Friday, January 26, 2007
Life questions
Saan tinatago ni Superman ang pinagbihisan niya? Hindi naman niya iniiwan sa phone booth di ba?Bakit 'pag nagteteleport ang mutant na tao or nagtatransform into something (like water), hindi naiiwan yung damit?
Sinulat ko dati yung mga tanong ko tungkol sa maraming bagay, di ko lang matandaan kung nasaan na yung listahan na 'yun. Pag nakita ko 'yun, ipopost ko dito. Kaya lang baka di ko na makita yun, which brings me to another question: Bakit laging nawawala mga gamit ko?
Ay, di ko na pala dapat tinatanong yun. Ang sagot: kasi burara ako. So Keina, please, fix your life. Bukas, promise! Matutulog na ako (yihee wala pang 12midnight matutulog na ako) at simula bukas, di na ako matutulog hanggang I don't know when. Exaggerated yun of course, matutulog naman ako, siguro mga 5 hours... for the whole week. Hahaha.
Stress
What is STRESS?Stress is
...when you have work and you have time to do it but you don't do it because you just can't
...when you have work and you don't have time but you manage to do it (which means bye bye sleep)
...when you do the work you're not supposed to do because you are still accountable
...when your idea of a night out is coffee at Starbucks (w/ your gimik buddies aka readings)
...when your day ends with a sunrise
...when you go through the hassles of getting a permit only to find out you don't need one (or not getting one when you need it)
...when getting up to pee is already exercise
...when you dream of doing the things you were doing before you fell asleep
...when you don't fall asleep at all
...when you learn that your deadline has been extended (after you finished cramming your paper)
and
...when your pc hangs just after you have just finished a blog post
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
The dancer writes...
I am not a writer. I have tried, but I was never as good as I hoped. And yet I insist on becoming one. I express myself best not through word but through movement; the smooth glide of my toes showing carefree abandon, the whip of my leg saying passion. I am creative not in stringing words together, but in connecting senseless movements into a meaningful dance. Words alone are not enough for me to bare my soul. I need dance to pour out my deepest emotions. And yet I have stopped dancing, and here I am writing words that may mean nothing to you. Dancing made both my body and soul weary, but it doesn't mean I don't want to dance anymore. I just need time. But then if I let time pass, I may not be able to dance again. I write about this desire of mine, but I do nothing. My body stopped dancing, but my soul did not. I need time. To think, to ponder on the things that matter to me. And then it dawned on me. I am a writer. The stage is my paper, my body is my pen, and movements are my words.*** I wrote this during my PI class out of boredom hahaha.
keina. coffee addict. crammer. sleep deprived. haggard. happy. in love. busy. masipag. tamad. hyper. exhausted. iyakin. kulit. sayaw. pagod. sayaw ulit.
