Splintered

Motes

saludsod — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 16:55:05 +0000

He turns the fan lessening the musty heat in his musty room off. Afterwards, he considers it. He takes the fan’s cover off, traces the dust on the blades. He considers his fingers and the congregated dirt of many days finally on his fingertips. He traces the blades of the fan itself. How sharp, he thinks. He pauses. Sees motes of dust conjured by the noon sun dancing and swirling, whether in an organized way or chaotically he cannot ascertain. He does not realize it, but minutes have already passed just by his watching these bits of dirt, insignificant. Then again, he really doesn’t have much to do, what is time anyway.

[And even if we chose]

saludsod — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 13:38:20 +0000

And even if we chose
to vanquish the bones
that are laid around at
our feet every moment
of waking, if this
choice meant banishing
the nightmares brought
by uncertainty,would
it help us? Would it
make a difference?
Yes, the bones might
disintegrate and yes,
the chance to escape
can present itself.

But

Salvation is no longer
an option. It hasn’t been,
not for a very long time.

saludsod — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 13:30:18 +0000

What I can’t stand:
1) Making reports for class
2) Hopelessly moody people
3) Washing dishes, especially ones with the rice already stuck on them
4) When farting inadvertently, literally and sadly turns to shit
5) Commuting home with a full bladder and then facing a fucking traffic jam
6) Using adverbs helplessly, inadvertently

Actually, I have a lot of things that I bitch about, but doing thesis at this point in time has made me add another one to this hit list: transcribing.

God.

saludsod — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 17:04:07 +0000

So mama had to go and tell me that eyesight problems could be a symptom of diabetes, something I have been fearing I would get because of my very health lifestyle. Fuck I really need to get a check-up as soon as possible.

Potential four-eyes

saludsod — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:47:38 +0000

Never in my whole life did I ever think the day I would have to wear glasses would come. And yet it seems imminent now that I have to. Getting my eyes checked this week. All this straining and squinting is killing me and giving me migraines. Which I think are enough indications as it is regarding my eyes’ condition and, therefore, the necessary solution for all this to be okay. God, if ever I would really have to wear glasses, please still make me retain my handsomeness. Thank you.

Since I have to think of work

saludsod — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 17:21:08 +0000

Phone: Check

Notebook: CHECK!
Sa wakas. Ang kulang na lang ang puwedeng pagtrabahuhan. Interaksyon, sana pwede ka. HAHA

Bucket List improvement!

saludsod — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 14:52:45 +0000

“We are very pleased to inform you that your piece, A Review, has been
accepted by our screening committee and will be part of our Hundreds
Project, to be published hopefully in February 2012.”

NATUWA RAW AKO, OKAY? FIRST TIME MA-PUBLISH SA ISANG LIT PUBLICATION. This is one more thing off my Bucket List! WOOT!

saludsod — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 14:03:13 +0000

Iba rin talaga ‘pag sariling pera mo yung ginamit para bumili ng isang not-so-mura na bagay. Investment din naman siya. I wanted to write, ”Giro now has a (Samsung) Gio!” but I found something even better. And it’s Wild. Like Fire. Fire S, I mean. Woot. Magagamit ko rin siya for job purposes, in tandem with my netbook. Ang saya talaga makakuha ng techie stuff. Hahaha. Ano pa kaya ang mga gadgets 5, 10 years from now. All I know is mag-i-invest talaga ako pag may trabaho na ako sa gadgets. Tayo na ang henerasyon ng mga lolo at lola na sanay sa internet- and wireless-related technology. Haha. Anyway all the best sa aking mga gamit. Aalagaan ko talaga sila nang husto, para na rin sa mga pangarap ko. Naks. Here’s to a career in online journalism.

[today it may seem]

saludsod — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 18:02:19 +0000

today it may seem

like we’re drowning,

but hey, the water’s fine.

it is, really, when you

think about it.

the aquatic turbulence

is nothing. it is,

really, when you

think about it, and

the lacerations brought about

by it will heal, always

and ever reliably.

if—that is, when–

we reach the surface,

and don’t worry

we will,

i am certain

we won’t be gasping for

air. just that we’re

ready to walk on land,

using our newly found feet.

our fins will be discarded,

the scales covering us will dissolve–

all these will sink

in a soon-to-be forgotten

trajectory in the

bottomless blue

sea.

For you.

Trying

saludsod — Thu, 12 Jan 2012 17:43:12 +0000

I raked the gravelly earth

and burned my hands while

sifting the murk of the water

but all i found were numbers,

stripped of any way of me

ever knowing and understanding

and comprehending the whispered

dreams of dirt and ripples.