mindless musings: 101 SMALL PLEASURES YOU CAN ENJOY EVERYDAY (FROM YAHOO)

I got this from Yahoo. Those in bold letters are things from the list I enjoy most. Out of the 101 things listed below, I like 61 of them.

1. coloring (yes, grown-ups can do it, too) - I agree!!! I used to do this before at work, with my supervisors!!! wahahahaha

2. crisp cotton sheets

3. soft skin

4. old family recipes - it's always good to have home cooked meals...yumyum

5. the first daffodils of spring - flowers always makes me happy

6. sleeping in - and this one, too!!

7. an exercise endorphin high

8. window boxes

9. a perfect cup of coffee - migraine away!!!

10. a genuine compliment (giving or receiving) - I mean who wouldn't be delighted to hear genuine compliments, right?!!!

11. the way babies smell - babies have that scent/smell that gives us instant happiness, only sweet smelling babies please!!!

12. a handwritten letter - yeah...i agree!!!

13. waking up in a good mood...for no real reason - purely delightful, but this hardly ever happens to me!!

14. singing in the shower - depends on the song

15. finding a couple forgotten dollars in your pocket - this one I find really amusing!!

16. doing something nice for your neighbor

17. a home cooked meal - refer to number 4

18. laughing - ^_________^

19. movie theater popcorn

20. playing hookey - ahahahahha!!!

21. a bubble bath - true true!!!

22. swimming - something VERY REFRESHING, especially now that it's terribly hot!!

23. an afternoon nap - ^___________________^

24. street musicians - well, it really depends

25. your favorite song - ^_____________________^

26. saying thank you

27. helping someone in need

28. old fashioned photo booths

29. fresh whipped cream

30. inspiring blogs - YES!!!

31. a glass of wine

32. rainy afternoons - when you're at home, YES!!

33. the funny things kids say - true!!!

34. a novel you can get lost in - oh, so truly delightful!!!

35. finding the perfect piece of clothing...on sale - this, I have to agree!! then you can gloat on how cheap it costs to friends or family or officemates!!

36. clean laundry

37. the wind in your hair - OH YES!!!

38. treating the person behind you at the drive-thru

39. sharing an umbrella

40. the smell of lavender

41. a long walk that clears your head - yes, especially early morning, a few minutes before the sun rises!!

42. a bear hug - this one I need most!!

43. The Beatles

44. smiling at a stranger

45. eating with chopsticks (Chinese food optional)

46. butterflies - oh, the lovely colors

47. staying in your pj's all day - YISH YISH!!!

48. singing along to the radio and knowing all the words - yes, an achievement, too!!

49. fresh herbs

50. ordering in pizza - oh, pizza!! I miss pizza!!!

51. happy endings...even if they're fictional - yep!!! sure makes life a bit more delightful...

52. flying a kite - the last time I flew a kite over a decade ago!!

53. puppies - my aboo!!! and basti!!! wait, is basti still a puppy??? hehehehe

54. root beer floats - YISH YISH!!!

55. holding open the door...

56. ...or having someone hold the door for you - this one would definitely make me smile!!

57. fountain soda

58. white, fluffy towels

59. sunshine - oh yes, summer, but it's really hot here in Cebu..

60. spending an afternoon at a museum

61. really great advice - ^___________________^

62. green lights all the way home

63. the sound of rain hitting the windows - ^____________^ *yawn!!*

64. sitting in a booth

65. holding hands - depends...hehehehe

66. a great hair day with no effort - hahahaha!!!

67. building a fort with your kids

68. when someone falls asleep with their head on your shoulder - but it's not so delightful if that someone is a stranger!!

69. fireflies - yessssss!! are there fireflies here still??

70. the perfect taco - yumyum

71. geraniums on a windowsill

72. slow dancing - teeeeheeeee

73. the smell of fresh-baked bread - ^__________^

74. cheesy, uplifting musicals - ^_______________________________^

75. great stories - agree!!!

76. the smell of gasoline - agree!! makes me high!!!

77. the cold side of the pillow - ^_____________________^

78. love letters - sappy but sweet love letters...perfect!!!

79. old friends... - yeah...missing someone so badly

80. ...new friends

81. a pull-through parking space

82. a baguette -- crisp on the outside, airy on the inside

83. when a dog licks your hand

84. sitting at the counter at an old-fashioned diner

85. using your favorite dishes

86. reading your child a bedtime story

87. Girl Scout Cookies

88. flossing

89. kissing someone you love - ^____________________^

90. the smell of onions and garlic cooking - delightful

91. hot chocolate - on a rainy day!!!!

