tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60920562011-04-24T03:25:30.983+08:00The Flight of the Rocketman"I think it's gonna be a long, long time, `till touchdown brings me round again to find, I'm not the man they think I am at home... I'm a rocketman, burning out his fuel out here alone..." Rocketman by Elton John and Bernie Taupin.wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.comBlogger2701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1110785398786979402005-03-14T15:21:00.000+08:002005-03-18T10:58:51.023+08:00The mark of age seems inept for brilliance that seems to transcend time. -- DC CorpuzI throw away the keys to my rocket. It's over. I didn't think it would be over but I've decided to let go of the journey. The Rocket Man no longer seeks out the elusive bliss. He has grown up. Space is not the final frontier, he has discovered. It is ourselves.Why search for something that continues to wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1110713653444058172005-03-13T18:23:00.000+08:002005-03-13T19:34:13.446+08:00"Wangs, there will be a day in the future where you will look back on these days of penniless existence and say those were the best times of my life! Then you will laugh and smile about it. Of course it sucks right now but it's really intended that way to make reminiscing so much more sweeter. So though you feel tied and bound, can't do the things you want, etc. Just keep the good fight causewanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1110602351470347582005-03-12T12:17:00.000+08:002005-03-12T12:39:11.473+08:00The songs are about the intangible, about situations out of our control, moments that aren’t entirely rational. Maybe it is all about love. -- Tanita Tikaram (about the songs in her new album, from her website)It's a penniless existence for me. Work is piling up and my hopes are always raised and then fall over to nasty disappointment. I should really stop going to VTRs because they keep wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1110537328120792892005-03-11T18:16:00.000+08:002005-03-11T18:35:28.123+08:00No riceSo into the bowlI put flowers -- texted to me by my DadI have to find a new place to go dancing. I just had a horrible time in the two clubs that I frequent and I don't want to go back until the anger subsides... And that will probably be in the next 8 to 10 months maybe. I'm just so pissed. I'm over-the-edge in anger. In the first club, so disgusting asshole bumps into my wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1110433879390970962005-03-10T13:39:00.000+08:002005-03-10T13:51:19.393+08:00Listen when I'm silent there's a Sound that only you can hearListen when it's quiet I knowYou can hear it, cover up your earsCOVER UP YOUR EARS -- A Sound That Only You Can Hear, K's Choice (written by Sarah & Gert Bettens)I'm not going to say that I'm out of it but it's nice to be smiling so easily again and it's nice to be here again even though I don't know where here will be after a few wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1110322755989635832005-03-09T06:49:00.000+08:002005-03-09T06:59:15.993+08:00It all started in another dimension... -- Go, written by Melanie Chisholm and William OrbitNo matter how much you want to stay away from certain things, it always finds you. You can't hide from the things you want the most. Denial has a very strange way of slapping you on the face and reminding you of the things ignored, forgotten or denied. There is no way you can run from the things wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1110221744446687222005-03-08T02:43:00.000+08:002005-03-08T02:55:44.450+08:00Strange soul you areI stand in wonderYou make your own rules and use your own devicesYou lay back easy to doAnd I wish I were you -- Wish I Were You, Alisha's Attic (written by Terry Martin and Shellie and Karen Poole)I have jet-setting friends. I have friends who have traveled the world and seen the many different wonders there are to see in this enormous planet we live on. I have a wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1110194849058179192005-03-07T18:53:00.000+08:002005-03-07T19:27:29.063+08:00You know I can breathe, even when I cheatShould, Should've been over for meNo angel came -- Juarez, Tori AmosThe stupidest thing happened to me the other day. Goodness, I felt like such a moron. My keys slipped out of my pants and those are my only copies. I never got the time to make duplicates. It was horrible. From Saturday evening until this morning, I was pretty much wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1110125599801755622005-03-06T23:58:00.000+08:002005-03-07T00:13:19.806+08:00Imagination is more important than knowledge. -- Albert EinsteinHad a wonderful talk with my brother, you know, to help put certain things in perspective, and I ended up thinking about a lot of things.There really is something about proximity. The dangers and the pitfalls of it can be quite confusing at times. Sometimes, being so close to someone can make that person so important to you, you wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1110013363906281222005-03-05T16:52:00.000+08:002005-03-05T17:02:43.910+08:00We don't see things as they are. We see things as we are. -- Anais NinSo now I can feel myself slowly coalescing. I'm far from completion, I'm still in a state of transition but I've made a decision. I've been acting too much like a door knob -- everbody gets a turn. Nope. No more of that. Enough of that. I'm letting go of my care-free life. No more seeking out casual sex. It's really wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1109896398682947372005-03-04T08:14:00.000+08:002005-03-04T08:33:18.686+08:00I let the beast in too soon, I don't know how to live without my hands on his throat; I fight him always and still. O' darling, it's so sweet, you think you know how crazy -- how crazy I am? -- Fast As You Can, by Fiona AppleI am Lost in Transition. I told my best friend yesterday when he asked me what was wrong, I told him that while everything looks fine, it isn't. I look around me and wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1109773514610859662005-03-02T22:24:00.000+08:002005-03-04T09:15:09.873+08:00Life does not cease to be funny when people die, any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh. -- George Bernard ShawWorked today. Ended up back in the college I graduated in and also taught for a couple of terms. Strange how completely and utterly different it looks now. So much change. I was taken aback. And the usual reaction that follows, "Is so-and-so place still there? Is wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1109674683016648452005-03-01T18:57:00.000+08:002005-03-01T19:27:23.886+08:00Is this me now? Looks like I've changed my ways again Is this me now? Funny how you can't remember Well, you know me better than that At least you thought you knew me then But what you know now It's not always a happy ending -- Don't Feel Like Cryin' by Abra MooreGot to see Million Dollar