[update] do not speak as loud as my heart;
The Scientist (LIVE) [listen]
Aimee Mann, Coldplay cover
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads are a science apart
Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start
I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
So tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh, and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing of tails
Coming back as we are
Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start
It's shuch a shame...
It's shuch a shame...
I'm looking out of the window that's aligned with my workstation, the blinds are drawn halfway up so I only see a portion of the city and sky outside but it seems like the clouds are hanging so low, there's a layer of white that turns slightly purple-gray. The city is tinged a little bit with blue from this distance, and some of the houses have their roofs reflecting the gradually growing sunlight. It reminds me of a painting that I saw once in high school when we went to the Metropolitan Museum.
- me at 5:59am
Normally I consider Wednesdays the longest and most exhausting day of the week. Sir Avel from Airdance once mentioned that it was because it was in the middle of the week, not quite at the start, not quite close to the end, and most people on the typical Monday to Friday schedule would feel the weight of that. Back when Kiribean, Kang, Angel and Nate used to attend classes with Sir Regan and Sir Aves, we'd see proof (I use this loosely, take note) of this in the fact that some of the other people in class wouldn't be around on Wednesdays.
Back in college, Wednesday was what Kam and I regarded as "tambay day". The University Break started at lunchtime and ended by 2:30 -- that's not the case anymore since UBreak's been moved to whole-day Friday. But back when Kam and I were still at DLSU, Wednesdays were barkada days; first at McDonald's Taft, and then much later at Buko, the "tenured" Starbucks at the intersection of Taft and Vito Cruz.
Wednesdays back then were both still exhausting and typically long if the group didn't meet up. Especially if I had a class at 2:30, which I'd normally attend but wonder why I had to. :P I admit to playing hooky once or twice, but it was something I never abused and figured I'd balance out by making sure that any and all requirements for the said class were in and more than good enough to haul my grades up.
And of course, there were those first few excursions to go drinking in the middle of the day with the Hockey Club. Usually one bottle and no more, partly because my conscience was ever-present, mostly because drinking in the middle of the day never really clicked for me even if indulging once in awhile with the team was fun.
The sky's evened out now. It's more blue than white with clouds, the city's also brighter since the sun's decided its time to make it glow. When it levels off a little later on maybe I'll take a minute or two just to watch the way it looks from the pantry. I need to get something from the company vending machine anyway. The airconditioning is too cold lately, I need some warmth in my bones.
Feel mildly energized after more or less crashing yesterday afternoon when I got home. Got to the house at around 4:30, crossed through the office and kissed my grandfather on the cheek as a means of saying hello. Headed over to the compound and was greeted by Punchkin at the door. Hauled him upstairs with me. I needed something fluffy to cuddle and it's something of habit for everyone in the family (except Dad, of course) to smish him a little. He makes these little whining sounds as if to say "let go, let go", which I do after awhile. I don't know if he curled up beside my head when I finally nodded off, but there's a chance that he did.
Neal woke me up at around ten to eight and I pretty much managed to go down the stairs without taking a tumble. My head always feels like it wants to roll off my shoulders when I get nudged awake out of deep sleep. Dinner was nilagang baka (beef stew or something like it), and the soup was a welcome thing. I seem to teeter a lot between feeling well and suddenly showing symptoms of coming down with another cold or the like, so getting something hot into my system was really, really good.
Updated my Plurk today. My karma points have gone down since I hadn't touched it over the weekend. Changed my usericon with this one with a girl and a dog that I snicked off my flist. :3 I think it was because the way the girl (Otsuka Ai, if I have it correct) was sitting reminded me of an older Caty, except not Caty. It makes me want to try my hand at writing something, which, since I'm done watching Macross Frontier, I will probably do later.
thisbe_wd needs an update. Stories to come soon.
paper_sailboats reminds me to work on that essay of mine.
marvel_mansion is calling me back to play jetass_guthrie.
reborn_biz is telling me to get off my ass and play more of chef_bianchi.
crazypuri is quiet as far as I can see, but I'll have to change that eventually.
