competitive

late last month, i started sending again to the web group the Top 10 Alagas for content in the website. last friday, Evictee #1 was asking for his rank because Evictee #4 told him about it. now, the top spot holder is very much threatened. o m g! i didn't mean to start heating things up among my alagas. naku naku naku.

ay i hafta go. going to a wake.

book shopping

i went book shopping over the weekend at the warehouse of the biggest bookstore in the country. gally! what a bargain! books as low as P20. i bought 5 Anita Shreve books, a Sidney Sheldon, a Kinky Friedman, and lots of David Eddings for my sister. despite the heat, siksikan and lifting boxes full of books, it was worth it. just not on a weekly basis. it really drained my energy. i had plans of watching Up Dharma Down later that evening but i couldn't drag myself out of the bed. haha :)

cliques

why is it that the Gods here are the ones fostering cliques? isn't it that they should be the one breaking the cliques so that the entire organization is solid?

yeah, we are very much aware that you guys are from the upper echelons of the society but that doesn't mean we can't interact with you and vice versa. where's harmony in diversity?

its perfectly fine if you hire your friends or family members into the organization but its another thing to talk about about someone "ah, she's not one of us." (no, this she is not me.)

its the birthday of Big Boss and not all are invited to the not-so-surprise party. but if one of us celebrates our birthday, everyone is invited to the not-so-surpise party. so i don't get it. shouldn't all of us celebrate his birthday? or is it the most awaited time of the year to suck up to him?

sad week

for Zagu and Uber Designer's Dad

Nothing But Death

There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.

And there are corpses,
feet made of cold and sticky clay,
death is inside the bones,
like a barking where there are no dogs,
coming out from bells somewhere, from graves somewhere,
growing in the damp air like tears of rain.

Sometimes I see alone
coffins under sail,
embarking with the pale dead, with women that have dead hair,
with bakers who are as white as angels,
and pensive young girls married to notary publics,
caskets sailing up the vertical river of the dead,
the river of dark purple,
moving upstream with sails filled out by the sound of death,
filled by the sound of death which is silence.

Death arrives among all that sound
like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,
comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no finger in it,
comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, with no throat.
Nevertheless its steps can be heard
and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.

I'm not sure, I understand only a little, I can hardly see,
but it seems to me that its singing has the color of damp violets,
of violets that are at home in the earth,
because the face of death is green,
and the look death gives is green,
with the penetrating dampness of a violet leaf
and the somber color of embittered winter.

But death also goes through the world dressed as a broom,
lapping the floor, looking for dead bodies,
death is inside the broom,
the broom is the tongue of death looking for corpses,
it is the needle of death looking for thread.

Death is inside the folding cots:
it spends its life sleeping on the slow mattresses,
in the black blankets, and suddenly breathes out:
it blows out a mournful sound that swells the sheets,
and the beds go sailing toward a port
where death is waiting, dressed like an admiral.


Translated by Robert Bly

Pablo Neruda

for keeps

i have a piece of the Php100 Arrovo bill. i'm keeping it for good. it might be my new good luck charm. LOL.

thanks!

to whoever left Reese's Peanut Butter Cups on my table, thank you. i *heart* you. haha.

(sa mga di nakakaalam, i super duper super love Reese's Peanut Butter Cups)

shuba

huhuhuhu, sabi ng manager ng Rapper Known As Amir, ang shuba ko daw :(

something wicked this way comes

can't wait to watch Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire later :)

im powered by gatorade, coffee and coke light

the laguna trip was a blast. we successfully removed B3's shorts (B3 is gay), we got the birthday celebrant drunk and Bounce lost her phone. the early morning (read: 3AM) jacuzzi was absolutely the best.

i just had 2 hours of sleep today so gatorade, coffee and coke light helped me survive work. haha :)

'til the Krungerz birthday party again.

off to laguna

i'm off to laguna in a bit. birthday celeb of Krung for her "non showbiz friends". haha.

12:57 AM

i saw 5 people in their Vespa scooters at 12:57 AM along the stretch of Kamias up to Xavierville Ave. prolly rich. they were lined up one after the other so the cars behind them couldn't overtake. haha. they're probably just having a friday night blast with their Vespas. cool.

birthday greets

Happy Birthday Mom!
Happy Birthday Krung!

the red cups are here

as i went back to work last wednesday after my minor surgery, i saw the red cups of Starbucks and it made me nostalgic. its Christmastime!!!! i can't wait to go back to Davao and sleep all day and party all night. yaaay! and! and! not facing my office computer for a month! double yaaay! :)

i should be asking payment for all the Sam favors i will be granting tomorrow to add up to my Christmas shopping money. haha =) or i could just tell them that is my Christmas gift already. LOL. just kidding.

back to work.

i so hate them

these Champorado Brothers know how to get into the nerves of the people. they lie about things just to have it their way. they pester you with texts and calls until you're out of energy, even if i declared that i'm dead already. jeez. haven't you guys learned a thing or two after all this brouhaha????? THAT atttitude is not the road to stardom.