Baby and realised that it is as good as people have said it was. I know Hilary Swank is a wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1109507676013543112005-02-27T20:19:00.000+08:002005-02-27T20:34:36.016+08:00Beware the barrenness of a busy life. -- SocratesAfter going out, again, last night, I've decided I am NOT going to go dancing two consecutive nights. There's no point. My body is still in absolute pain from the night before. I can't give it my all and there is no point dancing if I can't give it my all, right?But before I went out last night, I went with my friend as he was covering an eventwanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1109421416023959852005-02-26T20:25:00.000+08:002005-02-27T20:36:31.776+08:00Take me out tonightWhere there is music and there's peopleAnd they're young and alive -- There Is a Light That Never Goes Out, The Smiths (written by Morrissey and Marr)Last night, a dream came true for me. I was in a club. Suffering from a horrible night, the night before, I decided I just wanted to let loose and feel everything and nothing as I was to dance the night away. As the music hit wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1109247368082497562005-02-24T20:05:00.000+08:002005-02-24T20:16:08.086+08:00The Edge -- there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. -- Dr. Hunter S. ThompsonBlurry. Vague. Opaque. That's how my world feels like right now. I stare outward and see everything in a haze. There's a fog and I don't know what is on the otherside but I'm not turning back and going for the comforts of a familiar wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1109090188595568002005-02-23T00:17:00.000+08:002005-02-23T00:36:28.596+08:00What's so great about the truth? Try lying for a change - it's the currency of the world. -- Closer, written by Patrick Marber and directed by Mike NicholsSometimes I am faced with something that I want but should not have, for certain reasons but I can have it if I pushed hard enough. It's a moral question, really. Should I go for it, when socially, it would be deemed as wrong? Is it my wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1109079601345600402005-02-22T21:17:00.000+08:002005-02-22T21:40:01.346+08:00But in the corner of my mindA little angel saying"Don't waste your love,You love too much." -- Elephant, A Camp (written by Nina Persson and Mark Linkous)Finished writing the studio shoot scripts at 9 in the morning. Got home at around 10. Woke up at 6pm and saw that the sun was gone. There was nothing left for me to savour. Missed out on a chance to do some wall-climbing and wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1108985411199183402005-02-21T19:17:00.000+08:002005-02-21T19:30:11.200+08:00Every time I close the door on reality it comes in through the window. -- as texted to me by my DadAfter a hard day's work last Saturday, we watched Street Fusion 5, a dance concert of the UP Street Dance Club. I forgot how much I enjoy watching these performances; considering how much I love dancing. It was a joy to see such movements. I can't admit to having liked all the dances since R&B wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1108710573751899862005-02-18T14:58:00.000+08:002005-02-18T15:09:33.766+08:00The evening of a well spent life bring its lamps with it. -- Joseph JoubertGot to see Constantine, at last and was pretty impressed with the way the movie played out. Loved it. But then again, I am such an occult freak. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those people who'd start a coven and wear black nail polish and shit like that. I wouldn't even cast spells if someone gave me a book (wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1108560577183809322005-02-16T21:20:00.000+08:002005-02-16T21:29:37.186+08:00The artist, in the ancient world, was not a special kind of man, but every man a special kind of artist. -- Joseph CampbellOff to watch Sideways later. Hope it's as good as everyone says it is. I really need to get away for a while; even if that means I'll be in some dark, cold room with a host of other people. I haven't been in a movie theatre in weeks. This will be a pleasant wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1108482223660097592005-02-15T23:24:00.000+08:002005-02-15T23:43:43.660+08:00Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect, and touch and greet each other. -- Rainer Maria RilkeIt has been a very, very long day. Work has caught up with me. And I feel like I'm drowning here. Everyone has been telling me that I shouldn't work too hard; that I am putting too much unwanted stress into my system. After a while, you have to start thinking that maybe everyone else is wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1108315278143045652005-02-14T01:03:00.000+08:002005-02-14T01:21:18.146+08:00"Do you ever have a normal day?""Yeah, once. It was a Thursday..."-- I, Robot, directed by Alex Proyas and written by Akiva Goldsman and Jeff VintarWhether I'm sick or not, whether my body can take it or not, ready or not, pencils down and pass your papers; I'm going to work in the morning. I am no longer staying in this house, no matter how well I've been treated. There will be no more of wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1108148134801614932005-02-12T02:46:00.000+08:002005-02-12T02:55:34.803+08:00Everyone has a different journey in life. Do not be afraid of the storms; just learn to sail your ship. -- as texted to me by my FatherI hate this weakness. This burden on my back, the ache in my joints, the cracking sound my bones make when I move after having stayed still for a long time. This cloud that hovers over my head. I hate this weakness. This mortal shell we call the body is so wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1108112108396409942005-02-11T16:45:00.000+08:002005-02-12T02:46:30.320+08:00Time to come out of you egg,Crack it open and show your face.Don't conceal what you feel,Let it shine:That you'd like to be always nine. -- Nine, from the musical Nine (words and music by Maury Yeston)I'm sick to the bone. I've been so sick, I didn't eat anything since Wednesday night. I had had no appetite and I've been surviving on water and pineapple juice. At least this is wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1107794605374648892005-02-08T01:33:00.000+08:002005-02-08T00:43:25.373+08:00So I go and I will not be back here again
I'm gone as the day is fading, on white houses
I lied, wrote my injuries all in the dust
In my heart it's the five of us, in white houses
And you, maybe you'll remember me
What I gave is yours to keep, in white houses
-- White Houses, written by Vanessa Carlton and Stephan Jenkins
Climbed up the 40 foot wall and half-way up, I felt my wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1107769589690934132005-02-07T17:38:00.000+08:002005-02-07T17:52:16.610+08:00I'm naked, shameless and peeling back the layers like
Like an onion girl,
Don't try to save me
Just stay away `cuz I might make you cry...
