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my rubber shoes hit the concrete pavement like a rubber stamp on the paper. no signs of dusts were seen scampering at their wake. my feet could feel the twilight heat the pavement breathes. i feel my feet grow heavier with every step. this is not walking.
except for the faces of people i meet on the way, this has been the same course that i cover everyday. the same water running through. the same dhows berthing at both sides lining the creek. the same guy mounting atop the concrete platform along the breakwater tweaking his laptop. the same waterbuses going in and out the stations. the same foothpath that i follow. and as if on cue, the same time the lights would come alive in the streets, billboards, and buildings. the same starting point on which my journey ends.
ah, the cycle. the ordinariness and the boredom of going through the loop. like [...]

bike to the fountain.
stay in one spot so he’ll show.
binge on pineapple.

matagal na pala ako hindi nakakapag-blog… i aimed pa naman na everyday ako magsusulat. Weh, parang devotionals. heheh..
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I am a cell leader. A passionate one. I love my people, and i love God. Pero as a person, lalo na nung may isang tao ako naka-usap over dinner, i am still longing for a deeper revelation of God’s love for me. Para i can love Him more… para i can love the people who go to cell more. I want to have a deeper meaning of what it is to be a Christian. My prayer is that, everyday, i will be able to go deeper into the sea of knowing Him and being with Him, so that each day, it will be more and more impossible for me to forget Him and to turn my back on Him… that each day is a love far greater than the yesterday.
I love God [...]

Simon.

Charging across the field, Simon weighs in at 2 pounds, 3 ounces, gaining 1 pound since dropping to his lowest weight!  Consuming 6mL of breast milk every hour, the added calories are apparent in the aid of storing fats on Simon’s mighty micro-sized body.  Oxygen in the 40’s assists Simon while the ventilator pushes 18 breaths a minute.  Those 18 breaths balance to be about 1/2 of Simon’s breathing!  We have a star quarterback on our hands!
Simon is fairing well these days.  It seems the threat of steroids got back to Simon and suddenly he decided it was best that he do all that he can on his own; including breathing.  Weaning Simon from the ventilator is key in taking further steps forward.  Each day is bringing us just a bit closer to our goal of Simon’s home coming.
Simon has been in the hospital for 40 days.  Can one really [...]

Yeah fuck sleep, i’m going for a ride.
That is of course if my bike doesn’t break.
Fuck breaking things.
I love life.

I saw Barack speak a few days ago.  Short, sweet, completely satisfying.  The best part was when B and I were headed back to our bikes* and cheers erupted from those still in the amphitheater — an encore?  No, but I like it that most of the already-outsiders hesitated and/or rushed back to hear the possible greatest hit or fan favorite.  Maybe he’d play Ants Marching!  I jest, but the USA chants were off the hook.

Oh, sorry, I failed to mention it was at an event called LaborFEST.  Really?  Festival-hungry union members such as myself could never resist…
Reasons I left my apartment on a Monday evening:
a. Jobonga likes him ? I like him
b. Moderately drunk from Brewer day game
c. Hallowed Henry W. Maier grounds always a draw
d. The suffix “fest”
e. Single act of support guaranteed multiple condescending/boastful Kee posts
*[I'm so green]

Last week I finished the book Eat Pray Love, by Elizabeth Gilbert. I am often quite skeptical of #1 Bestsellers, but this bestseller was absolutely deserving of that endorsement. Gilbert is a clever writer, transparent and honest, funny, insightful, and totally loveable. She has managed to do what I feel is the greatest stretch for me both as a writer and as a human being - clearly document the journey of the soul in a relatable and comprehensible way.
Perhaps it is just the place I am at in my life right now that made me feel that I was not only living vicariously through Gilbert, but that I so entirely understood what she was feeling that it may as well have been me. Of course I cannot relate to certain aspects of her life, for example most of the things that led to her year in Italy, India and [...]

i learned a long time ago
to not get my hopes up
when i have dreams
about men.
what i see in my sleep
always seems to negate reality,
tricks me into pondering possibilities
of relationships that will never be.
my dreams make a fool of me,
bringing to life my innermost desires,
thoughts that remain unspoken.
they are like gossiping, so-called friends
who pretend
to be confidants
only to get the goods on me.
these night journeys are no good for me.
maybe tonight i’ll move one step ahead
and refuse to go to bed,
let my eyes get heavy with hunger for sleep
while inwardly finally feeling
peace.

Review coming soon.

To the CWC2008 Participants:

THE EVENT IS POSTPONED UNTIL SUNDAY, SEPT 7!
The Reasons for our Decision:
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Please realize that there is no solution that will be optimal for everyone ??? So we have done the best we can with the information that is currently available.

I realize that for those who don’t have hard and fast plans on Sunday this is a beacon of light since the weather tomorrow IS supposed to be crummy, but for those of us who trained, can’t go on Sun, and even had a hotel in the area lined up so they didn’t have to get up at 5am to be in the front of the registration line this is a total burn. Thank heavens they sent it out at 2:30pm cuz I’d be all kinds of super mad if I found out in a parking lot in Thurmont tomorrow morning. And now a review of my consolation [...]