fingers and toes . . .

it's ending april...
but not yet june.
come july, it'll be the second leg and nearing another year.
i know i'm sorta hurrying everything, yet, i'm not sure if i'm not fine with that.

life's good (and bad).. i like it (all of it) ..
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another itch scratched...

it's annual

it's the office's annual meetings this weekend and this, somewhat crossed my mind this afternoon . . .

funny how i always manage to find entertainment during these blue smurfs meetings...

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another itch scratched...

wow me

i'd hate to be melodramatic .. but above all, i'm getting this feelin all over again... no it doesnt come that often at all... with life so busy scuttling by.. with what u may ask? beats me sumtimes... Having the ipod on shuffle... having some songs from times past suddenly blasting in.. having old memories released, like encoded in these songs... yes, in fact i think each song is somewhat encrypted with a certain message, a certain mood, a certain memory, a certain special meaning.. unique only to ourselves... well i guess that's how it's like for most of us, no?

this is dejavu all over again... the feeling? the adjectives .. what? unnerving? stagnant? a lil' sweet? somewhat still hopeful? what in the world just went on??? .. and, where the hell was i??

im still here . . .

another itch scratched...

one from the archive..

Let me count the whys I love thy . . ........................................................................ unpretentious, no hidden agenda, right smack in yer' face! 100% satisfaction, every time, at the simplest (yet) of craving. you never play hard to get, you smother at the very touch of my light.. and when the air is still enough, i see you dance in the night. yes, it's ironic that at most of these times, you are as if a company to my solitary moments.. and never a dull moment too, with you around that is. you just know how to blend so effortlessly well into congregations. into blissful sea-watching afternoons, into drink-or-die nights, into hair-pulling overtimes, wrinkles-inducing trying times, and of course, into near-clocking-out catchin' up hours. the day is still young, for now that is. you are still, unpretentious. take it or leave it. take it, then, live with it.