92. jumping in puddles - why not?? instead of trying to avoid them!

93. old photographs - TRUE!!!!

94. birds hopping on the sidewalk

95. Ella Fitzgerald

96. a spoonful of peanut butter straight from the jar - oh yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!

97. your softest t-shirt - like the one I am wearing now!! thanks mama!!!

98. a new magazine in the mail

99. fireplaces

100. having exact change

101. bacon and pancakes cooking on Saturday morning - or chorizo de cebu and eggs with garlic fried rice and batangas coffee on Sunday morning!!!!

fangirlism:THE JASON CASTRO CHRONICLES

March 20, 2010 was the most awaited date.

An officemate and fellow Jason Castro fangirl told me that he'll be coming to Cebu for a concert, so I was uberly excited and determined to get a ticket, which in the end, I decided not to get since I will be with 3 of my friends. Ever since he joined American Idol, I have been doting on him. He did not have the best voice/vocals then, but he was undeniably and by far, the hottest looking contestant to join AI that season, plus, he had dreadlocks, just how cool is that? Well, sue me, I think sporting dreadlocks and still looking handsome makes me swoon over.

So going back to March 20, my friends and I had a really late lunch over at Spice Fusion-SM which was right across the concert venue. We then strolled around the mall and waited for time to pass. The girls and I started to grow interested in a certain Sauna suit which looked like a huge trash bag. We saw one at some sport shop, and thought maybe there was a cheaper version over at Ayala Center.

After battling other cars for a parking space, we finally found one and went straight inside the mall. My friend, C*****, suggested we go to Chris Sports and look for the sauna suit. We were thinking the sports shop moved to the active zone area. I was amazed at the people swarming over at Speedo. I did not know why, but S*****, another friend, suggested perhaps Jason was there. And, she was 100% right! He was in fact looking at some products and garments.

He was no different than what I saw on TV. Jason Castro was as HOT as the summer sun. His cheeks had that pink blush and his eyes were that of an angel. As expected, he was not that tall, but he was shy as fangirls and fangays started to call him out, perhaps we scared the hell out of him. I took out my cam and took a snapshot of him. My gawd!!! I know a lot of dreadlock haters will not agree, but he was PICTURE PERFECT.

J**, the one who treated us to lunch, said maybe he'll go in to the next shop, which was Nike, but I said, maybe he was done going through the stuffs at Nike. I was so disappointed as I watched him and his posse enter the Nike shop. Oh well, I guess I should just be satisfied with the snapshot or stalker shot as what my friends call it.

The mini-concert.

I had expected a battalion of fangirls, but what I did not expect were the fanboys. WTF?! There were boys around the ages of 13 to 20, and they were actually cheering for my Jason. (my Jason?? LOL)

I was frustrated that I only knew 3 or 4 of the songs he sang. He did not even sing If I Fell, but oh well, I was happy. And that kept me smiling for at least a few days.

More pictures from the sidelines:

021910: Love Letter from FB

Dear D**** M****,

I'm missing you terribly!!! Seriously! I just went to work one day, then realized I have not talked to you for a long time. It's not like we talked everyday when you were here in C***, but today is different. You know, those days when you walk alone or sit in a coffee shop watching people passing by, going about and minding their own miserable lives, then someone walks up to you and slaps you right across the cheek then leaves, and you are left there wondering why. Yeah, I've been having those episodes like that lately aside from migraine and high blood pressure. My life's realizations are becoming terrible nightmares for me. Does this happen as one age or gets older? Because if it does, then it's a bad thing for my nerves and my heart.

I think you know you're one of my closest, and even if J**, C*****, you and I are all friends, I can still confide ALMOST EVERYTHING in you more than them just because you're cool like that. And even if we are so different in personality and outlook in life and I'm not quite sure how we became 'close', I am somehow more drawn to you.

Yeah, I love you like that. All of you are like sisters I never had.

All I'm saying is, I really do miss you Bayot. Why? You might ask... Hmmm... I don't know, I just do!

I miss you, Friend!!! Really... Terribly.... Badly... Severely.... Gravely.... ---->OA na ba?? Hehehehe...

Hope everything is going well in that part of the region!! And, do take care of yourself always!!!

Mmmmmwaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!<-----super big, wet smack

Your Friend,

N?

021710: almost Zzzzzzz....

If two shots of caffeine and a stick of nicotine will not work to jump start my half dead brain, then what will? Currently trying to write an Epilogue for my first 'publicized' long fic while I am at work, but it seems all ideas are leaving me. A little help here, please??

021710: February is NOT my FAVORITE MONTH

And so it's mid February. So far and as expected, nothing has gone right. Of the 12 months in a year, I think I may be cursed a trillion and one times on this particular month.

