Liv in a Life Well-Lived

Like This If anyone asks you how the perfect satisfaction of all our wanting will look, lift your face and say, Like this . When someone mentions the gracefulness of the nightsky, climb up on the roof and dance and say, Like this? If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is, or what "God's fragrance" means, lean your head toward him or her. Keep your face there close. Like this. When someone quotes the old poetic image about clouds gradually uncovering the moon, slowly loosen knot by knot the strings of your robe. Like this? If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead, don't try to explain the miracle. Kiss me on the lips. Like this. Like this. When someone asks what it means to &quo

I am now.... the proud owner.... of.... a cd of Neil Gaiman's Sandman Series from 1 to 74! That is seriously major, major loot. MAJOR . That's roughly ten thousand bucks there, in that skinny disc. But the nice girl that I am ( thunder, thunder ), I got it for free. Mikhail Spencer R., you've got my gigantic thanks! You're the geek , man! (That's like, a huge compliment, in the dimension my friends and I prefer to inhabit) VOTE THIS GUY IF HE RUNS FOR PRESIDENT! ( ahehe... legal naman ito diba? Looks like it with all the programs it runs with .) Hmm... now.... where are my bookworm pals to whom this heavenly treasure shall be shared with? ;)

Body Weight: 200+++ pounds Brain Mass: 5 ounce Oh goodness. This day -- it's just so --- beyond description. I truly believe I am slowly turning dumb and dumber. How does that come about? From geeky goddess to susie spacehead?? Riding one of my perennial taxis to Makati (my only time for introspection in my godforsaken work), it dawned on me that it might just be because my brains have been dealing with splat lately. Zero challenge for the last 2 years. I mean, work is brain power, sure. But I think I need a different kind of mental exercise. Something that'll keep my thinking processes disciplined and sharp. My brain has just recognized that, in PBSP, I might have just stressed myself witless (literally). I've even lost my edge in English. I buckle just like the next retard now. :) My choice of words have become rudimentary. Scary, huh? If I don't do anything about it soon, I'll just be as stupid as the last dodo. It is soooo hard for me to admit this, but, I might

At the very last second -- just when her resolve was about to dissipate -- she jumped. All the hues of the black night seemed to swirl about her as she fell. Her eyes, though closed, can see the star-flecked darkness as her body sped by. She was free falling to the next good place. And to herself, she kept saying over and over again, "Anywhere --- anywhere but here." On her lips, it was a prayer of salvation. She fell for what seemed like eternity until she realized there was supposed to be a hold somewhere. A catch in time that she must reach out to so she can exit oblivion. Her hands pried the empty space in front of her, furiously searching for a latch, a thread or a rip in the fabric of the night which can stop her fall. An opening to the next world. A much hoped for escape. She realized though that the more she flails, the harder it was to move. She stopped moving then, and forced herself to pretend she was jst floating on a dark ocean. Her searching hands went from erra

Book in Hand: Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury Song in Mind: We’ve Got Tonight What I want are simple things. I just dream of finding a comfortable pad all my own. I may be old enough to get out of the house, you see. I would like to strike it on my own. A small place with just enough space for a cute kitchen where I can finally force myself to learn to cook, a cozy enough couch at one corner, modest TV set with cable connection. A small room to fit my bed and a writing desk and a beanbag. And the walls are of pure white to be decorated by shelves and shelves of books, from one wall to the other. I don’t care if it looks like a library. Nor if it’s one hell of a fire hazard. I want books to fill my life. Now that nothing else can take me away from here. But leaving the house doesn’t mean out of my family’s life. I dream of a job that could get us through this financial slump we’ve been suffering for some years now. I want my Dad to have the luxury of not to work. My Mum the choice to run

Book in Hand: Reave the Just by Stephen Donaldson Song in Mind: Can't Fight the Moonlight by LeAnn Rimes I can't believe I totally forgot to include Professor Lupin from Harry Potter in my list of good guys in fantasy. And I don't mean that screwy, stringy guy they portrayed him in the last Potter movie. The Lupin I imagined him to be was really more of a thinner Hugh Jackman. Anyway, that completely sealed my fate as a geeky girl. People who know me and who read this blog will make it known officially... as if the blog title wasn't enough to tip them off. :) Am officially hating Mondays. Today, I woke up still thinking about the last Joey episode. It was a re-run last night, but it was okay since it was the very first and I never caught that. It's not as good as Friends was, but it still cracks me up. Watching the series has become part of my Sunday routine, just as much as CSI is (all three in consecutive airing times! yey!). Today, an onslaught of work just caug

