Dress

I just thought this will do... I'd like to don this on my best friend's wedding.

Mikazuki

Another one from my fave. Either I'll be in her concert soon, or be in that cave soonest. Next month, for a week, I'll be gone traipsing along the coast. Tramp about my butt there and whack out my bank.

Little Boy

     The little man wants to thank you, friends, for the greet. He still thinks it's still his birthday. The singing and discussion will never end. He'd go over these pictures and he'd leap recalling the fun he had at that time. If you'd not listen to his squeals, he would really squeeze your face and have it focused to his. He wants you to listen to his chatters.
So I thought I'd like to share some of his little adventures...

Engaged

     My best friend is! We spent almost three hours of gushing and at the same time crying on the phone. I couldn't help it. I am so happy for her. She deserves the best; what her heart truly desires in God's grace. And I thank the guy who did not only capture her heart but who also shares her faith to God.

     Dear God, I am much elated to have heard how blessed my friend is. We are so much overjoyed for this certain point of her life. You really work wonders. Oh dear Father, we always continue to pray that they both remain steadfast in Your Love and that it may flourish till end. And dear Lord, I pray also for my own... I surrender my feelings to You; my confusion, my angst, my worthless wanderings, my complains and my all. Bless my heart, renew my mind and rekindle my spirit. You're the only One who knows me truly, inside and out.

your breath is reality.
you're a thick thought on a bounty.
you're sphinx, you' re thorough,
you're lucid, your incognito.

pull me when your done,
laying down a concocted plan.
i disdain your overtures.
i'm tired of wishes.

if misery is your tidings, let thee sleep.
i'm not the crucible, yet your path is my path.
i afford no resistance, in silence i bleed deep.
i submit to you, in meek i take my wrath.

and before iris shut, i be laid in your lesson
let my solace be to ask thee self a question
were you right all along?
were you never wrong?

Rush

I don't have enough time for myself lately. Yes, I am that frazzled with life. After I have finished my shift in the restaurant, I run here at the hotel. Brush up a bit, do some a little make over, then voila! I am typing my thoughts. The small amount of time I could sneak.
Oh, oh, oh, my bad. I have to call my favorite nephew on his 3rd birthday. Last night, he was singing to his own birthday when I chanced him on the phone. My achi had it on me that little boy was actually in front of his cake as if blowing to some candles weren't there. And he kept on singing even if I had to remind him it's still a day early for his big day.
Well, tomorrow will be a big day for us. Because I'm going to treat him to the water park.

Oh Kimi!

Man

In the core, in the shadows, 

In solitude, in throngs.

Your name, your sweet lips...

You etch my thoughts...

In the fires of daylight...

In the afternoon lines,

In the tacit moon night,

You linger in my thoughts.

Through every moment the iris pauses

In every grunt, breathe poses

In every fidgeting the heart beats

You enkindle my thoughts.

Every line your smile makes

Every air your life take

The kindred in your movements

Perfect simple moments...

Your eyes; my heaven

Your touch; my passion

Your kiss; my yearning 

Your love; a lifetime.

Homey Comfy

Wake me up. Not with sweet kisses and tight hugs... Wake me up in violent convulsions... Wake me up from this selfish slumber... I have been complaining too much that I forgot to count my blessings. I have been looking at myself for too long, and that I only see my reflection in you. I have been too busy asking God why I always suffer that I overlooked you... In awe, I am seeing you now... You are my gift. A testament to God's power of creation. I am not the prize, rather I am a compliment to your perfection.

If This Bag Could Talk

I want a new one.

Lost

It's been a while since I last got hold of you. You've been all over the place. So busy... You've been over speeding for a time now. I am wishfully thinking that your ghastly preoccupation is not a deliberate effort to avoid our little talks. How are you? How have you been the past days? Weeks? Months...? It's been that long. I hear you got it going with work. Good pay? Is it intellectually rewarding? I am happy for you. Finally you have landed a job that will consume your ennui and will bleed you as you sweetly desired.

Honestly, how are you? Why haven’t you talked to me like we used to? I see that you are still putting up that "seem so seamless" smile. Your swagger, your gait is still impeccable... You almost lost me in translation. I gather that you have yet to give up on the idea that "things will come to you when you want them to find you..." I don't question it. I rather want to ask, are you not tired of it? Are you not yearning for something that will give you meaning? Are you not tired of complaining? Aren't you?

Have you lost the thirst for the water of life? Are you afraid still to let go the protection of your pride? Are you still keeping on the safe side of the shore?

You told me once that life is a stage. We play our very part and we wear our masks like our own. Yet, at the end of the day we remember still our own selves and let go of the mask. If I look deep inside of you, will I still see the glimmer of who you really are?

