The Happy Hobo.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Uphill.

The Janeewhoops pose in Hungduan, Ifugao. | Photo by JC Senas
Always have a soft spot for Ifugao. It never, ever fails to amaze me. Too mystical and beautiful. It always feels good to be back in the terraces.

Hungduan Climbathon 2011
Hungduan, Ifugao
April 15-16, 2011

Zen.

Comfort zones and unpopped queries. | Talamahi Resort, Lian, Batangas | Photo by Paeped

Clocking in at 12:17am, a long list of living for a fee still left undone--thoughts, deep thoughts, couldn't help but wander. The past few have been amazing. My comfort zones and connections, dotting down the lines; invisible lines slowly getting them paths right. Uncertainties and unspoken questions and sunsets. Sunsets. Waiting, waiting. But moving. Sensing one another, from the space between. This is playing with my lunacy, help me.

Just like the sunset and stars on a bright sky, some things are worth the wait. And I think I'm ready--positive about this. Way positive about this.

Thursday, April 07, 2011

4:18am.

Super duperrrrrrrrrr tired, and guess what, summer's betting on loads of break-outs. The thing I loathe about summer.

Still finishing gigs up until 4:16am, not yet done, I'm doomed. Rushing things. Joyride in a few. Bantayan, can't wait!!!!

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

8:50am.

I've been a morning person since the start of 2011. This is pretty cool. The beams and my morning sunshine; soft, cool cloth rubbing onto my skin, and my dream catcher tickling my toes as of the mo. Good morning, world. You've been lovely the past few. I kiss you. :)

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

9:47pm.

The Bird and the Bee on loop. Something tells me I'm into something good. ;)

Monday, April 04, 2011

Crashing down the road.

Up at 4:26 in the morning,
waiting for the crack of dawn, as I write.
I write of simple things,
of how the morning brew gets me or them little thoughts which I remember so vivid,
Silent connections,
and lyrics
from faraway,
it's hitting the right spot,
just in case you didn't know.
Open ended,
words unspoken, silent woes,
I'm not ending this, not at all.
Let's walk down the park, shall we?

Sunday, April 03, 2011

A moment.

Riding the waves, afloat and on a high, and playing it by ear.