Like a little boy holding a boat-shaped ice cream bar
he just bought from a nearby sari-sari store
in the dead heat of summer,
His happiness contained in moments of anticipation,
My soul is refreshed, elated
By the mere sight of your glowing smile
And the twinkle of your almond eyes.
Anticipating our next encounter
I am restless, fidgeting
Searching for what can be done
What I could do
To fill the void.
Until I am once again in the vicinity
Of your sweet, glowing smile
And the twinkle of your almond eyes
Like stars that fall from the night sky
Directly into my heart.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
one fine Wednesday morning
My day didn’t start as well as I have hoped today. Crazy drivers seemed to be on the loose today in Marcos Highway! I wondered WHAT IS UP with today with everyone rushing, driving aggressively, seeming not to care if they hit, scratch, or bump the other vehicles around them. I nearly had an encounter with probably 2 or 3 stupid drivers! (Sorry for the language – it just feels good to let all the steam out.) At one point, I thought a motorcycle hit my rear bumper, since I felt the car nudged forward a bit. So when I got to the parking lot near the office, I checked the rear end of the car. Luckily, there was no sign that I got hit, so that nudge was probably just a result of my lack of sleep. But then I noticed a new scratch on the trunk. It’s a deep one, though small, and I felt a frustrated (yet again) thinking how and when I got it.
So just when I thought I will probably not be able to recover from the negative feelings which started my day, God seemed to have heard my subconscious prayer. As I was having breakfast, I browsed some old text messages and found this one from my cousin Nico:
Things we must be thankful for:
1. Worries at the start of day: means you’re still alive
2. Headache at the end of the day: means you can still work hard
3. Clothes that don’t fit: means you have a good appetite
4. The mess to clean after a party: means you have friends around you
5. Roof that needs fixing: means you’ve got a house
6. Taxes to pay: means you’re not unemployed
7. Heartaches: means you love selflessly
8. Too many text messages: means you are remembered much
Okay, so that made me feel better. Aside from the very apt first point, I’d also like to customize the fifth point to:
5. Car scratches that needs fixing: means you’ve got a car
It’s ironic how we sometimes find these types of SMS corny, but then sometimes they hit us at the right moment and they make us re-think, smile, and feel better.
Of course it also helps to get that extra rush from the greeting and encouragement of someone you care about. It certainly makes your day sunnier!
So just when I thought I will probably not be able to recover from the negative feelings which started my day, God seemed to have heard my subconscious prayer. As I was having breakfast, I browsed some old text messages and found this one from my cousin Nico:
Things we must be thankful for:
1. Worries at the start of day: means you’re still alive
2. Headache at the end of the day: means you can still work hard
3. Clothes that don’t fit: means you have a good appetite
4. The mess to clean after a party: means you have friends around you
5. Roof that needs fixing: means you’ve got a house
6. Taxes to pay: means you’re not unemployed
7. Heartaches: means you love selflessly
8. Too many text messages: means you are remembered much
Okay, so that made me feel better. Aside from the very apt first point, I’d also like to customize the fifth point to:
5. Car scratches that needs fixing: means you’ve got a car
It’s ironic how we sometimes find these types of SMS corny, but then sometimes they hit us at the right moment and they make us re-think, smile, and feel better.
Of course it also helps to get that extra rush from the greeting and encouragement of someone you care about. It certainly makes your day sunnier!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Muse
An old acquaintance and now a new-found friend has been encouraging me to write more. Even after a long time of not pursuing this passion, of just gathering dust on the books I bought and would like to read, somehow her encouragement propels me to pick up the pen, or rather, divert my typing skills to a more favorable pursuit for myself. She lights that small flame of inspiration on me, and I am grateful. She reminds me of those last lines from one of my favorite movies of all time, "Shakespeare in Love."
