I have a teensy little question, is this a generation thing? Always wanting to know what to do, what this job is for, why we cross paths with all sorts of people---what all these small, insignificant baby steps eventually lead to ( Read more... )

Restricted to highschool friends only.

Let it be known that bleu_director is alive and kicking, that I will pull bleu out of the dust and force it to stand on its own feet after a decade of inactivity. Of course I refer to the public face of bleu because I always did update you, except for private eyes only ( Read more... )

Another ordinary morning here at the office. I just finished eating breakfast (2 pandesals with guava jam from Fred) and am waiting for the rest of the floor to get settled before I put my working cap on. Today, I will put that evaluation form to good use and finally sort out all the advertising proposals we receive and will also start working on ( Read more... )

It is such a pleasant surprise to be greeted this morning by LJ updates from dear old friends, considering how stale my own account been for the past year or so. To you, Bleu, I apologize for the cobwebs and rusty entries--I agree Monloy, I love the steady stream of fresh entries from everyone and I hope to read more for twenty-eleven ( Read more... )

October knocks on the door and signals the last quarter of the year as the BER season approaches quickly. Things have changed, people have peeped in and stormed out--things are moving by so swiftly, it takes me longer than usual to recall what just zoomed by over the past few days ( Read more... )

When you're looking at life through the same lens each day, it's easy to negate the good. But sometimes, a compilation of the smallest, most everyday kind gestures can sing words unsaid.

Ever after

Bear the tragedies of tongue,
hide in the labyrinth of expression.
Labor through the joy of two,
but things change between me and you.

Fill in the lonesome space
Don’t leave the seconds behind
Take a peek at the swirling blue,
Is it still the same stretch over me and you?

Through the looking-glassMull things sprawled over an ( Read more... )

Not that I'm racist (because I'm really not) but I am not Russian, Slovakian or Ukrainian (see how I didn't bother to acknowledge how different each country is?). I mean, they're an awesome race, I figure since they win the Olympics games ever so often, right? And they're--the creators of vodka ( Read more... )

Can I tell you a secret?

I want to write. Like, seriously write. For serious, for certain, for sure ( Read more... )

It's the beginning of the extended weekend. Today is Quezon city Day, tomorrow afternoon classes are suspended for ACLE (the alternative class learning experience where orgs invite speakers and people pretend to be interested) and on Friday, it's Ninoy Aquino day. I have a chance to fill up myself with happy fizz but I am opting to be una bien ( Read more... )