dec 28 05
People Like Us
by robert bly
There are more like us. All over the world
There are confused people, who can't remember
The name of their dog when they wake up, and people
Who love God but can't remember where
He was when they went to sleep. It's
All right. The world cleanses itself this way.
A wrong number occurs to you in the middle
Of the night, you dial it, it rings just in time
To save the house. And the second-story man
Gets the wrong address, where the insomniac lives,
And he's lonely , and they talk, and the thief
Goes back to college. Even in graduate school,
You can wander into the wrong classroom,
And hear great poems lovingly spoken
By the wrong professor. And you find your soul
And greatness has a defender, and even in death you're safe.
Nov 12, 2005
nov 12 2005
Sa Huli
ni R. Anonuevo
Masyado nang sumusuot sa balat ang lamig.
Parang nanunukso lang ang pagsulpot sulpot
ng araw ganitong Abril sa London.
Kailangan ko nang umalis.
Tama na ang isang linggong
pagtingala sa mga palasyo at katedral.
Pag lumabis pa ritoy lilisan
na akong ang bigat na baon
ay hindi lang damit at pinamiling sapatos,
kundi hinihilang loob, na parang balat na napupuknat,
napipilas sa pinakamalalim na laman,
nahihilam sa biglang pulandit ng dugo,
namimintig sa mga luhang umiiwas mahuli
sa tarangkahan ng nakatanod na pamamaalam.
Sa Huli
ni R. Anonuevo
Masyado nang sumusuot sa balat ang lamig.
Parang nanunukso lang ang pagsulpot sulpot
ng araw ganitong Abril sa London.
Kailangan ko nang umalis.
Tama na ang isang linggong
pagtingala sa mga palasyo at katedral.
Pag lumabis pa ritoy lilisan
na akong ang bigat na baon
ay hindi lang damit at pinamiling sapatos,
kundi hinihilang loob, na parang balat na napupuknat,
napipilas sa pinakamalalim na laman,
nahihilam sa biglang pulandit ng dugo,
namimintig sa mga luhang umiiwas mahuli
sa tarangkahan ng nakatanod na pamamaalam.
Oct 15, 2005
oct. 15 2005
i have forgotten how it is to blog. four months? the longest ever. my theory that blogging is a cycle, like life is, rings true. a cycle, a recurring thing. and im sure is starting it again. these four months, i have lived my life to the fullest ( according to angie's lifemeter not according to anybodys standards). im 28. im happy. i have a good paying job, i have a loving family. i have the truest of friends. i am thin. i have books- harry potter, inspirationals, oprah endorsed books, coelho. and i know the best neruda poem. i am singing. i can be funny. i love guitars.and music. i have myself and most of all i have God. and a purpose. for all of these, i am thankful and smiling and crying. i am so much blessed. and there's no better way to start this cycle of blogging with these super duper corny thoughts. ha ha!
Jun 26, 2005
June 26, 05
The barren branches of the trees stretch out
skyward, like old knarled hands ready for
the heavens, imploring. How long has it been
since the last rain? Many moons.
Has the Lord forgotten?
The dry winds of summer waft silent prayers
skyward; the untiring hands continue their
oblation.
Soon, soon...it will come.
LT. Zendhrane
Jun 18, 2005
June 18, 05
Sometimes, I feel that I have written my life on pages of some manuscript. Well, literally I have. I started writing a diary since I was 13. it was just an ordinary cheap notebook, one that I keep extra in school. After reading and getting inspired by the diary of anne frank, I put it to a good use and began writing a diary of my own. At the center of its first page, I wrote in curling letters the word DIARY. Then began my thoughts journey as a young girl. They all had to be written, oh yes they should! The everyday events-life in school and at home, some poetry I had written and some favorites, songs that I love, quotations of every kind, inspirational words. I also had a slumbook page where I wrote my favorite color, actors, singer, books, tv shows, almost everything you can find in a slum book. I was religiously writing down everything that was happening to my world. It was year after year. It was the thought of when I get older, I would have to take pleasure in reading what my thoughts were when I was in my adolescent years, and that would be wonderful and outrageous. Thats how it should be. And I was looking forward to it. I managed to do that for a few years, until my parents accidentally burned up everything. As in everything.