In this finale, Viola, Will Shakespeare’s lover, helps him concoct the beginnings of a new comedy, as she is about to sail to America with her new husband from an arranged marriage. Will writes:
My story starts at sea…a perilous
voyage to an unknown land…a shipwreck
the wild waters roar and heave…the
brave vessel is dashed all to pieces,
and all the helpless souls within her
drowned
all save one … a lady
whose soul is greater than the ocean …
and her spirit stronger than the sea's
embrace … not for her watery end, but
a new life beginning on a stranger
shore
It will be a love story … for she will
be my heroine for all time
and her name will be … Viola.
To my muse, thank you.
In this finale, Viola, Will Shakespeare’s lover, helps him concoct the beginnings of a new comedy, as she is about to sail to America with her new husband from an arranged marriage. Will writes:
My story starts at sea…a perilous
voyage to an unknown land…a shipwreck
the wild waters roar and heave…the
brave vessel is dashed all to pieces,
and all the helpless souls within her
drowned
all save one … a lady
whose soul is greater than the ocean …
and her spirit stronger than the sea's
embrace … not for her watery end, but
a new life beginning on a stranger
shore
It will be a love story … for she will
be my heroine for all time
and her name will be … Viola.
To my muse, thank you.
Friday, January 05, 2007
Consider the other
(For Leng, one night in 10.2006)
Consider this other pleasure
of smoking:
The thin white line from the tip
drifting slowly up
in unpredictable yet consistent pattern
eventually mix with the air
and vanishes
like broken promises
that diminishes
in your memory
with time.
The lost spark of love
and his casual disregard
of commitment - it is simply
(or at least can be considered)
the uneasy filled feeling
of reaching that alcohol limit
in a party that is bound to end,
with guests leaving
to party again another day.
Consider this other beauty
of living:
Loves lost and found
are as eternal as the wonder
of a full moon-
eventually giving way
to an equally, if not more,
serene and peaceful sunrise
that signals the start
of another day,
of exciting possibilities.
Consider this other pleasure
of smoking:
The thin white line from the tip
drifting slowly up
in unpredictable yet consistent pattern
eventually mix with the air
and vanishes
like broken promises
that diminishes
in your memory
with time.
The lost spark of love
and his casual disregard
of commitment - it is simply
(or at least can be considered)
the uneasy filled feeling
of reaching that alcohol limit
in a party that is bound to end,
with guests leaving
to party again another day.
Consider this other beauty
of living:
Loves lost and found
are as eternal as the wonder
of a full moon-
eventually giving way
to an equally, if not more,
serene and peaceful sunrise
that signals the start
of another day,
of exciting possibilities.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
+Thoughts
You probably think, Ate,
That the millions of cubic meters of the Pacific
Divides us
and that you are, most certainly, estranged
from our home’s familiar sounds,
the whizzing of the aquarium’s filter,
the longing moan of Miming to her lover.
But what is amazing is that
my thoughts permeate the air that you breathe.
They become a part of you everyday.
The beads of sweat inching its way
down my forehead in this
perennial heat of Manila
I believe
is the same miraculous drops that surge
through your quiet life in California.
The mind is so powerful, Ate,
that it can, most certainly, dissolve
those millions of cubic meters of the Pacific.
It leaves us to find
that the land beneath your feet
Connects us
as it is the same land as mine.
So you see, Ate,
the sweet scent of our garden flowers
I thought of
is the very wisp of essence
You just inhaled
as you sit down for breakfast.
And this glorious moon beam
I perceived
radiates in the warmth
You feel
as you take in
the blissful morning sunshine.
That the millions of cubic meters of the Pacific
Divides us
and that you are, most certainly, estranged
from our home’s familiar sounds,
the whizzing of the aquarium’s filter,
the longing moan of Miming to her lover.
But what is amazing is that
my thoughts permeate the air that you breathe.
They become a part of you everyday.
The beads of sweat inching its way
down my forehead in this
perennial heat of Manila
I believe
is the same miraculous drops that surge
through your quiet life in California.
