Monday, March 26, 2007
Hotel Philippine Plaza, Manila
The company convention was held here, had to get a stitch for this occasion, the annual recognition for the performing units of the company, a very nice place with great sceneries and stuff.
Friday, March 23, 2007
YOU'RE GETTING OLD WHEN.....
It is my restday but i feel restless, tried to get in touch with my friends but they're all darn busy. decided to fiddle and scribble while doing the laundry, i've come up with my top ten list...
You're getting old when....
1. Your metabolism slows down and your arse jiggles for a week whenever you down meals good for 2 to 3 persons, unlike in your teens, you could down a gallon of ice cream and nothing happens.
2. Once in a while you're getting annoyed by hard and edgy music you use to blast your ears with.
3. You go to a bar with soft music, have a beer and a talk with your mates, unlike before you go to where the live bands are.... or the where the live nudes are.
4.You have to work real hard to get yourself in great shape, meaning you lack physical activities nowadays and your idea of an exercise is switching tv channels manually.
5. You hear Kylie Minogue's song in the airwaves bringing back high school memories and later on discover that MYMP covered the song.
6. And the kids' think the song is written by MYMP.
7. A stranger, younger than you asking for directions, calling you kuya or ate, or worse, manong or manang.
8. You easily get drunk with 4 bottles of San Miguel beer when you use to down half a case by yourself.
9. You watch the television and see the once young teeny boppers of your era doing parent or villain roles, think of the "That's Entertainment stars".
10. You use to have game, mimicking air jordan's sleek moves. Now you can only shoot, dunk and do cross-over moves in NBA live 2007.
Melody Wrench live @ the Music Museum
Sunrise at La Union
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
NEW YEAR'S EVE
Amidst the silence of my room
the pain i bear is like firecrackers
that howls outside my window
Loathing inside my head
is the agony of a long journey
towards my unfulfilled dreams
Fireworks display can be seen
signalling...
Another year of torment
and the smog that is so thick,
making my dreams look dull.
written inside my room on New year's eve 2k.
the pain i bear is like firecrackers
that howls outside my window
Loathing inside my head
is the agony of a long journey
towards my unfulfilled dreams
Fireworks display can be seen
signalling...
Another year of torment
and the smog that is so thick,
making my dreams look dull.
written inside my room on New year's eve 2k.
Sunset view at the bay
@The Lingayen Shrine
The Sunken Garden, University of the Philippines
STORM
untitled
WELLWISHERS
Flowers that brightens
a room full of gladness
Smiles that lightens
a heart filled with sadness
A hand that always assures
I am never alone
People that always treasures
are ringing my bed phone
These are thoughts inside me
that always lingers my mind
These are thoughts i want to see
Feel lighthearted and fine
But i'm boxed inside a room
where silence is deafening
And the chill of gloom
is my only companion.
written at st. lukes' MAB,
a room full of gladness
Smiles that lightens
a heart filled with sadness
A hand that always assures
I am never alone
People that always treasures
are ringing my bed phone
These are thoughts inside me
that always lingers my mind
These are thoughts i want to see
Feel lighthearted and fine
But i'm boxed inside a room
where silence is deafening
And the chill of gloom
is my only companion.
written at st. lukes' MAB,
ANJIRIE
A darling bud so pleasant
Eager for the sun's warmth
She plays with her long brown locks
Her sunlit smile is always a charm
Bringing joy to my longing heart
I feel gladness whenever
her gaze meets mine
It also brings sadness,
Wishing a lass as pretty as her
would come and bring
An eternal happiness
We are searching for quite sometime.
for Anne Jellica, who is a daughter to me
IRIS
She is magical to one's eyes
As she unfurls in her full bloom
To reveal a kaleidoscope
Of color touching lives.
Purple petals that reaches
Uplifts my wounded soul
And the scent that sends
away my troubles left unspoken
In a garden she stands bright
And softly lightens my heart
How pure! As she dances
with the breeze and moon's tender light.
written for Iris Justin
As she unfurls in her full bloom
To reveal a kaleidoscope
Of color touching lives.
Purple petals that reaches
Uplifts my wounded soul
And the scent that sends
away my troubles left unspoken
In a garden she stands bright
And softly lightens my heart
How pure! As she dances
with the breeze and moon's tender light.
written for Iris Justin
BLACK
Shadows on the wall
dances with the thin yellow light
as it flickers
Collosal rain threatens
outside the stained
glass window
The moon dresses in black
as the wind sighs
a song of grief
I lie motionless
as i felt a warm path
on my cheeks, i quiver
Heaven trickles
as i weep and grieve
over the purple moor
Thoughts that arise in me
shall forever dwell my mind
than my tongue could utter.
dances with the thin yellow light
as it flickers
Collosal rain threatens
outside the stained
glass window
The moon dresses in black
as the wind sighs
a song of grief
I lie motionless
as i felt a warm path
on my cheeks, i quiver
Heaven trickles
as i weep and grieve
over the purple moor
Thoughts that arise in me
shall forever dwell my mind
than my tongue could utter.
SANCTUARY
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