-568: seven years ago.

repost from the old blog, seven years ago.

finally i encountered it again earlier today.
an orange afternoon.

an orange afternoon full of orange people walking here and there. orange cars. orange walls, orange trees, orange blades of grass.

i've been missing this for a long time now, this particular moment among countless ones in a day when the world, as if in the middle of a very long sermon suddenly stops and everything stands still. and for a moment, just for a moment, something rushes into my veins. 

the wind passes by and caresses the abandoned. 

for once, the itch to be desired, the longing for wisdom, the hunger for truth - they all seem to be satisfied all at the same time.

everything moves, yet everything stands still.

- 485: crazy times

repost from my old blog. i miss working at home actually.
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hi i'm moonbeam.
right now i'm editing a video, erasing someone's bloodied hands while he screams to death.
my dog is howling, bothered by the heavy subwoofer sounds of our neighbor.
beside me is my mother, asking me every 5 minutes if the beaded accessory she's attaching to her blouse is straight. she laughs everytime i tell her it's not. and i tell her it's crooked all the time.
the fish in the aquarium is chasing the smaller one, and he bumps on one side every now and then.
the drunk neighbor is now singing his version of the pamela song.
and our other neighbor has been playing it for four days straight now.
i love ebtg's old friends music video.
when i was a child i used vicks vaporub to connect my voltes V toy.
got lost in the mall once when i was 6.
mistaken for a girl thrice on the phone this month.
fell in love a couple of times when i was in college.
fell in a manhole once when i was 19.
shaved a spot on my head once when i was 16.
attacked by a bat once this month.
hi i'm moonbeam.
and in my side of the world, everything is perfectly normal.
pass the kryptonite please.
(moonbeam swallows the kryptonite and jumps off the building)

31: alone while waiting for the laundry alarm

I am
staring at my patch of the sky
mentally cropping out
urban details
leaving only stars
clouds
you.

I could be
in a different place
staring at the same sky.
same stars
clouds
a hint of the moon
you.

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30: we are all memories.

Met with a friend earlier near my former workplace. A lot of things have changed there, starting with the new mall, upgraded commercial establishments etc. It's a bit hard to recognize what they used to be actually.

Before taking my ride home I decided to stay a bit and from where I stood just take it all in - the little corners, small convenience stores, vendors. Big things have changed, but little remnants were still there - that old empty building where I used to buy some supplies, the 24hour fastfood where we used to stay during wee hours and rant ourselves to death about work with.

You could almost feel them fighting to remain, fighting to stay there to remind you of what this place once was. Maybe some more months and they're totally gone.


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I used to have this dream of an old bench on a limbo, and in this place I was able to talk to some friends from former lives, and they were how I remembered them. Priceless little conversations and silly laughter.

Sometimes I find myself going back to that limbo place wishing that I meet you there and not in this place and time and situation where we consciously or unconsciously hide beneath layers of events or experiences that we believe have shaped who we are now. We tell ourselves we're different now, but we're not.

See you at the bench.









ok. bad photo. bad literal connection. can't help it. haha. but there's a kitty looking at you so it's fine I guess. oookeey stopping now.

29: angry rat

So there I was waiting for my bus ride home around midnight last night and I was there at the waiting shed along Ayala Ave and it was raining and I forgot my umbrella but it's not part of this story but anywayyyy

There was this huuge rat scampering about the trash bin and I think it didn't notice me standing still, so it just went about scavenging for food (no mr rat dont go there that's the plastic bin there 's no food there! the other bin the other bin!) after some time (several buses and disappointed conductors later) mr huge rat finally leaves the trash bin with something in its mouth. it literally passed by my feet totally ignoring me.

that's when i suddenly stomped a foot just to surprise mr huuge rat.

It got surprised. the food in its mouth fell and it stopped moving and stared at me for a long time before it got its food back between its whiskers, and ran away.


I think I got cussed by a rat.

heyyy i missed blogging. hello to all my blog fans. yes everyone! yes all five of you you know who you are. haha.


happy weekend everyone.