I now declare the first half of February, ANOTHER EPIC FAILURE...

Why? Here are the obvious facts:

1. Paid off my credit card, but had to swipe it again for a tire (YES!!! a friggin' TIRE!!!)

2. More expenditures for the old FX, so basically my savings has gone and currently on a picket (Well, it's not like my papa won't pay it off, it's just really frustrating that nothing is going my way or as planned!!!)

3. My brain is on a major drought for ideas to end what I started. It is getting soooo d.amn frustrating.

4. Still trying to balance the house budget, and it's causing my blood pressure to rise. I hate being troubled by money issues.

5. Still stuck in the same job. When will I ever start loving my job? >>deep breath, huge sigh!! thinking maybe the Gods hate me..<<

6. Too lonely.. Too bored.. In need of a social life..

0110: January 2010 is EPIC FAIL

Now, as I sit near the end of January's tail and hear February banging on the door, I try to recall the things I did to highlight the 1st month of the year. But like every other January of each year that came and went without notice, I realize there was nothing worth blabbing about. It was just another month of another year. It came and went like a blur. Maybe, that's because of my hazy memory. Maybe, because there really was nothing there.

The year and the month started with a mess. It was like a distasteful drama on bad television. Gah! I freakin' cried like a lunatic on New Year's eve because of some petty misunderstanding between my grandmother and my brother. Geeesh, people! And I thought all the while, I was the one with issues. Hmph!! Good grief, gramps just ruined everyone else's New Year's Eve. All the praises goes to Grandma!!

Good thing my brother easily forgets things like those easily. Otherwise, we would be grappling at the tension when they meet on every occasion or celebration we have to attend. Oh, the drama!!

So, what else..what else.. I developed, well, rekindled is more like it, with a not so new bad vice. The smell of nicotine is just too tempting to fore go. Besides, it's not like I've become a chain smoker or something. And oh, I finally let go of coffee when my coffee maker was broken because of the d.amn ants playing house inside the machine.

Hmm, I got a chance to get away from the city this month. I was so proud of my brother who drove all the way to the South of Cebu. Well, we did not go that far, just in San Fernando, but still, it was his first time. So, Hurray! to my brother, I'm a proud sister. We were able to reach our destination safely and came back home in one piece. I guess that would be high-freakin'-light of my month. And, it was my first time to see such adorable, expensive (imported) and high maintenance pitbulls. The place by the way was awesome. I mean super ideal for a family with those kinds of dogs to live in. I would not mind going there again or taking a vacation maybe.

I was able to write at least 9 short fan fictional stories and 6 parts for a long shot this month (still working on the seventh as of this very moment). Yey, giving myself a pat on the back! And I also got to download 2 episodes of WGM with Ssangchu cuts-so I was happy on the last Friday of the month despite the unexpected expenditure because of Basti (Grrrr! Bad dog!). I will continue downloading them until I get all 14 episodes plus the Chuseok special. I know it's been two years since they left the show, but I cannot help it, I am so addicted to them.

Hopefully, February would be a good one since I so truly hate this month. It just keeps on getting worse for me every year. Other than the fact that it keeps slamming the truth (about being NBSB) in my face, nothing just works my way on this freakin' month. Gah!! The sources of my mystical powers seem to hide under the radar during this time of the year.

Still, I'm praying for a good February-crossing fingers!!

Ear Candy: Hello World (Belle Perez)

A Woman to her Lover -- Christina Walsh

Do you come to me to bend me to your will
as conqueror to the vanquished
to make of me a bondslave
to bear you children, wearing out my life
in drudgery and silence
no servant will i be
if that be what you ask. O lover i refuse you!

Or if you think to wed with one from heaven sent
whose every deed and word and wish is golden
a wingless angel who can do no wrong
go! - i am no doll to dress and sit for feeble worship
if that be what you ask, fool, i refuse you!

Or if you think in me to find
a creature who will have no greater joy
than gratify your clamorous desire,
my skin soft only for your fond caresses
my body supple only for your sense delight.
Oh shame, and pity and abasement.
Not for you the hand of any wakened woman of our time.

But lover, if you ask of me
that i shall be your comrade, friend, and mate,
to live and work, to love and die with you,
that so together we may know the purity and height
of passion, and of joy and sorrow,
then o husband, i am yours forever
and our co-equal love will make the stars to laugh with joy
and to its circling fugue pass, hand holding hand
until we reach the very heart of god.

The Rose That Grew From Concrete -- Tupac Shakur

Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.

