Sunday, 29 March 2009
ZED
Thursday, 19 March 2009
Wine Overdose
As I look between the beer and the iced tea
Pondering which makes more sense
I tremble in my seat
I need a wine
Oh, where's the loo?
A mic comes handy.
Monday, 16 March 2009
Saturday, 14 March 2009
I don't want to pretend that I'm not hurt with my decision. But yes, I have to stand firm protecting myself from getting 'crunched'... I know I'm too selfish to push you away. If I could make you understand how I truly feel, I wouldn't mind getting 'crunched' to the core. But I don't like how it will kill me when slowly the sparks would disappear. So I'm flying away, which means flying away from the comfort of your Big Wings. May you find your little wings somewhere in time.
~nipped.
Sunday, 1 March 2009
Carl Raymon
It's a loot of chocolates and more chocolates from white to dark... Yum! More Japanese goodies, those sweet mochi. Sticky! Of course, Carl Raymon's packs of sausages. A book. An album, set of pictures of places I would like to be at, whenever I feel like thinking and to be secluded from the madding crowd. Oh, there's me! Woot! I have to unpack now before I'd dig memories from the past.
Saturday, 21 February 2009
Sunday, 15 February 2009
Think Of Me
Saturday, 14 February 2009
St. Valentine's
Cheers to everyone, and happy birthday to my sister! And to lovely Odette too, hugs on your birthday.
Like any other Valentine's day, I still opt to be alone than crowd myself to the commercialism of a supposed special day.
***On phone conversation with Kokim...
"Won't there be a solution to your problem of not being sociable? Or but, you wouldn't relate yourself to anybody who is way different to your perspective?"
Whatever it may be, I don't have qualm about it.
Sunday, 1 February 2009
Sunday, 25 January 2009
Singaporean Seafood
Our first course is here already. Just check out the place. It's right in front of Shinagawa station.
Begin forwarded message:
From: <YOU>
Date: 2009年1月22日 2:30:18:JST
To: <ME>
Subject: Is there anybody out there...
Your silence is ice
blue void of cold wisper
of sound anticipated
of cracking hope
Silence. I hear words I wish
and all those I fear
Are you hiding in silence?
Are you lost in pain?
Flap your wings, angel
Make the wind roar
of your will to live
Obstinated fighter.
My heart knows no words... I wish you were here to give me that warmth of your embrace, to kiss the tiny pearls falling down my cheeks.
I am still breathing. Although I find the pressures and responsibilities of life nowadays unbearable. I am still swimming in the surface, scaling that wall.
I have dreamt of you. It was so vivid that I could actually feel you. But I woke up from the reality that you were never around. I gasped for air, because I was crying when your image was slowly fading away from me. I walked my way to the fridge and found my half-drunk glass of milk. I didn't want to remember how I feel so alone in that dream. After I went to the loo, I checked my phone and I've got this. From then, it never stopped raining until all I could remember in the morning how heavy my heart was.
I don't think I will ever see you. And I don't think I will ever be with you.
Saturday, 24 January 2009
Friday, 23 January 2009
Sunday, 11 January 2009
Mishka
To Narita
Off to the airport right now...
I need the eye-shut. I only had 4 hours of sleep. I made a cab reservation, so I have to be prim and proper on the time scheduled. Good thing this cab driver is very kind. He gallantly opened and closed the door for me. He even patiently waited for me downstairs, outside his car in a freezing cold, yet calling me through the interphone if I were ready. But nuh, he picked up a croaking voice.
Now he just let me slip to my dreamy world.
Thank you, Katou-san. Wake me up when we're there already.
I need the eye-shut. I only had 4 hours of sleep. I made a cab reservation, so I have to be prim and proper on the time scheduled. Good thing this cab driver is very kind. He gallantly opened and closed the door for me. He even patiently waited for me downstairs, outside his car in a freezing cold, yet calling me through the interphone if I were ready. But nuh, he picked up a croaking voice.
Now he just let me slip to my dreamy world.
Thank you, Katou-san. Wake me up when we're there already.
Saturday, 10 January 2009
Benri
It means convenient in Japanese. And for the people that surround me, it also means 'yours truly'.
There were times that I would like to give up, during those times that I so wished I was blind and deaf. I was on this threshold of fumigating my frustrations toward them. I could hardly breathe that I have become mute, as it has always been. I've had to be a pillar despite my prostrations.
I may be an ant, without nothing but only hard labor to carry on her back, unconspicuous to what seems a busy life they own. I don't bite like an ant though, you still don't have the right to step on me. However I was never blind nor deaf to your inconveniences.
There were times that I would like to give up, during those times that I so wished I was blind and deaf. I was on this threshold of fumigating my frustrations toward them. I could hardly breathe that I have become mute, as it has always been. I've had to be a pillar despite my prostrations.
