its the most wonderful time of the year...

oh yes... its French Spring In Manila '05!

yah, Fete de la Musique s back at El Pueblo! C'est si bon!

cyah all there!

going..going...gone Digital! *faints*

apyang

yes, you read it right! its digital! used Canon 350D *faints*

Gift of Faith

All this pain surrounding me; hopelessness is all that I see now
Does it have to be this way?
Brought up on hypocrisy
the seeds they sow don't last forever
They just fade away...

Don't be confused by the lies of the fools and deceivers
Hope and believe in the things that we need to survive

We can make it if we'd only take the gift of faith
We can change it if we'd just accept the gift of faith

Take away my dignity
Take away my hope and my freedom
You got a world full of rage
Don't cover me with apathy
Don't buy and sell what I believe in
Don't lock me in a cage

In a world where no one's alone, trust should come easily
Just reach out your hand, and I'll give you mine.

We can make it if we'd only take the gift of faith
We can change it if we'd just accept the gift of faith

Don't be confused by the lies of the fools and deceivers
Hope and believe in the things that we need to survive

We can make if if we'd only take the gift of faith
We can change it if we'd just accept the gift of faith
We can make if if we'd only take the gift of faith
It's yours to choose but only fools refuse the gift of faith.

-- Toto --
-- Tambu --

Lune de Miel

ILS ont vu les Pays-Bas, ils rentrent à Terre Haute;
Mais une nuit d’été, les voici à Ravenne,
A l’aise entre deux draps, chez deux centaines de punaises;
La sueur aestivale, et une forte odeur de chienne.
Ils restent sur le dos écartant les genoux
De quatre jambes molles tout gonflées de morsures.
On relève le drap pour mieux égratigner.
Moins d’une lieue d’ici est Saint Apollinaire
En Classe, basilique connue des amateurs
De chapitaux d’acanthe que tournoie le vent.
Ils vont prendre le train de huit heures
Prolonger leurs misères de Padoue à Milan
Où se trouvent la Cène, et un restaurant pas cher.
Lui pense aux pourboires, et rédige son bilan.
Ils auront vu la Suisse et traversé la France.
Et Saint Apollinaire, raide et ascétique,
Vieille usine désaffectée de Dieu, tient encore
Dans ses pierres écroulantes la forme précise de Byzance. -- T.S. Elliot --