I Loved You... -- Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

I loved you, and I probably still do,
And for a while the feeling may remain...
But let my love no longer trouble you,
I do not wish to cause you any pain.
I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,
The jealousy, the shyness - though in vain -
Made up a love so tender and so true
As may God grant you to be loved again.

I Carry Your Heart With Me -- EE Cummings

I carry your heart with me
I carry it in my heart

I am never without it
Anywhere I go, you go,my dear.

And whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling

I fear no fate
For you are my fate, my sweet.

I want no world
For beautiful, you are my world, my true

And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
And whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
Here is the root of the root
And the bud of the bud
And the sky of the sky of a tree called life
Which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide
And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart
I carry it in my heart

Sonnet XIV: If Thou Must Love Me -- Elizabeth Barret Browning

If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
"I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day" -
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, -
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

Fetish&Fixations: R.O.A.D.T.R.I.P

Locations: Starbucks-SM Northwing, Naga, Minglanilla, San Fernando (Cebu)



I LOVE ROADTRIPS!!!!

Ear Candy: Miserable (Lit)

blogger's note: music tripping to hide the pain. year in focus: the 90's!!



You make me come
You make me complete
You make me completely miserable
Stuck to a chair
Watchin' this story about me
Everything goes by so fast
Making my head spin
Used up all of my friends
Who needs them when you mean everything
I love the things that we should fear
I'm not afraid of being here
So much the same
It makes me helpless alone
Nothing to share
Why should I care if your near me
Give up all of my plans
But who needs them
When you mean everthing
I love the things that we should fear
I'm not afraid of being here
So much the same
You make me helpless alone
Yeah, yeah..You make me come
Yeah, yeah..You make me complete
Yeah, yeah..You make me completely miserable
I love the things that we should fear
I'm not afraid of being here
So much the same
It makes me helpless alone
You make me come
You make me complete
You make me completely miserable
Yeah, yeah..You make me come
Yeah, yeah..You make me complete
Yeah, yeah..You make me completely miserable

Ear Candy: Got You (Where I Want You) (The Fly's)

Hey, what's the point of this?
Oh hey, what's your favorite song?
Maybe we could hum along.

Well, I think you're smart,
You sweet thing,
Tell me your name,
I'm dying here.

Ah Hoo …
Got you where I want you, again x2

Hey, maybe just a smile.
Oh hey, did you know that I can dance?
Could we talk for awhile?

Well, I think you're smart,
You sweet thing,
Tell me your sign,
I'm dying here

Ah Hoo ….
Got you where I want you, again
Got you where I want you,
where I want you, I want you

Suffer, Suffer,
You know you get no rubber,
Gone with a pretty girl
Changing me like no other.

Suffer, Suffer,
You don’t get no rubber,
Would you like a minute to
Put that thing on your lover?

Ah .. I think you’re smart,
you sweet thing
Tell me your name,
I’m dying here

Ah Hoo …
Suffer, Suffer,
You know you get no rubber,
Gone with a pretty girl
Changing me like no other.

Suffer, Suffer,
You don’t get no rubber,
Would you like a minute to
Put that thing on your lover? ……..x2

Got you where I want you. yeah
Got you where I want you yeah!
Got you where I want you want you, want you

Got you where I want you
Got you where I want you
Got you where I want you

A Song of Despair -- Pablo Neruda

The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.

Deserted like the dwarves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!

Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.

In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
From you the wings of the song birds rose.

You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!

It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.

Pilot's dread, fury of blind driver,
turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!

In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.
Lost discoverer, in you everything sank!

You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire,
sadness stunned you, in you everything sank!

I made the wall of shadow draw back,
beyond desire and act, I walked on.

Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I loved and lost,
I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.

Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness.
and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.

There was the black solitude of the islands,
and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.

There was thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.

Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me
in the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!

How terrible and brief my desire was to you!
How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.

Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,
still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.

Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.

Oh the mad coupling of hope and force
in which we merged and despaired.

And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.
And the word scarcely begun on the lips.

This was my destiny and in it was my voyage of my longing,
and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank!

Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you,
what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you not drowned!

From billow to billow you still called and sang.
Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel.

You still flowered in songs, you still brike the currents.
Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.

Pale blind diver, luckless slinger,
lost discoverer, in you everything sank!

It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour
which the night fastens to all the timetables.

The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.
Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.

Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands.

Oh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything.

It is the hour of departure. Oh abandoned one!

Your Laughter -- Pablo Neruda

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon
,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.

Sonnet XXV -- Pablo Neruda

Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own:
I wavered through the streets, among
Objects:
Nothing mattered or had a name:
The world was made of air, which waited.

