top of my head.

there are quite a lot of things running inside my head. at a time like this. in a day like this. when it's a few minutes shy of 6p.m. when almost people in neighboring cubicles have deserted their desks. scooped their stuff. made that rush to the elevator. itching to get inside their cars and head home. beat the downpour threatening to wreak havoc anew. it's a good thing the skies have somewhat cleared.

it has cleared. a welcome change from the dark, greyish foam that has clouded and tormented our roofs, drenched the pavements and flooded our homes for the past three days.

i was stalled by this pretty-faced celebrity whose pronounciation is so awful, am sure she'd post as a challenge to every Speech teacher available. talking about Alyssa Alano. the girl who sang the 'Kiss Me' with a 'Keys Me' sound. hahahahaha

hayyy..a few more ticks and it's already six.
something makes me wanna go home now...and i dare not write any further what. just wanna seek refuge in my mom's soothing presence and take comfort in my sister's reassuring words...i just wanna be with them at this very moment.

i told someone today "parang basketball kasi ang nangyayari. what matters lang, kung ano ang nakikita sa paper. 'di nakikita 'yung intangibles tulad ng assist at rebounds".
am just thankful, that that someone is not as myopic as some people are.

i can't keep myself organize with this blog.just want to shoot things off from the top of my head.i guess, i just feel broken in some way. i feel bad. i feel sad....

tama nga si FAYE.

may mga tao, na kahit three-fourths na ng kidney mo ang ibinibigay mo, will never feel it's enough. kahit kailan, hindi 'yun magiging enough dahil dependent na sila sa'yo. dahil hindi lang kapiraso ng pagkatao mo ang kailangan nila. dine-demand na nila ang kabuuan mo. dahil tamad na silang mag-exist man lang para sa sarili nila. na ultimo paghinga, gusto pa nilang i-asa sa'yo.

may mga taong ganito. may mga taong sadyang ganito.

pero 'pag nakita nila na pwede kang magkamali, still, patay ka pa rin.

they won't be cutting you any slack whatsoever. they will not allow you to make any mistakes, no matter how honest it is. they will not make room for any allowances.

'coz with every mistake, comes the gravity of a slap that will erase the hundred good things you have done. and all that there is left to see, is the error you have made.

and all because you are human. and you made that mistake.

sana iwasan nating maging ganun...

i remember this exercise.
a clean sheet of paper. immaculately clean.
you write a small dot on the center.
and when one sees the material, all that is taken notice of is that blackened dot. the imperfection.

how sad.