tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76571462012-01-27T07:27:42.584+07:00overweening personal ambition is no virtue; but while i had it, i could have danced on a bed of nails. -joyce maynard-arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.comBlogger7651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-90264846175456779122012-01-01T17:43:00.004+07:002012-01-01T17:44:22.207+07:00

start of a new year

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...on a firetruck traversing the flood in rachayothin to central latprao one evening (november 4, 2011)

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i left my apartment early in the morning and was still surrounded by ankle-deep to at most half-leg deep flood. i got back with the road almost dry. somehow, there's something about this flood that i am already starting to miss. undoubtedly, the flood swept uncountable damage to lives, revenues and properties. when it was half-thigh deep, it seriously inconvenienced me in sudden work trips to

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you may feel bad about what's happening around us but this is part of life. we feel sadness and pain. we also feel happiness. this is in everything around us, with our attachments in this world.  nothing is permanent. what is important is what we do now and understanding that it has an effect on everyone around us. each one of us should be responsible enough of our actions that we do not unduly

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i am now imagining a coming great flood like a horde of zombies slowly approaching the last human stronghold in bangkok. the warnings and precautions from various social media sites, the news, and personal acquaintances every hour of each day in the last two to three weeks have desensitized me to the reality.

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it feels unnatural. the man sinks in his wallowing emotional constipations. alas it is fear to bare himself to the innocence of just feeling,   

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i am not sure where i am now. where i am headed. where i should be headed. when everyone else around you assume unabated and self-acclaimed expertise and control over your work is the time that patience should learn to succumb to a calculated rebellion. for i am a non-expert to what i do, but an expert on matters that i could not do. and everyone else an expert on everything through the art of

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i was walking into what are now familiar places, installations that have become personal acquaintances, signs that have accustomed themselves to greeting me their usual good morning and welcome and farewells. in all these, i found my loneliness. a phone message here and there, then and now, somehow filled a little of that vast emptiness inside me. the flooding emails somehow drowned the lulling

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a certain emptiness leaks in, takes over and, somehow, in its shallow depths, drowns what was once a persistent heart. unsureness must have fountained dear certain emptiness. absence has yearned for longing. and the anticipation of presence met by absence has surely nourished its seeping sinewy fingers. a certain emptiness leaks in. dear forlorn heart must not give in.  

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to practice mindfulness requires patience of the mind and the body. 

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today  he saw pictures of thesis defenses and completion certificates,  of graduating and being honored,  of black robes and glasses of champagnes of celebrations, of going home to start changing the world for the better. who would have thought.  two school years gone in a world that could have also been his, in his world that never was. tonight he feared losing his way to the world he

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your cholesterol level is high. your sugar level is high. your uric acid level is high. your triglyceride level is high. no pizza, also no cheese. lessen the salt which means no kfc, no mcdonalds. no baboy (pork). no liver and internal organs which i know you eat. no sugar. i will set an appointment next month to see if your levels have improved. but doctor, i am going home to the philippines by

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and here he goes again finding distance when people with good intentions reach.  the caution  his gullibility has taught him.  it is no wonder he finds himself always  stranded,  not of the others' doing.  inner struggles.  distant to find his peace.

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in april of 2009

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i've been rummaging through my files when a batch of photos from 2009 reminded me that 2 years had already passed since i did a mount kinabalu climb in sabah, malaysia ascending from mesilau and descending to timpohon. it had me wondering when i might be able to do another trip back to sabah again.

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squashed things by the road reminded me of a.roy's the god of small things. everytime i see one, it becomes an image of another stain in the Universe. this is a first photo of a frog-shaped stain.

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around six in a saturday morning, i arrived in bang sue station to hopefully catch the excursion train to nam tok, somewhere in the province of kanchanaburi. at 6.51, i was already mindfully seated in one of the train cars, like a kid on his first train ride to anywhere. in fact, it is. my first out of a city train ride off to somewhere, and it jumpstarted a self that had long slept itself in

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the only future that all of us can be certain of having is the fact of dying and death, and i seem to have trapped myself in a spiraling affair with dying.i must stop the smoking. it has increased the chances of me dying within the week. my lips have shriveled and dried up, it has accumulated the itchy shivers i only get to have with piles of crab allergens. my throat feels dry and itchy too. and

arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-43852636174094560942011-03-21T20:48:00.006+07:002011-03-21T21:21:13.118+07:00