Two days have passed before I even knew it happened. My father went, your mommy and I cleaned up everything already, no more mosquitoes around the house, nothing more that would cause dengue. To my father, cleaning was defined as burning every piece of junk he considers. I was panicky, ano po nilinis nyo? the next thing I knew I was crying on one corner, remembering the treasures ive lost, reminiscing the times I fixed those little possessions with joy.
It wasnt only the diaries. There were letters, post-it-messages from friends, favorite subjects notebook, and my favorite book too. The lists goes on- articles and clippings, high grade test papers, published articles for our school paper, some school and personal projects, keepsakes like dried roses, corsage, candy wrappers, etc. they were all there, inside that rickety-looking cabinet of mine. I dont know if it was forgivable though. After all these months, I still remember. Its ashes muddled up with the dirt. Sometimes I think a part of me was taken away too. For someone so forgetful, its a whole lot of wealth lost. There are people who can remember most events in their life so vividly. While some unfortunately just cant. And thats me, the unfortunate me.
now i dont use notebooks that much anymore, well not like before. i still have high regards to it though, still buying notebooks from time to time, keeping it inside my fave box where nothing and no one can ever take it away from me again.
Apr 23, 2005
april 23 2005
sometimes i feel like i belong to the old world. where women take love as it should be. where love is pure and clean. and beautiful. serene. where love goes beyond the physical. and most of all tested by time. i hate being a traitor to my generation when it concerns to love. i know i am old fashioned as i can be but that earns respect as much as i respect those who swears love the moment they smelled it from their supposed mr perfect. i live in a world where nothing can be more casual than sex. where being a virgin is being sneered at and being sexually active is like being crowned to a hero's throne. i like love as it should be. there's more to it than sex. there's friendship, affection, ardour, compassion. and that makes it precious and wonderful.
sometimes i feel like i belong to the old world. where women take love as it should be. where love is pure and clean. and beautiful. serene. where love goes beyond the physical. and most of all tested by time. i hate being a traitor to my generation when it concerns to love. i know i am old fashioned as i can be but that earns respect as much as i respect those who swears love the moment they smelled it from their supposed mr perfect. i live in a world where nothing can be more casual than sex. where being a virgin is being sneered at and being sexually active is like being crowned to a hero's throne. i like love as it should be. there's more to it than sex. there's friendship, affection, ardour, compassion. and that makes it precious and wonderful.
Apr 10, 2005
april 10 05
heres a deeply moving account about a 13 year old jewish girl and a young seminarian from krakow, poland named Karol Wojtyla in 1945. (taken from the Roger Vohen of New York Times)
"During the summer of 1942, two women in Krakow, Poland, were denounced as Jews, taken to the city's prison, held there for a few months and then sent to the Belzec death camp, where in October they were killed in primitive Nazi gas chambers by carbon monoxide from diesel engines. Their names were Frimeta Gelband and Salomea Zierer; they were sisters. As it happens, Frimeta was my wife's grandmother. Salomea - known as Salla - had two daughters, one of whom survived the war and one of whom did not.
The elder of these daughters was Edith Zierer. In January 1945, at age 13, she emerged from a Nazi labor camp in Czestochowa, Poland, a waif on the verge of death. Separated from her family, unaware that her mother had been killed by the Germans, she could scarcely walk.
But walk she did, to a train station, where she climbed onto a coal wagon. The train moved slowly, the wind cut through her. When the cold became too much to bear, she got down at a village called Jedrzejow. In a corner of the station, she sat. Nobody looked at her, a girl in the striped and numbered uniform of a prisoner, late in a terrible war. Unable to move, Edith waited.
Death was approaching, but a young man approached first, "very good looking," as she recalled, and vigorous. He wore a long robe and appeared to be a priest. "Why are you here?" he asked. "What are you doing?" Edith said she was trying to get to Krakow to find her parents.
The man disappeared. He came back with a cup of tea. Edith drank. He said he could help her get to Krakow. Again the mysterious benefactor went away, returning with bread and cheese. They talked about the advancing Soviet Army. Edith said she believed that her parents and younger sister, Judith, were alive.
"Try to stand," the man said. Edith tried and failed. He carried her to another village, where he put her in the cattle car of a train bound for Krakow. Another family was there. The man got in beside Edith, covered her with his cloak and made a small fire.
His name, he told Edith, was Karol Wojtyla. Although she took him for a priest, he was still a seminarian who would not be ordained until the next year. Thirty-three more years would pass before he became Pope John Paul II and embarked on a papacy that would help break the Communist hold on Central Europe and so transform the world.
