z makes me proudest

sold!

i admit i have a tendency to be so self-absorbed that i end up a recluse, totally withdrawn from the great things life offers wrapped with its rich complexities. my comfort zone zaps like a force field similar to that of the wonder twins which i believed then protected me from intrusions. but as i am approaching the big number 3-0, i've re-discovered that life is all about interaction, about exchanges. it's all about opening up to a far more splendid realm together with other people.

rather than sulk inside my room until a geico tires of me for some company, i choose to go out of my shell. the results-- i tell you were astounding. i was consumed to the core. i was S.O.L.D!!!


i'll let the photos do the talking:

project summer: garaga s.a.l.e!!

i'd like to

"may you live all the days of your life." - jonathan swift

i'd like to touch the sky, reach the heavens, and be surrounded by stars
i'd like to find glory in every little things i do
i'd like to smile, let my eyes shine
i'd like to touch and heal other people's deep wounds

i'd like to commune and stand up and brave the crowd and be a shining light
i'd like to write a book about death, about life, about love, about hatred, about poverty, about affluence, about the rise and fall,
the breathing and heaving of a new born,
i'd like to indulge my family and take them to wondrous treats

i'd like to hold his hands, his hands alone
i'd like to kiss his lips, his lips alone
i'd like to be wrapped in his embrace,
look straight in to his eyes and utter the words
i do, i do, i do.

winds

aimless. like that of a man who walks the streets from sun up to sun down, almost bare naked, feeling nary a hunger, who seeks and never finds, whose skin is tainted with a color that reminds me of charcoal, such an impoverished state or is it? aimless. it's a dead end for her. she calls on all munificent beings, the gods and the goddesses to rescue her from this downtrodden mire. find me she utters to aeolus. carry me she calls on to boreas. lift me she pleads to favonius. she pleads and summons the universe, the aether, the self.

aimless. she will no longer be, for as she respires so is the world which continues to spin round and round and round. spooling. creating. crafting what she ought to be in the first place. but, does she know it?

As a Man Thinketh by James Allen

Let a man cease from his sinful thoughts, and all the world will soften toward him, and be ready to help him. Let him put away his weakly and sickly thoughts, and lo! opportunities will spring up on every hand to aid his strong resolves. Let him encourage good thoughts, and no hard fate shall bind him down to wretchedness and shame. The world is your kaleidoscope, and the varying combinations of colors which at every succeeding moment it presents to you are the exquisitely adjusted pictures of your evermoving thoughts.

You will be what you will to be;
Let failure find its false content
In that poor word, "environment,"
But spirit scorns it, and is free.

It masters time, it conquers space;
It cows that boastful trickster, Chance,
And bids the tyrant Circumstance
Uncrown, and fill a servant's place.

The human Will, that force unseen,
The offspring of a deathless Soul,
Can hew a way to any goal,
Though walls of granite intervene.

Be not impatient in delay,
But wait as one who understands;
When spirit rises and commands,
The gods are ready to obey.

be not afraid

you're afraid to write. you're afraid to do something extraordinarily amazing for yourself and for those people that surround you. you're afraid to take a leap. perchance, you're afraid of your genuine self that is meant to shed light and be light. your heart is wrapped in cynicism and fear, but why? you're afraid to look at people straight into their eyes because you refuse to reveal who you are. you refuse to merge and run enmesh and become part of another's world. you sit and wallow in your egocentric universe, when out there is nothing less than beautiful and glorious. entangle. interweave.

you're afraid to do. you're afraid of going upstream. remember, you are free of dynamics, of stereotypes, of judgment. just do, let your true north guide you as you are becoming...

have some laugh...

with zach galifianakis

just some collage i made

"the world makes way for the man who knows where he is going."

- ralph waldo emerson

currently nibbling...

"The universe constantly and obediently answers to our conceptions; whether we travel fast or slow, the track is laid for us. Let us spend our lives in conceiving then. The poet or the artist never yet had so fair and noble a design but some of his posterity at least could accomplish it."

rubber shoes

what she had on is a pair of rubber shoes aged by time, joy, desperation, success and failures. she bought it at 22. today, she just turned 29. same old rubber shoes, same old pair. it has already surpassed its acceptable life span. according to standards her friend lived with, a pair of rubber shoes should be replaced every six months. (i guess that's the way a person should care for his feet).

but, she, who looks after nearly the welfare of everyone else, has been thoughtless of her own needs. luisa, her name is. and so, she went on using the same old pair of rubber shoes for nearly a decade now. the pair manifests a concrete evidence of the wear and tear theory. theory in real time. theory seen quite evidently in her pair of worn-out, dilapidated (if you may call it as such) rubber shoes. the pair splits open in the middle that when you give it a concerned look, you'll see smiley smile back at you and charm you with a big wide grin. the pair splits open in the middle that the sole would seem to divorce itself from the body, wherein luisa slips her beautifully tanned and shapely feet into.

she played tennis in it. ran and walked in it at the UP academic oval . she hiked in it. she meditated in it. she flew and painted the sky in it. but, how she aches for a new pair -adidas , a nike or a lacoste perhaps. adidas, she decided finally!

but she has to wait, delay her gratification once again. for after all, she has her priorities set straight.