-- Onion Girl, Holly Cole (written by L. Harding & J. Hull)
Did something stupid last night. Considering all the stories I've heard of people getting exploited and all that I know about these things; I put myself in a situation where thingswanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1107540703086075822005-02-05T02:00:00.000+08:002005-02-05T02:11:43.086+08:00You say good, I say you should, will you be there?
Making miracles is hard work,
Most people give up before they happen.
Maybe that's something
Maybe that's one thing more than I've seen
Maybe that's something more than nothing
-- Maybe That's Something, Sheryl Crow
I've been in contact with old friends as of late and it's been good to keep in touch with them. Somewanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1107291087566743912005-02-02T04:42:00.000+08:002005-02-02T04:51:27.566+08:00For the good things you've done; obstacles you've overcome; loves won and lost; dreams and people you continue to lust for... take a bow. They all mean you have a life! -- from my Dad
Distracted. I'm currently very distracted in trying to find a distraction in order to get my mind off certain things. It's a cycle of life, I suppose, or deep down inside, it's what I hope. There's just some wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1107188409863503152005-02-01T01:13:00.000+08:002005-02-01T00:20:09.863+08:00I get up... I walk... I fall. Meanwhile, I keep dancing. -- Hillel the Elder
Today, I went on a trial hosting gig for GMA's show Fanatxt. I did a red carpet show where I interviewed the new graduates of the GMA Artist Center's Acting Workshop for Film and Television as they came out of their BMWs to the theatre where their first movie "Kilig... Pintig... Yanig" was shown.
I hated the parts wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1107144611349691772005-01-31T13:00:00.000+08:002005-01-31T12:10:11.350+08:00The best things in life aren't things. -- As texted to me by my Dad
I was at a gas station smoking outside the convenience store. It was past 12 midnight. I was sitting there and waiting for a friend to pass by. It was a Sunday night (or Monday morning, depends on the type of person you are).
The cars would drive so fast up and down Shaw Boulevard, the noise was deafening and then it was wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1106915313862615892005-01-28T20:19:00.000+08:002005-01-28T20:28:33.863+08:00Everything in moderation, including moderation. -- As texted to me by my Dad
Moderation? I used to know the meaning of the word but apparently, I don't. Yesterday (or was that early this morning?) I was writing a journal entry and they told me they were going to shut down the internet connection for a while, hence the abrupt ending in the previous entry.
But at the time, I don't know what wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1106840822062874342005-01-27T23:24:00.000+08:002005-01-27T23:47:02.063+08:00That which God whispered to the rose and caused it to laugh in full blown beauty, He whispered to my heart and made it a hundred times more beautiful. -- Rumi
I am half the man I felt like I was when I woke up today. I am just so drained, tired, exhausted, spent. Spent the whole day directing my first reality, game show and we did it when everything was falling apart around us. It was truly awanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1106682930958028962005-01-26T03:41:00.000+08:002005-01-26T03:55:30.956+08:00I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old, not knowing that they grow old when they cease to be in love! To a child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly on his own. I would teach the old that death does not come with old age, but with forgetting. -- Gabriel Garcia Marquez
I can't put my finger on it. It's like ice. Coldwanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1106597195511106462005-01-25T03:57:00.000+08:002005-01-25T04:06:35.510+08:00Im taking chances,
I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I wonder slide slide, under the big sky,
whos gonna' take care of me.
-- Taking Chances, Abra Moore
Quick blog. I don't think there's ever been a lower point in my life than 20 minutes ago when I was scouring over other people's desks in the office looking for a lighter. Jesus! There's nothing more pathetic than a smoker looking wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1106585099347847012005-01-25T01:15:00.000+08:002005-01-25T00:44:59.346+08:00Cause I'm a rocket on fire
Look at me go, with my tail on fire
With my tail on fire, on fire
Look at me go, look at me
-- Rocket's Tail (Song for Rocket), written and performed by Kate Bush
Been in the office the whole day... the whole fucking day. Have a lot of work to do and to finish because i've got some personal stuff I want to do tomorrow. That's what I like about my sched. wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1106535619711350862005-01-24T10:20:00.000+08:002005-01-24T11:00:19.710+08:00If you can't laugh at yourself, life is going to seem a whole lot longer than you'd like. -- Garden State, written and directed by Zach Braff
I am just realising that what I really, really love about writing is the act of it, just as much as I love the connection I make with people who read my work. That's why I like blogging so much. I love this whole thing of putting ideas into words. And wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1106481248964266982005-01-23T19:31:00.000+08:002005-01-23T19:54:08.966+08:00"We set out to change the world... ended up changing ourselves."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing. If you don't look at the world."
