The sky is bleeding, we must fear the flood
Dilemma
November 29, 2006Which is harder:
Doing something that you don't want to do, or not doing something that you want to do?
more caliraya pics
November 28, 2006
The girls…Rose, Yvonne, Tet, Lissa, Angi, Grace, Carla, Jae, Tin, Ada, Sharon, Angie and Ven
The gang…Sharon, Chippi, Me, Tin, Jae, manny, Carla, Angie, Grace, Ven, Angi, Lissa, Tet and Ada
Gay pose
Teambuilding at Caliraya
November 27, 2006
Jump 1
Jump 2
Jump 3
Jump 3 .5 seconds earlier
The team.. part of it anyway. L-R: Sharon, Yvonne, Ada, me, Jae, Ven, Richard, Lissa, Carla, Angie, Grace and Ian. My car is there too.
A candid shot (for me anyway). L-R: Ven, Carla, Angie, Angi and me
Richar, me, Chippi
Richard, me and Chippi again… but now a little askew.
At the grounds. Chippi, Richard, Ian and myself… with my tummy. hehe
Supposedly "angas" picture with the products team. Grace, me, Ven and Carla.
With my soon to be former team - implementation. Yvonne, me, Jae
Commuting
November 7, 2006Commuted today. Somehow, I missed my 630 alarm and woke up at 7. Coding was suspended in Metro Manila except for Pasay and, as expected, Makati. And guess where I work? Makati. I was contemplating whether I should risk getting caught because police officers in Makati don't really wake up until 7 anyway, and their brains don't start working until 730. They're sort of like crocodiles ("buwaya"), they need to warm up a bit first before they can begin stalking prey.
Anyway, I decided to commute. How hard could it be? I've been commuting for most of my life. I asked to be dropped off at the MRT station in Shaw (fine, I cheated a little). The lines were short enough but the trains were really packed. I skipped one train and got on the next, which really wasn't any better. I just didn't have a choice. It was already 815 then, and I thought it would take at least another hour for the trains to decongest. By that time, I was already sweating so profusely that my shirt stuck to my skin, and the supposedly airconditioned train was so full the heat of all the bodies probably negated what little cooling was generated. Thankfully, some guy had opened one of the windows and the wind hit me directly on the nape.
There were brief moments when I could breathe normally. That was between the time when people got off and got on the train. The car would loosen a bit and then there'd be pushing and showing, and everything would be back to the way it was. Until Buendia anyway, where half the passengers got off. The other half, myself included, disembarked at Ayala. I knew there was some sort of Ayala Loop jeep or FX somewhere around that are but I immediately gravitated to the first taxi stand that I saw. That's not exactly commuting by Pinoy standards but I was sweaty and late. Excuses. Right.
I can't believe it's only been two years since I last commuted - the traditional way. And it was just four years ago when I endured two hours travelling to school by jeep, train, bus, fx and tryke. It was such a normal thing for me to do. Even taking a cab was my very final emergency option. Now I'm a sissy. Sure, I've taken a jeep or tryke every now and then but those were just for a few blocks. I've gotten so used to driving that I can't even tolerate the MRT. That was never a problem before. And I had such high esteem for those who commuted, because they knew how to live on the streets. It takes a certain kind of character to be able to live in the streets of Metro Manila, and now I've lost that character.
Does anybody know who wrote this?
November 6, 2006
You are my god Whose powers extend over the oceans of my eyes The deep sea of my soul And the breath of my salvation You have the strength of lifting The heaviest boulders of burdens that I suffer Lifting my footsteps from the ground Taking me closer to the heavens. You are the creator of the smiles across my features Your silent presence Stirs my soul to the most passionate awakening Your smile like a gentle breeze wraps my body in the warmest glow You are my god For you have dominion over my hearbeats And you extend my threshold to the most breathtaking sights I never knew existed And I am your priestess Locked in this seductive solitude Exiled in darkness Keeping your image inside the ruins of my temple Chanting words of worship in great fervor As you walk in grand splendor in the heavens As I am skies away from you Dancing feverishly to the tunes of the intoxicating spell That you have cast upon me From the potion of your eyes My life is spent awaiting One second of your apparition The climax of my existence That would lead me to die In such bliss.