I may be an ant, without nothing but only hard labor to carry on her back, unconspicuous to what seems a busy life they own. I don't bite like an ant though, you still don't have the right to step on me. However I was never blind nor deaf to your inconveniences.
Friday, 9 January 2009
Frazzled
"All I can do is be me, whoever that is."
私ができることは、自分自身であること。たとえ自分という存在が、どんな人間であろうとも。
Bob Dylan
ボブ・ディラン
Friday, 2 January 2009
Thursday, 1 January 2009
Thursday, 25 December 2008
The Manila Standard Today
First published 6 June 2008
INTEGRATIONS
Maya Baltazar Herrera
Voyage
There are no children here.
This week, I went to a meeting at the UP School of Economics and came away with renewed belief in the value of the UP experience.
If you speak to anyone from UP – student, professor, alumnus - you will get no Latin slogans or apologies about how the school teaches values inspite of its outward materialism. This is not a student population that thinks about basketball games or memorizes school songs. This is not a school that chooses one statement to drill into the minds of its students.
This is not, of course, to say that UP does not care about values. It is that UP, in its own inimitable way, believes that values cannot be force-fed. The statue of the naked man that guards the entrance to the campus in Diliman best represents UP's approach to all education and the respect for students that is the center of its educational philosophy. All who come to this university, regardless of origin, bring themselves naked, carrying nothing but their thirst; like the proverbial empty teacup, making an offering of self, waiting to be filled.
Adults
For many students from private schools, the first lesson that is learned here is that this is a school for adult education. There are no children here, and that is why no parents are allowed either at freshman orientation or during enlistment.
The spirit of the oblation lies not in a mother or a father offering up his child to the world, it is that of the newly adult, freely offering of his self.
I remember quite vividly that moment that drove home how different the UP education continues to be. It was my daughter's first semester in university and she had invited a group of her high school friends to our house. One of them asked a classmate whether she had gotten her parents permission form approved for that weekend's outreach activity. From the UP population around the table came the mock horrified responses of: "Permission? " and "Outreach?"
I thought about it and realized that all of these students were, in fact, legally adults. I thought it interesting that only the UP students appeared to appreciate this fact.
Even more interesting was the "outreach" comment. I think back to my own university years and the last three years that my daughter has been in UP and am certain there is no lack of civic activity. There are medical missions, house building projects, tree planting, community work and barrio work and so on. I realize now that the reaction was not to the activity as much as it was to the use of the word.
One of the most important differences of the UP campus from all the other campuses my children considered going to is that this campus has no walls. Many parents fear this. They are afraid their precious children will not be protected from the ills of society in a campus that is so open to the rest of the world. But UP is open to the world in more ways than just not having the physical walls.
Community
Being in UP means much more than being a student. This campus is enmeshed in a community. This community is made up not only of the transient population of students who go home at the end of each day. It includes the many, many students who lay their heads on dorm pillows every night, enduring time away from families in the firm belief that this campus will bring them closer to their dreams. This community includes the families of faculty and employees who live on campus. It also includes the many people who do not work for the University, but nevertheless work on campus. This community includes the lady who remembers the brand of cigarette you smoke and automatically hands it to you in the morning. It includes the gentleman who remembers you like pepper on your egg sandwich or the one who knows you will dip your fish balls into two of his sauces and patiently waits for you to eat your three sticks before being paid. It includes the woman who saw all her children through college by selling peanuts every day on campus.
To a UP student, the daily heartbeat of the school is never far away from the realities of the country. The word outreach suggests that civic activity is something outside of the normal, something you do once in a while. It must be immensely difficult to think of community as a thing apart when your campus experience brings you face to face with all of the world's realities every day.
Character
All of this probably explains that unmistakable sense of self that you will find from students who come from this campus. Here is a campus where all have the same opportunities to learn. But, also, here is a campus that will give all the same opportunities to fail. There are no guidance counselors who will chase after you because you have been skipping classes. The attitude this university takes is that you must take the initiative – for learning, for seeking help, for realizing you need help.
That is not to say that no help exists. But it is help that is not forced upon you.
This is a university rich in both introspection and conversation. On this campus, the student is constantly exposed to people – faculty, administrators, community members, other students – who care deeply and passionately about the world. The conversations are almost never purely cerebral. A single graph can provoke comments about government policy and its effects on people.
As a result, UP is home to a student population that looks at the world and cares. It is easy to see pictures of protesting students and dismiss it as radicalism. But there are few campuses in this country where students go beyond a passing curiosity about what is happening in the world beyond their own lives. There are even fewer universities where students not only care but also actually believe they have a responsibility to make a difference – not in some hazy future – today.
