July 23, 2005

calbine:

you've been holding on to something that doesn't promise anything. man, get some dignity. it's not worth the time and space, sweat and blood, salt and pepper, cookies and cream. i was listening to this song this morning and i realized i'm listening to what i wish should be your thoughts...

separate lives
you called me from the room in your hotel
all full of romance for someone that you met
and telling me how sorry you were, leaving so soon
and that you miss me sometimes
when you’re alone in your room
do i feel lonely too?
you have no right to ask me how i feel
you have no right to speak to me so kind
we can’t go on just holding on to time
now that we’re living separate lives
i held on to let you go
and if you lost your love for me,
you never let it show
there was no way to compromise
it’s so typical, love leads to isolation
so you build that wall
and you make it stronger
you have no right to ask me how I feel
you have no right to speak to me so kind
someday i might find myself looking in your eyes
but for now, we’ll go on living
separate lives -

eyed at 9:48 AM

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July 22, 2005

Two Tales


Last night, while aboard the train, a man opened my backpack. He was sitting and I was standing - my bag dangling in front of him - when he did it. Luckily, I felt my bag's zipper being opened. When I turned, I saw him pulling away his hand from the backpack. Incidentally, the seat beside him got vacated and I occupied it. Throughout the remaining trip, it seemed the man suddenly had a stiff neck. He couldn't look at my direction.


This morning, while I was crossing the Kalayaan road, trying to beat the rushing cars, my cellphone fell from my backpack. It was the tricycle driver who was also crossing the street who called my attention. And there I saw my cell phone, its casing, and battery, splattered on the road. The driver stopped his tricycle in the middle of the road to stop the approaching cars. Thus, I was able to pick-up the cell phone pieces. Thank you, thank you, kind stranger!!!

important note: the picture is not the actual backpack. it is a wish. :)

eyed at 12:27 PM

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July 20, 2005

Things I saw while walking* from the LRT’s legarda station to the office this morning

  1. Little pools of rainwater on the road when I get out of the station.
  2. A female student in white uniform just finished her stick of Marlboro lights and threw the butt on the street.
  3. A slab of pork being grilled and dripping with fat.
  4. Four lampposts with the lights still on.
  5. Five college boys removing their earrings as they approach their school's entrance.
  6. Trees at Mendiola sidewalks in full green leafy bloom, old yellow leaves underneath.
  7. Small chirping birds of similar brownish colors: two birds jumping together on the wet pavement, one bird flying, six birds jumping on the pavement and flying separately, lone bird jumping on a shrub.
  8. Four butches, seen in installment.
  9. While entering Malacanang’s Mendiola gate, a man and a woman were eating balut in front of the balut vendor.
  10. An old white taxi parked amidst shiny private cars.
  11. Nine pedicabs with ten men at a parking lot corner.
  12. Seven street sweepers: two were eating noodles, five sweeping close together, one picking leaves across the street.
  13. Eight no-parking signs.
  14. Five pedestrian-crossing signs.
  15. One guard grinning and another blocking a driveway.
  16. One hagad (mobile police).

*Normally, I make two short jeepney rides to get to the office.

eyed at 1:16 PM

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July 18, 2005

4-3-10 & 8

I wish us well,
it’s over.
Don't worry, I always bring that jacket

to repel predictable rains.



eyed at 1:06 PM

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July 13, 2005

And the end
of all our exploring
will be to arrive
where we started
and see the place
for the first time.

--T.S. Eliot

eyed at 1:13 PM

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