as pure as driven snow: I face the foe-like shart-messup furniture upstairs, Guido

Finally, I have decided to clean my office table. I have this infinite vacant time--free time!--to be THAT god of cleanliness, clutter-free, and crap-free possession! 

 The weather is trying to darken the room; Mr. Guido, where's my umbrella, but the heavyset, white, dirt-of-all-sort-blemished ( compare: "the merest blemish on a Rolls Royce might render it unsalable" ) table is my sole image, or the mental snapshot.

  There are some grand changes of the ballpens' location, the post-it's placement, and some school supplies which have been laid upon in an inappropriate box compartment!

   The Queen of my drawer is dusty; my last semester's....acquisition: the red puncher! I remember how students asked my permission to use that errr to face...The Queen. She has been punching ream upon ream of sheet (A4, legal, tissue paper, Scotch tape, and wanton wrapper!)

   

old man and human

we went to a cemetery because today is the death anniversary of my aunt. the taxi had a tasteful playlist: price tag, you'll be (phil collins), forgotten the rest, but STILL under the general heading of tasteful, classy, melodic, great.


moniteau.net

[NOT the actual cemetery]


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[NOT the actual cemetery]

Page Connors (just an alias, Page Connors is actually this stratagem-packed character from the film, Heartbreakers) lit the vortex candles ( is this the right term for those short, stubby white candles?) using this 2-peso priced stick matches. anyhoot, we brought these beautiful vase of flowers (roses, what are the names of the other two?)

My mom sat on the grass. I, too. and surveyed the serene environment. There were two horses; children goofing around....

Then, the old man nearby (a widower) offered a chair for my mom. It is so heartwarming to experience when people are nice, compassionate. I was in utter awe of that widower. A little note: he visits the grave of his late wife EVERY DAY!

diary

Count your blessing. I thank God for this blessing. I was  the proctor of Room 10 this morning. I woke up early. My dependable denim blue or is it a tiffany blue---no, it seems like ultramarine! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Shades_of_blue--alarm clock, seriously, woke me up. 

To make this epic short, thank you, LORD for giving me Ma'am Cleo as my partner in proctoring the exam-takers. She was systematic as well as friendly. My existence in that room became comfortable.

But, on my part, I had these cut-outs of Calendar Dates [to viz. 1 to 25] as seat number. I posted those numbers at the back [the front part of the back of the chair. Doggone, it sounds ironic, isn't it?]to make the task and to let the examinees feel easy as they look for their respective seats.

Plus she was thoughtful, like, she shared her snacks with me!

dear diary

image by deviantart

I swam with Bam. I don't usually swim in the sea across my flat. My closest affinity to the sea is by looking at it because I want to know desperately my subconscious! Dirty water, dirty things in my subcon. Clean water, kissing my subcon's surfaces!
       I took a plunge despite the volume-packed trisikads parking by the seawall because I could see the things underwater. The water was clear like the vocals of the valedictorian in the school. I announced that I would swim and Bammie cried as a sign that she would be my co-swimmer! OK, you could go to the beach, but please not in your PJs...
       I carried her. from gate to seawall to beach to seawater. I was happy because she loved the water as compared to her brother when he was her age.
       We swam with wild abandon. The little fishboats could tell as well as the bigger ones.
       Bam toyed with the black sand using her feet. I was standing a couple of inches from here. I was dunked in the sea, moving like the fish nearby. Seeing fish here was happiness. But extinction was sighted as told by old folks in the school.
      "Bam, naay tae dool sa imong tiil!"--Bam, there's a poop/turd near your foot...
      They say poop is lucky.Do you mean that my subconsious is telling me that I am lucky today?