Getting Better.

When the spotlight fades
And the wolves behave
Catch a falling, little star
And then wonder who you are

If it's good for the trees,
And bad for the breeze,
It's great for me.

It's funny how
At the end of it all
There's always someone
Who isn't laughing.

Multiply is currently down. Since they blocked tabulas in the office, that's where I've been posting (donmarfori.multiply.com) everything from blogs to photos and links to funny videos in YouTube. In many ways, it's superior to this site. But somehow, even after 7 months since my last tabulas post, and the fact that I already announced my permanent migration to Multiply, this site still feels like home.

I started blogging here in 2003, after finding out about it from user "ophelia," who has since moved on (to livejournal) as well. I wrote everything here. Poems about friends I was mad at, crushes whose names I didn't even know, musings on life after Ateneo. Literally everything.

I don't know where I'm going with this entry. I guess I was just thinking that since I haven't been able to write good stuff lately (and I'd like to get back into the habit), I'd start by posting something in the blog where I'm most comfortable. There's something about Multiply's announcing each and every new post that gives me writer's block. You can't say what you really want to say, 'cause you know that as soon as it's posted, everyone (whether they want to or not) will know it's there.

I like tabulas 'cause you choose to read your friends' stuff; you manually have to click the link to view your friends page. You read their stuff 'cause you want to.

I think I'm a bit rusty. I don't know whether what I just wrote above makes much sense to you, dear reader-whoever you are, but I know that it felt really good.

Here's to more posts in tabulas; I'm back home.

Because Tabulas is blocked by our office IT department, all my posts, pictures, music and ramblings are now at my Multiply account (donmarfori pa rin).

Popcorn, mani, hopia, siomai
Adidas, isaw, bola-bola, atay
Kainan mo nang sabay-sabay
Tumba ka, siguradong patay

Sinta, ako ba'y totoo?
Tao, hayop, o bato?
Sabi kasi ng buong mundo
Ako lang daw ay kulugo

Alaala mo ay kay tamis
Ngayon pa lang ay miss na miss
Pangako, ito'y isang daplis
Sabihin ko na lang sa mga pulis

Prinsesa kong medyo maliit
Halika muna, pahiram saglit
Ng palad mong kay sarap ang kinis
At ng paa mong ubod ng linis

Pahawak naman sa iyong mukha
Na parang Diyos mismo ang may likha
Pahalik naman sa labi mong malambot
Magtabi naman tayo sa ilalim ng kumot

I'll be more plastic, cash or kind
When I find some peace of mind
Push me, love me, hit me please
Masochism's my disease