Up and About:Holy Week Special

Holy Friday in Dumsville is sepia.

Although the rituals here are, oh so alien to me, i still felt the solemnity of the moment as the townsfolk marched the streets with candles and their saints in tow.

The night was auspicious, undeniably. So a scrambled for my camera which i apparently left in my other man-purse (yes, i have a man purse and yes, it does make me gayer, but i couldn't care less...). So i settled with my uber awesome Samsung QWERTY phone with an ok-ish camera.

I got to take these pictures (yay!!!) of the "Stations of the Cross Procession" in Dumaguete city.

Copyright on all the pics yes?

Just Another Truth

Whether you believe it or not, the truth is, the awesomest people out there are playing on my team...

DAY DREAMING

Day Dreaming by insane chemist



The sound of a drill bellowing two floors down, the cool morning breeze caressing my barely awake face, the sunlight – sweet sunlight, against her creamy, pale cheeks, gave me a sense of ease – of comfort.
I watched as her hair fell down her perfectly slender back. I sat there in awe of the goddess seated right in front of me – facing the same board as I was, listening to the same math teacher’s voice as I was.
I felt as if we were connected – related by the minute sameness of the things going on in her moment and in mine.
The drill gave a burst of shrieks; it must have broken down. The class went into a flurry of chit chatters and she turned to me and smiled; a smile unsurpassable in beauty. She beckoned me to lean forward. I did so without hesitation. She asked if I had gotten the hang of translating equations. I said I’ve mastered it last night.
“So you did study.” She said with that smile on her face which seemed to melt away every bad thing in sight. “I studied only because you made me.” I said while smiling the brightest smile I could have mustered. She giggled and a pink blush appeared across her nose.
She didn’t say anything after that, nor did I. We just sort of stared at each other. Smiling.
The teacher saw me drawn too far from my seat. He shot me an accusing look. I jerked back to my seat mechanically; as if that wasn’t the first time I’ve been caught doing that.
She looked at me for the last time and she winked. I returned the gesture biting my lower lip. She almost laughed out loud. I drowned myself in her giggles and laughter.
But the laughter became louder and louder and I felt someone poking me.
I almost jumped out of my seat. I woke up and everyone was giggling and pointing at me. “Sleeping again Mr. Credo?” My Math teacher gave me a stern look.
The bell rang – saved by the bell. Everyone left, including her; my goddess, my soul mate. She left as if not even knowing I existed.
A mental note to self: The mind plays the cruelest tricks in Math class.

Odd Farewell

--- arms in self-embrace

she stands, motionless... serene.

--- lips locked, eyes-teary

he walks - surely - towards her

--- eyes sharp

she breaks here nothing, and turns her back to the approaching figure..

:: stop ::

--- hand folded, eyes wiped dry...

he bids her farewell...

::soft light bounces on their faces::

--- shaking body, bloodshot eyes, ghostly complexion...

she rushes to the man hit by the truck

--- dying

he says, i love you...

--- sobbing she said

i should have let you come

--- with a smirk, he uttered in a low, barely audible, whisper...

but then... if i had, you would have never loved me as much as you do right now.