Friday, October 29, 2010

Bali Bound

Just one more hour and I'm up out of this desk, gonna drive home, throw some summer dresses into the suitcase, and get the Hell out of here.

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As for Halloween...

Well...

I plan to dress up as a voluptuous, waif look-averse CK model. But only for the fiance to see. *giggles*

*Note: Must remember to throw navy blue satin CK intimates into suitcase. (Whippin' out the big guns, hahaha!)

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Psyche is going as Snow White. *sigh*

From a fairy to a pumpkin and now, a Disney princess. My oh my, do they grow up so fast. I hope she gets all the mentos and mint candies she likes so much. (But if y'all do come across a little girl sporting an apple haircut wearing a snow white dress who looks like Nanette Medved, have a heart and give the girl some chicharon. They're her favorite. =)

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And because I can be a hater today (as this is also a time for mean tricks than just sweet treats)....

(To you, in case you read this)

Honey, you should've just gone as Esther from the suspense thriller "The Orphan". You know? That part in the movie when it was revealed that she really wasn't an orphan, but a 33-year old mental patient suffering from hypopituitarism, who pretends to be a 9-year old and preys on her foster daddies to love her. Yeah. That part when she went crazy and had her black eye makeup all smeared and her teeth were all nasty.

The resemblance is UNCANNY. =P (You know I'm right and that's the funny part, hahahaha!)

Shoot, you might just win a shitload of halloween costume contests! Go girl. Make that money girl. *winks*

(Sorry I spoiled it but if ever y'all find out what I'm talking about... you would see the twin-like, separated at birth type resemblance, too. =)

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Happy Halloween y'all!

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Life's little surprises.

Finding a Hallmark card in your bag from your better half...
Seeing your child waking up with a smile to your soft "i love yous"...
Contributing something awesome to the efficiency of your work (and earning brownie points from the boss)...
Looking into your passbook and finding a significant amount of money you forgot you had stashed in there...

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May you find... nay, RECOGNIZE many delightful surprises today (as I did... and it's not even lunchtime yet. =)

(PS. Thank you for the card, Waffle. I was just gonna get some eyedrops in my bag this morning when I saw it. And the funny thing is (disturbed as I am) I never really think the card is for me or that I deserve it. Even seeing my name on the envelope is bewildering. So thank you. It's a lovely card. And yes, I too, love you without reservation. =)

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

MMDA

Could somebody please tweet the MMDA for me and to tell their lazy, useless, kurakot-happy asses to conduct some serious traffic enforcing on over to East Avenue corner V.Luna? The stoplights aren't working and it's causing a major frikkin' interwoven mess of cars who all seem to have somewhere important, life or death type place to get to, that's why no one wants to give way... even when my car is already in the middle of the road and I have a three-year old shouting "move" while trying to fiddle with the iPod so she can listen to Kesha.

And could somebody please tell the jeeps to not stop right in front of Jollibee when they turn into V.Luna from East Ave.? It's a two-lane street and cars get stuck on that turn waiting for them to move.

And could somebody tell the President to limit the number of buses that should be allowed on the roads each day? Like... 3 buses per drop/location? Goddamn buses think they're kings of the road, bullying everyone to move out of their way just because they're big and no one wants a long, tedious court case against the bus companies who overwork their drivers whilst underpaying them.

No one gets punished for reckless driving that's why no one's scared.

Catholic church has turned us into whining, helpless, disgustingly dependent sissies. Hello people? God only helps those who help themselves. The betterment of our society and the discipline it entails ain't gonna motivate itself.

Ugh. I am totally ranting.

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And this just in!

My two colleagues just got hit by an overzealous speeding  mini-van on Times Street!!!! That's f*cking Noynoy's street!!!!

Goddamn it people.

Friday, October 22, 2010

RAY OF LIGHT

It's different when it happens to you. It's nothing like the stories you hear, or the news you watch. I mean, empathy can only take you so far emotionally. But to have something like that to actually "charge" to experience? It's life-changing.

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In the police report, the police called me a "victim." Ugh. How pathetic. The label is so demoralizing and it's just so... gross. Like I have no choice in the matter on how I should deal. Like I am too helpless to even do it. My girl Danee said the politically correct term should be "survivor."

Yeah. To survive a normally traumatic experience.

Whatever doesn't kill you, right? (Stronger, yes... though Jessica Zafra did say it could also make you more cynical.)

