In A World Where Grammar Does Not Exist

swing these winds, dear doe
swing the winds and let the
dews foil your drowsy cheek.
let the words trail over
your sweet tongue

and heart of clumsy steel,
a wink away from
the wisp of wit.
i wish i had the clamor
to be fed with
fiery passions again,
but my fire has long doused,
and amongst the ashes
there lay my grief
of a lost heart.

you took my passion with that
insignificant word coming
from that more idiotic
piece of crap.
i wish you success,
but this shall be last
word for you,
and my last penance.

- In A World Where Grammar 

Does Not Exist

So Sue Me

Sleepless

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Tried to sleep, but I can't and I wonder why.

Tried the internet to lull myself to sleep...still awake.

Mother caught me still awake...and I still can't sleep.

The seconds are ticking, ticking, inside my head. I can't sleep.


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Nocturne by Mao Asada

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I am not an expert of figure skating at all, but I have come to love the sport after seeing random clips of women and men gliding along the ice as if lurching into triple-triples is not a hard feat.

From all the videos I have watched, there seems to be a general consensus on figure skating, especially when it comes to interpreting music. Softer music is harder to interpret, especially in a short program where you have to have all the technicalities done.

Maybe that was the reason why I instantly got hooked with Japanese skater Mao Asada when I came across this particular video. She was skating to Nocturne by Chopin, and just seeing her glide along the ice and make those powerful jumps, spins and spirals along with the notes leaves me breathless.


You may see it for yourself:





There is a certain lightness in her skating which hooked me to her as compared to other skaters. And though, on most of the literature I read about her tells me her artistry and connection to the music is dull and bland, I have to beg to disagree on that.

I know about her triple axels, and that is a very hard feat in itself, especially for the ladies. But I seriously believe that's not all she's worth.

Especially when I saw her skate to this, to another soft music.






She may not be as facially expressive as the other skaters, but she still is. Even her body language says it all, especially to the choreography she uses to the nuances of the notes.

I have my own preferences, and that is why I like Mao-chan a lot.

May you be successful this season, Mao-chan.


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Fascination

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I realized that I have developed an eager fascination with a man I do not know.
Just because I watch too much Discovery Channel in Iloilo.

He loves the cat family.
He is Rogue Nature's host.
Again, he is so friendly with cats.
My soulmate, wait for me.

His name is DAVE SALMONI.

But I am more in love with that cute, fluffy, furry, sweet tiger.
Awww! So huggable!

credits to original source

You can look him up here.



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Awakenings

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After a couple of visits and mobile correspondence with my friends and family, I realized a lot of things:

1. The museum is not what I expected. More stories were kept shut than told to the world.

2. Harry Potter won't get out of my head for unknown reasons.

3. Charice's Note to God is invading Iloilo's radio stations.

4. I discovered my sense of purpose: I am here acting as a surrogate real estate lawyer for my beloved parents whose job description includes staring into unfamiliar walls and ceilings and deciphering the Ilonggo language like a true champ.


5. I could stare and read a load of fiction the whole day and I won't have any work done.

6. Where is everybody's salary? Has it become an issue of national importance?

7. I miss my pets. My family. Even that blasted coffee shop my friend frequents - and I hate coffee.

8. My best friend is in Zamboanga, too.

9. SS Laconia is also called as the Silver Queen.

10. The internet saves the day - and my sanity.

From Iloilo with love

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The sunshine looks lovely against an ocean mast.

Hello, Iloilo. :)

credits to the owner

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In the arms of an angel

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Rest in peace, Sister Merced.

Your absence will always send a hole in my heart, of despair.

You have always been my strength. You bring all of STC strength.

With you gone and having crossed over, I felt that I've gone away, too, never to be whole again.

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Have I told you...

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Have I told you that I loved the rain?
That I hate bringing umbrellas?
That I can consume 25 flat tops in a sitting, in a day?

If you love me, you should know that. But you don't. You never did and you never will.
We barely meet, stare and touch. You were a figment of my shattered past.

A final let go of hopes of "what could be".
Who knows?
Maybe I don't care anymore.



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New Quote

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"Affection is hard to find, acceptance is harder to receive and trust is hardest to gain."

A new quote I was able to make for myself.
This will be my new mantra.



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Healing Dusts

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After three days, I'm back to work with a sickness I still haven't cured.

Long live the dusts of North Reclamation Area.

 credits to the real owner

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Winds

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Winds touch my cheeks
caresses me at these peaks
Cry me a song, my love
I have no freedom as that of a dove
A first tear, a first smile, loudest laughs, cacophony of laughter.
Depression is for dead souls and misery is for the weary.
I smile. I cry. My tears are dry for I laugh out with the pain.


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My Love...

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Oh Keisi...
Was I too irresponsible?
Why did you pass away?
How about Rukia?
What about me?



Keisi, my darling dalmatian
(1999-2009)




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Firsts

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First day.
First wait.
First time to wake up early after a month of self-inflicted hibernation.

The beauty of waiting is that you know every second counts.



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Annoyance

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Annoyance is a face of bird's nest hair, flamboyant words and nonsense talk that seeks to make sense.

I want my silence, ironically found in a movie night with best friends, with siblings, with family.

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Limbo

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I bought a book on photography,
called up that photo rental
and tried setting up my life in full ammo.
such a limbo...




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