Edith fled from Karol Wojtyla when they arrived at Krakow in 1945. The family on the train, also Jews, had warned her that he might take her off to "the cloisters." She recalls him calling out, "Edyta, Edyta!" - the Polish form of her name - as she hid behind large containers of milk.
But hiding was not forgetting. She wrote his name in a diary, her savior, and in 1978, when she read in a copy of Paris-Match that he had become pope, she broke into tears. By then Edith Zierer was in Haifa, Israel, where she now lives.
Letters to him went unanswered. But at last, in 1997, she received a letter from the Vatican in which the pope recalled their meeting. A year later they met again at the Vatican. Edith thanked the pope for saving her. He put one hand on her head, another hand in hers, and blessed her. As she parted, he said, "Come back, my child."
heres a deeply moving account about a 13 year old jewish girl and a young seminarian from krakow, poland named Karol Wojtyla in 1945. (taken from the Roger Vohen of New York Times)
"During the summer of 1942, two women in Krakow, Poland, were denounced as Jews, taken to the city's prison, held there for a few months and then sent to the Belzec death camp, where in October they were killed in primitive Nazi gas chambers by carbon monoxide from diesel engines. Their names were Frimeta Gelband and Salomea Zierer; they were sisters. As it happens, Frimeta was my wife's grandmother. Salomea - known as Salla - had two daughters, one of whom survived the war and one of whom did not.
The elder of these daughters was Edith Zierer. In January 1945, at age 13, she emerged from a Nazi labor camp in Czestochowa, Poland, a waif on the verge of death. Separated from her family, unaware that her mother had been killed by the Germans, she could scarcely walk.
But walk she did, to a train station, where she climbed onto a coal wagon. The train moved slowly, the wind cut through her. When the cold became too much to bear, she got down at a village called Jedrzejow. In a corner of the station, she sat. Nobody looked at her, a girl in the striped and numbered uniform of a prisoner, late in a terrible war. Unable to move, Edith waited.
Death was approaching, but a young man approached first, "very good looking," as she recalled, and vigorous. He wore a long robe and appeared to be a priest. "Why are you here?" he asked. "What are you doing?" Edith said she was trying to get to Krakow to find her parents.
The man disappeared. He came back with a cup of tea. Edith drank. He said he could help her get to Krakow. Again the mysterious benefactor went away, returning with bread and cheese. They talked about the advancing Soviet Army. Edith said she believed that her parents and younger sister, Judith, were alive.
"Try to stand," the man said. Edith tried and failed. He carried her to another village, where he put her in the cattle car of a train bound for Krakow. Another family was there. The man got in beside Edith, covered her with his cloak and made a small fire.
His name, he told Edith, was Karol Wojtyla. Although she took him for a priest, he was still a seminarian who would not be ordained until the next year. Thirty-three more years would pass before he became Pope John Paul II and embarked on a papacy that would help break the Communist hold on Central Europe and so transform the world.
Edith fled from Karol Wojtyla when they arrived at Krakow in 1945. The family on the train, also Jews, had warned her that he might take her off to "the cloisters." She recalls him calling out, "Edyta, Edyta!" - the Polish form of her name - as she hid behind large containers of milk.
But hiding was not forgetting. She wrote his name in a diary, her savior, and in 1978, when she read in a copy of Paris-Match that he had become pope, she broke into tears. By then Edith Zierer was in Haifa, Israel, where she now lives.
Letters to him went unanswered. But at last, in 1997, she received a letter from the Vatican in which the pope recalled their meeting. A year later they met again at the Vatican. Edith thanked the pope for saving her. He put one hand on her head, another hand in hers, and blessed her. As she parted, he said, "Come back, my child."
truly a beautiful account. i am really saddened by our Pope's death. but it was a life greatly lived. im sure he would be praying for us all the more, now that he is in heaven with God.
Mar 23, 2005
march 23 05
to make sure they get by with the holy week season, globe telecom sent an sms to their subscribers. it said, "The most meaningful trip this Holy Week is down the Way of the Cross.Take time to reflect.14 stations, 1x/day. Reply with AMEN, P2.50/msg." ha ha ha, funny.
**********************************
to make sure they get by with the holy week season, globe telecom sent an sms to their subscribers. it said, "The most meaningful trip this Holy Week is down the Way of the Cross.Take time to reflect.14 stations, 1x/day. Reply with AMEN, P2.50/msg." ha ha ha, funny.
