Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Tommy and I

You will not believe this story. Until now, I am still reeling from the surprise I got. Just now, my bebe gave me a watch. A Tommy Hilfiger, for crying out loud!

It's black and has a hypoallergenic strap. I'm acidic and prone to allergic skin reactions, i.e. I develop rashes easily. My bebe knew. How thoughtful!

Funny how life gives you back what you so generously gave in the past. Hahaha!

So meet my new friend, Tommy, who will mark the passing of time and help chronicle the changes in my life henceforth.


  1. So... so... and how is piper taking it? the fact how the gods seem to favor your lovelife... ei, piper... see... it takes just a bit of faith... hehehe!

    may Tommy keep you reminded how essential quality time is for you and your partner...

    again, MABUHAY ANG MAY JOWA! hehehe!

  2. i decided to just emit positive frequency to the universe. so here goes:
    Yey! Glen! Mabuhay ka! Happy happy happy for you!

    actually, sale ang tommy watches sa glorietta sabi ni paige. tsaka kung makangiti naman sa picture, parang kiniiliti. O.A.!


  3. well, piper... sale o hindi it was well worth the thought and the effort... and yes, kilig ako. wahooooo!!!

    prue, i love you. mwah!

  4. hahaha... and piper is speaking for her name... the brat that she is... hahaha!

  5. hay naku, busy lang ako ha kaya di ko namalayan ang lahat...
    at di ako makasali sa exchange of comments niyo!

    leo, the CRV is up for grabs! hahaha! right piper?


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The Chronicler's Creed

Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be.


Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de invierno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.

And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I do not know, I do not know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

- An excerpt from LA POESÍA (Poetry) by Pablo Neruda