Not hide nor shadow. That's what I saw of Neil Gaiman. Well, alright, to be more accurate, I did see a flash of moppy hair and the shockly pasty white face (it can be due to the poor lighting in Fully Booked) of the Genius-who-is. And I bet a gazillion to one, I was able to breathe in at least a couple of molecules of recycled air he breathed in. That's fine for me. I mean, I know how Neil Gaiman looks like. There are such things as pic-tures . I just wanted to be able to assure myself that he's real. And that it is possible for just one man to create magnificent characters such as Dream. So now I know. He's real. I just wish Dream was too. *sigh* Now people are going to say I have absolutely gone bonkers. Instead of real people, Liv chooses to emulate un-real ones. I hear choruses of Freud, Jung and whatshissface being screamed from aloft. Sue me, I say. SOmetimes we need illusional characters to remind us of how humans should be . Or what possibe existence we can ach

The veritable god (read: creator) of the Sandman Comic Book series is in Manila. HE'S HERE IN MANILA!! By whatever fluke or freakish event that brought him here, I remain a humbled, awed and grateful supplicant. I have to go see Neil Gaiman! Although it looks like I won't be able to get any of my books signed, I think I will be content with just seeing him and maybe hearing a talk or two. Book club to Gateway Mall. Tomorrow at 5-ish. Bring your ultimate geekish demi-god self and meet the GENIUS-who-is. So mote it be.

I'm sorry for the question I posted about Sodom. Last night, I figured out the actual answer why. Nobody bother answering, okay? :) Had a terrifyingly harassed day today. I just wonder if this is how life is for most people? It sure sucks. It can't just be happening to me, I'm sure. When I was younger, I had dreams of loving my work. Of actually enjoying it day in and day out. But the one job I know will keep me happy is an extremely hard one and pays so little. I cannot just write. A sad truth. So I have to keep the job that pays. Tonight, I have been browsing through some of my old works. There were so many back then. In high school, I must've churned out a story a month. And those were goddamned novelettes. Of course they have the depth equal to nil, but it was the mental exercise that I miss. Nowadays, I feel guilty when I even dare imagine a story. Not with this overwhelming details I must look to at work... But of course, not to imagine would be not to breathe fo

I've been wondering.... Dear reader, have you ever tried clicking those links under my blogster sidebar? I just visited all of them today and I realized I have the weirdest set of friends. We often never share the same opinion, but we survive being acquainted, and sometimes, even being great friends with each other. Like for example, Sep just totally razed War of the Worlds in her last entry, and there I was last Tuesday saying I actually liked it. I know, I know. That's normal. Or usual. In my world, nothing is normal nga pala. But I find it fascinating. Anyway.... GLORIAGATE Nakakahiya ako. I teach civil welfare, I work in a development org, I am a CSWCD UP graduate... and I absolutely have no idea what GLORIAGATE is. That is, until last Saturday. Yesterday talaga, sobrang naghabol ako sa mga newspapers. I ahve to understand what the deal is. Moreover, I have to make a stand. Sobrang engrossed na ko with the trivialities of my work that I cannot seem to balance it out with th

Hindi ko sigurado kung bakit ko masyadong na-enjoy ang War of the Worlds ni Steven Spielberg. Sa tutoo lang, kung isa kang kritiko, napakahirap magsabi na natuwa ka sa isang pelikula dahil maaring mayroong hindi sumang-ayon sa iyo at lumabas na napakababaw mo lang na tao. Kaya nga siguro, pag may isang pagpupuna ng pelikula, kadalasan, puro kamalian ang binabanggit naming mahilig mampuna. Hindi kasi masyadong nakataya ang iyon dignidad. Kapag may hindi sumang-ayon sa iyong hindi kaaya-ayang sanaysay, ang iisipin nla isang napaka-pesimistiko mo lang na tao. Pero pag pinuri mo ang isang pelikula at may hindi natuwa --- kredibilidad mo bilang kritiko ang nakasalalay. Kaya nga minsan, napakahirap magbigay ng puna. Kung bakit ba kasi isa akong napakalaking masokistang manunulat na pilit gumagawa ng mga sanaysay ukol sa mga kuro-kurong hindi naman sang-ayon ang lahat. Pero, kapag hindi ko ito ginawa, magsisinungaling ako sa sarili ko. Kaya nga ngayong sinasabi ko na nagustuhan ko ang War of

Book in Hand: A Girl's Guide to Fishing and Hunting by Melissa Bank Song in Mind: That song by Hale In Binondo, Find Your Heart's Desire A couple of weeks ago, Gilda and I were just talking about walking through Binondo one of these days just to enjoy its uniqueness. Yesterday, we both had to deposit a check in the bank so we decided to walk. I have a feeling it's the closest thing we can have to fulfilling our "dream". Anyway, after the bank, we made our way to Eng Bee Tin as well to buy some of their famous hopia. On the way back to the office, I browsed through a nearby store and found a pair of earphones -- a bargain for P 120. Been wanting to buy that for the longest time since I found that music is an excellent therapy for stressful office days. That hub of old Manila is simply --- i don't know --- intoxicating. And I don't mean the stench from the filthy streets (its infamous characteristic). It's really more of the variety you can find and th