**********************************
Mar 5, 2005
march 5 2005
im sooo happy these days that my smile reaches to my ears. i am februarys employee of the month! just 3 or 4 days ago i was blogging on how tough the competition was with unexpected teams going up on the ranks. well, we didnt make the 3 consecutive month of being on top. but we were still winners for fighting and trying our best. and im glad to say that we played the perfect game. and unexpectedly too, i emerged a winner in some way or another, for being the employee of the month for the toughest period ever. so, i just thought maybe i ought to reward myself this time.
so heres a cute reward for myself -
in my mind and in my heart, i know that the recognition i got was the very gift itself. im so thankful to God, because He gave me this gift in what He deems is the perfect time. im forgetting their words "its long over due". im sure i deserve this today more than yesterday.
im sooo happy these days that my smile reaches to my ears. i am februarys employee of the month! just 3 or 4 days ago i was blogging on how tough the competition was with unexpected teams going up on the ranks. well, we didnt make the 3 consecutive month of being on top. but we were still winners for fighting and trying our best. and im glad to say that we played the perfect game. and unexpectedly too, i emerged a winner in some way or another, for being the employee of the month for the toughest period ever. so, i just thought maybe i ought to reward myself this time.
so heres a cute reward for myself -
in my mind and in my heart, i know that the recognition i got was the very gift itself. im so thankful to God, because He gave me this gift in what He deems is the perfect time. im forgetting their words "its long over due". im sure i deserve this today more than yesterday.
Mar 1, 2005
march 1 2005
we had a bargain with GOD last week. me and kathy. just a week more of a hundred percent QA LORD and then, we could fail for the next week. and the week after that. we sure were bargaining. it took our team the titans to be the number one team for 2 consecutive months- december and january. last week, we were running 2nd for the month of february already. blame it on our team manager, kokoy, who was using words like "this is our playing field" or "never did it happen that a team garnered three consecutive months of being number 1" or "this is where we are" or "we are up/down by point..." . the ultimate and scariest thing he posted in our bulletin board. it says - "WIN or lose, WE PLAYED THE BEST GAME".Ugh. the word lose was lost in the swirling designs. so the word win was magnified 100 times! plus that smug look of kokoy. its downright scary because it seems that he really believed in us. for once in my whole stay with this company, i have never thought of doing my best, as in my best till last week. at the end of the day, we all have horrible stories of what we thought were failed calls. we were paranoid to the highest level. its stretched our patience a mile long to forced humility. we were forced to be prisoners by our very selves. hey, what else can we do? most englishmen are snotty, racist and mean. we kept ourselves humble last week by being a true runner. yeah right.
and then i got a hundred percent QA. and kathy too. i can never thank GOD enough. we were blessed as always. it paved off after all. whew... if we made it to number 1, we still dont know yet. three of our team mates failed. we sympathize with them. i know how that must have felt. but the good news is we all played the game well, regardless of what kokoy and the other people think, we played the game the best way we can. this week i intend not to entertain the least pressure from work. and i really mean it.
Feb 26, 2005
No more talk of darkness,
Forget these wide-eyed fears,
Im here nothing can harm you
my words will warm and calm you
Let me be your freedom
let daylight dry your tears
Im here with you, beside you to guard you to guide you...
Then say youll love me...every winter moment,
turn my head with talk of summertime
say you need me with you now and always
promise me that all you say is true
that's all I ask of you
Let me be your shelter
let me be your light
you're safe no one will find you
your fears are far behind you...
all I want is freedom a world with no more night,
and you, always beside me to hold me, and to hide me
then say youll share with me one love, one life time
let me lead you for your solitude
say you need me with you here beside you
anywhere you go... let me go too
Christine that’s all I ask of you
Christine that’s all I ask of you
say youll share with me one love one lifetime
say the word and I will follow you..
share each day with me each night each morning
say you love me....you know I do
Love me thats all I ask of you
Dec 25, 2004
Dec 15, 2004
dec 15 04
i earned myself a shopping spree last friday for getting two weeks of hundred percent QA. i was on vacation leave too which surprisingly was granted to me by my team manager at the last minute. i was denied twice for the vacation leaves i earlier applied for which were for every fridays of december. i was crazy to even think i could file vacation leaves for the oh-so-busy month of december. but what could i do? i just needed a break and have my christmas shopping done. in an instant though, after days of worrying and finally giving in to my desperate case, a miracle was bound to happen. i was to take my remaining vacation leaves each week for this month and that would include the 2 fridays that i was denied of. ha ha, what a treat. so i got the fridays alright but have i really gotten the money to spend for the planned shopping? uh oh..
