alone

i
am
at
the
other
side
of
the
world
are
you
waiting
for
me
too
asking
the
same
question
searching
for
the
same
answer
looking
for
the
same
image
in
the
mirror
of
solitude
wandering
in
the
vast
wilderness
of
people
what
are
the
chances
that
our
paths
will
collide
and
forever
intertwine
?

Monster Underneath My Bed

Oh, you better believe me
You better do
What I am about to say to you --
There's a monster underneath my bed

At night when I go to sleep
Although I would rather not
But always fatigue is stronger
Then I drift to slumber

In the silence of the night
With the moon nowhere in sight
A shadow runs after me
Catching up with me in every dark corner

There is no escape
The landscape is dark
And I am all alone
I shout and run

But the faceless figure
Is always a step behind
I run up the stairs
But there it waits for me

Like a predator welcoming its prey
I run down as fast as I can
But my strength fails me
And I fall

The bleary moon casts some light
As the faceless figure stretches its arm
Locking its right hand against my left foot
Then I see

A hand it has not
But rather a claw
Black and scary pretty much like a crow's
It seems to stare at me

I don't want to know
I shout all my lungs out
Leaving me panting for breath
Then I wake up and realize

That it is only a bad dream
Suddenly my bed shakes
And I see the same claw
Poised for a grip

You better believe this
You better do
What I have just told you
There's a monster underneath my bed!

Wanting You

It hurts to want you each day
To watch you nearby
Yet far away
To watch you come and leave
Leaving me in constant pain.

When I long for you
The pain reenters me
And I can only be comforted
By your gentle touch
But once you bid farewell
The pain reenters with rage
Tearing me to pieces.

It hurts to want you each day
Like utopia that is never meant to happen
Only to be desired
To be cherished in the lonely alleys of my mind
It never fails to hurt me
As I want you each day
For each day you grow ever so desirable.

I would pawn my soul
For an ephemeral embrace
Only to appease this burning desire
And when you let go
I would pawn my soul again and again
As endless as temporal moments could be
So I can worship you for all eternity.

morning after the storm

the sun casts some light on your creamy skin though the windowpane is moist with dew i have just awakened from a sweet dream; and realized this is a day anew i quickly said my morning prayer then went back to staring at you -- nothing, nothing is more intense than waking up next to you.

Away From You

Just when the pang of loneliness
Numbed my senses
My phone rang
Registering your name

My heart
Which has been dormant
Suddenly leapt with excitement
As I hear your voice

That familiar voice that once was
Able to make me laugh
And paint my gloomy days
With the bright spectrum of rainbows

It's past midnight now
And this part of the world is asleep
But I am kept awake
By what you have to say

I hang on to your every word
Your gentle breathing that is audible
I could almost hear you say
The same sweet things
Wrapped in the warmth of your embrace

If only I can keep this conversation
For all eternity
I'd buy each minute
With my every penny

But things end
Sometimes in the same manner we ended
Often in teary goodbyes
Farewells seem inevitable

Now I am captive in this moment
My hand clutches my phone
Like I am clinging to you
At the other end of the line

Begging you to stay a second more
And to say how well you are
And perhaps
Just perhaps
Say that we can still be together
Just like the days before yesterday

This call will end soon --
As they always do
And I will be transported back
To the island of isolation
And I am a phone call and a thousand miles
Away from you

parallel || attraction

the alarm clock rings                   bacon strips for breakfast
i wake up                                   great, my diet is on a day off
i can't afford to be late                a final dash of makeup
not today                                   and a gracious blow of my fruity
                                                                    perfume
a quick bath                               what a beautiful day
a quick cup of coffee                   i grab my bag and pick my shoes
that should do it                         and i walk around the room
i slam my apartment door           like i was walking in the streets of paris
i hear my neighbor curse            okay, time to go
like he is not used to it                i head to the elevator and press the
                                                                    down button
i press the button                       ding
9...                                            9...
8...                                            8...
7...                                            oh, i forgot my bracelet
this is taking forever                   6...
5...                                            5...
ding                                          ding
the elevator doors open              great, i'll be late
i enter                                       hmmm... does he ever comb his hair
nice perfume                              nice smile
i have seen her yesterday           i wish he would look at me again
and the day before                     if i chance upon him tomorrow
and everyday she smells nicer    wearing that same carefree hairstyle
i wonder what her name is          he'll get a lecture on hygiene
maybe i should ask her               4...
i clear my throat                        okay, talk to me
3...                                           3...
2...                                           oh, well...
ding                                          ding
okay, perhaps tomorrow             i can't wait for tomorrow

The Art in Computer Programming

What exactly is software development, and why is it so hard?
Find out from this link.