I had the strangest conversation with an old acquaintance from paixaorpg. She's a high school senior now and randomly poked me to ask how old I am. Was wary at first because it's not exactly something you'd expect from someone you hadn't spoken to in ages (and it's been what... almost two? three? years since I played in that game). But I responded and was a bit distant at first until she explained that she just needed someone to talk/babble to about some things that were worrying her about college and the like and we talked for quite some time.
I don't know if I'll be catching her online again anytime soon, but I sort of hope I do. We got along really well back when we were both still playing, though we interacted only briefly in-game, so it was a little sad when we drifted apart (she didn't update her LJ for a long time and I fail at keeping up outside of this place D: so yes, Noey kind of fails in that respect). But talking to her was as constructive/productive/uplifting for me as it was for her and I'm hoping I can bother her a bit more from now on. We'll see though.
*
WANDERED FAR
Edith Tiempo
(The sea is warm and tidy
In my body
In jug and jar
Wide water wandered far.)
Late afternoon is best.
Clear droplets shower
From the sprinkler and the hose,
And the garden is drenched,
The porous soil quenched
From the dripping spatter
Of the begonias and the tall rose-
Stems; sprays of sanderiana
Lift up each gorgeous corolla,
And moist on the ground in bordered rows
The pied buds of portulaca.
The sun is in the west.
I think of a horse somewhere
In some pouring rain,
His heat steaming, his skin bathed cool,
Of my dog giddy in puddle water,
Of sparrows and their tweet and flutter
On a bird bat; of an empty lair,
The hairy hotbed of the deer,
Who trots off through the green lane
To the knife-cold edge of the pool,
Meeting his bowed shadow there,
Tongue and throat drenching, slaking
In the drowsy forest.
It is the sea in us,
From the deep cobalt
Brine, through tortuous
Springs, waters that roam.
Rising as vapor, cloud, and mist,
Falling as showers and rains
To lave our breathing
Lest we parch and perish,
For we crawled off the sea bringing
The cupful in our veins
And the memory to cherish:
Life and color
Gurgling in the garden hose.
The sea in us
(It has been years and years),
The old mark of our water home:
Salt in our wounds, the wet salt
Of our body’s humors.
Aimee Mann, Coldplay cover
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads are a science apart
Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start
I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
So tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh, and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing of tails
Coming back as we are
Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start
It's shuch a shame...
It's shuch a shame...
I'm looking out of the window that's aligned with my workstation, the blinds are drawn halfway up so I only see a portion of the city and sky outside but it seems like the clouds are hanging so low, there's a layer of white that turns slightly purple-gray. The city is tinged a little bit with blue from this distance, and some of the houses have their roofs reflecting the gradually growing sunlight. It reminds me of a painting that I saw once in high school when we went to the Metropolitan Museum.
- me at 5:59am
Normally I consider Wednesdays the longest and most exhausting day of the week. Sir Avel from Airdance once mentioned that it was because it was in the middle of the week, not quite at the start, not quite close to the end, and most people on the typical Monday to Friday schedule would feel the weight of that. Back when Kiribean, Kang, Angel and Nate used to attend classes with Sir Regan and Sir Aves, we'd see proof (I use this loosely, take note) of this in the fact that some of the other people in class wouldn't be around on Wednesdays.
Back in college, Wednesday was what Kam and I regarded as "tambay day". The University Break started at lunchtime and ended by 2:30 -- that's not the case anymore since UBreak's been moved to whole-day Friday. But back when Kam and I were still at DLSU, Wednesdays were barkada days; first at McDonald's Taft, and then much later at Buko, the "tenured" Starbucks at the intersection of Taft and Vito Cruz.
Wednesdays back then were both still exhausting and typically long if the group didn't meet up. Especially if I had a class at 2:30, which I'd normally attend but wonder why I had to. :P I admit to playing hooky once or twice, but it was something I never abused and figured I'd balance out by making sure that any and all requirements for the said class were in and more than good enough to haul my grades up.
And of course, there were those first few excursions to go drinking in the middle of the day with the Hockey Club. Usually one bottle and no more, partly because my conscience was ever-present, mostly because drinking in the middle of the day never really clicked for me even if indulging once in awhile with the team was fun.