consider this: i have 12 inaanaks, most of them visits me once a year and that is at christmas day. the ritual starts when my kumares will call me over the phone and will remind me that they will drop by the house on the 25th. and it never fails. they always do.
next, my friends and colleagues in the office. less than 20. not that they are expecting gifts from me though. i just want to give something for those friends whom i have shared the year with.
and then my family- my mom and my siblings. ofcourse this has got to be special especially for my mom. i rarely give her something so i want it to be really sweet this christmas.
so that's the scenario. i see a bleak future for someone earning so little, who could not even buy something good for herself. well maybe except for the second-hand books which are real treasures anyway.
the intended shopping did not happen last friday. my sis and i just made it to the movies. we had a laughing spree with bridget jones instead.
this thursday, im looking forward to my last vacation leave for the year. good luck to me.
Dec 11, 2004
dec 10 '04
i read the last entry i wrote here and i felt disappointed with myself. writing negatively about someone who was nice enough to greet me or invite me even to her wedding besides that fact that she really doesnt know me at all, except that we attended 1 class, just one class together in college. and she did find time to talk to me. the unpopular me. i was snotty and judgemental and mean. if this is one sloppy way of apologizing, then i hope im forgiven.
i read the last entry i wrote here and i felt disappointed with myself. writing negatively about someone who was nice enough to greet me or invite me even to her wedding besides that fact that she really doesnt know me at all, except that we attended 1 class, just one class together in college. and she did find time to talk to me. the unpopular me. i was snotty and judgemental and mean. if this is one sloppy way of apologizing, then i hope im forgiven.
Dec 6, 2004
dec 6 '04
i met a school mate last friday while i was on my way home. i knew we shared one class together. one semester for one subject. when i saw her approaching, i was readying myself to smile, just to let her know that i recognize her. the funny thing was, when she saw me, she sort of put her hands to her mouth and said," uuy, kumusta ka na?!" i was quite surprised by her very bright greeting but i replied," ah, im okay". i was being questioned by a person i rarely spoke with when i was in college, not because i chose to but because we only had one class together.come to think of it, did i even speak to her in that class coz we we're numbering 50? i dont know for sure. she was firing questions that i answered promptly. saan ka na nagtratrabaho, ilang years ka na dun, may asawa ka na ba. it was a weird situation to be in. i asked her the same questions. she wasn't working anymore, got a job once but quit, and that she was getting married this december. she asked me to come to her wedding and told me the details- what day, what church, where the reception is taking place. i was thinking it was probably out of courtesy that she was mentioning all these things, but no i was wrong. when she asked me my landline number, i knew she wasnt a bit of joking. okay, fine, a wedding invitation from someone i dont even know. not even her name. hello? how weirder could it be? she was teasing me as if we were long lost friends. she was telling me that i could get lucky catching the bouquet of flowers she'll be throwing. yeah right. the thing was, i wasn't the only one who felt that the whole thing was strange. or that "she" was strange. her cousin was staring at "her" as if she's from the outer space. at last i felt the conversation was gonna end. she said, on top of it all, " anong ngang pangalan mo ulit?". "huh? ako? ah, angie. cge, alis na ko, cge.". i didnt bother asking her name. i just walked away puzzled. i couldnt take it if if it gets any bizarre than it already was.
i met a school mate last friday while i was on my way home. i knew we shared one class together. one semester for one subject. when i saw her approaching, i was readying myself to smile, just to let her know that i recognize her. the funny thing was, when she saw me, she sort of put her hands to her mouth and said," uuy, kumusta ka na?!" i was quite surprised by her very bright greeting but i replied," ah, im okay". i was being questioned by a person i rarely spoke with when i was in college, not because i chose to but because we only had one class together.come to think of it, did i even speak to her in that class coz we we're numbering 50? i dont know for sure. she was firing questions that i answered promptly. saan ka na nagtratrabaho, ilang years ka na dun, may asawa ka na ba. it was a weird situation to be in. i asked her the same questions. she wasn't working anymore, got a job once but quit, and that she was getting married this december. she asked me to come to her wedding and told me the details- what day, what church, where the reception is taking place. i was thinking it was probably out of courtesy that she was mentioning all these things, but no i was wrong. when she asked me my landline number, i knew she wasnt a bit of joking. okay, fine, a wedding invitation from someone i dont even know. not even her name. hello? how weirder could it be? she was teasing me as if we were long lost friends. she was telling me that i could get lucky catching the bouquet of flowers she'll be throwing. yeah right. the thing was, i wasn't the only one who felt that the whole thing was strange. or that "she" was strange. her cousin was staring at "her" as if she's from the outer space. at last i felt the conversation was gonna end. she said, on top of it all, " anong ngang pangalan mo ulit?". "huh? ako? ah, angie. cge, alis na ko, cge.". i didnt bother asking her name. i just walked away puzzled. i couldnt take it if if it gets any bizarre than it already was.
