FUBARgenre: The Genre of Fubar

There’s nothing left for me here.

We had a very productive Sunday afternoon. Mark did a great job with the photography. Excellent shadow play and natural light manipulation, Makoy! Congratulations for a job well done.

Congratulations and best wishes, Joreca and Carlos!
PS: I still can’t believe they’re married.
And uh…why is everyone getting married?

This year, I celebrated my birthday with a splash. Literally.

So which chaos is Mark’s and which one is mine? Take a wild guess.
Cryptic truth in the picture by Troy Malilong, Esq. Photography by Mark. Random bit of boredom by Yan.

The ocean is my music. It sings its song in a voice that is as desultory as it is methodical, as poignant as it is arrogant, as tranquil as it is furious. It taunts me as I watch its graceful dance through the glass walls that guard me. It grieves at the vast emptiness that confines me. It lashes out at the darkness that imprisons me. It weeps at the wounds that incarcerate me. The ocean is my friend. And it alone knows me.