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Jane Castro



Jex in Boracay

Kyla, Me, Drake

another poem

Broken

I've been broken one hundred fold
All by faces without names
My stories told without preaching
Shattered silly with foolish games

Distant is the warmth of ember
Spread apart by ocean tides
Held too close once before
Where shivers live, there I die

Sheets are wet with perspiration
Cold the fear with which I live
My mouth is dry, lips are sealed
Shall I break or shall I heave

I've been blistered all throughout
By the ghosts of awry lies
In the end, it goes without saying
All my pieces, tears run dry

Life

I am your life, lonely rider
These are stones on a bumpy road
Walk me slowly, little stranger
Tread carefully this narrow route

I am your life, lowly wanderer
Journey's end might be abrupt
Take me through it, mighty ranger
Plead our strength is quite enough

I am your life, able brother
Inch by inch, go thee yonder
Surely, quickly, lovely sister
Step by step, one or other

I am your life, friendly neighbor
Take my arm, send me over
Breathe in deep, meek by-passer
To the end, come now hither

Some pretty old pics I never posted.



At Colayco, many years ago. Maybe 4 years. Judging by the Bible on the table, this was probably 3rd year. That's me with short hair.



A sort of final get-together before stepping out and on to the real world. Dated March 2 2002.



Also at the get-together. Looking forward to what lies ahead.



A very very very long time ago. And I have hair on my forehead? Taken at Chinky's debut, 1998.



On the last day. Dex modelling a Philo book with Chinky.



The gang on blue roast, prior graduation 2002.



Group hug at graduation.



Singing the Ateneo Hymn.

Whew, that was a lot of pics.

Ever more pictures.



Best friends. Jojo and Strawbs.



On the way to Tagaytay. After graduation.



At Jojo's place, 2003 (I think). Me, Kye, Jojo and Zeb.

Drake and Kyla Pics



Drake and Kyla modelling the neighbors car.



Appropriately named "Twist". Drake in an attempt to break his own neck. :P

March 22 2004

A little gathering with friends.



Jojo, Strawbs, Phanie, France, Me, Dex, Kye and Chawi.



A more complete picture.

Jojo, Strawbs, Phanie, Nin, Gian, Ric, France, Leah, Me, Dex, Kye and Chawi.



After dinner. Dex, Gian, Nin, Me, Jojo, France and Leah, pondering in the background.

This is really funny:

A man escapes from a prison where he has
been kept for 15 years. He breaks into a house to
look for money and guns and finds a young couple
in bed. He orders the guy out of bed and ties
him to a chair.

While tying the girl to the bed he gets on top
of her, kisses her on the neck, then gets up and
goes into the bathroom.

While he's in there, the husband tells his wife:
"Listen, this guy is an escaped prisoner, look
at his clothes! He probably spent lots of time
in jail, and hasn't seen a woman in years.

I saw how he kissed your neck. If he wants sex,
don't resist, don't complain, do what he tells
you, just give him satisfaction, no matter how
much he ravages you. This guy is probably
dangerous. If he gets angry, he'll kill us.
Be strong, honey. I love you".

To which the wife responds, "He wasn't kissing
my neck. He was whispering in my ear. He told me
he was gay, thought you were cute, and asked if
we kept any Vaseline in the bathroom. I told him
where to find it. Be strong, honey. I love you, too."

To my friend:

Much can be said about a blade of grass
as much as the thoughts in our head.

Do we listen eagerly enough to figure out
if all to be said has been said?

Many times we forget that some swords have
two edges and some stories have two ends.

Lord, forgive me. I could not help myself. :)

2. Gloria Macapagal Arroyo - I know very little about politics to actually bash this person. As such, I will focus more on her physical qualities. Haha. And you will have to bear with me on this one because it might just make you hate me for being a jerk. First, isn't she just tiny? She's like a little elf stuffed into a pastel suit. Or a wee little leprechaun. I'm pretty sure all the world's leaders are rolling around in their heads in amusement. Second, doesn't she just have the worst voice you could ever imagine any president of having. She squeaks. It's just irritating. It's just one of those things that you absolutely loathe without knowing why. It's like a stench, you can't really decipher or understand the chemical and electrical signals that pass from your nose to your brain but it just leaves you wretching in disgust. And why does she have to speak english all the time? Did she have an adviser tell her that her voice is actually a lot worse when she speaks Filipino? Finally, doesn't she just have the most excruciatingly annoying pout you have ever seen. Let's not forget her toothy smile. It's like you just wanna grab her face and rip it off her skull.

For lack of anything better to write, I'm going to write about some personalities (and bash them).

1. Boy Abunda - I just recently heard that he's regarded as the Philippine's top talk show host or something of that sort. He is purportedly frank, straight to the point and intelligent (emphasis on intelligent). I have had the opportunity to catch a few glimpses of the buzz. Certainly, with the pseudo-intellectual flair in the way he talks, the tailored suits and the snazzy guests, who wouldn't think, at first glance, that THe Buzz was in fact an intelligent show? But hold on, after closer perusal and an agonizing longer look at the show, you find that it's all but a complex hoax!! First and foremost, he's an old balding homosexual fer cryin' out loud!! Nah, just kidding. Hold on to your seats. I suppose it's not a surprise that people (well, at least the less educated and less reflective ones) perceive him and his show to be intellectual simply because he speaks pretty well. Not that well, but pretty well. He doesn't really say anything longer than a few words, mind you. Plus the fact that his vocabulary is downright unimpressive and the way he constructs his senteces. However, what's more important is the topics they go about and those little games they play. I couldn't bear watching one time when he started shouting (yes, shouting) out the most inane words you could imagine for a little game of word association, words such as heart, mind, pillow, etc., etc. What's even worse is he subsequently breaks down all the elements in their childish little game and proceed to basically proclaim the guest a hero or an artist or even a saint. It's foolish, I tell you. Foolish. Oh well, what can I say? It is a show, a fool's show.

Check out some of my other sites:

My Picture Gallery
Preposterous Undertakings

Conozco Tu Cara (Revised)

I know your face

I know it only too well in
wakeful sleeping dreams

I have seen it many times before
in the corners of my eyes

I have glimpsed it in the
blinding rays of the sun

It is the face that lies
immersed in brilliant lights

I know it as the face that
vanishes in the darkness

It is the face that basks
in the shadow's plight

It is the face that turns
away when I come looking

I know your face, perhaps
you also know mine

July 5, 2004

The dying man's dreams die with him
His life drains away like the ebbing of the tide
His voice fades to but an echo of a distant whisper
His breathe wanes like the midnight lights
The sparkling luster of his eyes turn to somber grey
And brilliant glow of his skin disappears
As the hood of the reaper hides him away
He is now just the cold embers of a doused flame
The failing twinkle of an ageing star