The mind is so powerful, Ate,
that it can, most certainly, dissolve
those millions of cubic meters of the Pacific.
It leaves us to find
that the land beneath your feet
Connects us
as it is the same land as mine.
So you see, Ate,
the sweet scent of our garden flowers
I thought of
is the very wisp of essence
You just inhaled
as you sit down for breakfast.
And this glorious moon beam
I perceived
radiates in the warmth
You feel
as you take in
the blissful morning sunshine.
I carry your heart with me
For mommy and daddy
When I imagine you as me
as a child with innocent eyes, vulnerable,
I am inexplicably filled like a child.
And I am overwhelmed with how I love you,
how I carry your heart with me,
how I carry it in my heart.
This exercise I will always keep,
For it is easy to resent you.
But it is only me that I really resent
when I blame you for not being there,
when I hate the way that we cannot see
the things in the same light.
Now, when I look at you
I remember that you are me.
Children, both programmed,
Values distorted, but once
possessed those innocent eyes.
Here is the secret everyone once knew,
here is the core of the core,
the depth of the depth of this
ocean called life; I know
I carry your heart with me,
I carry it in my heart.
(Inspired by ee cummings' poem of the same title and by the PSI seminar. 09.21.06 )
When I imagine you as me
as a child with innocent eyes, vulnerable,
I am inexplicably filled like a child.
And I am overwhelmed with how I love you,
how I carry your heart with me,
how I carry it in my heart.
This exercise I will always keep,
For it is easy to resent you.
But it is only me that I really resent
when I blame you for not being there,
when I hate the way that we cannot see
the things in the same light.
Now, when I look at you
I remember that you are me.
Children, both programmed,
Values distorted, but once
possessed those innocent eyes.
Here is the secret everyone once knew,
here is the core of the core,
the depth of the depth of this
ocean called life; I know
I carry your heart with me,
I carry it in my heart.
(Inspired by ee cummings' poem of the same title and by the PSI seminar. 09.21.06 )
Starting Anew
(after handing in my resignation letter – 07.28.06)
My heart is filled with silent happiness
It is filled with inner peace
For I am like a bird
Ready to fly away
To explore new skies
And hopefully
Change the hues of the horizon
To red, red orange, orange yellow
To match the glory of sunrise
Over the dark grey mood
Of this rainy wet day.
My heart is filled with repressed joy
It is filled with amazing wonder
For I am who I am
I am a swimmer
Ready to explore new waters
To cut through a new lane
And feel the joy of the cool ripples
Pass through my bare skin
My soul, I am refreshed
I am alive!
I am liberated!
I am
Ready to plunge
Again
In the cool and crisp
Waters
Of life.
My heart is filled with silent happiness
It is filled with inner peace
For I am like a bird
Ready to fly away
To explore new skies
And hopefully
Change the hues of the horizon
To red, red orange, orange yellow
To match the glory of sunrise
Over the dark grey mood
Of this rainy wet day.
My heart is filled with repressed joy
It is filled with amazing wonder
For I am who I am
I am a swimmer
Ready to explore new waters
To cut through a new lane
And feel the joy of the cool ripples
Pass through my bare skin
My soul, I am refreshed
I am alive!
I am liberated!
I am
Ready to plunge
Again
In the cool and crisp
Waters
Of life.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
I am now a blogger :)
Many of my friends have been encouraging me to post blogs because they say you will get to practice writing, and you'll discover your hidden talent again. And so, I'm trying this out and I'm starting to believe them. I hope I'll be able to continue this. Anyway, I believe that this beats writing my thoughts in my Starbucks planner. I just have to find time to be online again and be in front of the computer after more than 8 hours every weekday of being in front of one already.
I'm excited to read the blogs of friends who I have been out of touch with for the past months. :)
I'm excited to read the blogs of friends who I have been out of touch with for the past months. :)
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