-- The Velvet Goldmine, written and directed by Todd Haynes
I just love connection. The idea of meeting someone and talking for hours on end and understanding where you both are coming from. With me, you can tell if I like you if I'm wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1106275420546533902005-01-21T10:30:00.000+08:002005-01-21T10:43:40.546+08:00It's all right letting yourself go as long as you can get yourself back. -- Mick Jagger
Wanted to go wall-climbing yesterday since the opportunity opened itself up for me but decided against pushing my body to the limits. Apparently, I am human. I am a modern everyday god trapped in human form and unfortunately, the human body has its limits.
How annoying.
Saw a beautiful movie yesterday. wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1106146304986417452005-01-19T22:33:00.000+08:002005-01-19T22:51:44.986+08:00I'm a child running
With open scissors.
My eyes are bandaged.
-- Love Poem, Charles Simic
Since I've finished with the novel, I've decided to start reading poetry again. I think I've lost whatever poetic language I've accummulated over the years in college and a little bit after. My world has been filled with regular speech; the better to re-create actual dialogue for writing wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1106062915344585082005-01-18T23:31:00.000+08:002005-01-18T23:41:55.343+08:00A sense of humor is a measurement of the extent to which we realize that we are trapped in a world almost totally devoid of reason. Laughter is how we express the anxiety we feel at this knowledge. -- Dave Barry
Woke up and, despite the fact I had work, I decided to be 2 and a half hours late and finished the book The Blue Afternoon. I had been reading it for months already and it usually wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1105990416261222802005-01-18T03:15:00.000+08:002005-01-18T03:33:36.260+08:00Don't judge me `til you've walked a mile in my shoes
Things aren't always as they seem
-- Bartender, written and performed by Keri Noble
I really feel foolish now having entitled my blog as Flight of the Rocketman. I should've really thought about it more. The real signature would have been Modern Everyday Gods and that would have fit me to a tee. Afterall, that's the title of wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1105945577199475592005-01-17T15:00:00.000+08:002005-01-17T15:06:17.200+08:00To get power you need to display absolute pettiness; to exercise power, you need to show true greatness. -- from The Contender
Body is in pain. I am so out of shape. Woke up early today to go wall-climbing and when I got there, found out that on weekdays, Power Up opens at the afternoon. Damn! Went back home and went swimming instead. After the swim, I got so dizzy I had to sit down for wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1105857713839208612005-01-16T14:29:00.000+08:002005-01-16T14:41:53.840+08:00Am I big enough to hear that you never even even think about me?
Why should you ever think about me?
And I thought that I'd outgrow this kind of thing.
Tell me, aren't we supposed to mature or something?
I haven't found that yet, is this as grown-up as we ever get?
Maybe this is as good as it gets.
And years may go by, but I think the heart remains a child.
The mind may grow wise, but thewanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1105704007656777232005-01-14T19:59:00.000+08:002005-01-14T20:00:07.656+08:00It's only a thing after all. Someone owned it before me, someone will own it after. I'm only borrowing it really. We all are. We all get too attached to possessions, to things. They cannot be possessed, utterly, like food or wine. They are only on loan to us, these things we so cherish. -- The Blue Afternoon, William Boyd
Today was rather pleasant. I find myself in good spirits.
I woke wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1105461734758819312005-01-12T01:26:00.000+08:002005-01-12T00:42:14.756+08:00Frodo: I wish none of this had happened.
Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work, Frodo, than the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the ring. In which case you were meant to find it. And that is an encouraging thought.
-- The wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1105377714553039652005-01-11T01:50:00.000+08:002005-01-11T01:21:54.553+08:00Life isn't about finding yourself... Life is about... creating yourself. -- as texted to me by my Dad
I met the new executive producer for one of the shows that I was working on. It was his first day. He comes up to me and says, "Hi. You're Wanggo? Can I ask where's the script for the edit?" I then proceed to tell him that I have to watch/view the materials first before I can hand him thewanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1105291914366054052005-01-10T01:14:00.000+08:002005-01-10T01:31:54.366+08:00I look forward to being older; when what I look like becomes less and less an issue and what I am is the point. -- Susan Sarandon
Spent the whole day with my brother. If there is anything I learned from the holiday season and being with family is that there is no other person that will be there for you than family. Of course, that's a case-to-case basis but on my case, my family will always wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1105215754579702322005-01-09T03:55:00.000+08:002005-01-09T04:22:34.580+08:00Real sharpness comes without effort. -- From Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
Sometimes I wonder why we can't seem to take things for what they are. Not give things more meaning; turn things into symbols; make things more than what they are. Why can't we just take things at face value? Why do we have to live in a world full of symbols? Can't some things just happen and not have to be more wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1105150127448464422005-01-08T09:42:00.000+08:002005-01-08T10:08:47.446+08:00Something is out of reach
Something he wanted
Something is out of reach
He's being taunted
Something is out of reach
That he can't beg or steal nor can he buy
-- "A Campfire Song" by Natalie Merchant
My good, good friend Anne lent me her CD of Nina Simone's greatest hits, a 3 CD compilation of 50 fantastic tracks of the legendary jazz singer and pianist. I've always liked her, wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1105047013169625732005-01-07T05:16:00.000+08:002005-01-07T05:30:13.170+08:00A balanced diet means having a pastry in each hand. -- as texted to me by my Dad
And if you could see, what's come over me, then you would know
Cause I'm walkin' free, the wind at my back, bathed in afterglow.
