tripping

we took out my brother's point and shoot and started snapping away in black in white mode.

In the photos are myself, my brother, his kids Carl and Ally and our dog, Chili.

I need to get this out of my system

Ever since I saw Teedge's YM status the other day (Spin the black circle.) and then found my Pearl Jam cd, I can't keep this song out of my head and out of my playlist.

If you can't fight it, go with it.

Black by Pearl Jam

Hey...oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, and she gave me all that she was
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I see her
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be...yeah...
Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

the force is with me

:: how jedi are you? ::

we need more people!

Football, Sept 26

I've managed to put together a small (and I mean small) group of people, officemates and their friends, to play on Sundays at the Ateneo football field. Unfortunately, the numbers don't seem to be growing.

Two weeks from now (we cant make it this Sunday) we'll be playing again...lets see if the numbers improve.

..and then there were three

There were originally six of us assigned to the Melbourne Project last yesr. Out of the six, three are now married.

Bert was the last of the three to tie the knot. He and Alpha celebrated their sixth year as a couple by exchanging vows and saying yes to a lifetime together.

Pictures from the intimate wedding celebration held at Patio Victoria within Intramuros are now in my gallery here. Congratulations Bert and Alpha!

Oh and by the way, they let loose butterflies after the kiss...here's one that found its way on the elaborate floral arrangement on our table

butterfly

I need a book

I am in serious need of a new book to read.

I've been trekking over to bookstores in search of something new, to no avail. Either I really just don't know how to look for one, or I really can't find anything that suits my current mood.

I do a random check of books in bookstores, reading the synopsis and browsing a bit through the pages to see if they "speak to me." Lousy method of finding a book you think? Oh well.

*sigh* I need a book!!!!!!
HELP!!!

No I DID NOT forget

Happy Birthday Grache!!!

Grache turned 26 11 days after I did (Sept 16) and if you read below, I went to her uber-cool, uber-fun and uber-overflowing-with-vodka (er..uh) PARTY!!

So Grache dear, I hope you never ever forget your dear little (literally) friend with low alcohol tolerance wherever you go. (uh...thats me by the way)

So it WAS an earthquake

I honestly thought it was just me quaking from all that Smirnoff at my friend's birthday party last night. Seriously.

I had just gotten home and plopped down on my bed, ready for the sleep that normally comes with that much alcohol.

But then I've been having a hard time sleeping lately, and when I do doze off, its to a very light sleep.

So there I was on my bed, in my almost-asleep-but-not-quite state, feeling the headache slowly getting worse, when I started shaking. Oh shit. Its not just a headache, I'm getting that woozy moving-room dizziness....No wait...the bed's shaking! Ghost!!!??!

I instinctively opened my eyes to see if there are any floating eerie white things in my room but failed to see anything....but I'm still shaking.

Then it slowed. And I stood up. And I felt the room twirl again, and I had tremors running through my legs. Oh hell. It was Smirnoff and all that Kamikaze / Vodka 7 / something-or-other. I thought it was that bad that my bed shook. Or maybe I just thought it was that strong.

This morning confirmed my initial, sensible impression. It really WAS an earthquake.

(For more about this earthquake: visit INQ7.net)

pleasure pain

I played football (soccer, that is) yesterday after more than a year of not playing.

Needless to say, my thighs hurt like hell. I'm not used to all that running. And I don't think I had the ball for more than a few minutes.

But this is the kind of pain I miss. It reminds me that yes, I still have muscles, though they are dormant most of the time. Its a bit masochistic, but when I feel the ache when I move, I think to myself, next time I play again, it won't hurt. And when it really stops hurting, then it means I'm not pushing hard enough.

But then again, I don't think I can play regularly anymore. Not enough to make the pain go away. Oh well. The price of age. And the price of loving a sport that you can't play regularly for lots of reasons (no time, not enough players, not the right weather, blah, blah,blah).

Next week we're planning on playing again. I hope it pushes through. And I hope more people can join in.

26 Years after the beginning.

My birthday blog entry is long overdue, so I’ll try and see to it that this entry will most reflect how I celebrated my 26th year of existence.

No parties. No gimmicks. No alcohol. Just me. Doing what I wanted to do. Catering to my whim.

And that whim was just lunch that Sunday after wandering off to SM Megamall’s NBA Madness (where is the NBA in that by the way??!?) with my brother and his kids.

My reason for not wanting to have any elaborate celebration is simple. I can’t think of anything I wanted to do. Every idea that I had was something that other people would want me to do, but nit does not necessarily reflect my preference. If anything, this past year has taught me that I alone will give myself priority, and nobody else. No matter where I go, what I do, I look after me like nobody else will. Out of all the people that I have and will encounter, very few of them will genuinely give a damn about me. Therefore, I have to listen to what I wanted to do. Me. No complications. No drama involved, no wheedling and pa-cutesy just so they can attend my celebration. No attempts at pleasing everyone, no guest lists, no tampuhan. Just me.

Maybe at one point I may decide to celebrate with a few people. But I would rather live my life from day to day and be on the lookout for people who, like myself, will give time for me, rather than spend it trying, convincing (and sometimes even forcing??) people to pay me that attention only I can give myself.

So happy 26th , self! I hope you find what you’re looking for.