I miss our silent moments when we talk about you. I miss the fleeting feeling of you being grand and intent on your dreams. Please do not distrust the notion of invincible hands and concocted coincidences. Please don't stop dreaming...

I know you are trying to deal with life's inconsistencies... Sometimes you just have to admit that there are some things that need not explanation. Rather, it requires full acceptance. It's not a sin to "accept your ignorance in some things". It doesn't make you less intelligent, it makes you more of a man.

Now, go find whoever that someone is... Ask the questions you have been keeping in the deepest chamber of your soul. Tell the things you hold dearly.

It’s been great talking to you. I missed you. See you deep inside.

Irrashaimase

My cool cosplayer students, T* and A*, missed me. And their faces showed up at the restaurant today. They caught me off guard in my freakish smile.

When Doodz Came

Doodz!

The Power Of Two.

Nobody dares our tandem.

Go ahead and dive off the highboard.

We're cool about it.

It's the Mickey Mouse ride!

The Quirante's on Japan-vacation.

With their "Tita" :p

Dry, scorching heat. Burn.

Just first week of June. I hate Japan during summer.

Exhausted. Let's stop and talk awhile.

The matriarch.

Not so shy dad.

Deedee is now a lady.

What are you goofing at?

Who else? Meet Kokim in action.

C'mon, it's just a kiddy ride. Don't be upset.

Scarecrows.

Las chicas. Don't worry, it's just a 360-loop-ride.

Au revoir

I really don't want to write about this anymore. About you. I only want to share two songs humming inside my heart right now. It beats pain. I feel sad, yet you are right. We just have to remain 'friends'. It's too much to take. Though I know we never have had anything that ought me to feel this way.


My heart has chosen to be distant from anyone who might want to tug it. Because it is painstakingly yours. It awaits. Now it weeps.

Wherever you are, I will always think of you.

Keishou

Because my other job demands me to paint my face. Yes, my tenchou did ask me to. Mild colors won't harm people I was told.

I'm not so fond of cosmetics. You'll always see me devoid of facial paints even on formal gatherings. A face powder is not so familiar to my face. Once in a blue moon I wear keishou though.

Not that I don't possess any of those. I just don't do my face. Not only I have very sensitive skin. Aight, this face is so strict when choosing what to put on. So right now, I am driven hell mad searching for new organic set. The ones that have been locked inside my closet were acquired three years past and a year ago.

A face lotion and a lip gloss aren't enough, Sir? Imagine how stern his face was...

Camwhore

Call me whatever you like... Nikon baby, Pentax obsolete, Olympus grunge, Canon wanderer, Fujifilm captive moments. But I will always be a Cybershot freak.

Now, I buy what I want. And I ditch what I don't like anymore. But you can't judge me anyhow. Just because. Period.

Deadbeat

My nephew's. The sweetest thing. He asked me to take a photo of his peace sign to remind me to keep cool every time. At two years old, he's one genuine being. I so love him.

Pinoy band in my usual weekend getaway. If I were not somewhere else, you can find me here. The place is such a treat. Good food to salve your emotional imbalance. Beer and or, wine if you'd want to saturate yourself in alcohol intoxication. Oh, the hot springs... And the comforts you'd get at the Slow House Villa. I could sleep for long...

Another narcissistic pose.

In this scroll states that, Japan will enter World War II.

Hokkaido schoolchildren geniuses huddled to take a grasp of those archaic gold and bronze coins used in ancient Japan.

I don't want to divulge my gluttonous appetite for this pursuit. But yes, I did satisfy myself in my eagerness to try at six different establishments in a row for just about an hour.

Yum, yum, yummy...

I've set my foot and conquered that hell.

Yo Latino! Una celebracion de otro ano, de mas bendiciones, amor y determinacion.

Last weekend I went out with the two Tias. We were having dinner at a Brazilian restaurant. At the far end table were a group of three men drinking and a woman holding the mic... errr, parched her throats from singing. In our middle of meal, she came to us and asked if anybody from our table would join her sing. I shook my head straight off. From the look of their eyes, it would make someone swear right away that you're not guilty. I felt that way. It felt like I was guilty of a sin I have not committed. I sworn and was sweaty. Please you can't both humiliate me, I was begging. Until I gave in, just one song... Crazy For You by Madonna. Because they'd like to hear a Mariah, so Hero I whined??? :p And because I got turned on, I carried the tune of my heart. I tried Bonnie Tyler's Total Eclipse Of The Heart. I thought it was my last piece when one man requested if I could sing in Japanese. When I finished a Seiko Matsuda's, the place's starting to fill to capacity. I heard a crush of guapitos howling more! But this time they wanted to hear some Latin. The woman was fast as lightning typing those codes. First, we had La Solitudine, duet version of Laura Pausini and Lara Fabian. Then this...