-- Afterglow, written and performed by Vanessa Carlton
It's harder than I thought, searching for a house. I thought there'd be so many waiting out there; the wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1105019875815726742005-01-06T21:44:00.000+08:002005-01-06T21:57:55.816+08:00If there were no waves, the moon could not break itself into a thousand pieces and dance. -- as texted to me by my Dad
I just watched Michael Moore's Fahrenheit 9/11 yesterday. Pretty powerful stuff. It was foolish of me to think that a documentary had to be objective. I never realised that you could write your documentary in a subjective manner. I thought it would take away the point of wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1104868538855692892005-01-05T03:52:00.000+08:002005-01-05T03:55:38.856+08:00For all that has been, thanks; to all that will be, yes! -- as texted to me by my Dad
I have just been awashed with emotions. I am overwhelmed. I just saw Finding Neverland and I must say that this is my favourite film ever. I think it is the most beautiful film I have ever seen. I think it is even better than Magnolia which has been my most favourite of films since I've seen it.
I can't wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1104788074494882872005-01-04T05:24:00.000+08:002005-01-04T05:34:34.496+08:00Another year has passed and we begin a new one. As we flex our muscles for the work ahead, let us take time to observe the horizon of our life for then we will know what work we've done and what work needs to be done. Let us live the moment but always eyes set to the distance. Move forward. Do not linger. There is much to see, much to be. It is a new life. We are charged to direct its wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1104746750192610712005-01-03T18:00:00.000+08:002005-01-03T18:05:50.193+08:00Things that matter should never be at the mercy of things that don't. -- Goethe
Apparently, I've prepared for the coming year and found myself to be just okay financially... I prepared and fooled myself into thinking I had no money so there was no over-spending during the holidays. So now, everything is okay now. I'm just fine! Ha Ha Ha I can't believe I have to fool myself and hide money wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1104670501757347102005-01-02T20:45:00.000+08:002005-01-02T20:55:01.756+08:00In architecture, as in art, the more you reduce the more exacting your standards must be. The more you strip down and eliminate, the greater the pressure on, the import of, what remains. - The Blue Afternoon, William Boyd
There is no more other. Never called, never tried to reach me and I tried and tried and "I'm sorry, not home." Or the phone would ring and ring and no one would pick it up.wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1104405617119893372004-12-30T19:12:00.000+08:002004-12-30T19:20:17.120+08:00Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature... Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. -- Helen Keller
Life is once again uncertain. I rush head first into a new year a little short of cash, a lot of work to do and a hazy destination in sight. This is probably going to be a fun year for me.
There's no point when it isn't challenging anymore, I guess. Why am I wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1104074624590483352004-12-26T23:09:00.000+08:002004-12-26T23:23:44.590+08:00I'm walking through the desert
And I am not frightened although it's hot
I have all that I requested
And I do not want what I haven't got
-- I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got, Sinead O'Connor
I ask God to grant me the ability to enjoy my vacation because I am going absolutely nuts and ballistic being stuck here when there is still so much work that needs to be finished back home in wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1103907561204526992004-12-25T01:56:00.000+08:002004-12-25T00:59:21.203+08:00Season's greetings from Bacolod.
I hope you are all having a wonderful Christmas and that the spirit of gratitude is with you.
For after all, isn't Christmas the celebration of the birth of Christ? And wasn't Christ put on this Earth to save us from our sins? In other words, we are celebrating God's sacrifice of His son for our sake. This celebration is all about how much God love's us. wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1103616142494272342004-12-21T15:43:00.000+08:002004-12-21T16:05:50.866+08:00Without the pain there'd be no learning
Without the hurting there'd be no change
-- Constellation of the Heart, Kate Bush
Tomorrow early morning, I'll be on a plane ride to Bacolod. For the first time since October, I'll be able to get a good night's sleep. For the first time since October, I'll be able to not think about work.
Unless my brothers and cousins decide to wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1103484731189582762004-12-20T03:14:00.000+08:002004-12-20T03:32:11.190+08:00How long `til my soul gets it right?
Can any human being ever reach that kind of light?