I don't wanna go through life looking at everyone as if they were potential burglars or rapists. Hell, I don't even wanna think that only less fortunate people are capable of doing awful things (our politicians are a GREAT example of THAT). Just because I live beside squatters and tricycle drivers, I don't wanna think they aren't capable of human kindness or that they have none to give. That's no way to live a life. You can be robbed of material possessions. But they shouldn't rob of you of seeing the good in people.

I just don't like that I feel like I can't move around in my own home. The locks, the cadet in our living room, all the precautions I have to remember... it's suffocating.

But Psyche? She is a breath of fresh air. And she doesn't care that our tv was missing.

Besides, she and I have other plans aside from watching tv.

This Sunday, she and I have a tea party to host. Dora, her teddybear Beebeela, and Barney will be there.

<---- Psyche Sandwich. =)




<------ Taken this morning by Psyche. Pao ready for work... me, procrastinating. =)

I missed these two so much.








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Thank you to all the people who extended their empathy and support. It's funny that I'm saying that ---- I mean, everyone has their own shit to deal with. But it really does make a huge difference. So thank you. And to those who were offering us a place to stay... company... even financial assistance, thank you thank you thank you. =) Y'all are awesome and hilarious! We weren't hit by a typhoon or anything. We didn't lose our home or our jobs. But thank you anyway. It's a beautiful ray of light amidst the shadow. And just helluh funny. =P

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

*shrugs*

All the channels are in frikkin' Japanese... and I could only take so much of that coming from the TV. Seriously.

Ergo...

"What does make a school great?" --- TIME, Sept. 2010 gives us the low down.  (Someone left their copy at the NAIA terminal so I helped myself.)

On the table: Japanese donuts (aka glorified hopia), dried mangoes and dessert from Japan Airlines. (JAL food sucks, btw ---I'm very particular with my airplane food--- and their uniform is wiggity wiggity... whack. Furrealz. They need them some of that Gwen Stefani Harajuku ain't no holla back girl fashion advice. They looked like they were wearing aprons.)

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Not much to do here. (The awesomest thing about my room and Japan thus far is the bidet. I kid you not. It's got a seat warmer and a button to control water pressure and all these awesome ass features... literally, for your ass.)

I want one.

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Just trying to entertain myself til I get back to my family. *sigh*

Have this song on loop:

 

This song makes me think about Paolo and just how much I'd do anything for him. On fucking loop, y'all. It's frikkin' empowering.

And I am a dork. (I took this shot about 12 times... I still couldn't get my face in the picture.)

Whatever. I need something to be happy about.

Monday, October 18, 2010

This morning... me and my fiance's apartment was broken into.

Yesterday, we went to visit my parents at Lagro and my daughter who was there, took her to the mall to get a haircut, bought groceries... I even ended up buying her a set of Grolier books and dvds for 12k out of sheer motherly instinct. I thought it was a good investment since she wasn't in school yet and I had the money.

Then Paolo and I decided to watch a movie before going home. I was leaving for Japan at 9am so we thought we could squeeze one last full show before we had to wake up to go to the airport where I would be back after four days.

We were asleep by 2am.

I woke up with a sense of urgency, just before any of the alarms were supposed to go off. I always wake up when there's something I can't afford to snooze my way through. I opened the door and headed down the stairs when I noticed that one of the downstairs lights was on. I immediately thought Pao had forgotten to turn it off after he showered and was ready to scold him after I turned it off myself... but when I got to the living room, I saw our screen door WIDE OPEN, being held by one of my flower pots. Even at that point, it didn't occur to me that someone had broken in, I again thought Pao had carelessly left the door open (maybe because I just couldn't believe anyone would do such a thing... to rob us while we were just upstairs, not even two hours of sleep having gone by). That's when I saw our TV and the LG home entertainment system Pao was reviewing was missing, save for the two larger LG speakers, our own DVD player, and the TV's plug. I peered outside and saw that our main gate was open, closed the door, and immediately ran upstairs screaming for Pao to wake up to tell him that we had just been robbed.

The corner of our screen had been cut with a pair of small, dull scissors. Almost like children's safety scissors. And by the screen door was a long narrow wood with a piece of cloth tied at the end, to turn the locks.

I knew then that I had interrupted the burglar before he was finished.

