Waaahhhh! Summer's coming and I badly need a job. Dya' know anyone who I can work for?





I'll do anything, well strike that. I'll do anything decent like ehrm..serving donuts or designing for someone. I'd offer to scrub floors but then I'd probably dirty it up a second after I clean it.





Teehee..Gggrrrrrr...Help! Mayday!Mayday!

Labày lang,
Di bitaw ni ako ang dalan

Tamaki lang,
Pagkatawo ra bitaw nako imong gitamakan

Palayo lang,
Di ra bitaw ikaw ang gibahuan.

Tanawa lang,
Bisan unsaon wa ra bitaw giyapon kay makitan

Kaluoy lang,
Abot ra man kaha kaluoy imong mabati

Kahadlok lang,
Kupti’g maayo para di masnat-san

Panlabay lang,
Katulgan ra bitaw nako imong gilabayan

Panghasi lang,
Di bitaw ko kasabot kung Inglis-Inglisan

Di ta mag-plastikan. Di ta magbinuotan
kung wa man diay ka kasabot sa akong gi-agian

Ila-ilaha sad ko. Wa ko nangayo ug tabang.
Ang ako lang ilha ko nga tawo masayran.

Tanawa ko ilalom sa mga hugaw ug
kalisuran.

Ako ni, ang kadaadlaw nimong gilabyan.





I am writing on a stream of consciousness right now, free flowing and with no avail of stopping. This is one of the best experiences a writer could ever have--writing, writing without sense but writing nonetheless. Somewhere in my subconscious lies a story to be told. I'm itching to start a new one but it hasn't fully formed yet. I'm so engrossed with my documentary right now that even in my sleep, I breathe of the streets--vomit and oranges combined in one pungent scent that I neither like nor dislike anymore. Somehow I realized that there are more things in life to be prioritized than the details of the likes and dislikes.

It's been three weeks since I've started working with street children, playing with them, selling things on the street, having small laughs with vendors. Looking at it through a different point, the whole thing is surreal. I will never experience one like it again.

Someday I will tell their story-the right way, without prejudice and narrow mindedness holding me back.

Now, I just have to tell mine.

Been reading Lewis Carrol's Alice in Wonderland 5 times consecutively. I don't know. There's something about it that speaks to me. 'There's no use going back to yesterday. I was a different person then.'

Alice should've been me or I should've been Alice and Wonderland should've been here. That way, the children that I've met would only have to worry about tea parties and painting roses with cards rather than getting run over and raped on sidewalks.

It's a sick world. And Wonderland should've had a road map.