Saturday was one of those days when troubles seem as meaningless as the dust that accumulates on my desk. Martha just arrived from Singapore, and as part of her welcome party, we had dinner at the Vudu Lounge with Yan, Gay and Shing. Finding the place was easier than I've expected. it was rightly placed at the Crossroads Mall in Banilad, away from the usual hang outs and party scenes. On the way there, we passed by High Life, and I vowed to visit that place next time.

The dinner was nice, but the people I was with, was even better. we had demitasse at Treviso Panini at the Village, while I was counting the stars over bailey's on the rocks. We stayed for quite some time, talking about things and stuff, then we decided to head off at Waterfront since it was way too early to go home.

The tequila at the Abbey was blech! It reminded me that I'm not used to hard drinks anymore. maybe I should stick to iced tea. =)

The night ended, the way all nights do, but not without the tinge of nostalgia. Martha was incessantly talking about the wonders of Singapore airport compared to NAIA. Manila buses still boast of its deadly fumes and well our country is still slow in terms of progress, some things do never change,,, i just hope that our friendship would be one of them..

My sweet tooth got the better of me, i decided to try out this place called the Dessert Factory. unfortunately for me, I was not able to try out their delectable sweet concoctions =(. The main dish that my friend and I ordered was too filling. I was shocked at the humongous servings. We had to skip dessert, because our bulging tummies were screaming for mercy.

I find life to be very similar to that. Sometimes I plan for something but then things happen, and I end up doing something entirely different from what i had planned..

It was after I finished the root beer float I guess, when talks of a dream of flowers and questions slowly slipped into the conversation. The silence that inevitably followed shook me and made me remember the reality of now and the bleakness of tomorrow.

Oh well, maybe these are just side effects of missing the creme brule =)

Yeah Saturday!!! At last i can sleep till noon, eat my favorite fried chicken meal at the local joint, and read the two new books i got by Ernest Hemmingway and Nicholas Sparks.. =), then later at night I'd be out partying, now, that's life..

bleep bleep.. a text message, now who could possibly be awake at this unholy hour of 2pm?

aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! I'm needed at the office, some bugs to fix and files to check in, i can almost see Ria's smirking face saying "if life is a journey, then please check in files before embarking.." grrr, now I'll just have to put off those two books I've been dying to read since December. I just hope I'll finish the bug fixes by 6p.m., I still have a party to attend.

Next time I'll turn my cell phone off, or better yet, I'll just throw it off Mactan bridge. that way i can't be reached hehehe =)

Uhm, come to think of it, that would only make my best friend happy, naahh, I wouldn't give her the satisfaction, especially since she's attracted to falling bodies from bridges.

I miss college.


title: a walk to remember
author: nicholas sparks

One of my new year's resolutions (yeah right! as if I believe in those things) is to come in early at work. I've already had two suspensions because of excessive tardiness. and so i came up with alternatives to solve this problem

1. I will wake up real early. (well, this doesn't work at all!! i do wake up early but i can't get myself off the bed, so it's useless)

2. I will take a bath, put on clothes, and run out of the house in Olympic breaking time. (this one's a real good idea, but then when one lives in a boarding house like i do, one has to wait in a mile long line just to use the bathroom, so i scrapped this one out too.)

3. Take a taxi cab everyday to work (now, this one would really put a big dent on my wallet, but hey better than a 9-day suspension)


So that's it, i took option number three, but i didn't know that it would be a trip to an insane asylum.

Let me tell you about the cab drivers I've met so far. one of them had a nokia 8850, and he can't seem to get his hand off his cell phone. he was missing green lights and other cars were honking at us because he was busy sending SMS. I wanted to swank his head with my bag and run off with his cell phone! grrrr...

Then just yesterday, this driver was eating peanut butter with a spoon which he left on his mouth while driving, gee whiz, what was he doing anyway? imitating brad pitt from meet joe black? I think the only resemblance was the spoon. =), and to top it all, he forgot to switch the meter, that should have been a free ride but i was feeling mighty fine yesterday so i gave him forty bucks, at least he can buy a new bottle of peanut butter when his supply runs out, or a new spoon, or a new face, whichever is cheaper.

Gee, I'm really bad, looking into other people's lives and criticizing them. but hey, what can I do, I'm just an observer. there was this one who haven't even taken a bath i think, the whole cab smelled really bad, I almost fainted. the other one just kept on berating the government and telling me how he hated macapagal-arroyo and all the others, he wanted to squeeze an opinion from me but I just sat there and said "uh huh yeah sure, whatever". another one was i think a frustrated race car driver. I kept bumping on the windshield even though I had my seatbelts on, the scenery was a blur of colors, and I almost puked on the sidewalk when I stepped off the cab. it was then that i told myself that I'll make it a point to ride on the back seat, and if ever I sit on front, I'll put on my seatbelt real tight..

I could go on and on about this one who even stopped at the nearby gas station, but not to refill his tank but instead to convince the lady gas attendant to go out with him that night, he was like begging and serenading her while i was fuming mad at the back seat because i was running late. grrr! he couldn't have picked a better time.

Now, I don't hail cabs anymore, I scrutinize them from afar and just let them pass by if I see a weirdo on the driver's seat or when the back doors are almost about to fall off.

It is sometimes frustrating to ride with those semi crazed lunatics but hey, they help me get to where I'm going on time, and i help them earn a living, so life is fair(?) =),

No more ramblings for today., till next time =)

morning dewdrops
sweet faithful sunshine
lilacs all in bloom
across the meadows
the grass is green
underneath the sky so blue
birds are singing
such a lovely tune
the wind's whispering your name
a happy thought
crosses my mind
as i suppress a tear
i know you're happy
wherever you are
though you're not here with me
still at times, i wish
when i am all alone
that somehow you'll think of me
by the light of the moon

i felt the sunset in my dreams
as i walked down a lonely path,
until i reached the end of the cliff,
so then i stopped..
i was afraid, afraid of the light, afraid to fall..
afraid of the sunset in my dreams

i saw the sunset in her eyes
that day when i said goodbye
i saw her tears as they touched the ground,
and then i sighed..
i was afraid, afraid of the light, afraid of her tears..
afraid of the sunset in her eyes

i heard the sunset in his words
when he said he'd let me go
i wanted to touch him and comfort him
but then i walked away..
i was afraid, afraid of the light, afraid of his voice..
afraid of the sunset in his words

“There are no mistakes. The events we bring upon ourselves, no matter how unpleasant, are necessary in order to learn what we need to learn; whatever steps we take, they're necessary to reach the places we've chosen to go.”
- Richard Bach "The Bridge Across Forever"

night has long eluded my dreams,
and every waking hour brings me farther
from where i should be..
as clouds of confusion settle,
i struggle to break free
i look for an escape, but i find none...
only solitude,
and the deafening silence.
still, every sunset brings me hope
believing somehow,
that light begins,
after this darkness