It's unsheathed. Bite the dust.

Yipeeeeeeeee!

I'm leaving blogspot...


new site:

http://lunar-fly.livejournal.com

posted by Micah Angelie B. Lima @ 6:03 PM 1 comments

Sumakay ako sa jeepney...

posted by Micah Angelie B. Lima @ 4:38 PM 0 comments

I saw it green.

...Hiding










in green,

posted by Micah Angelie B. Lima @ 3:54 PM 0 comments

Kwento entry...

Kwento entry...

Eto ay isang nak-nak post. Kung ano ang nak-nak... hindi ko alam.

Ay teka etoh...

Nak-nak: Natatanggal na makunat na balat.

...Hindi ko sure.

Napagtanto ko na ang iba kong entries ay hindi naman binabasa dahil "seryoso", english o ma-chuva.Dinadaanan lang ang blog ko at isinasantabi ang entries ng karamihan. Naisip ko lang, dahil ang ibang blog pag-mahaba at may specific topic at english na hindi kwento.... hindi ko masyado binabasa, baka ganun din sakin yung iba.

Kaya magkukwento nalang ako ngayon!

*May nagsabi na maputla ako, at ako'y na-bother. Tumingin sa slamin at nagtanong... "Maputla ba ako?"

*May wirdong lalake sa jeep. Nagmistulang nag-eexercise daw siya kung kaya kinantahan siya ni o nila John John ng "Mag-exercise tayo tuwing umaga."

Hindi ko nakita yung manong mag-"exercise" dahil naghahanap ako ng mga fafa sa gilid-gilid ng kalsada habang nasa loob ng jeep, pero inisip ko na may pagnanasa siya (ang manong) saken nag lumipat siya sa katapat na upuan para magbayad. At tinitignan niya ako. Nakuuuuuuu.

Ah basta, naghanap ako ng fafalets.

*Hindi kame "against all odds" ngayon. Kahapon kase, nag-tricycle kame mula Katipunan hanggang Diliman, tapos yung tricycle eh ang daan, against sa tamang direksyon ng high-way. Notorious. Grabeh. Patintero.

*Pakiramdam ko na naman, iba-iba ang itsura ko sa isang araw. Siguro nakaka limang mukha ako. Depende sa salamin, sa mood o lighting.

Kaya minsan, kumakain ako ng chocolates para maganda ang feeling. Mas mataas ang level ng endorphins, mas masaya, mas hindi derogatory ang tingin sa sarili.

*Merong pusa na nangangapitbahay samen. Siya ay si Baby Bam. Kanina ko lang siya tinawag at feeling ko na-gets niya.

Si Baby Bam ay itim at paligid lidgid sa likod bahay. Takot ako sa kanya noon ata dahil feeling ko kampon siya ng kadiliman. At isang gabi, hindi ako makapag CR ng maayos dahil ginulat niya ko. Ang CR kasi namin ay nasa-likod ng bahay. Si Baby Bam ay biglang sumulpot at, wala, naduwag nako. Pero siguro, medyo friends na kameh. Hindi narin siya takot saken. At buntis
ata siya, kaya nilalapitan niya ko, nagagandahan saken, ayun pinaglilihihan ako.

*Nagpunta kame nila Karina at Gian sa FUNdamentals. Meron dung underwater radio.

Nyaaaaaaaak! Sino ba naman ang maglulublob sa tubig para
lang makinig ng music?

Pero baka ang purpose nia eh... para sa mga feel na feel ang tubig, bawat lubog, may maririnig sila.

Pero let's say, hindi yun kasali sa option bilang purpose nung radio...

Pare 1: Lika 'tol, makinig tayo ng radio underwater using my Underwater Radio!

Parang... ngaaak. Shokoy ka na pag labas mo.

*Gusto ko ng bagong Friendster photo, kaso wala. Mukha akong palaka. Naiisip ko tuloy sila Rina at Gabby!
Maraming moments ang nagiging gates for Photo Opportunities!

posted by Micah Angelie B. Lima @ 5:43 PM 0 comments

Tatumpapum.

I laugh more often these days, and I react with less affectation.