-- Galileo, by the Indigo Girls (written by Emily Saliers)
It was the Christmas party of my office last Saturday. And I've never had so much fun in an office party than that night. I felt like I belonged and I was really interested in the people that were there and making sure that I wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1103280483693470592004-12-17T18:33:00.000+08:002004-12-17T18:48:03.693+08:00But why is desire suffering? Because want leaves a world in tatters? How else but in tatters should a world be? -- Why I'm Not a Buddhist, Molly Peacock
If we were even to attempt to try and understand human nature and why we do the things we do, it would leave us in shambles. After all, everybody changes. Psychology proves that there are existing patterns. But people break them. People wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1103173001382507632004-12-16T13:38:00.000+08:002004-12-16T12:56:41.383+08:00Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well-preserved body but rather totally used up screaming, "Woohoo! What a ride!" -- As texted to me by my Dad from a forwarded e-mail
And what is life supposed to be like, really? Just a bunch of dreams that we are always trying to acquire and some of them you do get and the others just remain dreams, wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1103105414772224552004-12-15T17:53:00.000+08:002004-12-15T18:10:14.773+08:00And all we wanted was the dream
To have and to hold that precious little thing
Like every generation yields
A new born hope unjaded by their years
-- Wait, Sarah McLachlan
And how does one ever become innocent again? How does one stand up against the rigid cruelty of experience to accept things willingly and with open eyes? How does one choose to look into the sun, wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1103036043221144582004-12-14T22:43:00.000+08:002004-12-14T22:54:03.220+08:00Love is all about timing. It doesn't matter if you find the right one for you if you found them too soon or too late. -- paraphrased from Wong Kar Wai's 2046
Despite a killer schedule, I found the time to go to the movie theatre and watch Wong Kar Wai's fantastic 2046. Haven't seen it? Go. You won't find a more moving picture. It took my breath away. It was completely worth the effort. wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1102671313499399132004-12-10T17:08:00.000+08:002004-12-10T17:35:13.500+08:00Oh, for the days when Quality was king, and we were its servants; we lost our common sense and it was fine. When we searched for Excellence! Remember Excellence? -- As texted to me by my Dad
I was having a meeting last night when one of the people at the meeting told us this interesting Chinese belief. I'll try to articulate it properly even if I don't have visual aids.
Think about a cup. wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1102505164273964132004-12-08T19:11:00.000+08:002004-12-08T19:26:04.273+08:00A true friend stabs you in the front. -- Oscar Wilde
Exhausted out of my mind, I had more work thrown at my lap and so I ended up staying late at the office the other day. A long talk with my better half and then a good long smoke outside helped me get into certain frame of mind.
I was asking myself the questions I was pondering about before. I would really love to have all that extra cash wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1102358183783151752004-12-07T02:30:00.000+08:002004-12-07T02:45:55.050+08:00All I've done, I've done for me
All you gave, you gave for free
I gave nothing in return
And there's little left of me
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
-- Days, written and performed by David Bowie
Something for me to ponder: how can I possibly achieve all that I want in my life if I won't learn to sacrifice some of the things that I love to do to buy me wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1102348150458341572004-12-06T23:36:00.000+08:002004-12-07T05:34:31.040+08:00To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with Spring. -- George Santayana
My back is killing me. There is a pain, a pressing point pain on my back, right beside my left shoulder blade. And we had a studio shoot and it was so cold that it just aggravated the pain. All of a sudden, things like laughing was just so painful. Taking things for wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1102236145521409452004-12-05T16:26:00.000+08:002004-12-05T16:42:25.520+08:00The pleasure is all mine
To get to be the generous one
Is the strongest stance
-- Pleasure Is All Mine by Bjork
On my way to work, I bought myself a regular yum and spaghetti meal from Jollibee so that I would have something to eat later while working. On my way up to the MRT station, I saw this child, dirty, ragged and begging and I just walked away. wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1102156574127637142004-12-04T18:28:00.000+08:002004-12-04T18:36:14.126+08:00Nothing great will ever be achieved without great men, and men are great only if they are determined to be so. -- Charles de Gaulle
Bjork's Medulla is finally out. I just bought it and I can't wait to get home to hear it.
Life is really sketchy right now. The clouds ahead are hazy. The typhoon never reached its critical mass on its way here, it was barely felt and the skies are sunny and wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1102073235309012912004-12-03T18:56:00.000+08:002004-12-03T19:27:15.310+08:00Find out who you are, then do it on purpose. -- Dolly Parton
Well, it was suppose to be typhoon signal number 4 and so I wholed up in my friend's house to watch some dvds and laser discs and then the storm just blew away.
It just vanished.
And my friend's condominium unit is on the 31st floor and has a great view of EDSA and Makati and I was expecting to see a great flood come in and wipe wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1101796011819028422004-11-30T14:04:00.000+08:002004-11-30T14:26:51.820+08:00Our strength is often composed of the weakness that we're damned if we're going to show. -- Mignon McLaughlin
I found myself spending most of the weekend watching dvds... again. But that's fine with me, really since I love watching dvds. I got to see the French Film Criminal Lovers by Ozon, One Missed Call, that Japanese horror-fest and a whole lot of episodes of Queer as Folk seasons 2 and wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1101469891361424692004-11-26T19:36:00.000+08:002004-11-26T19:51:31.360+08:00One word frees us from all the weight and pain in life. That word is love. -- Sophocles
I've really changed. I am no longer a "going-out" kind of person. I can't handle it. I don't know what to do in those sort of situations. Before, I would rise to the occasion, now I just find myself bored out of my mind. I don't really enjoy hanging around in a crowded, noisy bar drinking over-priced wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1101434628974263502004-11-26T09:47:00.000+08:002004-11-26T10:03:48.973+08:00After I promise to love you forever
What happens to us if I fail?
I fear that my heart is a wavering thing and
I'm scared that your heart is frail
Do I give up and just let go
Or remain, I don't know
What does this say about me?