Nov 28, 2004
nov. 28 '04
Forgetfulness
by Billy Collins
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never
even heard of,
as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.
Long ago you kissed the nine Muses goodbye and
watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,
something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.
Whatever it is you are struggling to remember it is not poised
on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.
It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.
No wonder you rise in the middle of the night to look up
the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.
Forgetfulness
by Billy Collins
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never
even heard of,
as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.
Long ago you kissed the nine Muses goodbye and
watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,
something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.
Whatever it is you are struggling to remember it is not poised
on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.
It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.
No wonder you rise in the middle of the night to look up
the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.
Nov 26, 2004
nov 24 '04
i am greatly enjoying reading kerismith blog most esp her wish jar tales. the "10 things i learned from the Ya Ya's " is a great read. its all so simply laid out- the ways on living creatively.
she cites that "your life is your art". that "what we do naturally, everyday, is the greatest source". whats nice about it is that you'll be inspired and enthused to do creative things in your life. most of the time, i feel a need to read or watch something inspirational, something happy and positive. with all the sad things going on in this world or to my world, i need to unwind and loosen up a bit. its nice discovering those kind of blogs. keri's writings and artwork is simple but meaningful. you know how we are oftentimes guilty of writing to please others, or how we wanted to be someone else or to be better. she on the otherhand, has developed to just write what ever she feels is right, to be herself as much as she can. i can go all day just reading her blog and just admiring her ideas.
in the same way that i am so into anything oprahs. her shows none of which i have found boring, her choice of books - which i am collecting, (my faves are "Angela's Ashes" and "She's Come Undone". anything oprah. i sound pretty old, with what im writing but its true. i love wit plus wisdom. inspirationals. words like roses and sunsets, meadows and mountains, moon, stars, and clouds, pristine waters, white sandy beaches, majestic lakes, quiet lazy afternoons, starlit skies.
i could go on and on. i just love beautiful and happy words. i want to be happy.
i am greatly enjoying reading kerismith blog most esp her wish jar tales. the "10 things i learned from the Ya Ya's " is a great read. its all so simply laid out- the ways on living creatively.
she cites that "your life is your art". that "what we do naturally, everyday, is the greatest source". whats nice about it is that you'll be inspired and enthused to do creative things in your life. most of the time, i feel a need to read or watch something inspirational, something happy and positive. with all the sad things going on in this world or to my world, i need to unwind and loosen up a bit. its nice discovering those kind of blogs. keri's writings and artwork is simple but meaningful. you know how we are oftentimes guilty of writing to please others, or how we wanted to be someone else or to be better. she on the otherhand, has developed to just write what ever she feels is right, to be herself as much as she can. i can go all day just reading her blog and just admiring her ideas.
in the same way that i am so into anything oprahs. her shows none of which i have found boring, her choice of books - which i am collecting, (my faves are "Angela's Ashes" and "She's Come Undone". anything oprah. i sound pretty old, with what im writing but its true. i love wit plus wisdom. inspirationals. words like roses and sunsets, meadows and mountains, moon, stars, and clouds, pristine waters, white sandy beaches, majestic lakes, quiet lazy afternoons, starlit skies.
i could go on and on. i just love beautiful and happy words. i want to be happy.
