disciple-to-[n]one

borrowed Summer Finn’s fancy dress & Tom Hansen’s suave stance

Monday, June 28, 2010

Me & my man~

 

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yu tee ay…bay bay

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

 UTI bye bye!

CranUTI. I hope you’ll keep me guarded, my newfound friend.

 

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he’s my neighbor, so I guess I must be

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

as crazy as Crazzzy Dave!

*wag na init ulo, Cathy.

    … Cathy…*

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I’ve gone barking mad.

Monday, June 21, 2010





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ciudad

Thursday, June 17, 2010

The blinking colon sandwiched between the numbers could be so damn annoying, when you’re at work and watching the clock. The malady of the human spirit. Each time I’m somewhere, I want to be somewhere else. Crash these cubicle walls and run like mad in an open field. Take me away, oh big motherfucking cosmos. I want sand on my toes, saltwater on my skin, dirt underfoot, and the gentle morning rays that make me squint. Damn this pavement, hot like it could burn my soles. The hideous buildings that block my armstretch of sky, go fuck yourself, corporate world! In the end, the Sky will prevail. I’m afraid to become dust. But if from it we were borne, I guess, there’s nothing to fear.

Each time I’m somewhere, I want to be somewhere else. And that ’somewhere else’ is anywhere with you. On second thought, I’m scared shitless of dying, because I want so badly to be with you. Always. On second thought, I can endure the ugly city & its cruel pavements & dark cityscapes; just to be with you. I sometimes hate how I’ve changed so much. But through it all, I appreciate you. And what I’ve become with you.

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s&h

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

i love she & him

 

  

The cars and freeways implore me to stay away
Out of this place
My mother said just keep your head
And play it as it lays

I somehow see what’s beautiful
In things that are ephemeral
I’m my only friend, am I?
Love is just a piece of time
In the world
In the world

And I couldn’t help but fall in love again
No, I couldn’t help but fall in love again

~I Thought I Saw your Face Today|She & Him, Vol I

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wahoo

Monday, June 14, 2010

  

 

 

 

 

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cartoonified kettie koala

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

   On my idle time at work [& oh there were many; before today, that is] I browsed the interweb [as Liz Lemon calls it] for Adobe Photoshop tutorials. It’s amazing how there’s so much information out there, and the possibilities created by Creative Suites! I only have Pshop CS3 pre-loaded on my notebook, so I had to make do.

These need a lot of improvement. Hey give me a break, I’m still edumacating meself.

 


 

 

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comedy + drama = whuck?

Friday, June 4, 2010

Exceptionally hilarious comedians are those who are also intelligent. As with Lee Evans, and his observations of daily life transcribed into monologues. Locally, I think Vice Ganda’s the equivalent of Evans. Check out this interview:

I laughed the most on the part where he mentioned the ‘hinete’ & when he said, ‘may pagnanasang pumaslang’ 

Extremely, dangerously funny. [Plus, I envy his legs. don’t we, girls?]

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EmDick

IN A LIBRARY.

A precious, mouldering pleasure ‘t is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,

His venerable hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.

His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The literature of old;

What interested scholars most,
What competitions ran
When Plato was a certainty.
And Sophocles a man;

When Sappho was a living girl,
And Beatrice wore
The gown that Dante deified.
Facts, centuries before,

He traverses familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true;
He lived where dreams were sown.

His presence is enchantment,
You beg him not to go;
Old volumes shake their vellum heads
And tantalize, just so.

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