right track, baby!

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another itch scratched...

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.

how close is the moon now?

Japan.. Quake.. Tsunami.. Nuke plants.. Devastation.
the world over is moved and saddened by this unfortunate turn of events.
some pledge their support in every ways thinkable, some poke fun at it with dire consequences.

Me. Read the news and watched some videos over the internet. some things you gotta see for yourself to believe it.
Kept myself updated through the online media. social networks prove sometimes a faster source of info (especially) at times like these.. it's where all sources of news, and hoaxes, are gathered at..


today, through the msn site.. saw this image:


and it struck me immediately, a scene from what i remembered of an animation, japanese nontheless..

"ponyo on the cliff by the sea"

it used to strike me as a peculiar animation this one, with all the cutish-japanesey animations sprouted undoubtedly from amazing imaginations.
but this part here, turns out this did not boil from mere imagination,.. no, not at all.
so this is what the scenes really are like over there, when there are floods of massive magnitudes.

i'm sure, even after all these ... them japanese will be able to pull through and continue to flourish, as they've always did.









another itch scratched...

Shawshank revisited..

i luv unifi ..

i luv the oscars (a few at least) ..

but most of all, i luv holidays ..

.. fell in love with mr morgan freeman in Shawshank Redemption.. fell in love all over again tonight. not exactly the usual typecasted hero; he had his fears, his 'small' moments.. but most of all i think, i fell for his voice amongst all .. and that quick american slang that he has, playing Red.

and this ..

127 hours ... it began as a solitary pursuit, of freedom unrestricted.

"a man can be himself only so long as he is alone; ... if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free." [Schopenhauer, "The World as Will and Idea", 1818]

and this, ironically.. the view from the pit, the bottomest of it all . . .

life's like that i guess ... ~ paradoxical; contradictory, nontheless true.

another itch scratched...