But I didn't cause a ruckus, nor did I attempt to try to run outside and look for the burglar and my stuff. I know how in movies, people tend to go after the burglar especially if there was a chance to catch him, but I didn't feel that a TV was worth confronting someone who obviously needed to resort to something like this... someone who had nothing to lose. Then I remembered Alexis and Nika, who lived right by my office in West Triangle, and how they were killed for a couple of laptops... inside their lovely home in a relatively posh subdivision.

God it's so hard to be lax. You have to constantly be on your guard. But if you can't be safe in your own home, how can you feel safe anywhere?

On top of the television cabinet where our tv used to be, lay me and daughter's Christmas photo together. I looked at it and wondered how the burglar could've done such a thing... how he could look at that photo and not see what he was doing was wrong. I felt not only scared, but ashamed that I couldn't protect my family better. That I had been lax. That I had forgotten to close the windows. I know it sounds naive of me but the audacity of it is astounding.

And I cried, scared out of my mind that I had just evaded a brush with death and just utterly grateful that my daughter wasn't home, that I hadn't caught the burglar red-handed... in my underwear, and yes, that I had disrupted the burglar in time before he went on to steal Pao's DJ equipment. I knew it would've crushed him if those were taken... even if they are just material things.

And the fact that we were still alive.

But I had to go to work and leave Pao with the mess that burglar made. It was awful. I was so torn. But thankfully... Pao and I have the best families in the world. It's so humbling to have people so concerned. Our parents who step up to be parents even when Pao and I have made "adults" out of ourselves --- to choose to stay in our own not-so-safe apt. just to prove that we didn't need help. That we had grown up and we were taking care of our own. I think I could speak for the both of us when I say that sometimes, even when you think you're all mature and you've got everything under control, it's still nice to just be your parents' kids... to be taken care of. To be told that it will be alright, that it was just money... and that they would give anything for your safety. Even if you've fought for freedom from the very safety and sheltered life they provided.

Now as I read my emails from Pao, I realize how many more people are just as genuinely concerned about us. And it just tears me up inside because we are soooooo lucky. So so lucky. It's fucking humbling. You know, he and I... we're just two young couples trying to make it. Trying to live the dream. To build a home. A family. Trying to save, trying to get through each day with love and hope for our future. We're not rich though our families might be. We try to be enough for one another... to try to be good parents and partners and siblings and friends. We try to be good to each other and even when we fight, we both know that he and I have our entire lives to win together and for each other and it's exciting and beautiful.

I just can't imagine having that taken away from you in the blink of an eye.

That is what I fucking learned today.

 

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Ergo, we are getting the Hell out of that apt. and when I get back, I'm gonna take better care of my family and our safety. I'm just glad that God consistently gives me the opportunity to learn from my mistakes. This wasn't the first time someone had come into my apt. while I was sleeping. When I was in college, living in an apartment complex (one of many that stood right beside each other), someone had come in while I was in the living room fast asleep on the floor, hovered above me, and took the cellphones that were just above my head. I didn't wake up. I didn't feel a thing. I only found out when my ex saw a stranger coming out of the apartment and chased him until he dropped the phones. The burglar got away. But it just goes to show that times are THAT hard. People are taking more risks.

So people, don't get too lax. Especially now that it's almost Christmas and times are still hard for a lot. People will do what they can to survive.

Right now, I just wanna go home to my family and hold them.

Then I'm gonna go on a gimmick hiatus so I can save up for a tv.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

My dream job.

Goodbye Philippines... and Typhoon Megi...

I'm off to Japan...

And off to another lovely hotel.

*sigh*

I just realized that I would rather review luxury hotels than become a CNN anchorwoman.

*prays quietly*

Hello Intercontinental Yokohama Grand...

I shall see you on Monday.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Art imitating Life.

ART GALLERY

     by M. Veronica N. Callanta

 

I stand before a crowd

            With verbal sound ceasing to exist—

Only the swooshing and gliding

            Of brushes on canvas.

 

Though I’d pose for the sake of art,

            I don’t consider every piece of  flesh

Of my silhouette as what they think it is.

            Every flaw, freckle and birthmark

Displayed for everyone to see.

            Even the most hidden of areas are left unreserved.

 

Apathy rushes through the rivers of my blood—

            My eyes dead in the empty air;

Though eyes, lips and noses

            Are stories of colored canvases;

I have no story.

            I come off blank.

 

I am the subject.

            Let them capture every curve of my body;

Make or break me into something they want me to be.

            The outlines of my body intricately being translated on canvas.

I will slouch my shoulders to show some widow in grief.

            I will arch my back to show the line of a bent bamboo tree.

