the first black president

one word: CHANGE

Barack Obama, 44th President of the United States of America

terry gilliam’s the imaginarium of doctor parnassus

I was a young, imaginative kid when I saw The Adventures of Baron Munchausen way back in 1988. It was the first movie I’ve seen that contained what I believe is real movie magic. The imagery that I saw was a product of vision and brilliance, where fantasy was captured as a world of pure hallucinatory indulgence. And this never really left me and actually expanded my own curiosity and imagination as I grow older. From that moment on, I became a Terry Gilliam fan. Read the rest of this entry »

like running for the first time

It’s 6:30 pm. The lights at the PhilSports track has this faint somber glow for it has just rained a while back. There is lots of mud on the soccer field but the footballers couldn’t care less. On the track itself were runners of mixed demography. The old, the young, the serial marathoners and those who are desperately burning fat. I tighten my shoelaces and stretch my sedentary tortured back. Now as soon as I felt like it, there is no countdown. I just go and run.

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i dream of surf

People dream the most outlandish, surreal, or to simply put it, weird things. Yeah, I know that. But what the fuck, I have this recurring dream that I find really non-sensical. At first it was kinda amusing you know, but dreaming the same dream and variations of it for over two years now is in no way a pleasant experience during the only time that I seem to be a normal person, sleep. Calling the Dream doctor, something’s wrong with my freaking subconscious.

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them good souls

I am aware most of the time. I am aware that I’m selfish. I am aware that I take people for granted. I am aware than I am indifferent. I am aware that I alienate people and family. I am aware that I do all these on purpose. But no, I am not aware that I was very wrong. I was very wrong.

There is a lot that I need to explain, but see I don’t talk about it. Reaching out is not an appealing thought. But to all friends and co-workers that may read this, I say thank you and I owe you guys. You are all good people. Pure and true. I wish I could find myself again and be the old me. I swear you’d like me better. This post is for you guys.

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