"last saturday, everyone wanted to see the super moon. a good friend from the philippines even sent me a message, i recall three or four days before the rise of super moon. and that saturday night, walking home, i saw the moon up in the dark flat sky. the same moon, a zenith moon, not larger or smaller, as the moon i have always taken time to see every month since. it was not as large as the

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nikon fm2, 50mm f/1.8, fujifilm velvia 100

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i especially wanted a drink tonight. red label dispersed in soda water perhaps. bacardi mojitos. a shot or two of any kind of vodka. or just a bottle of beer. a drink with. a drink for myself. and with a stick or two of surya. i was told to expect a mega moon tonight, or was it tomorrow. like the mega star back in the philippines. mega moon reminded me of quentin tarantino's face spread out

arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-23936399170209845782011-03-13T00:10:00.001+07:002011-03-13T00:12:14.178+07:00

nikon fm2, 50mm f/1.8, fujifilm superia 400

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if you ask me about love, mine is first a tragedy - my husband's death ten years ago, and the way i am made now to fill in the shoes of both father and mother, and the breadwinner of a daughter and a son.then again, love becomes unconditional sacrifice and joy - to see my children grow up proper and hardworking. and love becomes my pledge to keep on living and working - for us to have our fill,

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"it's not that i have gained mass. and size. or that i started smoking again. almost 3 times a day, and a bit more. or that for the longest time i have allowed myself the distance from anything capable of intimacy. i have been feeling rebellious. the way they make me feel that i should be beholden."they say they want your independence. your sustainability. they find ways to trap you to dependence

arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-82530306727308027282011-03-02T19:44:00.001+07:002011-03-02T19:49:28.923+07:00

nikon fm2, 50mm f/1.8, fujifilm reala 100

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nikon fm2, 50mm f/1.8, fujifilm reala 100

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today was nothing especially special. he somehow achieved his goal to make the day as invisible as a normal day should be. in fact, it was more invisible than any other day could be. that was, however, special in its own way. it was so invisible that he even forgot that the day was not yet over, and there was still time to end the day simply.people managed to pierce away his shielding cloth. a

arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-92017391180874766362011-02-28T22:51:00.004+07:002011-03-01T01:16:36.670+07:00

today should not be about crankiness. i did my best. though crankiness too had his few moments."i saw norwegian wood by the way."they ran out of neopan and realas.

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i had mugs of chang in draft. it was opportune. to possibly leave me with a restful sleep yet i stay awake contemplating. that i probably had too many mugs of draft. there was a special surprise bag containing what can be associated with some memories. a champa whiskey bottle to remind me to have even just a glass to celebrate a thirty-first. a pack of joma's to remind me of numerous days in

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it must be humiliating, or, possibly, humbling, the way he seemed to be sidelined. most of the time. by the powers that be that seemed to know not the lessons of capacitating the young with the experience and expertise of the old. he has had brushes with dispensability but in no way it came close to a feeling of irrelevance and being underutilized. most is about the way the end can justify the

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nikon fm2, 50mm f/1.8, fujifilm reala 100

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nikon fm2, 50mm f/1.8, fujifilm reala 100

arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-3532414397465525122011-02-21T21:13:00.003+07:002011-02-21T21:40:04.283+07:00

nikon fm2, 50mm f/1.8, fujifilm reala 100

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nikon fm2, 50mm f/1.8 lens, fujifilm reala 100

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nikon fm2, 50mm f/1.8, fujifilm reala 100

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..................... .....................and nine hundred twenty eight sheep jumped over the fence...

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arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-88766563564407542022011-02-14T18:19:00.005+07:002011-02-14T18:44:03.626+07:00

it could not have been that what they often call the usual fluttery sort- of butterfly feeling that warmly settles on the heart. today should be fleeting. when the day ends, so goes everything that it brought and developed to set with it. not settle. to set out. to fly away. many miles away. many light years away.this year seems no different. i cannot remember what last year's offered. for sure,

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nikon fm2, 50mm f/1.8, fujifilm neopan 400

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nikon fm2, 50mm f/1.8, fujifilm neopan 400

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nikon fm2, 50mm f/1.8, fujifilm neopan 400

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arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-75002659279340995102011-02-11T08:07:00.002+07:002011-02-11T08:28:55.848+07:00

the lack of sleep is taking its toll. while he leaves bandar seri begawan this afternoon, there is still the long lay-over in kuala lumpur and the almost midnight arrival in bangkok.

