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| Wednesday, 23-Jun-2004 00:00 |
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Dusk
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| Quote: | i fight against the hours i cannot go to sleep
i know that if i lay down now inside i know i'll weep
guess i'm holding on to treasures to things that just aren't there
to people that i used to know to words i wish to hear
- lene marlin "fight against the hours" |
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| Tuesday, 22-Jun-2004 00:00 |
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The Sky of April the 28th, 2004
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...from a misato junkyard's point of view.
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| Monday, 21-Jun-2004 00:00 |
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Waiting For Cover
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"taken while parked outside a grocery store"
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| Wednesday, 16-Jun-2004 00:00 |
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Starting At The End
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"i received this article from a friend about a year ago as a contribution to my supposed web project. but then i never really got to updating that website, i even forgot the address hehehe... anyway, i felt bad that not many people would be able to read this so hopefully this little remedy ups the fault for even just a tiny bit at least. a hundred thank you's go to robi for this inspired piece of a 'blank page'."
A blank page was something I fear. For some, it could mean purity. Flawlessnessâ?¦perfection. But to me, it meant Emptiness. People fill papers with doodles and scrawled sayings. If only to relieve the pain of looking at a bare paper. Or to give free rein to the rush of excitement to express or stamp an individualâ??s mark. When I graduated, I thought it was the last time I would find myself doing an essay. It felt like I was bidding farewell to the academe. And yet, to understand the life changes around me, I found myself essaying my thoughts on paper.
I noticed after a year that we were all out to prove ourselves somehow. From working in a prestigious firm, pursuing graduate studies or trying to live and work away from homeâ?¦it was all an act of advancing somewhere in our lives. Some remained in touch, some fell apart and others carved new identities. I guess it wasnâ??t so much that people feared the inevitable separation, the drifting apart after graduationâ?¦ It was more like instinctively knowing what being separated could do. For despite the memories, the shared torture of overnights and endless black coffee, people change. Life happens. Sometimes, it dawns on you while you sit across from a friend eating French fries in a McDo booth. After the initial giddy exhilaration of meeting again, and the usual round of updating each other, there is a moment of pensive silence. It may last 60 seconds or a mere 6-second but it is there. You stare at a distance then look at your close friend and know that your lives do not intertwine as closely as before. She talks of new friends a.k.a. officemates and you talk about a career change. She describes a demanding hectic schedule and you relay a somewhat flexible job that allows you room for creativity. Funny anecdotes find their way in and the discussion about your common factor: school life is only a mere thread that binds you to each other. Easy to break, yet easy to get entangled if you chooseâ?¦ At a certain point, one begins to feel nostalgic and realize that you missed everything. The way things were. Silence reigns as both get lost in their thoughts. Before, it used to be that you couldnâ??t wait for life to get started, you just wanted to get school over with. To be free. And now, you wished you had more time to prepare, a bit more to do or say what you wanted to. But your head clears and you find yourself staring at the present. Before you know it, time had jogged and the fries were all gone. It was back to the real world. A term you hardly understood until now. You stare at your friend, hug them and miss them before they even turn to walk away.
I donâ??t know what I was actually expecting when I left college. Just for things to be different maybe. And they had. In more ways than one. I donâ??t know whether to be grateful or not. But I want to be honest. Perhaps filling the paper is a good place to start.
created: 4.18.03 // 11:29 PM
robi mansueto
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| Sunday, 13-Jun-2004 00:00 |
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Parking Is Full
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Standing Still
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Aiming High
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| Friday, 4-Jun-2004 00:00 |
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Parked Somewhere Familiar
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the view outside
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the view inside
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the view in front
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| Monday, 29-Mar-2004 00:00 |
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hi, nangulos ko sa computer sa among neighbor. pwerteng hinaya! how u guys na? email me sa lt_berg@yahoo.com , puno na ang babyboy account. storya-i ko. or tawag namo beh, (0081) 09057768278 . busy2x najud ko, grabe gabii na homan work. but sometimes wala pod koy mabuhat whole day hehe. anyway, next time nalang ko storya tarong.
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| Monday, 8-Mar-2004 00:00 |
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bLuE , gReEn , BrOwN
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photos from last summer and a couple of "pahabol" photos
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| Saturday, 6-Mar-2004 00:00 |
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ReMiNisCiNg: HiGh ScHoOl part 1
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christmas get-together 1999
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field trip tour bus (jr. year), grad ball, linggo ng wika (98)
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christmas get-together 2000
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i miss high school. i miss these people (even if i still see a few of them every now and then)... 
hahaha naks drama! but seriously, i mean it.
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| Thursday, 4-Mar-2004 00:00 |
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MoRe FrOm ThAt SaTuRdAy
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... continued.
Photos taken at Basilica del Santo Nino in Cebu 
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fantastic entry, gilbs 
i Love this
