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northern sky

Posted by poeticnook on 8/31/2005 10:02:00 PM in
last night i listened to some songs on my new mobile jukebox, well actually i was listening to just one melody by nick drake that was on eternal repeat. it's from the soundtrack of serendipity. somehow, whenever i hear this song, it brings me back to that one midnight two years ago: with too much vodka sitting on my head, riding at the back of a car, and chasing the sunrise on the sandy beaches of mactan, i told myself "i would like to feel this way again", foolish and giddy, happy and hopeful. these are such elusive feelings, it's so much easier to just be empty.

"I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.

It's been a long time that I'm waiting
Been a long that I'm blown
It's been a long time that I've wandered
Through the people I have known
Oh, if you would and you could
Straighten my new mind's eye."

- northern sky, nick drake


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the one

Posted by poeticnook on 8/28/2005 11:05:00 PM in

i finally found the one. =) got my w800i last sunday after our 2 hour badminton game. the fatigue messed up with my logical and frugal self until i finally gave in to the dark side. at last, my dream phone, yey!!

last weekend i finished watching season 1 of desperate housewives, thanks to jules for the dvd copy =) the viewing marathon gave me a headache but the hilarious episodes were worth the while, i hope there's still a next season to look forward to.

today, i had lunch at racks with my former classmate in malate catholic school. it's been a long time since we last saw each other - 13 years to be exact. time flies so fast, where do all the years go?

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skeleton key

Posted by poeticnook on 8/23/2005 08:27:00 PM in

this is about the adventures of a caregiver who is driven by the guilt of abandoning her father in his dying days. it got her into a lot of trouble and ultimately led to her demise.

great acting, good plot, and a nice twist in the end, sppoky!! but basically it just boils down to these facts:

1. you can't undo your past mistakes,
2. live a guilt free life =) and
3. don't agree to live in big creepy houses even if they offer you $1000 a week.


where: Greenbelt 3 Cinema 2
when: Friday, 19 August 2005. 10:20 p.m.

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been a while

Posted by poeticnook on 8/21/2005 07:27:00 PM in
"Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable"

it was a hectic weekend. met up with emman and the gang last friday at max brenner after watching skeleton key. then proceeded to uplb the next day to visit babs, and back again that evening to makati to attend this house party at monette's pad. i was too tired to lift a finger so i decided not to go. ria's drunken antics has become a legend by now. they should ban texting/calling while drinking. i almost fell off my chair laughing when zet shared the text message she received from ri that night hehe.

i'm looking for a new place, the evil neighbor whom i shall aptly call as cruella devil had some post-its again on my door. she is worst than my high school principal, noticing everything from my guests' shoes to my hair to the food i cook. and when i say notice i mean she says mean things about it. she even accuses me of dumping garbage on the front door. gosh! it must be pretty tough growing old alone. here's her profile: mid 40's to early 50's, lives alone in a 56 sq. m. one bedroom pad beside ours, separated from her husband, lost custody over her 2 children, who visits her once a month, spends all of the day shouting to someone on her cellphone or bullying the door man, receptionist, janitor and all people at the condo. i wish she would just jump out of the window and end her misery. or else i just might give her a little push. arrrggghhhhhhhh!!!!!! i bought two newspapers looking for other options and i called my broker. anything but this hell please, i can't accomodate any more challenges to my already nerve wracking life.

"But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I’m calling out to you
Singing someday it’ll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself home to you"

-track: sunday morning, maroon 5-


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must love dogs

Posted by poeticnook on 8/17/2005 08:04:00 PM in

witty dialogue, light comedy, amusing situations, totally predictable plot except for the last scene where the girl has to swim across the lake to get the man of her dreams. overall this is a fun, warm, and feel good movie, i recommend you don't watch it with bitter single women =) or guys who think john cusack is gay, so as not to ruin the effect hehe,

my friend let me borrow the novel where this film was based, she said the swim scene at the end was not in the book. thank god.



where: Greenbelt 3 Cinema 2
when: Wednesday, 17 August 2005. 8:50 p.m.

