Written Contusions

Sometime last Feb, a Goodah!!! branch opened up near my place and eversince I saw it, I had a foolish and inordinate desire to eat there. I guess it got the best of me so one Wed morning, I just woke up, got dressed and up and left to go to Goodah!!!.

Since they had to cook the food I ordered, I had to amuse myself so instead of staring at a couple on the opposite side of the place, I took pictures of the place and this photo came out nicely. Initially, it was in color but it didn't have the appeal that I was looking for so I reshot the scene under a sepia filter and voila, here it is!

The last person who massaged me died.

Somehow, for some crazy, twisted reason I have, I blame myself partly for Muller's death. Perhaps, if things haven't happened that way on that fateful Saturday, he was still alive.

That Saturday, my shoulders and back were aching from stress. All my muscles were tight. My back felt like it was about to snap and my shoulders felt a pull that I could describe as wanting to fold me in half. In addition to that, I was not feeling emotionally well that day.

I've always told my friends that I am an emotional vampire and I could suck a person's energy, like a vampire, only I suck emotional and psychic energy rather than blood.

In retrospect, perhaps I drained him of his last remaining energy resisting his impending heart attack.

What if I did not ask him to massage me?

Would he still be alive?

We've been friends for a long time now. From what I could recall, I met her when I was in my second year of college. That was 2001 then. We shared a whole lot and we instantly became friends. At that time, she was reading tarot cards for me and I treassured her advice.

We were both poetry writers at the school literary folio. After that though, she found her niche writing prose instead from what I can say, she does it well and good. And what a good segway to put in her link here on this post.

Featuring Kate: Walks Around the Village, a blog full of interesting shorts about random pictures she finds. Kudos Kate!

Since I don't have any post of my own, I'd like to post one song I heard that has poetry in it. Actually, all her songs have poetry in it but here it is... Bethlehem by Paula Cole

Bethlehem by Paula Cole

Pulling on the apron strings looking up
Standing on the chair to be grown up
I feel so little, I need my pillow
I hate the time, I hate the clock
I want to be a dog or I want to be a rock

Sunday's pancakes Miss Mary Mack
Color Polariods show my heart attack
In my second-hand pants and dusty shoes
The day that the playground laughed at my shoes
It's my birthday next week and what I want please
Is to turn on the heat so the fish won't freeze
The fish in the tank froze and died last week
Oh I want to be a dog or I want to be a leaf

Quarry miners, fishermen
In my town of Bethlehem
Picket fences, church at ten
No star above my Bethlehem

Now I'm only 16 and I think I have an ulcer
I'm hiding my sex behind a dirty sweatshirt
I've lost five pounds these past few days
Trying to be class president and get straight A's, well,
Who gives a shit about that anyway?
I want to be a dog or a lump of clay

Chorus

Still I'm tired of standing still
Tired of living - still
Everyday I dream of leaving

Everybody's talking about Becky's bust
The boys on the basketball team just fuck
The same ten girls, who don't know who they are
They're looking for some comfort in the back of a car
The six-packs of beer, the locker room jeers
I don't want to be me, I don't want to be here

Chorus

Red brick schoolhouse, dead end dirt roads, daffodils
No star above my Bethlehem

I want to be a dog or I want to be a rock
I don't want to be me, I don't want to be here

While at work, I received the most bothering and shocking of all news I will ever get this week. This would really ace the list, though at the moment of discovery, the date was only May 5th, 2008, a Monday.

Last Thursday's result night of American Idol featured Natasha Bedingfield with a song I just heard that night called Pocket Full of Sunshine.

Naturally, since she is one of my favorite artists, I'm here to publish the video I found of Pocket Full of Sunshine. I found a flash version of the video and this is the first time I'm posting a video that did not come from youtube so I don't exactly know if this will display on every body's computer but hey, here it is. This is so brilliant!




For more music and information about Natasha Bedingfield, you could log on to her official website, natashabedingfield.com.

My inkwell is dry. I haven't written any poetry for so long now. I cannot even retrieve my old poems unless I dig through a very thick pile of dust.

Although that is the case, I will just share a thought:

"Hindi lang iisa ang lasa ng sarap!"

Oh no! When I woke up today, the glitch was still there.

Thank God the glitch is now ok. No more comments from me now. Just a sigh of relief.

I don't really know why there is a difference between http://www.talesofthewaywardtraveler.blogspot.com and http://talesofthewaywardtraveler.blogspot.com but if you click on these 2 links, you will find out something as I have just recently found out. This kinda alleviated one of my biggest nightmares w/c is to start over on a different site because I like blogger. It's so convenient. Oh well.

