Dear inGlorious Mrs. A

Dear inGlorious Mrs. A,

I shall be blunt and not call you President; or worse, Madame, your honour, excellency, or whatever that builds your ego.

I would not call you MY president because MY president is a leader who emulates his/her maker--Christ. You are a hypocrite. If you were in the sermon on the mount, and Jesus gave 5000 loaves of bread, you would probably have taken the 4999, and leave the last one with Christ, for you are not greedy at all. You would probably do this out of pity, as he has nothing to eat, so you give him a slice. Because I'm sure, you are a God-fearing woman. Perhaps not now, not while you're still in power, not while you are still alive; You will fear death when it is near, but after you have lived your lavish life of entitlement. Perhaps when you're one hundred and seventy-eight. God only takes his children home when they are good. And you dear GM-A, are not. Have you not learned anything from kindergarden?

MY president shares this last bread for supper, even if he/she were that hungry, from a whole day of working and preaching under the sun, knowing that another one is hungrier.

Because MY president should be someone who will walk with me and help my carry my cross; not one who would pay someone to carry my cross for me, or worse, have me silenced for wailing too much.

Oh dear president, you, are not that greedy at all.

Dear Persons In My Head

Dear Persons in My Head,

You are my only friends.

Talk to me. Talk to me.

Talk to me please.

As we please.

Consciously Unconscious

I don't know, but I feel like I was dropped by my body off the cliff and landed on the foot of the mountain. I'm hovering around my skin in my astral state.

Right now, nobody commands my ship.

I need to get out of this dementia;

Back. Back. Back.

Untitled #09 Alcohol

09.07.25
Mogwai Cinematheque / ASEUM09

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Perhaps the first thought came when the door was opened and this light just came crashing to this red wallpaper and just shone enough for me to snap my fingers.

Date Setting

I'm setting the dates.

I am already doing my projekts NOW!!!!! PROJEKTS. PROJEKTS! xxxxxx! yyyyyyyyy! zzzzzzzzzz! NOW!!!!!!

I am going to Batanes on February 2010. I am in Batanes on February 2010.

I am going to Iligan on April 2010. I am in Iligan on April 2010.

I am going to Marawi on April 2010. I am in Marawi on April 2010.

Faux Tat

IF I had a tattoo, I would be Guy Pearce's Leonard in Memento. And since I'm very forgetful, I forget how to take really really 'awe some' photos, every single time.

Gould-en _Time Leaps

15 Jul 09

Around this time last year, I was in a not-so-packed movie house (or was it), watching an anime, The Girl Who Leapt Through Time. I think it was the only anime with a serious theme. And when I say serious, this should be dramatic love stories of Asian sagas, plus more. I would have cried more because of the soundtrack. I couldn't remember if the lead girl, Makoto was the one playing the piano, or as if she was playing Bach's variations, which was oh so moving, and very apt to theme.

Hence, which leads me to post one of the most expressive pianists in history playing, well, JS Bach's Variations.

Glen Gould
Goldberg Variations 1-7