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in time

Posted by poeticnook on 8/15/2005 08:20:00 PM
i woke up yesterday with a high fever so i decided to just curl up all day and read back issues of time magazine. it was information overload right down to the core. at least it took my mind off my lesser worries. here are the things i learned:

1. yuan was reevaluated and increased 2.1% in value which produced mixed effects on china's export sector.
2. bush is turning a blind eye on karl rove's exposition of a covert cia operative.
3. free aceh movement promised to lay down arms and help rebuild aceh after the tsunami.
4. london is enlisting the help of spain and france in cracking down the terrorist network in their countries.
5. john cusack is still single. jude law is a philanderer. nicole kidman is doing another movie, this time it's about werewolves.

and that's how i cured my monday sickness.

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bewitched

Posted by poeticnook on 8/14/2005 07:58:00 PM in

this film is a major nose twitching event. i will not dignify it with a review. as i left the theater, i remember looking under the seats for my IQ.


where: Greenbelt 3 Cinema 4
when: Saturday, 13 August 2005. 9:50 p.m.

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dragonflies

Posted by poeticnook on 8/11/2005 10:27:00 PM in
this is a pathetic attempt for a triolet. i should have created two different rhyme schemes but the rest is still stuck inside me. i'll do better next time.
there are dragonflies across that hill
  each of them finding a way to heal
  if only i could teach them how to feel
there are dragonflies across that hill
  the wind put them there against their will
  they dont make a sound but their pains are real
there are dragonflies across that hill
  each of them finding a way to heal

08.12.2005.1.51.p.m.

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nightmare

Posted by poeticnook on 8/11/2005 09:44:00 PM
i think i can finally write again. something was taken away from me and i just can't let it go. in real life i will eventually let it go. i just have to. or at least i need to put a mask and show them that it doesnt affect me at all. but in my alternate reality i need to write it all down in order to forget and move on.

it would have been easier if some unknown faceless thief took it away from me, but to actually have someone in your own backyard do that, it's quite irreparable. the real life me just smile it away or cover it up with jokes. they will never know how it digs a hole in me. emptying me. filling me with nothing.

hey g, if you're reading this, thanks for your sms last time. yeah $h!+ happens. i just can't believe this is happening to me. pinch me again. i need to wake up from this bad dream.

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uncharted sky

Posted by poeticnook on 8/11/2005 09:16:00 PM
just because you saw the moon first doesn't mean its yours. even if you've landed on it or carved your name on its surface, it's still no guarantee. well not unless the moon winked at you and relinquished its rightful place in the heavens. which i dont see happening in this lifetime or the next. so what's the point really?

nothing. i've always associated the moon with things or people i could never have. thats why i used to write lots of moon poems back in college, it was like a tribute, an offering to the gods that be to let me have this one wish. i did have it eventually but only in borrowed time. and the price i had to pay was far too much for what i bargained for. the moon took it back all too soon and left me with what i started with. which was nothing really.

today i feel like another star was plucked from my sky. yes i saw it first, but so what? if i were the only person on this hill i could own it and say its mine, none would be the wiser. but im not the only person on this hill, and my star is too brilliant to stay in the night sky unnoticed. im selfish. i dont want to share it, so i'm letting it go. maybe i'll find another spot and chart a comet or something, i just dont want to see that dream anymore, it breaks my heart everytime. and i hide my feelings too well, i dont even know it but im actually bleeding.

goodbye my orion, you've served your purpose, you once were that one bright spot in my otherwise dull existence. thank you for being exactly that. i couldnt ask for more.

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triolet

Posted by poeticnook on 8/11/2005 02:03:00 AM in
i've been trying to write a decent triolet last night before i went to bed. it was awful. im now more than ready to admit that my poetic license has been revoked. still, i'll be posting some stuff tomorrow, just to fill up the empty spaces.

