nine

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Day 9. 29 Dec 2013.

eVERything reMINDS ME oF YoU, and I wANt to EScaPE it AlL.


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eight

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Day 8. 28 Dec 2013.

At one point, it was all flowers. They are meticulously arranged, with great care, so each petal and stem and thorn is perfectly seen and perfectly appreciated. In another, it was all flowing lines, like lifestream. It follows no path but it flows freely, like what one’s soul should be in its path to achievement of “greater things.” In here, though, there’s nothing but chaos and discourse—why should it be perfect? Anything I put in there, just to fill the space. Just to perfect the art of preoccupation.


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seven

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Day 7. 27 Dec 2013.

Sometimes it rains. Sometimes, hope, like a beautiful scene, breaks. Sometimes it turns upside down, but I like it. They’re all in boxes, and they form my life.

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green

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Day 6. 26 Dec 2013.

It is surprising how easy it would have been. To let go. You already saw blood, you were yearning for carnage. It was a fury like no other. And yet you held it in with a smile so tame, no one actually knew that what is actually blooming inside you is madness.


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marilyn

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"Here’s what I remember most: her embrace. Her belief in me. And the joy she gave. That was her gift. When I think of her now, I think of that time when a dream came true. And my only talent was not to close my eyes."

- Colin Clark (My Week With Marilyn, 2011)

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holiday cheer

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Day 5. 25 Dec 2013.

Merry Christmas!


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blue

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Day 4. 24 Dec 2013.

Swimming in an ocean of tumulous thoughts, I think of nothing but them. If I could wish for one thing, just for this moment, I wish for an asphyxiation of the brain. Then I would no longer think. Then I would no longer feel and I would no longer care about things I could not—and will never be able to—control.

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violet

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Day 3. 23 Dec 2013.

I feel it burst inside me, like a reckoning. I know it is hard to contain, like an undefinable hunger or thirst for something that has not existed yet.


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orange

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Day 2. 22 Dec 2013. 

As it spilled itself, I was left hanging on a precipice of uncertainty.

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red

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Day 1. 21 Dec 2013.

I search for eons, I search for stars, and all I see is a big expanse of nothingness.

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inclusive growth

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We were so stressed before February 20, but after THE meeting, everything is finally all set. I am so excited for March 20---Secretary Jimenez of DOT and Secretary Soliman of DSWD already gave their initial yes's! :)

And yes, we finally finished our invites! Cebu, Visayas, are we ready for inclusive growth? =)

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A Google Valentine's (Yr 2)

One of the things I always look forward to seeing on February 14 is the quirky creation GoogleDoodles would make for this special day.

It didn't seem so long ago that I made a post about last year's Valentine doodle, and back then I honestly believe Google could never top that one. I'm so glad I was proven wrong once again (but this is Google--of course I would be proven wrong!)

yay

It might seem petty to a lot of people, but not to me. This is an accomplishment worthy to be noted on history BECAUSE I DID IT (Yes, I am very excited about this)!

When I was tasked to do the layout of a project brief we will be distributing to our foreign donors for their field visit, I was not so hesitant about it until I realized I have to do a layout of the folder as well.

I panicked at first because I am not familiar with layouting folders. Booklets, brochures and signages I can do, but not materials that require more assembly than folding, stapling or perfect binding.
But Google saved the day. After acquiring initial info on folder templates and how I should make my material printer-ready, everything was a breeze already. And yes, I feel like one proud mama when I finally saw the fruits of my labour (and there were no complaints from the printing company I sent the design to).

I accomplished another milestone just because I did not give up. Yay! :)

Pirates

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Those who know me know how much a freak I can be when it comes to pirates.

Back then, when I was a kid, I enjoyed jumping from the top of our closets and fly like Captain Cook as if he had the powers of Peter Pan. Then land in the comforts of our beds and giggle like crazy, the taste of flight still on my tongue.

Sometimes, I never get to land on the bed. But that would be another story I never want to disclose.

It does not come out as a surprise then if I stalk on Pirates of the Carribean like a ravenous wolf. I love pirates and the exciting stories they keep within them, hooks and all.

And, then, there's also what we call anime.

Those who know me know how I never got over this obsession.

Until now, I still pine on the latest episodes of Bleach, Naruto and One Piece while I reminisce on the hundred others I've just finished watching.

Now, here comes One Piece, which I have also grown to love.

And here comes Captain Jack of Pirates.

Bring them all together, and what would it be?

The result is this.

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I honestly LOLed myself to sleep for this cuteness overload.

Credit goes to LPSPALMER for this wonderful art I got to see back there in Deviantart.



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Iris

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The iris will never look as lovely as when it knows that one is grieving.

When I have long given up on the fact that I might still find the one I've been looking for all this time, I somewhat knew that the irises were blooming lovingly at a very surprising rate, milking my grief for what it's worth. (It wasn't worth a lot).

The same happens to a tragic love story that happened way back in the post-medieval times, when a samurai, in his blinded rage to protect the one he has learned to love, unintentionally shot his sword through his lover's chest, killing her instantly.

It was a rain of blood, so much blood, they say.

And the irises had been the prettiest for the next seasons after that, which still left a lot of people marveling why.

The wounds that I keep inside are feeding the irises alive, more alive than I have ever been. And though I know that someone out there is happily wondering at such beauty of nature, I can't help but be selfish, thinking who would ever sacrifice his or her own happiness to make mine real.

We are all irises in our own right—we all should know that.

But first, I have to find a way that would make me believe that loving you from afar will already be enough, or the irises will continue to strive.


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