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Barely Breathing

Thursday, June 2nd, 2005

Barely Breathing

Duncan Sheik

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I know what you’re doing
I see it all too clear
I only taste the saline
When I kiss away your tears
You really had me going, wishing on a star
But the black holes that surround you
Are heavier by far
I believed in your confusion
You were so completely torn
Well it must have been that yesterday
Was the day that I was born

There’s not much to examine
There’s nothing left to hide
You really can’t be serious
If you have to ask me why

I say good-bye…

1-’Cause I am barely breathing
And I can’t find the air
I don’t know who I’m kidding
Imagining you care, and I could stand here
Waiting a fool for another day
But I don’t suppose it’s worth the price
Worth the price, the price that I would pay

Everyone keeps asking, what’s it all about?
I used to be so certain and I can’t figure out
What is this attraction? I only feel the pain
There’s nothing left to reason and only me to blame
Will it ever change?
(repeat 1)

But I’m thinking it over anyway…

I’ve come to find, I may never know
Your changing mind, is it friend or foe?
I rise above or sink below
With every time you come and go
Please don’t, you come and go   

Sketched

Saturday, May 28th, 2005

Painting

 

Ayala Museum- It all started in Ebun a week earlier. I was having dinner when the waitress handed me a note. The note said, “Your facial features are pretty. I will be honored to draw a portrait/sketch of you this Saturday at Ayala Museum. Say 2:30 PM.” The note was personalized, Dante Silverio -Artist [with his number] was embossed on the paper. I was flattered but I didn’t know what to think. I replied, “That’s generous of you to say. Thank you. I’ll check my schedule.” The following day, I checked over the net who Dante Silverio is -and I found articles that said he was the former team manager/coach of Crispa… I also read that he used to be the president of the visual arts guild of the Phil and he’s a businessman turned artist turned flamenco dancer. I wasn’t thinking of going. #1- He saw me night time and I was really all dressed up [so I'm not too sure if he had a good gauge of how i looked] I might disappoint him if he saw me in daylight [haha] #2- I questioned his motives #3-Why should I go? All these doubts were answered when I talked to Tito Boy Saycon who happened to mention his name in one of our conversations [freaky coincidence wasn't it?] He said that he vouches for Mr. Silverio and that he’s really a good artist. They worked together for 10 years and he knows Dante’s kids. He also said that he’s happy that Dante hasn’t lost his good taste for beauty. What morale booster do I still need? I texted Mr. Silverio that I can make it at 3 PM. Thing is, I didn’t get any good sleep the night before Saturday and I cried so my eyes were really puffy when I woke up. I didn’t get any rest at all so I looked haggard.  But I made a commitment so I went even if I knew I’d be a disappointment [man, listen to myself... I should rebuild my confidence <--out of order last week, haha.] Three friends offered to accompany me but I summoned up the courage to go to the museum alone. He asked me to sit in one corner and he started drawing my portrait. Elixir Tvberia came and drew my portrait. It took effort to sit still since there were people around watching but it was manageable. Two hours and 30 minutes, both artists were finished. The two portraits were totally different.  I guess it depends on how the artist interprets the subject. To sum it up, I enjoyed the experience and I’m looking forward to more little misfits adventures… Shine like the sun! 

The Piecing Bullet: Anthony v. Jesse

Wednesday, May 11th, 2005

I have to say that this is my favorite of all episodes of Contender. The fight was already written in history to be won by a bullet. Anthony Bonsante is the better boxer by far… in terms of determination, discipline, fairness and talent. Don’t get me wrong. Jesse Brinkley [my new ephemeral crush] is a good boxer too, make no mistakes about it. But the odds weren’t with him. He had to lose weight before the fight and re-focus. 2 rounds into the match and he was still trying to find it. Jesse didn’t bring any goals stepping into the ring. The traditional tapping of gloves before the match was foretelling Anthony that Jesse conceded to being the bullet’s target board that night. Then the world stopped on its axis when Jesse landed that uppercut right smack Anthony’s noggin. From there on, the bullet lost all its gunpowder. I saw that as soon as Brinkley’s uppercut connected, Anthony’s eyes lost its light. He staggered, fell on his side, and received the count. Even if Bonsante was expectant of a strong win, he didn’t see that hit coming.

 

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I liked Anthony’s grace… as well as his passion and respect for boxing. Though his determination [others confuse with arrogance] can sometimes be piercing as a bullet, he accepted the loss no matter how unfortunate it went.

 

I simply love Mark Burnett’s reality shows because he veers towards human nature –the complexities of emotions and responses. Even if it’s all set up on a studio and it is still “TV,” he captures the human drama of situations we come to experience — RAW.

 

I almost got teary-eyed when I saw Bonsante kids’ concern for their father’s condition when he met the mat. Father’s love –sometimes flat but such a sweet thing. Bullet is a wonderful dad [But there’s no greater dad in my eyes than the one that comes home to us. Gulp. No crying for me now…] Kiddos, love your dad or anyone who stands as the dad in your life and be grateful for the difference he made in your life. Though it is not possible, love him far more than he has provided for you. Sacrifice for your loved ones –esp. for your dads and moms.

 

Spend time with them. Life is too short for trivial activities that you can do later on.

Love is eternal.

