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Creatures of the sky

I am uninspired. Totally.

Well, ok, maybe not totally. I was able to type 2 sentences to start a short story, or what looks like the beginning of one. It’s so hard to come up with anything creative these days. And I keep thinking if it’s because of my busy busy schedule. Hay. I hope I find time to finish them soon. Them. Plural. *sigh*

Meanwhile, sharing some photos. I’m naming the series Creatures of the Sky.

The fairy and the mighty porcupines

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Chess [photoblogging]

It was inevitable. Good versus evil. Black versus white. The face off was one waiting to happen in a year past. He had been waiting. And so was the other.

The foot soldier knew his worth. He was dispensable, minute, a speck in a vast army of the king. It was going to be a long, tiring day.

The knights rallied and pressed; the end of the battle was far from over.

But as finally the king fell, no trace of sympathy was found in the faces of his army.

Serenity

Flightless Bird – American Mouth, Twilight OST

IMAGINE.

Happily never after

I don’t think I want this anymore
As she drops the ring to the floor
She says to herself: ‘You’ve left before’
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Letters from ancient Rome

Well not really from Rome, I just wanted to give this post an apt title. I just uncovered some love letters and not-so-love letters from ages ago (and yes you can bet it’s cheeeeesy) and I just had to relive the memories…

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R,

You know what, I’m tired. I’m tired of playing the game with you. You play me for a fool, every time we’re together lagi nalang tayo nag-aaway. Nakakasawa na. Ewan ko ba kung bakit nato-tolerate ko pa. Maybe because I love you too much. Too much it hurts. I want to believe you, but can you blame me if I find it so hard to do? I have a reason, don’t I? So hindi pala ako

paranoid for no reason. Lahat ng iniisip ko about you tama.

How could you do this? You’re making me feel like a spare tire, something to fall back on, just in case. You know what, I don’t deserve this. I keep thinking I should give you the benefit of the doubt but you just don’t give me enough reason to. I feel like I really don’t mean that much to you and that you’re just using me to feed your ego and to feel

secure. Well, wake up boy. Not everything has to go your way.

Note: Written during the frustrated days of being with someone whose habit was to be chronically unfaithful.

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R,

I am gonna miss you. I’d lie if I say I wouldn’t. Why you have to go away this far, maybe it’s for the best. So I wouldn’t have to see you every week, so I wouldn’t have to look forward to seeing you every time. When you come back, when you’re through there in B, I don’t know if I’ll still be here then. Of course I’ll be here, I’m not going anywhere literally. But I don’t know if I’d still be here — for you.

Or maybe it’ll be the other way around. Maybe when you come back, you won’t be coming back to me. Maybe to someone else. Maybe it’ll still be her. Maybe when you’re away you’d still love her. She will still be your girlfriend.

It hurts, saying these things to myself. Trying to convince myself that you’re not the one for me. That I shouldn’t be loving you at all. I’m trying my best, R. I’m trying my best to unlove you. After all these years. Now you’re going away, maybe it’ll be a lot easier to unlove you.

You’ll be farther away, I won’t be seeing you, and some sinister self-gratifying thought tells me that you’ll be far away from her too. That seems oddly enough for me.

I love you, I still do. Hopefully that ends now, now that you’re leaving. Take care of yourself.

Note: About a year after finding out that the object of my desire and hatred was transferring elsewhere for work.

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It’s amazing how emotions are contained in handwritten letters. These days, text messages don’t even do you justice. How could have we taken it for granted? Of course these letters were not sent at all; they were just outlets. Still, writing everything down can make a big difference compared to typing it up. Won’t you agree?

Check out my ride, ya’ll [photoblogging]

Mia getting in her ‘pimped up car’, in sizzlin hot colors of yellow, sky blue, and apple green.

Mia cruisin’ the streets in the ‘hood.

“Check out my ride, ya’ll!” Mia sends a shout out to her hommies.

“Those have got to be the nicest set of 6-inch wheels you got there.” says one.

This is my hood ya’ll. And I’m the boss here. Check it out.

Peace out.

Waiting in vain

What’s it like to wait for someone, or something, not knowing if it will ever come?

It’s a killer. You exhaust your list of things to do, hoping that in the middle of watching a rerun of FRIENDS your phone might ring.

But it doesn’t. You’ve finished a bag of 500-calorie chips and nobody’s still knocking at your door.

Your heart melts into an unrecognizable pulp because you’ve waited for far too long.

Until it’s too late.

The one you’ve been waiting for finally gets there and you’re already gone.

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Scanned my old Film 110 plates taken in college for a photo story-themed project. I don’t remember if I ever got a 1.0 on this one, but I remember having fun. Camera: Minolta, Film: Fuji black and white.

Looking Back [photoblogging]

It’s been a while since I last posted a photoblog entry.

I’ve always wondered how it was like to live in the 60s or 70s. I feel like I would have thrived during those days.

This tin barrel is actually part of my professional career. It was with this rusty, old container that I got my first.

My first team building activity with my first corporate family, which was done in Casa San Pablo in Laguna about 5 years ago. What were you thinking?

And 5 years ago I had just graduated, was just starting to shake off that comfortable feeling of being in the same company of people for almost 4 years, and was plunging into unknown territory. Time flies fast. Pretty soon, it’ll be Mia who’s going to start school.

And I pray when she grows up she’ll think back on her younger days and say it was fun. Like I did.