R.I.P

I was right in not loving you. 

There was a murmur in my heart and I instantly knew. It was too good to be true. 

Now I will not name, nor write about what has happened between us. I will not give you a name, a circumstance to dignify you. Let this be, a tiny tombstone that the months and years will cover with grass. I shall forget you sooner than the worms have eaten your cadaver in my mind. When we meet again, it will be as though nothing between us has existed.

Recede

Clenched Soul

We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world. I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops. Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand. I remembered you with my soul clenched in that sadness of mine that you know. Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away? The book fell that always closed at twilight and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet. Always, always you recede through the evenings toward the twilight erasing statues.  Pablo Neruda

Tuesdays

I'm excited about watching "Tuesdays With Morrie" on December 2. Wasn't able to watch it when Repertory opened it last year because of an ex who had little interest in theater. Now I have my second chance at it and I'm not going to miss it.

I read the book some two or three years ago and I remember not going to work because I couldn't put it down and I was, uh, crying. I thought then that I needed to savor the wisdom and think long and hard about it in the comforts of my room. 

Now the time has come for "Morrie" to speak to me again. And the juncture is perfect. Some old man's wisdom to a, uh, kid in a quarter-life crisis. Hehehehehe.

Incidentally, my Dad Marcelito's nickname is Morrie. I don't know if subconsciously I'm seeing (or maybe wanting to see?) "Morrie" in my Morrie. (Morrie from the Mitch Albom book, "Tuesdays with Morrie", is a real Morrie- his college professor Morrie Schwartz).

Bought two tickets, delivered to my office at no extra cost (awesome Rep!). I think with this ticket delivery, we're seeing here some extra effort to promote theater in the Philippines and we should support it. Art is, after all, our nation's soul. 

So if you have the time, watch too.

F*ck Office 2008

I hate it when technology fails me. Today, I wanted to liquidate but when I opened MS Word and attempted to save a new file, it crashed. It wouldn't save. Instead it asked me to report the crash to Microsoft. Tried re-installing it via those help tips you find on the net and it's the fucking same thing. I wish I know what's completely wrong with it. Spent (more like wasted) half a day trying to figure it out but to no avail. I'm left with the same problem. 

Uh, help? 

Hehehe.

Letting Go

I've to learn to let go. I just got my newly framed graphite drawing and upon seeing it, I had second thoughts of selling it. I'm selfish. Hehehehe. Or maybe because that drawing is a part of me (my memories, my soul) and I don't want to let go. But I have to at one point right?

The picture on the left is of my acrylic painting entitled "Lovers". Feel free to contemplate :)

See you guys tomorrow during the artfair at the UP College of Fine Arts.