So OK, pls just update your urls back to this blog. Thanks!

Reinvention means to recreate one thing from a pre-existing object; not entirely the same, not radically different; as always, should be better than the latest.

Rchrdlee is all about reinventing his weblog but has tired of making different ones whenever he got to doing a new blog skin. He has about 10 blogs but most of them died already because part of Chad also died long ago. Practically, this blog is all about blogskins but essentially, this is to help in evolving not only as a web developer but also as a person.

A dear friend, Rob, gasped when he heard of the creation of a new blog yet again. The fear of change should not be welcomed, nor criticism that could hurt. This is to welcome change and to embrace it head on. This is also an attempt to hold on to old memories; some were already lost in the hustle and bustle of remembering usernames, passwords and email addresses for password retrieval.

It's just a shame that to gain some, we lose some.

This is also a facet of the ever-changing Richard. A lighter one; less guarded; less dark and heavy; but to some extent, this is also an anti-septic version (for lack of a better word). Less philosophical than who Rchrd really is.

Nevertheless, there is always change, just hope it's for the better.

its been so long since I last burbled here in my stream of thoughts. I am still wallowing in my own thoughts. drowning in confusion.

I've been monitoring my site for the last 12hrs and I still can't see my posts. I'm getting aggravated.　Ｉ　ｄｏｎｔ　ｋｎｏｗ　ｗｈａｔ　ｔｏ　ｄｏ　ａｎｙｍｏｒｅ．

There is something terribly wrong with my blog. I am not able to see my latest posts!

I saw the Exorcism of Emily Rose tonight. It gives me the creeps with all the hair on my back standing on end. It made me think a lot about the dark side again. Nothing much to tell about it though.

On a heavier note, I saw Discovery's Inside and it featured the Tennessee State Penitentiary for women. There's a part there that made me say, " Damn! Talk about a double edge blade! " This is the toughest catch 21 I've ever encountered.

The show featured a mother-and-daughter in-mate. The mom was going free earlier than her daughter. The problem is, the mom is sick and might just die before her daughter is set free.

Then, there's this woman who broke a parole duty. In her defense, she said she had to attend to her mom in Texas who had an injury: the elevator the mom was riding fell 4 floors. Since she rushed to her mom's side, she failed to inform her parole officer. That's why she went in again. Catch? She just found out 3 days ago, she is pregnant.

Here's the thing that will take the whole cake. Freedom is about choices. Here, an inmate was sentenced to death but the state of Tennessee banned electrocution. Good thing? You spoke too soon. Now, she has to decide if she wants to be executed using lethal injection or still go through the electric chair shebang!

So here I am contemplating about the sadness that we call the human condition.

Indeed, hell is here on earth. It's the devil's playground. And I am left with my mouth gaping open.

Today I learned that I can do speech recognition on my computer. This is so fun but I feel like I'm an idiot. This entire entry has been written using speech recognition. Dictating to the computer needs a lot of getting used to. It's kinda hard but then enjoying.

This pendant is due for a major cleaning.

My officemate JC asked me if I could scan this so he can have a design made for him to get this tattooed on his skin. My wiccan friends also compliment me whenever they see this around my neck.

I find that this pendant was really meant to be mine. There is actually a story behind this pendant.

One morning, as I was off to work, I felt a sudden attack of melancholy. I was sad all day, unresponsive. I didn't even pay close attention to what I was doing at work. I got easily irritated. Then, I was working as a recruitment associate for a big call center in Makati. I had to interview aspiring customer service agents and assess their communicatio skills and also check if they had enough smarts to talk to customers. I never thought that the simples question, "Can you tell me about yourself?" could actually spark so much disdain in me, depending on the answer. Hahaha!

Anyway, the point is all day, I was so messed up. When we got off from work, my friend Reva asked me how I planned to get home. I said I don't know and she asked if I could walk with her to Glorietta where she is meeting a friend. I said yes.

As we were walking in the mall, I saw this pendant and said I had to buy that. I didn't have much cash with me at that time so I decided against it. Reva's friend texted her and we went to meet her friend and we parted ways. Then, this mania came over me to go to all my bank's atms and withdrew all my money. The ending is, I bought the pendant anyway and it made my day.

It changed my mood from then on. So anytime I felt sad, I just hold my pendant between my fingers and remind myself how it changed my mood then.

created Tuesday, ‎January ‎01, ‎2008, ‏‎7:54:20 AM
taken using my Nokia 6131 phone with 1.3 MP resolution