Let their hands conquer the valley between my breasts,

            This woman’s chest.

 

I silently sit and pose.

            What exudes from me as I just sit still?

Do I resemble the flesh and blood they constantly make love with

            Or do I share the same flaws and wrinkles

Of their mistresses?

 

I ignore the thought

of my body redefined by their brushes.

Yet, I am left with no other choice

            But to frown on my portrait constrained

Within frames.

 

Displayed. Admired…

            Beautiful.

 

Now,

            Tilt your head

And walk away.





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My little sister's first published work... =)

***My picture when I was 14... taken by my cousin, Brian Sergio and exhibited during last August's "Crapola" at Pablo Gallery.

Monday, October 11, 2010

La Dolce Far Niente

Yes, I've seen Eat, Pray, Love.
No, I haven't read the book.
And I don't feel the need to.
The movie was hard-hitting enough to do without it.
And this will not be about how I can TOTALLY relate to Elizabeth Gilbert.
Even though I totally can.
Especially when she used the ruins in Rome as a metaphor about relationships and stuff.

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While having drinks at Pier One, Pao asked me what I imagined I'd be doing when I was 40...

And not for a lack of ambition or even that of consuming passion but...

I really just pictured myself sitting by the garden or veranda or terrace of my lovely home on a lazy afternoon... drinking frozen fruit daquiris (with the sisters, who ---in my mind--- don't have anything more important to do than to sit around and drink daquiris with me) while the husband is at work, the kids are at school, and the "office" work I get to do at home doesn't need my immediate attention... because deadline is still next week.

Kinda like... the sweetness of doing nothing type ish.

I dunno.

Other people would wanna travel. Or still work. Hard.

But that was never really my thing: to spend money on these short-lived trips around the world. Why does one travel anyway? To become worldly? I hardly think simply marveling  and taking pictures of some Great Wonder to put up as a profile pic makes anyone "worldly." Of course, if I had the kind of money I wouldn't miss, I'd probably wanna see Stonehenge or something. For the sheer f*ck of it. But that whole Eat, Pray, Love hiatus... now that's a vacation. To "experience" people, places, and things... and ultimately, to gain the experience rather than to simply capture a moment.

And as for working hard...

Hell, I think keeping up with the family will be hard enough.

But I digress.

Pao said he imagined he'd still be doing what he was doing now... more or less toned down, of course. Still collecting toys. Still DJ-ing (for the fam). I think that's a lovely disposition to be at 40.

He wants the perfect family. Think Claire and Phil Dunphy from Modern Family. Quirky yet... loving.

And contrary to popular belief... I want the exact same thing. Even if I seriously seem like I'm too deranged or even liberal to ever want such a thing, let alone, actually work for it.

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I wanna be "rich" enough ---rich, as I would define it, to be content and at peace and not want of anything... or at least, not want of anything too lavish and to be "wise" enough to know what activities or decisions would come out the most... enriching--- to sit around in the afternoon and drink daquiris. Yes. Daquiris. That I prepared in my awesome turbo blender... in my awesome European-style kitchen... in my awesome veranda with a view of the garden filled with... Marigolds... with my sisters, my bestfriends... while I secretly contain the excitement of thinking up an awesome dinner for the husband and kids when they get home.

In The Zahir, Paulo Coelho wrote that what excites wives is not the sex... but what kind of meal they can prepare for their family.

*shrugs*

I agree. In a way. =)

And so you know how when you want something, you unconsciously gear your life towards it. Or the universe conspires to make it happen... or some other "The Secret" type sh*t like that?

Well...

Here's a picture of what I want in 13 years... (with our Ate Paula =)


And this... is what I expect to see in that time as well:













































I can only hope she doesn't like the taste of alcohol when she grows up. Better to traumatize her now, hahaha!

Toothbrush to the Bicycle Tire

Because he is a toothbrush... and I am a bicycle tire.

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A Love Letter from the Toothbrush to the Bicycle Tire by Sarah Kay.

They told me that I was meant for the cleaner life
That you would drag me through the mud
They said that you would tread all over me
That they could see right through you
That you were full of hot air
That I would always be chasing
Always watching you disappear after sleeker models
That it would be a vicious cycle
But I know better
I know about your rough edges
And I have seen your perfect curves
I will fit into whatever spaces you let me
If loving you means getting dirty
Bring on the grime
I will leave this porcelain home behind
I'm used to twice a day relationships
But with you, I'll take all the time
And I know that we live in different worlds
And we're always really busy
But in my dreams
You spin around me so fast
I always wake up dizzy
So, maybe one day
You'll grow tired of the road
And roll on back to me
And when I blink my eyes into morning
Your smile will be the only one I see.


