Silly Moments:::Words

Words, they connect us, but are they strong enough?

*maoy mode*

Reflection:::If ife has no backspace

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yawyawsako:karong adlawa

pagnaog nako sa shuttle, i swear, paghangad nako sa langit, nakit-an nako ang buwan nga gisud sa bituon. it is a cloud forming a star nga gitrap ang buwan sa tunga. kayasa, i just thought, naa gyod diay miracle! kamabaw ni jona :) another miracle: gikan ko sa SM kay naglaruylaroy sa natio, booksale and powerbooks (napandol pa gani ko padong sa powerbooks. atay. ) kay nangita ko sa Salmon ni Eco (nga wa gyod nako nakit-an! gisud-an na tingali to sa uban!) niya lakaw gikan sa sm padong sa st. joseph church kay adto ko sakay ug jeep. milagro gyod kay way jeep ang pikas lane. niya abot dayon ang ambulance nga murag nakiglumba ni kamatayan. sa pag-agi gyod sa ambulance sa akong atubangan, bantang gyod ko kaayo sa church. death, life, and hope were there at the "very place" of the moment. Miracle! pagsakay nako, sa first block palang sa may bilyaran. nagbangga ang awto og motor. ingon ang drayber, sala sa kotse kay ningkalit og liko. mao ba? para nako, way sad-an. way sa ang panahon, way sa ang drayber, mas labaw ng way sa kotse. wa sa ang motor. way sa sad ang Ginoo. way sa ang tanan. it is just miracle! ganihang buntag, it's a miracle nga wa ko nalate nga wa man ko kasakay sa shuttle. bisag nagtaxi pako padung sa Caltex dapit sa natio fuente wa jud ko kabot. haruhay pa kaayo ko nakigtabi kang manong nga parehas nako nagbagulbol kay nasuya sa U.S. election. may alamag to si manong—while i used obama crossed the difference of colors, he used racial discrimation. kahibaw pa siya nga kaniadto di pwede ang mga blacks sa restaurant sa mga puti. ana pako niya pagnaog, nice talking to you, kya. niya, i thought naa pay shuttle. niya wa man. nag-uwan pa gyod. taxi nasad. and it's a miracle. naabot ko sa office—8:59AM.

Ranting:::Hoping There Is a McCain and a Clinton Here in Pinas

Mr. McCain said he was ready to help Mr. Obama work through difficult times.

“This is a historic election, and I recognize the significance it has for African-Americans and for the special pride that must be theirs tonight,” Mr. McCain said, adding, “We both realize that we have come a long way from the injustices that once stained our nation’s reputation.”

Mrs. Clinton urged her supporters to campaign for Obama when she was defeated by Obama in the voters' survey.

Why don't we have these people here?

And why do their election polls end in just a day and no major nuances afterward?
















Barack Obama: The 44th U.S. President

Quoting:::Michael Clayton

The lami introduction:

Arthur Edens: Michael. Dear Michael. Of course it's you, who else could they send, who else could be trusted? I... I know it's a long way and you're ready to go to work... all I'm saying is wait, just wait, just-just-just... please hear me out because this is not an episode, relapse, fuck-up, it's... I'm begging you Michael. I'm begging you. Try and make believe this is not just madness because this is not just madness. Two weeks ago I came out of the building, okay, I'm running across Sixth Avenue, there's a car waiting, I got exactly 38 minutes to get to the airport and I'm dictating. There's this, this panicked associate sprinting along beside me, scribbling in a notepad, and suddenly she starts screaming, and I realize we're standing in the middle of the street, the light's changed, there's this wall of traffic, serious traffic speeding towards us, and I... I-I freeze, I can't move, and I'm suddenly consumed with the overwhelming sensation that I'm covered with some sort of film. It's in my hair, my face... it's like a glaze... like a... a coating, and... at first I thought, oh my god, I know what this is, this is some sort of amniotic - embryonic - fluid. I'm drenched in afterbirth, I've-I've breached the chrysalis, I've been reborn. But then the traffic, the stampede, the cars, the trucks, the horns, the screaming and I'm thinking no-no-no-no, reset, this is not rebirth, this is some kind of giddy illusion of renewal that happens in the final moment before death. And then I realize no-no-no, this is completely wrong because I look back at the building and I had the most stunning moment of clarity. I... I... I... I realized Michael, that I had emerged not from the doors of Kenner, Bach, and Ledeen, not through the portals of our vast and powerful law firm, but from the asshole of an organism whose sole function is to excrete the... the-the-the poison, the ammo, the defoliant necessary for other, larger, more powerful organisms to destroy the miracle of humanity. And that I had been coated in this patina of shit for the best part of my life. The stench of it and the stain of it would in all likelihood take the rest of my life to undo. And you know what I did? I took a deep cleansing breath and I set that notion aside. I tabled it. I said to myself as clear as this may be, as potent a feeling as this is, as true a thing as I believe that I have witnessed today, it must wait. It must stand the test of time. And Michael, the time is now.

The lami conversation:
Michael Clayton: You are the senior litigating partner of one of the largest, most respected law firms in the world. You are a legend.
Arthur Edens: I'm an accomplice!
Michael Clayton: You're a manic-depressive!
Arthur Edens: I am Shiva, the god of death.


The lami solo:
Michael Clayton: There's no play here. There's no angle. There's no champagne room. I'm not a miracle worker, I'm a janitor. The math on this is simple. The smaller the mess the easier it is for me to clean up.

Quoting:::The Hours

Laura Brown: It would be wonderful to say you regretted it. It would be easy. But what does it mean? What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. There it is. No one's going to forgive me. It was death. I chose life.









Virginia Woolf: Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.





Clarissa Vaughn: I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.









Virginia Woolf: You cannot find peace by avoiding life, Leonard.















Richard Brown: But I still have to face the hours, don't I? I mean, the hours after the party, and the hours after that...