Nov 21, 2004
nov 21 '04
i know in my heart that when i type the words ' i miss blogging' , that im creating my number one understatement of the year. im missin blogging and everything that comes with it especially reading my favorite blogs where they take me to their favorite blogs to their favorites' favorite and so on. its unbounded adventure. from ultra-dramatic, to ridiculously childish, from rock punk to melodramatic, from realistic to poetic. name it- students, office slaves, writers, computer geniuses, housewives, business people, sad people, happy people. there are hopefuls, suicidals, religious, atheists, insomniacs, romantics. the list goes on and on. so enough for the missin, i'm glad im back.
things happen in your life that you'll know you can never jot down. not only because you cant, but because its so many you dont how to start. now this is funny..for a boring person like me wondering how to jot "all" things down! ha ha! anyway, if you consider yourself a diarist, not a writer, mind you, you'll know what i mean. so, the diarist in me is frustrated coz things happened that i have not written. and right now is not the time to write it either. so things have passed and i have "enoughed" on missing blogging, and still, i cant stop.
STOP.
i woke up to a beautiful sunday. later, ill be out for a walk with a friend..
i know in my heart that when i type the words ' i miss blogging' , that im creating my number one understatement of the year. im missin blogging and everything that comes with it especially reading my favorite blogs where they take me to their favorite blogs to their favorites' favorite and so on. its unbounded adventure. from ultra-dramatic, to ridiculously childish, from rock punk to melodramatic, from realistic to poetic. name it- students, office slaves, writers, computer geniuses, housewives, business people, sad people, happy people. there are hopefuls, suicidals, religious, atheists, insomniacs, romantics. the list goes on and on. so enough for the missin, i'm glad im back.
things happen in your life that you'll know you can never jot down. not only because you cant, but because its so many you dont how to start. now this is funny..for a boring person like me wondering how to jot "all" things down! ha ha! anyway, if you consider yourself a diarist, not a writer, mind you, you'll know what i mean. so, the diarist in me is frustrated coz things happened that i have not written. and right now is not the time to write it either. so things have passed and i have "enoughed" on missing blogging, and still, i cant stop.
STOP.
i woke up to a beautiful sunday. later, ill be out for a walk with a friend..
Sep 29, 2004
sep 29 04
as i open the front door of our house for the first time today, i smile. maybe its the overcast sky. or the just the newborn kittens snuggled to their mother cat at the side of our house. or really just the thought of having better days ahead. i dont know maybe it comes with age, the older you get, the more you become a grateful person. and in a weeks time, ill be older. im not there yet, but there are a million things im already grateful for.
as i open the front door of our house for the first time today, i smile. maybe its the overcast sky. or the just the newborn kittens snuggled to their mother cat at the side of our house. or really just the thought of having better days ahead. i dont know maybe it comes with age, the older you get, the more you become a grateful person. and in a weeks time, ill be older. im not there yet, but there are a million things im already grateful for.
Sep 8, 2004
sep 08 '04
You are most Like A Sapphire !Dark, mysterious - but unforgettable. You have
deepbeauty. Delicate, and shy you try to stay away from
thelimelight but often your intelligence puts you in
at thedeep end. You're like a Sapphire, because, your
beauty is priceless.You're intelligent, full of opinions, and not
big-headed about it all.Sometimes you need to put yourself out there, as
you can be a bit shy.Congratulations ... You're the mysterious gem
everybody wants to have and learn more about.
?? Which Precious Gem Are You ??
brought to you by Quizilla
You are most Like A Sapphire !Dark, mysterious - but unforgettable. You have
deepbeauty. Delicate, and shy you try to stay away from
thelimelight but often your intelligence puts you in
at thedeep end. You're like a Sapphire, because, your
beauty is priceless.You're intelligent, full of opinions, and not
big-headed about it all.Sometimes you need to put yourself out there, as
you can be a bit shy.Congratulations ... You're the mysterious gem
everybody wants to have and learn more about.
?? Which Precious Gem Are You ??
brought to you by Quizilla
Sep 7, 2004
***one funny poem from Billy Collins***
Litany
You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.
It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.
I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.
I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--the wine.
Sep 6, 2004
september 6, 2004
there is self imposed guilt when one neglects updating his blog. its not that everyone is eagerly waiting to read what little things are happening to your life. its the bond you formed with your blog the day you choose to have one. to jot a piece of you that you're freely flaunting the world. and by that self-imposed law, im guilty. it has always been easier to be the reader. you become an obsessed reader of blogs- from all walks of life, of various cultural, educational background. all these reading of wonderful and not-so-wonderful blogs, and at the back of your mind, you're figuring how theyd written it all up. youd either hate/love them for being so damned good writers or for being the master of all webmsters. and then your dreams are woven subtly by all this reading. "i can be like them too, maybe better." like a teenage dreamer. sometimes, i turn to be one.
