of orange, brown and white and black washed out denim. I was a bit of everything, so the code says, but mostly green. Here were the colors and their meaning:

·          Green. In a third party relationship

·          Orange. Never been in a relationship

·          Brown. In a relationship but wants to get out

·          White. Single and looking

·          Black. Broken hearted

·          Red. Committed

·          Pink. Same sex relationship

·          Stripes. In many relationships

 

So, what were you wearing yesterday? Funny that i was supposed to wear pink that day. Green or pink… totally me, hahaha…

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March 4 is near. Celebrate with me… or without me. I may have written our names in the sand and let it be washed by the sea that conquered me, but in my heart it will stay. They say it was a sacrifice, true. It was more of choosing to do something that makes me happy. For a while, I have closed my doors… afraid that it will hurt me badly… but I did open my door anyway. And I was hurt, more than I could imagine. I still am hurt. More than bitterness it was and it still is sweet. It inspires me. Made me do things I’ve never done before. I am happy.

 

Cheers!

yeller mode…

Friday night and I got a message from my cousin. She was with my mom and asked if they could drop by the office.  I was wearing yellow by the way and so was my brother. For some reason we were just having a yellow mood that day. Anyway, my bro and I went down and, yes, mom was wearing yellow as well. Yellow family minus daddy…

fun @ gerry’s…

It’ll be another of our colleagues last day the following week. We decided to celebrate it on a Friday at Gerry’s grill. As usual, we were mighty stuffed. Meat, meat and a bit of veggies. Yum! We were a bit crazy as well and took pictures as we ate and on our way back to the office. Fun, it was…

thursday shots…

Thursday 9:30pm and I’m still at the office. With my phone cam busted, I borrowed my colleagues phone and took shots from stuff in our cube.

miss…

I just think of you a lot still. I see you in other people. I miss and it still hurt…

juvy…

I needed to move on from being so juvenile… and it’s deyng harrrrd…

meyerng….

I miss you meyng… i miss us…

soundtrip…

My essentials:

-          play a song or two with my guitar

-          a glass of water

-          read a page or two

-          soundtrip with meyng

 

What’s yours?

word or 2…

I need a word or two from you. We know something’s wrong. Both of us are hurt. You told me to go on with my life, that you’ll stop hurting me and that I’ll be better. What does it mean? I think I’m ready to listen to you. But I hear nothing.