This is from the great Thomas Hardy:

How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
- Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Nor memory shaped old times anew,
Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee?.

i miss the poetry challenges at our old mailing list.. this is why i'm not so keen in writing anymore.. how ironic, when you have all the free time in the world, you sometimes don't want to do anything at all.

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choking game

Posted by poeticnook on 8/10/2005 01:22:00 AM
children's games are becoming weirder every day. i just read this article at cnn and it sounded like something straight from a stephen king novel. where do they get these ideas?

met up with edgar, ria, vincent and georgia last night. we had dinner at sentro and talked a lot about what's new in cebu and in each others' lives. it was more like an update on what we've missed so far..

while walking towards glorietta, gar asked this question: "if you were to choose right now, would you still choose this over the one you left behind there?". it was a no brainer, i would still choose what i have now. there's no point looking back, there's nothing left there, just empty shells. at this point in my life, i don't have room for regrets. i only wish i could make time go faster.

in a way, grown ups also play the choking game.

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crash

Posted by poeticnook on 8/07/2005 11:15:00 PM in
"moving at the speed of life, we are bound to collide with each other."

this is definitely one of the best movies i've seen this year. can't wait to get a copy of the soundtrack =).

In The Deep
by Bird York

Thought you had
all the answers
to rest your heart upon
but something happens
don't see it coming,
now you can't stop yourself
now you're out there swimming
in the deep

Life keeps tumbling
your heart in circles
till you let go
till you shed your pride
and you climb to heaven
and you throw yourself off
now you're out there spinning
in the deep



the dialogues are so real and full of life. it's humanity at its rawest form, tackling race, poverty, and the american dream that almost everyone else want to take a piece of. this is one of those films you would wish everyone else should watch, but sadly only a few would actually appreciate its message.


where: Greenbelt 3 Cinema 4
when: Saturday, 6 August 2005. 6:50 p.m.

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blog type

Posted by poeticnook on 8/04/2005 09:53:00 PM
i'm again in the middle of the crossroads, this is why i don't follow up things. i don't know what i'd do when i actually get them. nah, i'm not making sense. i guess i should try to be less resistant to the unknown, after all the rest of the world is moving on. and going to rhein-erft. i should at least try and get up from this mud too.

for lack of anything else to blog about, i'm stealing this blog profile from ri hehe =) this is what mine says:

Your Blogging Type is Pensive and Philosophical
You blog like no one else is reading...
You tend to use your blog to explore ideas - often in long winded prose.
Easy going and flexible, you tend to befriend other bloggers easily.
But if they disagree with once too much, you'll pull them from your blogroll!

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lost in translation

Posted by poeticnook on 8/03/2005 12:32:00 AM
warum habe ich dieses gefühl?
gehen sie nicht.

i used to sit under this big tree, waiting for the sun to set. i loved watching sunsets. it reminded me that another day is over. the various array of colors parrading before my eyes gave me a sense of peace. maybe i was sad then, they say that one likes to watch the sunset when one is so sad.

tonight i will sit under this tree and watch you leave. i don't like to see you go away, but that's how our story always unfolds.. we just take turns in the endless cycle of leaving and being left behind. i always knew you were meant to fly so i won't weep this time. you never did clip my wings when i once tried to reach for the sky. but as you pack your bags one last time, i only have one wish, please take the colors of sunset with you. i don't want to be sad anymore.

auf wiedersehen.


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when the grass is not as green

Posted by poeticnook on 8/01/2005 10:55:00 PM
last night we went to the other side of town to subject ourselves to torrential rain, muddy streets and clueless foreign aggressors. hehe talk about masochism. these are the things we do to make things work. to live better. to survive.

i just came across an article at inq about the centennial celebration of filipino migrants in hawaii. we've actually been doing this for a long time -- leave our country for the land of milk and honey. and now, a hundred years later, it's no different. only this time we've become much more desperate and they've become a lot less welcoming. i wonder how long this vicious cycle will go on before we can be enlightened.

today i'm down with a flu. and i have the rain to blame for my sudden burst of insight.

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