 

After a While

Thursday, April 28th, 2005

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After a while you learn
The subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn
That love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security
And you begin to learn
That kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child
And you learn
To build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is
Too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down
In mid-flight
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns
If you get too much
So you plant your own gardens
And decorate your own soul
Instead of waiting for someone
To bring you flowers
And you learn
That you really can endure
You really are strong
You really do have worth
And you learn
And you learn
With every goodbye, you learn…

 

Home

Monday, April 18th, 2005

Home

Brian McKnight

Thinking back when we first met
I remember what you said
You said you’d never leave me
I let go of your hand
Built my castle in the sand
But now I’m reachin’ out again
And I’m not letting go
Till you

Hold me
Mold me
Sometimes I feel so all alone
See, I gotta find me way back home
So why don’t you

Shape me
Make me
Wash me whiter than the snow
I gotta find my way
Back home

Master upon my knees i pray
I just want to be the clay
Put your arms around me
Place my life in your hands
Lord, I know I’m just a man
I know you understand
This time I’m not letting go
Till you

Anoint me
Appoint me
Sometimes I feel so alone
See, I gotta find my way back home

So why don’t you
Chastise me
Baptize me
Wash me whiter than the snow
I gotta find my way

‘Cause I’m lost and alone
I’ve been wandering
Long enough to know
Humbly I search for you
And I’m not gonna rest
Till you

Choose me
Use me
Sometimes I feel so alone
I’m on my way back home

So why don’t you
Direct me
Bless me
Wash me whiter then the snow
I’m on my way

Back home

Home Brian McKnight

* Lord, use my life as a blessing to others.

Seasons of Love

Sunday, April 3rd, 2005

Seasons of Love

Rent 

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measuremeasure a year?
In
daylights — In sunsets
In midnights — In cups of coffee
In inches — In miles
In laughter — In strife
In — Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?

In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died
It’s time now - to sing out
Tho’ the story never ends
Let’s celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love
Remember the love
Remember the love
Measure in love
Measure, measure your life in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love

Pepato –Greenbelt 2

Monday, March 28th, 2005

This was sometime in 2005.  Photos are ugly –taken from phone camera.

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Manila Ice and the Philippine Heat

Monday, March 21st, 2005

March 21, 2005.  I was patiently waiting for the BIG event last Sunday when I got a call from him.  He said that he knows the result already from his Tito Fred who watched the Morales v. Pacquiao match without the never-ending commercials [on satellite TV, I guess and not on cable.] From the tone of his voice, he has already revealed what I feared most –our champ lost to the formidable Morales. I wasn’t too excited to watch the battle anymore –I was supposed to go to NSG to have a good feel of the crowd and cheer our modern day hero, but I stayed home and reviewed the match with a sullen face.

Round 5 and both boxers are even with two rounds each, but the fire was in Morales’ eyes. Morales continued to dictate the pace and opened a deep gash over Pacquiao’s right eye. I’m not sure about Morales’ track record but he didn’t look like a dirty fighter. Unintentional head butt or not, the Latin boxer gave straights that connected the islands of Samar and Leyte more than the San Juanico Bridge. Most of Erik’s vital punches landed… and landed hard. Training Pacquiao’s right dubbed as the Manila Ice appeared to have melt inside the “wrong” gloves even before the hits landed. With a heart bigger than Rocky Balboa’s, Pacquiao came out more aggressively despite blood dripping over his right eye which caused him to fight like a pirate. Both boxers took turns hurting each other. Pacquiao’s jabs and hits on his opponent’s torso made Morales beat and bruised… Pacquiao seemed to pick up a second wind in the last three rounds leaving Morales staggering in the last round. In the end, Morales scored a unanimous decision over Manny Pacquiao at the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas. Erik “El Terrible” Morales was NOT unstoppable. I’m definite that Pacquiao could have beaten him without the external factors. Pacquiao is bigger than the wrong set of mittens or a vertical cut. But external factors like business matters [purse of $1.7 M and chance to live abroad] and career management showed to be damaging to his fight record. Morales visibly had a larger frame than our main man and had a longer reach. It is not an inexcusable hurdle but Pacquiao could have put to good use a tune-up fight since it was a new weight class. He might have moved up the ladder too soon, that’s why a prep game would have tested the capacity of Pacman’s batteries. Morales profited from his match against Barrera. It made his jaw thick as granite and his mindset out on a vengeance. He learned from his defeat and I believe our fighter might have taken a pointer too. 2nd note, it would have been a better match if leftie fought a leftie. [They were developing the right because Morales is expecting the left... would it take too much brain cells to figure out that the manila surprise, after all the publicity, is Manny's right?] Why fix something that isn’t broken? Pacman’s left has always been the clincher so why develop the right hand in two months time and without a baptismal of fire? The Manila Ice should have been punctured with an ice pick or clamp before it can turn into an ice pack that quenches a terrible fever. Morales has changed the name Dengue… and it took more than a Manila Ice to control the virus.

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Fighters should be thinking about their strategy [stick to the game plan if must], attack mode and defense. Boxers should not be distracted by matters unnecessary in the ring like the purse or boxing collateral. It’s elemental that the fighter’s mind should also be conditioned. The fight is in the four corners of the ring, not outside of it. . For whatever reason, I didn’t see the fervor in Pacquiao’s stance nor the vehemence of his punches. Nevertheless, Pacquiao has displayed that he was fashioned from Champion material when he not only survived the 12 rounds but also fought out his guts to the bitter end. Most of his skills and strategies weren’t exhibited but he maintained his world-class grace. [Manny, please don’t request for a rematch in 6 months time. You and Freddy Roach are back in the drawing board and you need to be in the winner’s bracket before you fight Morales again. Even if you have our full confidence, recover from the loss first and reclaim your stature in another match by the end of the year before you face Morales again.]

When all things have been said, bottom line is, we lost and we should whole-heartedly accept it. Welcome Pacquiao’s defeat and return with open arms. Excuses should stop revolving around flip culture. There is no need for reasons because he didn’t put us to shame at all. Less than a year ago the name Manny Pacquiao was virtually unknown to American fight fans. Now, more than anything, Manny Pacquiao has definitely put the Philippines on the map.

I am patiently waiting for Pacman’s next bout… until the next clank of the bell.n’s nex

t bout… until the next