http://www.blogabs.com Tue, 19 Jan 2010 08:54:41 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en because i know i owe it to myself (again), i am writing this piece. it has exactly been two days after cebu was engulfed with the sinulog festival, five months since i blurbed a diary entry, and seven months after i took a plunge and readied myself for another heartache that ... http://www.blogabs.com/2010/01/post-sinulog-absurdity.html Dear Diary, I am bored to my wits today, but since I am expected to feign diligence in the workplace, I am trying my darndest to make my face look serious: I try to wrinkle my forehead, pound my fingers angrily on the keyboard keys, and create my own, impenetrable, serious Clyde bubble. Yes Diary, ... http://www.blogabs.com/2009/08/dear-diary.html   It's a long, hopeless spell. when colors burn into ashes. and red fades into gray.   it's when petals wilt. and wither. even when there are mornings. and the rain. whistles. for it. to blossom.    it's devouring the poison. and hoping. that the monotony gives way. to psychedelic escapes. and momentary departures.   it's when the insuppressible lets loose. as it. subsists in the empty crevices. or the poisoned words. and ... http://www.blogabs.com/2009/08/because-i-need-to-brush-up-on-subtlety-im-sorry.html before you even try to cry and tell me that you will reject my words even before they are released from my lips, please do not. look in my eyes and tell me that this is not the right thing to do. look at my exhaused eyes and, for once, expunge your system ... http://www.blogabs.com/2009/08/post-mortem.html I watch him. I see him, but I no longer recognize the soul that inconspicuously lurks underneath his exterior. he seems lifeless. dead, apparently. and his death is not the common kind, it is a death that he shamelessly carries around with him. he does not care if people smell the stench of his ... http://www.blogabs.com/2009/06/free-writing-after-eons-of-being-dormant.html i have been blog-dormant for the past few weeks, and this was not because i did not have enough thoughts to weave into paragraphs, it's just that my thoughts have been in disarray. as a matter of fact, i know i have much to rant about and even more stories ... http://www.blogabs.com/2009/04/hiatus-from-blog-world.html that, i am. http://www.blogabs.com/2009/02/lost.html it is exactly 2:50 am as i write this -- and i am seriously pissed because this night was supposed to be different -- i was supposed to sleep earlier than usual, err, with usual being 4 am or 5:30 tops. and there was a reason why i was so bent ... http://www.blogabs.com/2009/01/let-me-sleep-thoughts-please.html 'why are you still single?' then the look of pity cushioned by a gesture of concern. 'what's wrong?' clyde (deep inside): first level of rebuttal, putang ina ka. second level, i don't need your pity, and you can pepper someone else with your concern -- because on the third level of rebuttal, i am perfectly ... http://www.blogabs.com/2009/01/single-yes-complete-yes.html 'is it something that happens as we grow older or do we have problems because as older people, we tend to overanalyze things?' jeneil asked as silence, for once, descended on our group that night. her question kept us quiet for a little longer -- because it got us thinking: as older ... http://www.blogabs.com/2008/12/the-friday-night-club.html