I knew rooms full of ashes,
Tunnels where the moon lived,
Rough warehouses that growled 'get lost',
Questions that insisted in the sand.

Everything was empty, dead, mute,
Fallen abandoned, and decayed:
Inconceivably alien, it all

Belonged to someone else - to no one:
Till your beauty and your poverty
Filled the autumn plentiful with gifts.

Sonnet XVI -- Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Sonnet XI -- Pablo Neruda

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Sonnet VIII -- Pablo Neruda

If your eyes were not the color of the moon,
of a day full of clay, and work, and fire,
if even held-in you did not move in agile grace like the air,
if you were not an amber week,

not the yellow moment
when autumn climbs up through the vines;
if you were not that bread the fragrant moon
kneads, sprinkling its flour across the sky,

oh, my dearest, I could not love you so!
But when I hold you I hold everything that is --
sand, time, the tree of the rain,

everything is alive so that I can be alive:
without moving I can see it all:
in your life I see everything that lives.

Sonnet LXXXI -- Pablo Neruda

And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping amber.

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go together, over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away; your eyes closed like two gray
wings, and I move

after, following the folding water you carry, that carries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.

If You Forget Me -- Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You -- Pablo Neruda

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair -- Pablo Neruda

DON'T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking
my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

Fetish&Fixations: Pablo Neruda

Sometimes, some words just make your heart skip a beat. At other times, it slices through your soul, making you feel bare naked, showing your very core, exposing your deepest emotions and feelings---that's the very effect Pablo Neruda has on me.

Every now and then, I find some of his poems and just wanna melt in his words.

So here, I'm sharing some of my favorites.

my 2 cents: ear cropping for pitbulls

Last Sunday, a pitbull pup died after getting his ears cropped. The veterinarian said the bleeding did not stop. She had to re-open the stitches, but it did not help.

It breaks my heart to hear such news, especially when I saw the pup hours before he died. He was avoiding his brother (our pet) who was trying to play with him. They both got their ears cropped together.

Still, I don't get why dog owners want to get their dog's ears cropped or tails cut off. Do they know that the life of their pets are at risk?

Don't get me wrong, I do not want to blame the vet who performed the operation. I just cannot stomach these things. I had to fight nail and tooth not to get the ears of our pitbulls' cropped, but the men in the family won anyway. What is it with men and wanting their pitbulls' ears cropped?

My brother said it's all for the looks, but I thought our pits looked just fine and just as fierce without getting their ears cropped. It's not like they will catch some illness if they don't get their ears cropped. Seriously, I.D.O.N.O.T.G.E.T.I.T!!!!!!

I hope pitbull owners do not get their dogs' ears cropped.

Another pitbull's life was wasted.

This is for Tiny, who did not get the chance to really enjoy his pitbull years. And, a plea to all pitbull owners, please do not get the ears of your pitbulls cropped. Please save them the misery and pain. Please save their lives.

Mindless Musings: 011610--burrrrrrr!

what a way to start the day!

'go on, take the plunge', i tried to encourage myself....

i had to think twice, no thrice...no four times...maybe even five times...

but i had to do it....

'oh, well...here goes nothing', i mumbled...

yes, indeed, it was cold...uberly cold...

i hate taking a bath at dawn and when it's raining outside...

but i have to....and so, i did!!

Ear Candy: EXTRAORDINARY (Liz Phair)

I am extraordinary if you'd ever get to know me.

I am extraordinary.

I am just your ordinary average everyday sane psycho super goddess.

---lyrics from liz phair's extraordinary---

Mindless Musings: 011510--Ang Mga Darlings Kong Aswang...

keeno and basti...ang mga darlings kong aswang...

Work Rants/Ramblings: 011410--Coffee&Cigarettes

went to bed late---well, later than the usual 9pm bedtime call...

woke up earlier than usual, but was too grouchy to get up...

went back to sleep only to realize that i was 15 minutes late for my usual wake up call...

dawn equals work

work equals boredom

boredom equals sleepy me

sleepy me equals headbanging rockstar me(referring to the head bobbing motion when sleepy)

...and so the headbanging rockstar me turns to 2pm, suju, slipknot, system of a down, RATM, fabolous, jagged edge, busta rhymes, p.diddy, skindred, bob marley, sugar hiccups, beastie boys, and the likes to save my sorry a$$...

but unfortunately it does not work because the sandman is persistent in taking me back to dreamland...

turns to bad habits

A DOZE OF NICOTINE AND TWO SHOTS OF CAFFEINE LATER....

sleepy me who becomes headbanging rockstar zones out...totally deluded...

really does not work...

4 hours to go before EOD...

.H.E.L.P.