Sunday, October 10, 2010

LAKI SUSO

Ok ok this is a continuation of the last blog... just to show that there really is never a dull moment here at the office.

Our tech editor just walked past my desk... and here he was wearing yet another one of his signature novelty shirts... which has "I'm supportive" written on it with a picture of a jock strap right below.

So I groan, "Oh god John, you aren't seriously wearing that shirt with the jock strap."

Apparently last week... during a BLACK TIE MICROSOFT EVENT... John goes in his famous blue "Wow. Laki Suso" shirt... the one that has two snails located just around the titty-area... one big. one small.

Of all the signature shirts to wear... the "Laki Suso" one was his pick. HAHAHAHAHA!!!

Hahahaha! As I'm typing this, Chad goes, "Well in fairness, napaka-confident nya sa event. Paikot-ikot ang lolo mo. Ruma-rubbing elbows."

I seriously can't stop laughing.

Now we all said he should've just worn his "Dork Knight" shirt ---- the pink shirt that has a batman logo on it wearing a swirly helicopter cap.

Last year, he loved the shirt so much, he wore it like... three times a week.

Seriously.

So last year, I decided to get him a brand new "Dork Knight" shirt for Christmas (he gets his shirts from Spoofs.)

He kept it in his drawer... and never wore it.

So a few weeks ago, I finally decided to take it back (w/o his knowing as he's obviously forgotten about my awesome gift)... and re-gift it to his ungrateful ass THIS CHRISTMAS.

Just to remind him.

Maybe next year, I can get him another Laki Suso shirt. Hahahahaha!

BBD

So the "new guy" aka our online/digital editor Mr. Francis Tan turns to us (me, our tech editor, editorial asst, and art director) and says (in his deep conyo-like Atenean-bred voice):

"Guys, wag nyong inumin yung Fit n' Right. Expired na sya."

Of course we were all like, "What??? Why what happened??"

(This is where his quotable quotes come in ---- you have to imagine it with the voice.)

"Uminom ako kanina tapos nakita ko 5/14/2010 pa sya expired."
"Naisip ko parang ang weird ng lasa pero... pineapple sya so weird naman talaga dapat ang lasa."
"As in isa lang yung ininom ko, nakakadalawang beses nako nag-CR."
"Tiningnan ko yung BBD, eh di ko pa alam kung anung ibig sabihin nun so ginoogle ko pa... best before date." *smacks forehead*
"Kanina ko pa nga gustong i-tweet, 'struggle naman ubusin tong fit n' right, sagwa ng lasa.'"

HAHAHAHA and as I'm typing this, I can hear Francis moaning and rubbing his stomach, HAHAHAHAHA!! Kawawa.

Well... he did say he wanted to lose weight. Hahahaha!!! I guess that's one way to lose weight... to get the RUNS! LMFAO!!!!

Our tech editor just asked, "Describe [the expired drink] to us."

"Well... it wasn't THAT yellow."

Frikkin' hilarious sh*t.

Never a dull day here at the office.

(This is Mr. Francis Tan)
http://michellecallanta.multiply.com/video/item/98/Introducing_Mr._Francis_Tan

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Friday, October 8, 2010

Vanity Fair

I can finally fit back into my size 27 jeans. Ok ok, I can finally squeeze them past my thighs and close the top button... but that's good enough for me.

Hell. F*cking. Yeah.

Zara, Guess, Levi's... oh how I've missed your denim touch against my sun-kissed shins. (People were beginning to think I was seriously allergic to pants... or that I simply didn't own a pair.)

All thanks to brown rice, soya cooking oil,chicken breasts, nonstick cookware, my new oven... and Paolo's semi-unwavering loving firmness when it comes to passing on those midnight snacks and just sleeping the hunger away. (We've decided on kettle-cooked potato chips for our late-night movie munchies... and sometimes, leftover monggo.)

Ok, and Lipo-6 Black Hers... "the extreme fat destroyer" *giggles*

Had to help the metabolism along... cuz all those vodka-redbulls and shakeys chicken and northpark yangchow I had consumed out of my misery last year AIN'T GONNA BURN ITSELF.

I am on a mission to look (and feel) like I'm 23 for as long as I possibly can. To still pass for a college senior.