The sky's evened out now. It's more blue than white with clouds, the city's also brighter since the sun's decided its time to make it glow. When it levels off a little later on maybe I'll take a minute or two just to watch the way it looks from the pantry. I need to get something from the company vending machine anyway. The airconditioning is too cold lately, I need some warmth in my bones.
Feel mildly energized after more or less crashing yesterday afternoon when I got home. Got to the house at around 4:30, crossed through the office and kissed my grandfather on the cheek as a means of saying hello. Headed over to the compound and was greeted by Punchkin at the door. Hauled him upstairs with me. I needed something fluffy to cuddle and it's something of habit for everyone in the family (except Dad, of course) to smish him a little. He makes these little whining sounds as if to say "let go, let go", which I do after awhile. I don't know if he curled up beside my head when I finally nodded off, but there's a chance that he did.
Neal woke me up at around ten to eight and I pretty much managed to go down the stairs without taking a tumble. My head always feels like it wants to roll off my shoulders when I get nudged awake out of deep sleep. Dinner was nilagang baka (beef stew or something like it), and the soup was a welcome thing. I seem to teeter a lot between feeling well and suddenly showing symptoms of coming down with another cold or the like, so getting something hot into my system was really, really good.
Updated my Plurk today. My karma points have gone down since I hadn't touched it over the weekend. Changed my usericon with this one with a girl and a dog that I snicked off my flist. :3 I think it was because the way the girl (Otsuka Ai, if I have it correct) was sitting reminded me of an older Caty, except not Caty. It makes me want to try my hand at writing something, which, since I'm done watching Macross Frontier, I will probably do later.
thisbe_wd needs an update. Stories to come soon.
paper_sailboats reminds me to work on that essay of mine.
marvel_mansion is calling me back to play jetass_guthrie.
reborn_biz is telling me to get off my ass and play more of chef_bianchi.
crazypuri is quiet as far as I can see, but I'll have to change that eventually.
I had the strangest conversation with an old acquaintance from paixaorpg. She's a high school senior now and randomly poked me to ask how old I am. Was wary at first because it's not exactly something you'd expect from someone you hadn't spoken to in ages (and it's been what... almost two? three? years since I played in that game). But I responded and was a bit distant at first until she explained that she just needed someone to talk/babble to about some things that were worrying her about college and the like and we talked for quite some time.
I don't know if I'll be catching her online again anytime soon, but I sort of hope I do. We got along really well back when we were both still playing, though we interacted only briefly in-game, so it was a little sad when we drifted apart (she didn't update her LJ for a long time and I fail at keeping up outside of this place D: so yes, Noey kind of fails in that respect). But talking to her was as constructive/productive/uplifting for me as it was for her and I'm hoping I can bother her a bit more from now on. We'll see though.
*
WANDERED FAR
Edith Tiempo
(The sea is warm and tidy
In my body
In jug and jar
Wide water wandered far.)
Late afternoon is best.
Clear droplets shower
From the sprinkler and the hose,
And the garden is drenched,
The porous soil quenched
From the dripping spatter
Of the begonias and the tall rose-
Stems; sprays of sanderiana
Lift up each gorgeous corolla,
And moist on the ground in bordered rows
The pied buds of portulaca.
The sun is in the west.
I think of a horse somewhere
In some pouring rain,
His heat steaming, his skin bathed cool,
Of my dog giddy in puddle water,
Of sparrows and their tweet and flutter
On a bird bat; of an empty lair,
The hairy hotbed of the deer,
Who trots off through the green lane
To the knife-cold edge of the pool,
Meeting his bowed shadow there,
Tongue and throat drenching, slaking
In the drowsy forest.
It is the sea in us,
From the deep cobalt
Brine, through tortuous
Springs, waters that roam.
Rising as vapor, cloud, and mist,
Falling as showers and rains
To lave our breathing
Lest we parch and perish,
For we crawled off the sea bringing
The cupful in our veins
And the memory to cherish:
Life and color
Gurgling in the garden hose.
The sea in us
(It has been years and years),
The old mark of our water home:
Salt in our wounds, the wet salt
Of our body’s humors.