i misz my blogspot. i took the bus this morning with an inspiration in my head. i slept over it on the bus. I hit the office before 8 AM. I rushed downstairs to apply for a new ATM. Sent a short message to Jules. Went back up in a speeding bullet. The next 8 hours I got silly drowned over loads and loads of work. I squeezed in Anakish, got her number, I asked for Wenggay but Bok's busy with Walkathon. I asked for Tatay, i can see, hear, smell, Anakish shrugging her shoulder. I was thinking of calling Maweng Jena and Gigi ... damn! ... this witch is so freegin' busy. Nons and Thelmz texted me ... what a waste of their peso ... I can be a lousy friend sometimes, no replies demmet. MyFayeFaye has been texting me, urging me to just even drop by tomorrow night for an EMD-led SMB Drink All Nyte spree at SMX ... in as much as I want too, ... I have oculars the whole time. If there's anything else that really made me happy today, I met up with Nettchii ... she was smoking at New Studios ... shouting my name ... I went to her for a kisz. She is growing big at the Network ... she will grow bigger. I am proud of her. Nettchii will always be my little, big gurl! And like the rest of the brood, she makes me proud.
Tonight, I went home early to fulfill a promise to my little girl, a little private treat form McDo. She was waiting for it last night, I got home late from work. Tonight, I have to keep my word.
Bottomline, I failed to write anything today.
So with the little, lesz originality, I updated kraMri ... posting ... the movies.
Those lines were so good ... oh well , too bad they were jusz the movies ... but all so good, GWH on my Facebook wall. Remembering Nanat and how beautiful and convincing he said those words to me (of course without the conviction :) )
... Here they go,
Ms Candice Bergen, “Why do you want to make love go away? It's hard enough to find it in the first place.”
'Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Add pepper to your mashed potatoes. Plant roses and lavender, for luck. Fall in love whenever you can.' - Alice Hoffman from Practical Magic
I think I just need to believe that it works.
Love, couplehood, partnerships.
The idea that when two people come together, they stay together.
I have to take that to bed with me every night,
even if I'm going to bed alone. That's a McBealism.
- Ally McBeal
One of the keys to life: the fast forward.
Every movie has its lousy parts.
The trick is to fast forward through them.
As time passes, you look back and say oh, that little thing, oh that.
You fast forward to then right now, and you're over it.
- Ally McBeal (again)
I know you're out there. I can feel you now.
I know that you're afraid... afraid of me. You're afraid of change.
I don't know the future.
I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end.
I came here to tell how it's going to begin.
I'm going to hang up this phone,
and then show these people what you don't want them to see.
I'm going to show them a world without you.
A world without rules or controls, borders or boundaries.
A world where anything is possible.
Where we go from there is a choice I leave to you.
~ The Matrix
There once was a turtle who lived in her shell,
The shell was her home and her prison as well.
One day she got frightened, she wanted to hide,
So she tucked her head into the safety inside.
Then came a moment of terrible doubt,
She could not find any head-hole to poke out.
But a miracle saved her before her heart sank,
the magical love of a turtle named Hank.
~ King Of Queens
I wanted a perfect ending ...
Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme,
and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end.
Life is about not knowing, having to change,
taking the moment and making the best of it,
without knowing what's going to happen next.
Delicious ambiguity." :)
~ Gilda Radner
Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some people move our souls to dance.
They awaken us to new understandings
with passing whispers of their wisdom.
Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.
Others stay in our life awhile, leave footprints on our hearts,
and we are never, ever the same.
~ Anonymous
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to
doesn't mean they don't love you the best way they know how.
~ Unknown
Reality is that which,
when you stop believing in it,
doesn't go away.
~Philip K. Dick
"Gotta go see abouta girl." from Good Will Hunting (Jonathan says this better than Matt Damon :) )
"... when you need me, but do not want me, then i will stay. When you want me, but do not need me, then i have to go." ~~ this line from Emma Thompson's McPhee \
“That’s why people put hot sauce on their tacos.”**
from my fave forensic scientist of NCIS
"There’s no such thing as a coincidence." … Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs
This one's from Wolverine!
Why is the moon so lonely?
Because she used to have a lover.
(His name was Kuekuatsheu and they lived in the spirit world together. And every night they would wander the skies together. But... one of the other spirits was jealous. Trickster, one of the moons from South, he told Kuekuatsheu that the moon had asked for flowers. He told him to come to our world and pick some wild roses but Kuekuatsheu didn't know that once you leave the spirit world, you can never go back. And every night, he looks up in the sky and sees the moon and howls her name.)
But... he can never touch her again.
"But the only one I've never forgotten is the one who never asked..." ... a 1900s legend (its like a fairytale, it stays the way, lovely but never real.)
I like to remember things my own way. how i remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened. I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. My DeLicioUs ambiguity.
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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