<------------ Don't I just channel fresh grad-ness and pseudo-maturity? =P











Ahava, Mineral Flowers, Celeteque ----- to keep the skin... tight. =P

A feisty 3-year old to keep me on my toes.

And of course...

A healthy sex life for that au naturale "glow." HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! 

Not kidding. =)

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

On Letting Go.

(Ok that title is just so OUT THERE but yeah, I couldn't think of a more clever one and sometimes, crude is more efficient.)

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Been reading The Zahir (it's inescapable; the book is placed just above the medicine cabinet right beside Paolo's bathroom book, The Picture of Dorian Gray)... I usually stop after every chapter so I don't forget where I left off.

I'm on the chapter of epiphanies... that part in every book that's supposed to open your eyes and stuff to new philosophies.

Those previous quotes about a conversation with a nomad... it mentioned something about repeating your old story until it is no longer important to you. And I think that it actually works (through this whole blogging thing and those times I've gotten drunk enough to share my life story) though before, I used to just repeat my "personal history" for the sake of novelty... if not only for that... until everything I remembered enough to reiterate, good or bad, became...

Funny.

Like inside joke funny-haha type funny.

Like it wasn't even me or about me.

Ergo for those who have a hard time letting go of their personal histories...


That is why it is so important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut loose. People need to understand that no one is playing with marked cards; sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Don’t expect to get anything back, don’t expect recognition for your efforts; don’t expect your genius to be discovered or your love to be understood. Complete the circle. Not out of pride, inability or arrogance, but simply because whatever it is no longer fits in your life. Close the door, change the record, clean the house, get rid of the dust. Stop being who you were and become who you are.


Ugh. Doesn't that just go straight to the core? Especially that part, "whatever it is no longer fits in your life."

Yeah.

I should stop expecting my love to be understood, too... and just... LOVE. (And not the way I thought I knew how ---- because that way obviously did NOT work.)

I should just become who I really am...

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Awesome.

Tell... me... where did I go wrong...?

Introducing, Mr. Pure Energy singing one of my favorite emo-hits from back in the day (Thalia's version is a close second to this one, haha. =)

(Taken earlier today during his REPLAY album launch... where he compiles his favorite "b-side" tracks from previous albums.)

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Get ready to get the chills.



Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Conversations with a nomad.

"How many people do you know who say: I've never done what I wanted, but then that's life. if they say they haven't done what they wanted, then, at some point, they must have known what it was that they did want. As for life, it's just a story that other people tell us about the world and about how we should behave in the world."

"Even worse are those people who say: I'm happy because I'm sacrificing my life for those I love."

"And do you think that the people who love us want to see us suffering for their sakes? Do you think that love is a source of suffering?"

   "To be honest, yes."

"Well, it shouldn't be."

   "If I forget the story other people have told me, I'll also forget a lot of very important things life has taught me. What was the point of struggling to learn so much? What was the point of struggling to gain experience, so as to be able to deal with my career, my husband, my various crises.?"

"Accumulated knowledge is useful when it comes to cooking or living within your means or wrapping up warm in winter or respecting certain limits or knowing where particular bus and train lines go. Do you believe that your past loves have taught you to love better?"

   "They've taught me to know what I want."

"I didn't ask that. Have your past loves taught you to love your husband better?"

   "No, on the contrary. In order to surrender myself to him, I had to forget all the scars left by other men. Is that what you mean?"

"In order for the true energy of love to penetrate your soul, your soul must be as if you had just been born. Why are people unhappy? Because they want to imprison that energy, which is impossible. Forgetting your personal history means leaving that channel clear, allowing that energy to manifest itself each day in whatever way it chooses, allowing yourself to be guided by it."


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"How does one go about abandoning the story one was told?"

   "By repeating it out loud in meticulous detail. And as we tell our story, we say goodbye to what we were and, as you'll see if you try, we create space for a new, unknown world. We repeat the old story over and over until it is no longer important to us."

"Is that all?"

   "There is just one other thing: as those spaces grow, it is important to fill them up quickly, even if only provisionally, so as not to be left with a feeling of emptiness."

"How?"

   "With different stories, with experiences we never dared to have or didn't want to have. That is how we change. That is how love grows. And when love grows, we grow with it."

Sunday, October 3, 2010

First dibs...

                                                       First Dibs 2009



                                                       First Dibs 2010


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Thanks to Adoborat for both pics. =)