The Arts and Crafts Week

It’s been one hell of a week. First week without a nanny. This means having no time to rest, no time for watching tv, and no time for going out. Then here comes my sister, leaving her three precocious kids on our doorstep while she and her husband goes gallivanting the land of white-sand beaches, delicious gigantic home-made shakes, and idyllic Boracay. What the heck?!! I haven’t even had a proper summer vacation myself! And I had one weekend planned destroyed, shredded, and crushed to oblivion because of it. Grrr! I’d wring her neck if she wasn’t my sister and if Sophie-girl wasn’t such a cute and funny little kid who showed off her dancing prowess and pointed to her head whenever you ask, “Where’s your bukol?” Oh well, so much for ranting. They only stayed for four days. It was fun for me and Wacky got to spend time with his cousins.

On the work front, things haven’t been as busy the last few weeks. This means having a lot of idle time on our hands. So aside from the many mini-projects they’ve cooked up for us to do, some of the designers and writers decided to do some arts and crafts ranging from readymechs to origami. It was a lot of fun trying to figure out the different folding techniques and seeing how this piece of square paper can turn into a dog, a bird, a dinosaur, and even a pokemon. LOL.

On my way home I passed by Trinoma, at this everything 10 pesos store I bought 3 coloring books, colored pencils, and a box of crayons for Wacky and me. It’s cool. The coloring books look great. It doesn’t even look like it’s only 10 pesos! I think I might have to go back to buy some more.

Counting Crows and Something More

My LSS for the day: Counting Crows – A Murder of One

“All your life is such a shame, shame, shame. All your love is just a dream, dream, dream…” How depressing is that? It suddenly feels like you’ve done nothing but mistakes your whole life. Anyway, I think I’m through with all the depressing, morbid, masochistic thoughts. I think four days of it is enough torture to last me a couple of months. Ayoko na!

Well, depressed or not, I did manage to make something good out of it. Finally was able to talk with my bestfriend who is in Singapore right now (girl bestfriend as I consider Hanii One as my bestfriend as well). We we’re able to talk almost the whole day about our heartaches and misgivings about the future and a whole lot more. In the end, it made us feel a lot better and puts a lot of things into perspective.

Inevitable

I had a serious but nice conversation with a friend. I never expected it to light a bulb in my head, but it did. Something in her advice made me feel that the grave I’ve dug myself into is escapable. Somehow. That it was maybe, ok to feel this way and then do something about it. For my peace of mind (and heart)…

Start of Something New

I was in the deepest rut ever last Friday. Now I’m ashamed to say that all the crap that I thought, did and say that day was based on nothing. Shame, shame, shame on me. There was only one thing good that happened that day, I wrote a really nice poem. Depressing, but still nice. IMO, one of the best I’ve written so far. Hehe. How to feel inspired? Be depressed. It really messes up your mind, which is the best condition for writing great poems. Hahaha! I wonder if the great poets of our time had the same opinion. If so, they must be seriously loony by the time they wrote all those great poems.

Speaking of loony…I’ve just committed myself to doing something totally new for the next 2 weeks. It’s something left-field of what I’ve been doing for the past decade. I’m like stressing over it right now. Arrrgh! I’ve never been more scared to do anything in my life than this. I’m in the point of my life where everything should be rosy-peachy and relatively routine that anything out of the ordinary makes me hesitant. I have certain expectations of myself that makes it hard for me to venture into new territory. Still this one is worth a try. Be brave little one…=)

I couldn’t think of a better title

Misguided Darkness

like a house of cards without a king
the queen stares out at nothing
blinded by the spades of despair
hearts bleed like a dam without care

seeing flashes like diamond lights
the queen waits for her king’s plight
in darkness again she wallows
without certainty she follows
the path of her king’s shadows

Oct.4,2006 11am Philippine Time

Beeezy

Been a long time. Been too busy with work and with life that I didn’t have time to even think about writing my thoughts down.

Haah! Can’t believe I finished a poem! It has been a while since I’ve last written one. This one just shows you how mature I’ve become. From mushy teenage crush type of poems to really deep and thoughtful proses worthy enough to share.

Sadly, can’t find the courage to share this one.