-- About Me, written and performed by Keri Noble
For a while, I was frightened by the idea that I might've been single for wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1101062165867155462004-11-22T02:18:00.000+08:002004-11-22T02:36:05.866+08:00We learn from history that we do not learn from history. -- Georg Hegel
I just saw the most beautiful face in the whole world and it belongs to a 2 month old baby. My niece Eve is the first baby that ever made me want to pick up a baby and cradle it in my arms. I did. I was so stiff and apparently, babies can tell when someone is not comfortable or scared and they start fidgeting. My wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1101019585141233972004-11-21T14:35:00.000+08:002004-11-21T14:46:25.140+08:00Common sense mutters:
it can't be true...
But the seed has been planted,
and when has happiness ever required
much evidence to begin
its leaf-green breathing?
-- The Truro Bear, Mary Oliver
Should I go or should I stay? Apparently things are getting worse and worse and worse... The Philippines is getting bad. Money is disappearing and wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1100947215532209332004-11-20T18:27:00.000+08:002004-11-20T18:40:15.533+08:00For this is wisdom: to love, to live, to take what fate or the gods may give; to ask no question, to make no prayer; to kiss the lips and caress the hair; speed passion's ebb as you greet its flow; to have, to hold and to let go! -- received from a text
The rains have come and they slow down my pace around this city. Funny how I used to love the rain but now I find it so irratating. Or maybe wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1100788644339849712004-11-18T21:59:00.000+08:002004-11-18T22:37:24.340+08:00I like this resonance
It elevates me
I don't recognize myself
This is very interesting
-- Headphones, Bjork (written by Bjork and Tricky)
I just discovered that someone put up a friendster account with my name and my pictures, which they got from the internet. They put some false information there.
One: I'm no longer associated with DLSU or Blue Bottle and Iwanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1100676535715027342004-11-17T15:18:00.000+08:002004-11-17T15:28:55.716+08:00I have learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine. Teach me to know thy words in pain and death. -- Rabindranath Tagore
I found myself watching a DVD of Sarah McLachlan's performance for VH1's Storytellers. I'm a fan; for me to say that it was extraordinary would just be stating the obvious. I'm a subjective, biased fuck, so sue me.
But there is so much beauty in herwanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1100532903384637342004-11-15T22:57:00.000+08:002004-11-15T23:35:03.383+08:00Be drunk, always. Nothing else matters; this is our sole concern. To ease the pain as Time's dread burden weighs down upon you shoulder and crushes you to earth, you must be drunk without respite. Drunk with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you please. But be drunk. -- Baudelaire
I'm back from La Union. We even took a side trip to Baguio where I went to the ukay-ukay/wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1100287827513392132004-11-13T03:20:00.000+08:002004-11-13T03:30:27.513+08:00Do you hate him `cause he's pieces of you -- Pieces of You, Jewel Kilcher
Because of work, I'm off to La Union for the weekend. Thank God for Ramadan and the long weekends. I'll be there for awhile, shooting surfers, the beach, take a swift trip to the ukay-ukay in Baguio and shooting our hosts, being themselves and enjoying every minute of it. It's almost kind of like a working vacation, wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1100246210440515822004-11-12T15:43:00.000+08:002004-11-12T15:56:50.440+08:00My body is as good as cash. -- Something I want to put on a tight fitting shirt and wear out
I let go last night. Gave in to the dark again. It was fun. It was great. It was the way it had always been and felt wonderful because it had been a while. As always, give it some time in between and it will be great everytime and, more importantly, you won't get lost in it. You won't start to wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1100022748935097142004-11-10T01:41:00.000+08:002004-11-10T01:52:28.936+08:00Look at everything as though you were seeing it for the first or last time. Then your time on earth will be glorious! -- As texted to me by my Dad
Got to watch The Incredibles today and I was so pleased. I enjoyed the movie greatly! It appealed completely to my childhood fantasy of wanting to become a super-hero, as well as appealing to my sensibilities as a grown-up who is looking for wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1099854201112017552004-11-08T02:48:00.000+08:002004-11-08T03:03:21.113+08:00I have to be very grateful. Many people texted me, sending their regrets over what I had written on a previous entry. Thank you very much for your concern. It was very sweet and thoughtful of everybody.
Undoubtedly, I am happy to say that everything is fine. Everything is back to normal. It was a lie, all the breaking up and the words in text and hushed responses to my queries. My better wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1099597681643998472004-11-05T03:45:00.000+08:002004-11-05T03:48:01.643+08:00And just like that... It's over.
I didn't think I was going to be the type of person who got dumped through a text message. I thought, at the very least, I deserved to be told in person.
There's just no dignity in that. How do you pick up the pieces? We talked, for sure. I texted back. But since it seems that the other has no intention of coming back to me; all I have is the memory of wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1099553876820586162004-11-04T15:28:00.000+08:002004-11-04T15:37:56.820+08:00I watch the cars out on the streets in the rain
Years and years are floating past
Boats and wounds and dreams and hopes and me
Where did I go?