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nikon fm2, 50mm f/1.8, fujifilm neopan 400

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nikon fm2, 50mm f/1.8 lens, fujifilm reala 100

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nikon fm2, 50mm f/1.8 lens, fujifilm reala 100

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nikon fm2, 50mm f/1.8 lens, fujifilm reala 100

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nikon fm2, with 50mm f/1.8, fujifilm reala 100

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i remember being told how much people despair or relish the occasions of the past, worry and expect on the offers of the future. a soul, if it exists, would most likely just pass on, perhaps ever evading the only known fact of life that the body dies, and a soul, if it exists, would just move on. from one life to another. or one dream to another.dreams are supposed to be the place where the

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this time of the year, i noticed, must be when flowers are eager to bloom. i also recently noticed how i subconsciously conditioned myself to anticipate the scent of sampaguita lining the narrow alleyway to home. you, i know, of all people, can appreciate this more.you asked me a few times before if you can call me dear, love, or darling. i simply brushed aside the idea, as if i never heard or it

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i walked home today. sort of out of myself, de-spirited in a way by perhaps the too many lager bottles over an extended lunch and intensive exchanges. i had to walk home. two kilometers, more or less, it seems. to breathe out. sweat out. the grogginess of my movement. the fogginess of my head.

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...buff momo, dal bhat, fried spicy buff, and tato raksi

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in 2008, i remember believing in a strong philippine football team for the next suzuki cup in 2010, and just now, i saw how much the philippines has come a long way to developing its roster through eligible football players with filipino parents, and hopefully, a long and sustaining way in strengthening its national football program and developing local talents. although it lost to a very strong

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life has its rough ends and jagged corners. his seemed to have never crossed a plane as close as a smoothest overused carpet, especially now that he has come to work with a sixty plus man who has seen the world, experienced everything it has to offer to him, with apparently no other passion but to still enjoy his old age with wine and the re-telling of his life's lessons to willing and curious

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nikon fm2, with 50mm f/1.8, fujifilm pro 160s

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nikon fm2 with 50mm f/1.8, fujifilm superia reala 100

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i have always wondered how birds die. i have seen some die in a predator~prey chase in education and nature shows in tv but those deaths are glorious ones ~ valkyrie~type, especially for a creature blessed with the gift of flight. such a creature in its moment of death should, naturally, ascend to the heavens.that was, until i chanced seeing separately three dead bodies of pigeons laying on grass

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i was walking home. the winding residential alleyways to my apartment building, blessed with only a few yellow--lighted streetlamps, where i am often tackled by the growls of pretentiously angry labradors in one of the residences, carried a calming feeling at nearly seven in the evening. must be the moon, upon my first visual connection with it, subtly greeted back with its quiet grin. and my

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i only have two things. only two. with only a small glass of red wine, i realized how both wonderful and difficult it is to get stuck within a crevice, a wanting narrow and soft but tightly ridged slit to something else.first, it's all about the saliva theory. everyone has his or her own way of speaking, singing, dancing, and thinking. we have our body parts and our organs that move to our own

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there was news of a tsunami hitting the coast of a big island in the pacific. i was told, and a series of earthquakes too. tsunami. i can't bring out any other image when i read, see or hear tsunami. it terrifies me. its sound as you try to speak it sends a sort of gnashing mortification of a population. the image of a giant fish, a big mouth with really sharp glass-like teeth, gnashing and

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it was somehow both reassuring and liberating when he received messages one night from her. that in teasing ways she signified that there were no chains or attachments yet, and in tender reassurances that there was a longing and fondness for mutual companionship. it appeared that he was almost married to an ideal and a principle, and she was simply free to fit in and fill in the almost part. but

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"an octopus ride awaits the wide multi-tasker," said a little shrimp in the face of a dedicated full team of zapping jellyfish coming its way.

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it was a delicate hush as she spoke in whispers, "it is time. you have to let me go. it's time for me to cross." i could not manage a word, even a whimper, my hands clutched at hers, resisting any weakness of letting go. "someday you will understand the way of our lives, not today but someday, you too will learn to leave and let go. live for me. live for us." and the wind blew away what remained

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deceiving movie poster. hilarious moments. dragging moments. quite straightforward.

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