July 11th, 2005
almost
been a while (actually wwwwhhhiiiillllleeeee) since i posted
happy to say i'm halfway done with my freakingbusystuff
tomorrow i'll be reporting for my film 100 class finally. i wasn't able to attend last time due to a terrible headache that caused me to vomit my lunch (garlic and mushroom pizza) c/o The Chocolate Kiss. i dunno why but i don't like eating there. not ever. ang mahal na di naman masarap na masarap.
or maybe it's just me bitter over my empty pocket.
niweiz, nung friday tapos na ang jounr 101 report ko. ang kas 1 special presentation ko naman is 75% done. a minor report for my philippine games class will happen 3 weeks later pa so medyo relaxed ako about dun. pero xempre, medyo inaalala ko na lang ang essence ng report namin kasi nagkaka-stml na naman me. stml is short-term memory loss.
anyhow, i'm almost there, matatapos na ito. konti na lang. btw, tinakasan ang buddy-bidding ng org na interested akong sumali (comm res society) today kasi manonood ako ng naruto! hehe...
i do want to join an organization pero i don't want that today... still have many things circling my head pa eh...
or maybe it's my lazy, indolent self reasoning again... hehe
tomorrow i have a quiz on film 100 and as usual, recitation for pol sci 14. well can't tell much na. ala na akong masabi eh.
eto na lang pagtiyagaan ang poem ni mariane
CIGARS
I see you slouching
At that corner of the room
You must be
Smoking
I know that face
You’re a whole new person
When you’re in that
Trance
What world do you create
When you light that stick?
What world do you escape from
When you blow your cigar?
You smoke quietly
No rustling,
No fluttering
As I watch you
I am amazed
By the pinpoint silence
We make
I smooth the covers
With my palms
Stay with me
I want to exclaim
But I don’t squeak a word
So I pretend
To be asleep
While you smoke
While you traverse
Your uncharted paths
I sleep with mine
A no-smoking area
A pristine view
Very distinct
From your fogs, ash, soot
Yet I’m not happy
With my world
I stand up
Saunter to you
‘can I have a light?’
you look up
and hand me a stick
I smoke with you
And with the huffing and puffing,
I smile to myself
Now, I know your reasons
But I still don’t know you
But I guess it won’t matter
I never knew you anyway
happy to say i'm halfway done with my freakingbusystuff
tomorrow i'll be reporting for my film 100 class finally. i wasn't able to attend last time due to a terrible headache that caused me to vomit my lunch (garlic and mushroom pizza) c/o The Chocolate Kiss. i dunno why but i don't like eating there. not ever. ang mahal na di naman masarap na masarap.
or maybe it's just me bitter over my empty pocket.
niweiz, nung friday tapos na ang jounr 101 report ko. ang kas 1 special presentation ko naman is 75% done. a minor report for my philippine games class will happen 3 weeks later pa so medyo relaxed ako about dun. pero xempre, medyo inaalala ko na lang ang essence ng report namin kasi nagkaka-stml na naman me. stml is short-term memory loss.
anyhow, i'm almost there, matatapos na ito. konti na lang. btw, tinakasan ang buddy-bidding ng org na interested akong sumali (comm res society) today kasi manonood ako ng naruto! hehe...
i do want to join an organization pero i don't want that today... still have many things circling my head pa eh...
or maybe it's my lazy, indolent self reasoning again... hehe
tomorrow i have a quiz on film 100 and as usual, recitation for pol sci 14. well can't tell much na. ala na akong masabi eh.
eto na lang pagtiyagaan ang poem ni mariane

CIGARS
I see you slouching
At that corner of the room
You must be
Smoking
I know that face
You’re a whole new person
When you’re in that
Trance
What world do you create
When you light that stick?
What world do you escape from
When you blow your cigar?
You smoke quietly
No rustling,
No fluttering
As I watch you
I am amazed
By the pinpoint silence
We make
I smooth the covers
With my palms
Stay with me
I want to exclaim
But I don’t squeak a word
So I pretend
To be asleep
While you smoke
While you traverse
Your uncharted paths
I sleep with mine
A no-smoking area
A pristine view
Very distinct
From your fogs, ash, soot
Yet I’m not happy
With my world
I stand up
Saunter to you
‘can I have a light?’
you look up
and hand me a stick
I smoke with you
And with the huffing and puffing,
I smile to myself
Now, I know your reasons
But I still don’t know you
But I guess it won’t matter
I never knew you anyway