Aug 19, 2004
august 19, 2004
as i grow older, i have come to appreciate and love my parents more. never mind the days when i was slapped because i didnt eat vegetables or i didnt wear the dress my mom wanted me to wear. or the times my sisters and i were fighting, kicking and boxing each other over some stupid things. or the times when we watched tv on a school day. or back in teenage days wherein i was grounded because i sneaked with my girlfriends for a gimik at greenhills. its all so subtle, the way ive come to change my view about my parents over the years. we think we know them enough when we're little. they love us, and that was all. when we finally know how immeasurable love is, or how complicated the word love is, we'll know better. there are pieces of them we dont understand. their childhood for instance. or their thoughts. their feelings. while i know my parents are not perfect, i know they tried. and that has made the difference to me- to know that they try to be the best.
**********************
here is a book that would likely decode da vinci's.
Aug 9, 2004
August 8, 2004
the one person that surprises me the most is no other than myself. sometimes we do certain things just for the heck and fun of it. well for me though, my friends has got to be the biggest part or influence. how do you deal with friends who are so fun, cool, confident and downright adventurous anyway? you become a part of them, you have connected in someway or another and made you do fun things that you were forever dreaming of doing but never had the guts to do so. so when ruchie and kira decided to walk on stage to sing, ( after a long day of work, we went to makati republic to unwind), i knew they had me going. kathy and i were roaring with laughter at first. but when kathy heard a favorite, she just ran on stage and left me strucked with surprise. i watched them three singing- ruchie looking like an all time performer doing the eyes-closing-thing while singing! while kira and kathy doing their best to sing, being the chuwariwariwaps when the moment arose. ha ha ha! they looked outrageously funny! i did not mention that the place wasnt even half filled. there were less than fifty people there so it didnt matter that I followed them on stage, grabbed the microphone with my shaking hands and sit uncomfortably on the high chair and did my best to sing insensitive and runaway! and there were a couple more songs that i sang (well i hope it did sound singing) with them. and i knew it was enough. after that, my insides were aching from laughing and yet the long exhausting day of work suddenly gone. vanished. and thats just with one night of unwinding, surprises, singing, bonding and most of all friendship.
Aug 4, 2004
august 5, 2004
sometimes i forget that time flies by so fast. it just seems yesterday when i was so "gaga" over the f4 especially jerry yan. i was getting all infos about them thru the net, joining fan groups, getting anything that has f4 logo on it, including meteor garden seasons 1 and 2, meteor rain series, their albums, vcd concerts, f4 magazines, songbooks, memorabilias- buttons, pins. name it. wallpapers. i did make albums, scrapbooks (print artist) even. it was my life that i have to be in their concerts, shouting like a loose teenager having the grandest day in her life. i even named my blog after their show, claiming that im a catcher of meteors. not to mention my sudden choice of buying bench products...oh how high school can one be.. i was known to be the f4 fanatic to my colleagues and friends. and i lived it.
now, ive missed whats going on in their lives. i havent been able to login to my groups. i do check out stardust from time to time though. its ok . i know im bound to be a forever fan though not the die-hard fan i used to be. i still love to ogle at jerry yans pix. and in doing so, i am taken back to a time where life was full of expectations, frenzy and obsession.. and i cant help but laugh.
sometimes i forget that time flies by so fast. it just seems yesterday when i was so "gaga" over the f4 especially jerry yan. i was getting all infos about them thru the net, joining fan groups, getting anything that has f4 logo on it, including meteor garden seasons 1 and 2, meteor rain series, their albums, vcd concerts, f4 magazines, songbooks, memorabilias- buttons, pins. name it. wallpapers. i did make albums, scrapbooks (print artist) even. it was my life that i have to be in their concerts, shouting like a loose teenager having the grandest day in her life. i even named my blog after their show, claiming that im a catcher of meteors. not to mention my sudden choice of buying bench products...oh how high school can one be.. i was known to be the f4 fanatic to my colleagues and friends. and i lived it.
now, ive missed whats going on in their lives. i havent been able to login to my groups. i do check out stardust from time to time though. its ok . i know im bound to be a forever fan though not the die-hard fan i used to be. i still love to ogle at jerry yans pix. and in doing so, i am taken back to a time where life was full of expectations, frenzy and obsession.. and i cant help but laugh.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)