-- Hiroshima, written and performed by Cynthia Alexander
After many weeks, I finally got to watch a movie in a movie theatre again. It was bliss. Unfortunately, the movie was disappointing. I wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1099488294539394422004-11-03T21:04:00.000+08:002004-11-03T21:24:54.540+08:00My feeling about technique in art is that it has the same value as technique in lovemaking. That is to say, heartful ineptitude has its charm and so has heartless skill, but what you really want is passionate virtuosity. -- John Barth
I can't believe Bjork's Medulla hasn't arrived yet. I asked the people at Music One and they told me that MCA Universal doesn't know whether they will be wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1099412605016718352004-11-03T01:15:00.000+08:002004-11-03T00:23:25.016+08:00Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. The most successful people are the ones who turned their fears into talents. -- Goethe
I've been able to rest, finally. I was able to spend time with my parents and just pretty much laze around. It was pretty cool considering the fact that I've been on my feet for a week and a half without rest. It was all about work. It was great, but so was wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1099217454253679442004-10-31T17:59:00.000+08:002004-10-31T18:10:54.253+08:00First I dream my painting, then I paint my dream -- Vincent Van Goh
I have discovered that I am at my most happiest when I am working. When I am a productive member of society, I am at my best. When I produce something and it serves the purpose that it was made for, I am fine. I am good. Life is good when I am busy with work.
Does this make me a workaholic? I don't know. Maybe? All I wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1098914008581092182004-10-28T05:39:00.000+08:002004-10-28T05:53:28.583+08:00The biggest blessing came when I realized that the more I love the so-called dark parts of me, the happier I become. The more I am ok with being angry, confused, vengeful, attached -- all those bad, insecure, self-hating aspects -- the better I feel. Some people think, if I push negative thoughts away I'll be happy. But I don't know anyone who's happy when they're pushing away parts of wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1098816112005342332004-10-27T02:23:00.000+08:002004-10-27T02:41:52.006+08:00"Imagination," said Crake. "Men can imagine their own deaths, they can see them coming, and the mere thought of impending death acts like an aphrodisiac. A dog or a rabbit doesn't behave like that. Take birds -- in a lean season they cut down on the eggs, or they won't mate at all. They put their energy into staying alive themselves until times get better. But human beings hope they can wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1098802633402120392004-10-26T22:26:00.000+08:002004-10-26T22:57:13.403+08:00This weary world of ours, sure has a lot of woes, and I offer you, my friend, the words of a delusionary old warrior from a time long gone: Dios que da la llaga, da la medicina. (God who renders the wound, sends the medicine) -- from Don Quixote, Miguel De Cervantes
What is it that I want right now? I'm thinking up of saving for my trip to India next year or should I save up for a car?
Let'swanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1098637466940137972004-10-25T01:49:00.000+08:002004-10-25T01:04:26.940+08:00Memory is great as long as you don't have to deal with the past. -- from Before Sunset, screenplay by Richard Linklater, Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy
Right now, I'm reading Margaret Atwood's Oryx and Crake and enjoying it. Actually, as long as I am reading again I'm happy. I haven't read anything in a while, busy with work, dealing with drama and getting over things. But I'm glad to be back wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1098363197994356732004-10-21T20:36:00.000+08:002004-10-21T20:53:17.993+08:00Oh, lots of things happen to folks. Sicknes or bein' poor and hungry even -- bein' old and afeard to die. That's the way it is -- cradle to the grave. And you can stand it. There's one way. You gotta be hearty... You cain't deserve the sweet and tender things in life less'n you're tough. -- from Oklahoma! by Oscar and Hammerstein
Still got of work to do. I fear I might be running out of wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1098282162827780722004-10-20T22:08:00.000+08:002004-10-20T22:22:42.826+08:00We are here on Earth to do good to others. What the others are here for, I don't know. -- W.H. Auden
There's nothing like a tiring day at work, but satisfied to know that you've done a pretty okay job. In fact, it feels great to have gone the distance and really took that extra mile to do everything well and good and the best you could given the circumstance. May I repeat myself? I really wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1098160445837659232004-10-19T13:24:00.000+08:002004-10-19T12:34:05.836+08:00News is something somebody doesn't want printed; all else is advertising. -- William Randolph Hearst
I asked the universe for work. I worked hard to show people that I wanted to work. I sent out my resume and ask people if they knew of anything that I could do for them. And now, I'm working again and the work load is heavy, the monetary compensation is not enough for the amount of work I'll wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1097997987751922782004-10-17T15:10:00.000+08:002004-10-17T15:26:27.753+08:00Nice going operational fly in a brave space. Your mind is on the line. Coy saints like trivial farces and hazy places. Now lay down your strain put your breeze on. Confy in your reason now and speak out her name. -- She Likes Pine, sung by Marie Frank and written by Nikolaj Grandjean
Work is starting to pile up again. Cycles of life. Everything is picking up. As the Chinese horoscope wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1097816636377944782004-10-15T13:53:00.000+08:002004-10-15T13:03:56.376+08:00Ah, the direct approach! I love that from a man with a mask... -- The Penguin from Batman Returns
I always try to be honest, straight-forward and upfront with people. It really is the best way to live; it keeps things simple. It keeps the complications away. I don't have to deal with so much bull-shit and I don't have to remember and keep track of mine, if I always try to remain honest and wanggohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18428694486926913825noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6092056.post-1097552906071925312004-10-12T11:43:00.000+08:002004-10-17T19:47:56.313+08:00So be gentle if you please, because your hand is in my hair but my heart is in your teeth, baby, and that makes me want to make you near me always -- Near You Always, Jewel
I have been absent as of late. My mind is in the clouds, my heart has jumped and is somewhere between Milky Way and beyond. I am in euphoric bliss. I am beside myself with joy.
I am in a place I have not been before.
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