***

Leaving is a tailed mastodon and whenever it slides on your skin, causes sudden changes on how you see the ideas you hold on to. For a while, you're this someone who creates all the possible creases on your forehead because of hatred and annoyance, but when the fact that the object of your wrath is leaving, your eyes literally begin to fail seeing what's in front of you, and inside, you're this confused and guilty somebody, disoriented and soft. Extra nice.

***

Today seems extra hot. It's not good.

***

There are great things disposed by other stuff that smother the eyes and ears with obsolete flowers and gold.

Only those who undress see.

Undressing is an art. Not all people get the act of slithering the senses, in all ways, to make bare what hides in between verses, notes, and pictures.

***

I really am happy!

***

Nakakapaso ang init ng araw. Nagtatago sa ilalim ng balat. Tapos, kung maglublob ka man sa tubig...

Pwedeng may sunburn pa rin sa huli.

Kahit ganyan yan, may metaphor! Haha!

Hmmmmm...

***

Hidden agenda. Tatumpapumkumkum. Disorder. Tatumpapum.

posted by Micah Angelie B. Lima @ 2:54 PM 0 comments

Because it's hot and I was pissed for a while.

The heat elevates the existence of my pores. It is overly effortless to bug down people. Currently, my sister is spending grueling moments against the wrath of summer to get herself to sleep by consuming doubled fan electric power (she has two fans pointed at her plus the exhaust working to keept the heat out).

As I was walking up the stairs of the overpass that has always been my means of getting thru from domestication, I actually thought of the Ozone Layer and how much a big trouble it would be if its situation gets worse. This is so Girl Scouty, so I'll shrug the Ozone idea off, but let's save the earth. Really.

I just thought, maybe heat really has to do something about the non stop swooning of Filipinos over chismis, without actually passing out. Jose Rizal had a quite absurd idea for a guy like him about Pinoy. He wrote that Filipinos tend to slug because of the heat. It is a disease but does not really make a Filipino, a Filipino. If you go to our place, you'll see on one facade, "Kung maraming lasinggero sa mundo, mas maraming chismosa." Subconsciously, maybe they do the rattle-tattle for the same reason why dogs keep on sticking out their tongues and why we slug off; it's hot. -Better get the heat out from the mouth. That was stupid, pardon. I'll stop relating the Filipinos to dogs and heat with chismis. I'll just stick to chismis.

I've read an article that said something about lots of Pinoys trying hard to make themselves fit on the places for socialites, e.g. Rockwell, Podium, etc. A point was made that we do that because we are aware of what we are and how we are, and we feel the need to escape from the pricks of our reality. The same with chismis.

If we look at it closely, there is really no big deal for us if Philip Salvador is condemned for Estafa, or if Heart Evangelista is pregnant. Like, who can really care that isn't related to any of them? We just like the fact that hey, someone else is damned aside from us. We know of our troubles and chismis, non-showbiz or not, is our leeway to get someworldelse.

Isn't it pathetic to find lots of shows with Showbiz Buzz? We are fed by our demons and more as we try to get away from it.

The exacerbated issues on TV tend to make me feel like the world is superficial sometimes. On TV, things are magnified. It's like powered by voodoo in a way. There are really big issues out here that doesn't involve people that go out when there is really nothing wrong with it, not on TV that turn cat fights into the talk of the town. Maybe, TV shows send invisible Weed (druggie) waves that make it utterly addictive and stupefying, except for the informative ones.
Honestly, stupid is funny, but that doesn't mean it's good. We are pathetic. Tsk tsk. Haha!

posted by Micah Angelie B. Lima @ 11:24 PM 0 comments

I just want a new blog entry.

"Tonight is right for love..

The rain is falling and Jay Leno is on

Let's turn down the lights, turn up the volume and go crazy.

I'll touch your body and soul..

And change your shadows with remote control

Cos tonight is right for love.."

-South Park.

This would do for a perfect song over a candlelit dinner. Let's get groovy!

A man laughed at me for dancing out of the blue in the department store yesterday. It was Madonna singing, dude! I wasn't even sure that it was obvious. I couldn't feel my body moving right.

Currently, I'm avoiding seeing PBB Teens on TV. -Gravely affected, ahaha!

posted by Micah Angelie B. Lima @ 7:12 PM 2 comments