2.23.2006

THE INVITATION

THE INVITATION
Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments

2.19.2006

kapag puno na ang salop!

the handsomest motherfucker ever to brandish a toy rifle.

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2.16.2006

1 minute Pop hit list

In the name of capitalism, these are the immediate 5 examples of moronic ventures. Boycott them so they will learn their lessons.

5. PBB. pinoy big baboy.
4. ely buendia to [jesus] ventura (or whatever the fuck it is he used) to ely buendia. where the hell are your balls?
3. ultraelectomagneticjam. the song list obviously was prepared by the music studios. at PUTANG INA BAKIT NANDOON ANG CUESHE????? speaking of which...
2. CUESHE. The band is a bunch of musical idiots. gasgas na melody at song structure (verse-verse-chorus-verse-chorus-coda-chorus to death), gasgas na mga riffs ng gitara, at higit sa lahat at pinakaputang inang higit sa lahat at hinding-hindi ma-take ng literature professor na ito, gasgas na lyrics na kayang isulat ng kahit sinong 16-year old. (my sincerest apologies to 16 year olds). they are not even worthy of piracy.
1. abs cbn. sunugin sana ang mga kaluluwa ninyo sa impyerno dahil sa ginawa ninyo sa mga pumila sa wowowee.

Thou shalt never have any chance of making me part with me and mi moolah. more importantly, my time.
Amen.

2.05.2006

balik prabins

bertdey ni lola kahapon. back to lahar land. tang inang lahar yan 15 years na nga ganito pa rin itsura.

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umalis kami before 7am. pagdating namin dun after about 2 and a half hours, sarap ng arroz caldo with native chicken and lots of paminta!

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pansinin nyo yung water line ng caldero. ganyan siya kasarap talaga. or ganyan lang kami kasiba.

twas a nice time to revisit old nooks. and some domestic wildlife. like this pair of fowl with chicks. pangtinola! 3 daw sa kanila ang napunta sa inubos na arroz caldo sabi ni lola.

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eto naman mga ihaw ihaw lang. hayup sa anghang yung sawsawan.

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tapos eto pang siopao siguro.

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ito naman ang kahindik-hindik na burong pampanga. best with steamed veggies, kagaya ng ampalaya at talong. not for the faint-gutted.

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you put the buro on top of the ampalaya. then throw it to the back of your throat. never, under absolutely no circumstance, shall you let it roll off your tongue like a slab of cadbury's. unless of course you wanna throw up.

ang buro ay panis na kanin at/o hipon. maraming klase ang buro. me pinatikim na sa aking masarap na pampulutan, yung kaning halos kulay berdeng gelatin na. yes, if it sounds a bit gross, that's coz it is! pipilas ka ng letsugas (lettuce) tapos irorolyo mo sa loob ang isang kurot ng burong berde na yun, tsaka mo isho shoot sa lalamunan. masarap siyang isabay sa chivas regal. again, para lang sa matatapang ang sikmura.

but then again, bleu cheese smells like shit, too.

nilagang mani for pulutan ulit.

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finally, panghimagas! prizes go to the lucky one who can eat the living thing!

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