i dont wanna go there anymore..
POSTED AT 03:59 PM

I could go back to every laugh
But I don't want to go there anymore and I
know all the steps up to your door
But I don't want to go there anymore
Talk to the wind, talk to the sky
Talk to the man with the reasons why
And let me know what you find

I'll leave my window open
Cause I'm too tired tonight
to call your name
Just know I'm right here hoping
You'll come in with the rain

I could stand up and sing you a song
But I don't want to have to go that far and I
I've got you down, I know you by heart
And you don't even know where I start
Talk to yourself, talk to the tears
Talk to the man who put you here
Don't wait for the sky to clear

CHORUS

I've watched you so long
screamed your name
I don't know what else
I can say

But I'll leave my window open
Cause I'm too tired tonight
for all these games
Just know I'm right here hoping
You'll come in with the rain

I could go back to every laugh
But I don't want to go there
anymore..

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the one who is GodLy...
POSTED AT 03:52 PM

 He whose walk is blameless
       and who does what is righteous,
       who speaks the truth from his heart

  and has no slander on his tongue,
       who does his neighbor no wrong
       and casts no slur on his fellowman,

  who despises a vile man
       but honors those who fear the LORD,
       who keeps his oath
       even when it hurts,

  who lends his money without usury
       and does not accept a bribe against the innocent.
       He who does these things
       will never be shaken.

Listening to: second chance

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On Shadows
POSTED AT 10:28 AM

In haste I bought Junichiro Tanizaki's In Praise of Shadows.

The book is an essay on aesthetics, a Japanese reflection about architecture, jade, food, toilets and space in buildings. Tanizaki thought about the concussion between the shadows of traditional Japanese interiors and the brilliant light of modernization of everything.

 

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Currently reading
POSTED AT 12:08 AM

Bakit Michael Crichton?

Ang ganda kasing diversion ng mga nobela niya. Hindi ung usual na binabasa kong poetry books. Ung mga akda niya, may langkap ng science, thriller, suspense. Nosebleed man ako sa halos lahat ng terms, na nakakatuwang isipin na sa panahon ngayon, parang wala ng imposible sa mga sinasabi niyang hi-tech gadgets sa mga kuwento. Parang lahat, posible na, at baka nagawa na ng mga imbentor.

I particularly like his novel "Rising Sun." Iba ung approach niya dito, kaiba sa mga naunang nabasa ko nang libro niya. Nagulat ako kasi nagustuhan ko itong libro, to think na nagdadalawang-isip pa ako nung binili ko ito. Mukha kasing hindi maganda ang plot. Detective novel kasi, at hindi sci-fi thriller katulad ng Sphere at Lost World.

Hindi ko pa natatapos basahin itong nobelang ito, at talagang napupuyat ako dahil dito. Hehe.

 

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a picture of you
POSTED AT 07:09 PM

i saw a picture of you.. that was taken when i was wondering how are you.. you seem to be perfectly fine and happy while i was there thinking why are you ignoring me.. or if im right, hiding. i dont know why at a glance you stop talking to me, you stop asking hows my day. i wonder what went wrong.. i wonder what did i do?

i havent said anything. yet you still acted that way. what more if i admit how i really feel?

i still cant move one since the last time you made me feel like nothing to you.

i still wonder late at night if i still cross your mind. or if you really stop being concerned.

you said youre my universe and that made me wanna be an astronaut. but now im really lost in space..

where are you? what happened? i never demand anything but to be your friend. just your friend.. whats wrong? i cried myself to sleep thinking why. sometimes i wanted to dial your number just to hear your voice, but im afraid you'll reject me..

i really miss you..

that little span of time isnt really worthy but still, i miss you...

youre still at the deepest part of my heart. just there..

i think i have to hide it.. all my life..

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from "Averno"
POSTED AT 03:27 PM

Omens

Louise Gluck

I rode to meet you: dreams
like living beings swarmed around me
and the moon on my right side
followed me, burning.

I rode back: everything changed.
My soul in love was sad
and the moon on my left side
trailed me without hope.

To such endless impressions
we poets give ourselves absolutely,
making, in silence, omen of mere event,
until the world reflects the deepest needs of the soul.



-after Alexander Pushkin

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Mom's old photos
POSTED AT 02:18 PM

High school grad photo. Possible also that this was her grad photo after she finished her vocational class.

 

I'm not sure kung bakit sa bubong ng bahay siya nagpa-picture. Pwede naman sa garden.

 

When I saw this photo, I thought she joined the Miss Linggas Dayat contest. Hindi raw. The gown was her project for her vocational class. Her batch modeled their own works. I saw this gown pa noon in its splendour, bago mangatngat ng mga daga.

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hopes for the sweetness for many many years to come
POSTED AT 09:30 PM

i don't want to expect much and i wont. though its just a short while with him just now after some wait, im happy and im satisfied.. satisfied with him thinking for me and caring for me.

last night, he ask if i did get jealous with anyone with him.. and i replied no and im really not. maybe its the trust and secure feeling i felt from him which no one before did and im confident about us.  

im just very glad to be with him.

 

 

thanks for the wish upon the falling star and sorry for the disappointment, js.

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