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i marvel at how
the light from the lamppost
casts shadow
upon your face,
how your eyes
get cloaked
and your cheeks become pools
of orange and gray.

midnights and
distant murmurs
of words unspoken
lead us on
as the world sleeps
while we parry and walk
upon pavements cold
and aglimmer.

i marvel at how
content i have become
in this silence
our silence
enveloped by the shy
glow from the lamppost,
in this transience and
sporadic shimmer

woven in the night
gone come dawn.

Bye, Phantom in Manila and Bona!

Unless a miracle happens, looks like I wouldn't be able to re-watch The Phantom of the Opera at the CCP again. It makes me unbelievably sad because I have not been able to make the most out of the show we saw. True, we got really really great seats, but we were clueless about the stage door procedures so we were never able to meet the amazing cast after the show. And Jonathan Roxmouth (the Phantom) seems like a really great person, so gracious with fans both in person and online. I wish I was able to take a picture with/of him, as well as the rest of the cast.

Furthermore, my friends and I weren't able to watch PETA's Bona, too. We are unfortunately too preoccupied and penniless currently.  I truly wished to see the play featuring Eugene Domingo in the remake of one of Nora Aunor's acclaimed films. I could only hope it will be re-staged.

So much to see, but so little time and money. Oh, woe to us! XD

Gendrya at work

Last September 30, I wrote in a note on my phone that all I could think of for almost a week now (back then) were the A Song of Ice and Fire characters Arya Stark and Gendry Waters and that I couldn't even be bothered by the fact that I was about to start at my first full-time job on the next day. Complete with keyboard smashing, I wrote that after smiling and sighing and silently squealing the whole day. My jaws seriously began to ache from days of suppressing grins whenever I remember moments involving these two adorable and ass-kicking kid warriors.

So, despite my jitters and fears and uncertainties during my first day of work, I managed to get by. The week drained me still though, because I was still fumbling my way around the tasks I'm set out to do, because I can't help but think if this kind of job is really for me, because I am so awkward with new workmates, because I've been used to the ease of commuting during the night than during the rush hour in the morning, because I am simply so bad at beginnings.

But it's the weekend now and I am filled with thoughts of rainbows and sunshine and utter excitement because I am about to start reading "A Dance with Dragons," fervently hoping to satiate my Gendrya feelings. (I could do with just Arya feelings, too, if that's the case for now. With GRRM, you can't be too hopeful.)

Actually, I don't know if I'm talking about my work or Gendrya. Both have occupied huge amount of space in my thoughts recently. Maybe I really need to sort out my priorities?

Now let me tell you about that scene at Acorn Hall...