Time Crisis 3 - Credits Gone Wild?

For the second time in six months, I have saved the peaceful nation of Lukano from annihilation.

The lightguns went berserk last Friday as another heroic, albeit costly, mission came to an end. But as the credits were being shown, I was surprised to find out that my sleuth partner and I ended up in the 6th spot. Who cares? Well, I do. The first time I completed the game, I ended up in the same spot. Unfortunately, the arcade game only displays the names of the top 5 pairs. Now I have this conjecture that whoever completes the game - regardless of accuracy - will always end up in exactly the same spot.

If any of you experience the same thing or think that this is very likely true, please let me know -- and I'll never hold that TC lightgun again and Lukano can rot like hell. (Darn, I will miss Alicia though.)

Whoever wins... I'll buy both

I have recently watched the movie "Alien vs. Predator" and now I am thinking of buying the action figures. The 6-inch Predator scale model is well-articulated and comes with removable parts. You may even remove the trophy necklace!



It's a slightly different story for the relatively static Alien but the details are equally stunning.



Hmmm... I can't wait to add these two to my collection.

Mantsa

Malamig ang gabi
Malungkot ang katahimikan
Sa malapit na poso, ang dalaga
Ay maaaninag na naglalaba
Kuskos ng mga kamay
Ang punit na palda
Habang ang luha'y
Di mapigil ang patak
Kuskos
Kuskos
Kuskos
Nang ang dugong mantsa'y mawala
Para ikubli ang kasamaang kumapit
Kuskos
Kuskos
Kuskos
Lakas ay pilit na ibinubuhos
Kahit katawan ay patang-pata
Kuskos
Kuskos
Kuskos
Habang ikinukubli ng gabi
Ang bangungot ng katanghalian
Habang ang bilog na buwan
Ay pipi at bulag sa pangyayari
Kuskos
Kuskos
Kuskos
Nang bumalik ang dating linis
At mabura ang kung anong masama
Na para bang hapding mapapawi
Sa bawat pagkuskos

Roll-off Day

Roll-off day today! I will always remember the busy days and the sleepless nights. And I will never forget the people behind the project. Good luck to all!

The Stepford Wives

I watched "The Stepford Wives" last night with Jackie, Ces, Celine, Tri, Mike, Mau and George. I didn't expect that the movie was -- strangely weird (or weirdly strange?). It was good in an unconventional sense. Part two, anyone?

what is poetry?

what is poetry
if not for love
the lyrics in the song you sing
the sweet rhymes
in your greeting card
the affection behind that ring

what is poetry
if not for sadness
after the long, furious fights
the bustling city
and the cold people
endless winter nights

what is poetry
if not for crying
tearful goodbyes
and last farewell
ungranted wish you take at heart
as you throw dime in the well

what is poetry
if not for memories
of long forgotten past
and of lucid dreams
as you sleep adieu
cradled by the stars

what is poetry
if not for beauty
the moon, the stars and all
pink cherry blossoms
and baby's breath
marble gods and goddesses

Listen

So, who do you think you are?
I don't care though
You and your self-righteous, adamant ways
You wouldn't listen
There's no point in defending myself
There's no point in making you understand
How I think
How I feel
Because no matter what I say
To you I am wrong
My truth is absurd to you
My truth is practically twisted
As you hear me speak
You have selective understanding
Of me
Of my thoughts
That, if you have understood at least something
So I'll just keep quiet now
Not wanting to utter a word
Not wanting to explain myself
Not wanting to be redeemed
For whatever I say
I will still be condemned
Unfairly
You said I was rude
I really could have been and I'm sorry
But your actuations were just as equal
So where does this lead us?
In circles, quiet and cold
Taking us nowhere
Silence may be rude
But it is the only resort I have
Against someone who hears not
How I wish you can listen
Listen without prejudice.

Passing Days

The sky was blue
When I was younger
And thunders
Scared me
But a paper boat
Was all it takes
To last through
The rainy day

Now I don't see
The sky anymore
Is it blue still?
I don't know
And thunders
No longer scare
Paper boats
Are no longer fun
Rainy day
Is just a day
Without the sun

Genesis

I'm not quite sure what nice thing I could possibly get myself into by having my own blog -- but I have just created one!