good grief

i caught myself missing you...
as i stared at the faceless crowd.
eyes so keen to meet yours,
if only time so allowed.
and there you were...
by the door, with a smile, a warm gaze.
even as i sit, i knew there and then,
with weakened knees and a picture of you...
i've fallen.

sage

Job 38:11

And I said: Hitherto thou shalt come, and shalt go no further, and here thou shalt break thy swelling waves.

aloha e komo mai

Iki tooki nee ha
Aka tiki baba
Gaba ika tasooba
Oocha
Chika
Miki miki coconut

Get This Song Here

breakin' free (from Disney's high school musical)

we’re soarin’, flyin’
there’s not a star in heaven
that we can’t reach

if we’re trying
so we’re breaking free

you know the world can see us
in a way that’s different than who we are

creating space between us
‘til we’re separate hearts

but your faith it gives me strength
strength to believe

we’re breakin’ free
we’re soarin’
flyin’
there’s not a star in heaven
that we can’t reach
if we’re trying
yeah, we’re breaking free
oh, we’re breakin’ free
ohhhh

can you feel it building
like a wave the ocean just can’t control
connected by a feeling
ohhh, in our very souls
rising ‘til it lifts us up
so every one can see

we’re breakin’ free
we’re soarin’
flyin’
there’s not a star in heaven
that we can’t reach
if we’re trying
yeah we’re breaking free
ohhhh runnin’
climbin’
to get to that place
to be all that we can be
now’s the time
so we’re breaking free
we’re breaking free
ohhh , yeah

more than hope
more than faith
this is true
this is fate
and together

we see it comin’
more than you
more than me

not a want, but a need
both of us breakin’ free

soarin’
flyin’
there’s not a star in heaven
that we can’t reach
if we’re trying
yeah we’re breaking free
breaking free
were runnin’
ohhhh, climbin’
to get to the place
to be all that we can be
now’s the time
now’s the time
so we’re breaking free
ohhh, we’re breaking free
ohhhh

you know the world can see us
in a way that’s different than who we are

letters to africa

dear africa,

it's raining again... even in this world, it rains almost incessantly. if i were with you i wouldn't have to worry about rain, and you know how i hate it when it rains. tell me, dear friend... am i bound to drown in the rising tide? or will i swim out of this one?

i wish you didn't have to answer that... and maybe i shouldn't have asked at all.

my kind'a girl

she could be an angel...


she could be a doll...


or better yet...
a Victoria's Secret Model...


Alessandra Ambrosio...


one of God's loveliest creatures...


a Wonder Woman in her own right...


but a Goddess by nature...


turn me straight why don'tcha?
hehehe!

off the VS 2k5 Fashion Show

I Like The Way You Move
by Bodyrockers


Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) Audio Bulleys Remix
by Nancy Sinatra

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life or something like it

it's like riding a carousel... pretty ponies, bright lights, and park benches. no sooner had you opened your eyes in the morning, do you know that it's gonna be routinely depressing... like watching reruns of a bad soap. but you watch it anyways... which is actually quite disturbing, because it raises a 2-fold argument: is it more disturbing to acknowledge the fact that it can be likened to a rerun or the fact that you just sit back and watch it anyways?

walk the line

the desert is a most treacherous environment... as deceiving as the camel that walks its dunes. for a camel does not show signs of fatigue... it may appear that you can work a camel relentlesly and it will just do as ordered. it will keep on walking and will never seem to tire or wear. but beware... because once driven to exhaustion, it will just drop and shut down. the horse is not like that... it will show its limits and you will know only up to how much you can ask of it and when to let it rest.

query

is not saying "Yes" the same as saying "No"?

nitpick

you feel it... and you just know it. that, pretty soon you're gonna have to make a choice. and the lesser of evils is just as bad. did they say it's about the journey and not the destination? how about, just getting there? but, what and where is "there"? lately, i have been asking more questions than what's in the usual "trying to achieve world peace" manual... concerning matters of immediate attention... less there be no world to achieve world peace with. there is a should'a-could'a-would'a marathon for the most part of the day... like an eye--twitching, persistently reminding of past and future.

on a high

it makes perfect sense to me now... why it's called "on a high". because nothing weighs you down... no questions, no hesitations, no what if's and whatnot. cutting through the crap... no emotional baggage. like any flight you've ever taken... cruising altitude of 35, 000 feet. for the briefest or longest of travel times, at that height, you are literally... high. save the minute percentage of restless/wicked/workaholics, everyone else has left their earthly worries on terra firma. and if the cabin of your plane did not exist (should the laws of physics permit), you'd inhale the freshest of gases and even need not breathe at all. because all that surrounds you is air... pure, intoxicating, euphoric air.
high on a high...

meme time (from joel)

The rules:
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different descriptions of their perfect lover.
2. He/she needs to mention the sex/gender of their perfect lover.
3. He/she must tag 8 more people to join this game (and leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged).
4. If tagged a second time, there's no need to post again.


a Jeff Corwin...



























1. accounts for a refreshing sense of humor (well placed, of course). i need the sunshine due to chronic depression... think like a child and let's share the laughter.
2. also, one who teaches without actually having to teach. just show me your world and i will pick up what my own curiosity fancies... preachy doesn't work for me.

a Nate Berkus...

3. one who will make a comfortable space for me... be it in the physical plane or in his life... who'll make me feel at home when i am with him.
4. and it wouldn’t hurt if he were this cute too.

a Rocco Dispirito...


























5. feed me passionately. one whom i can work with in the kitchen and probably love chickenjoy as much as i do.









a Rock Lee...





















6. be there for me and tell me i'm safe with you... who can just walk by me and be my sword and shield... i will not give up as long as you don't.

a Son Of Man...

7. one who's faceless... someone the world's never seen or heard of before. someone private and probably unknown... who'll choose to stay at home rather than go out. the one who'll keep me grounded. a nobody... that way, i can truly call him my own.



8. and someone who will not only sing for me... but someone i can sing with.

now tagging: superboy, allan, ramde, chicco, zeit, piijii, lolo, brother john

brokeback kind'a way

with 2 clicks of the icon in my quicklaunch, i await the popping up of the player interface...
pressed the letter "T" on the keyboard...
a little scrolling...
double-click...
this sounds alien to me...
almost as if i couldn't make out the rhythm that was playing... pressed hard against my ears via headphones... and as loud as african tribal drums during a feast may be...
and just as slowly as the uncovering of a clandestine plot, my eyes began to widen... as if finally being enlightened--recognizing this melody.
"oh my Gawd! it is!!!"
giddy... a new addiction... the music that i live for.

The Wings
by Gustavo Santaolalla
(Tony Moran & Rigg Remix)

also available

The Wings
by Gustavo Santaolalla
(Gabriel & Dresden's Oraganized Nature Mix)

point taken...

hey guy! good point... i checked her out and talk about a striking resemblance!