And that, I believe, is what truly forges character. Character is not molded by speeches or long classes in ethics or theology. Character grows from within. It begins by being handed the keys to your own self and being told you are in charge; you now have power over yourself and your own actions – and with that power, you take on responsibilities.
Each student in this university goes through his own unique voyage of discovery. On this voyage, as he decides what he cares about, what he will fight for and what he will sacrifice, he crafts his own personal values. That is what education is truly about.
First published 6 June 2008
INTEGRATIONS
Maya Baltazar Herrera
Voyage
There are no children here.
This week, I went to a meeting at the UP School of Economics and came away with renewed belief in the value of the UP experience.
If you speak to anyone from UP – student, professor, alumnus - you will get no Latin slogans or apologies about how the school teaches values inspite of its outward materialism. This is not a student population that thinks about basketball games or memorizes school songs. This is not a school that chooses one statement to drill into the minds of its students.
This is not, of course, to say that UP does not care about values. It is that UP, in its own inimitable way, believes that values cannot be force-fed. The statue of the naked man that guards the entrance to the campus in Diliman best represents UP's approach to all education and the respect for students that is the center of its educational philosophy. All who come to this university, regardless of origin, bring themselves naked, carrying nothing but their thirst; like the proverbial empty teacup, making an offering of self, waiting to be filled.
Adults
For many students from private schools, the first lesson that is learned here is that this is a school for adult education. There are no children here, and that is why no parents are allowed either at freshman orientation or during enlistment.
The spirit of the oblation lies not in a mother or a father offering up his child to the world, it is that of the newly adult, freely offering of his self.
I remember quite vividly that moment that drove home how different the UP education continues to be. It was my daughter's first semester in university and she had invited a group of her high school friends to our house. One of them asked a classmate whether she had gotten her parents permission form approved for that weekend's outreach activity. From the UP population around the table came the mock horrified responses of: "Permission? " and "Outreach?"
I thought about it and realized that all of these students were, in fact, legally adults. I thought it interesting that only the UP students appeared to appreciate this fact.
Even more interesting was the "outreach" comment. I think back to my own university years and the last three years that my daughter has been in UP and am certain there is no lack of civic activity. There are medical missions, house building projects, tree planting, community work and barrio work and so on. I realize now that the reaction was not to the activity as much as it was to the use of the word.
One of the most important differences of the UP campus from all the other campuses my children considered going to is that this campus has no walls. Many parents fear this. They are afraid their precious children will not be protected from the ills of society in a campus that is so open to the rest of the world. But UP is open to the world in more ways than just not having the physical walls.
Community
Being in UP means much more than being a student. This campus is enmeshed in a community. This community is made up not only of the transient population of students who go home at the end of each day. It includes the many, many students who lay their heads on dorm pillows every night, enduring time away from families in the firm belief that this campus will bring them closer to their dreams. This community includes the families of faculty and employees who live on campus. It also includes the many people who do not work for the University, but nevertheless work on campus. This community includes the lady who remembers the brand of cigarette you smoke and automatically hands it to you in the morning. It includes the gentleman who remembers you like pepper on your egg sandwich or the one who knows you will dip your fish balls into two of his sauces and patiently waits for you to eat your three sticks before being paid. It includes the woman who saw all her children through college by selling peanuts every day on campus.
To a UP student, the daily heartbeat of the school is never far away from the realities of the country. The word outreach suggests that civic activity is something outside of the normal, something you do once in a while. It must be immensely difficult to think of community as a thing apart when your campus experience brings you face to face with all of the world's realities every day.
Character
All of this probably explains that unmistakable sense of self that you will find from students who come from this campus. Here is a campus where all have the same opportunities to learn. But, also, here is a campus that will give all the same opportunities to fail. There are no guidance counselors who will chase after you because you have been skipping classes. The attitude this university takes is that you must take the initiative – for learning, for seeking help, for realizing you need help.
That is not to say that no help exists. But it is help that is not forced upon you.
This is a university rich in both introspection and conversation. On this campus, the student is constantly exposed to people – faculty, administrators, community members, other students – who care deeply and passionately about the world. The conversations are almost never purely cerebral. A single graph can provoke comments about government policy and its effects on people.
As a result, UP is home to a student population that looks at the world and cares. It is easy to see pictures of protesting students and dismiss it as radicalism. But there are few campuses in this country where students go beyond a passing curiosity about what is happening in the world beyond their own lives. There are even fewer universities where students not only care but also actually believe they have a responsibility to make a difference – not in some hazy future – today.
And that, I believe, is what truly forges character. Character is not molded by speeches or long classes in ethics or theology. Character grows from within. It begins by being handed the keys to your own self and being told you are in charge; you now have power over yourself and your own actions – and with that power, you take on responsibilities.
Each student in this university goes through his own unique voyage of discovery. On this voyage, as he decides what he cares about, what he will fight for and what he will sacrifice, he crafts his own personal values. That is what education is truly about.
Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another. She will be another. Like my kisses before.
Her void. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my should is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
~Pablo Neruda
Write, for example,’The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another. She will be another. Like my kisses before.
Her void. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my should is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
~Pablo Neruda
Wednesday, 24 December 2008
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Wednesday, 17 December 2008
Fwd: bookF1.com - Christmas Newsletter
Anyone who's thinking of sending me a gift package this Christmas, you might want to consider this option. I will, of course, not complain about it :p
Begin forwarded message:
Begin forwarded message:
From: support@bookf1.com
Date: December 17, 2008 9:47:47 PM JST
To: marrihliesse@yahoo.com
Subject: bookF1.com - Christmas Newsletter
Christmas Presents
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We'll continue sending out certificates and vouchers until 23rd December, just in case you're running late.
New Race Openings
I'm pleased to advise that in the last month we have also opened sales for Bahrain, Italy, Japan, and Brazil. This means that tickets for the majority of 2009 races are now on sale. Check out the bottom of this email for a complete season list.
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2009 Paddock Club tickets are now on sale! For further information and prices, see our VIP and hospitality tickets page.
Transport And Parking
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Merry Christmas
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Monday, 15 December 2008
Grip
I can't put into words what's really bothering me these days. I don't like my job, but if I would have to quit now I will be more lost. I am exhausted. I am depressed. I hope I'm still sane. Am I missing anything? And if I make sense at all, ain't I?
Thursday, 11 December 2008
The Alphabets
A. Attached or single? Attached to myself.
B. Best friend? In my lifeline... Lae and Gneiss in Illinois. Don in Singapore. Kokim, Naomi and Tatsurou in Japan, Tobias in Europe. By the way, you can still submit your resume. A decade or two await your full service.
C. Cake or pie? Cake, chocolate cake.
D. Day of choice? Sunday.
E. Essential item/s? Inside my bag... a prayer booklet and the holy rosary, my pink digicam and black iphone, usb, lip balm and milk cream, pen and small notebook, wet tissue and pads, my personal stamp and still the old green passport, electronic dictionary/tool whenever I'm lost in translation, some vitamins and hemoglobin tablets, wallet and a wallet for cards, and oh, itouch and chocolates.
F. Favorite color? Pink.
G. Gummy bears or worms? Both.
H. Hometown? Pagadian City, Philippines. Google map, quick!
I. Favorite indulgence? Books, chocolate and ice cream, milk lotion.
J. January or July? Well, I can't relate. Can I opt for April?
K. Kids? Coooming soon, yet soon. Wait, seven years ago I thought it was the right season to nest. I thought it was the ideal age to cuddle my own mini-me :) But only I waited for a divine intervention that happened thousands of years ago.
L. Life isn’t complete without? ...me being complete.
M. Marriage date? Please wait for the next attraction :p
N. Number of magazine subscriptions: I don't invest on RD and the Times anymore.
O. Oranges or apples? I can't make a choice.
P. Phobias? Getting drown. I can't swim without a life vest, honest! But I can float or bloat :p
Q. Quotes? God is the strength of my heart.
R. Reasons to smile? Life is beautiful in spite of its literary irony and the flattery of human follies.
S. Season of choice? Spring.
T. Tag 5 people. I grab this from donG. So anyone, please yourself.
U. Unknown fact about me? I still want to keep it for myself, even if it's also unknown to me.
V. Vegetable? Tomatoes. Any green or color as long as I could gobble it down.
W. Worst habit? Bags. Books. Chocolates. Couch-potato. Dancing. Derision of wit. Gibberish. Growing up. Henpeck persistently at God knows who. Hit the road and getting lost. Insomnia. Jack Osbourne wannabe. Learning. Lethargic/super-lazy sometimes. Milk lotion. OCD. Persistent, did I say that again? Rapt in thoughts. Sarcasm. Shoes. Singing. Sleeping. This list could go on... I think I'm the worst habit myself.
X. X-ray or ultrasound? My first memory of x-ray was when I was 6 years old. There was an accident, and I suffered a fractured bone in my left leg. With ultrasound, I went back and fro to a gynecologist since I first had my red blot on my skirt. My ovary's troubled. Whatever, but did I go through the deep heat? Poor brain fizzle out.
Y. Your favorite foods? I can't specifically point my favorite. I love to eat though it doesn't show :p Oh, I love seafood.
Z. Zodiac sign? Aries.
B. Best friend? In my lifeline... Lae and Gneiss in Illinois. Don in Singapore. Kokim, Naomi and Tatsurou in Japan, Tobias in Europe. By the way, you can still submit your resume. A decade or two await your full service.
C. Cake or pie? Cake, chocolate cake.
D. Day of choice? Sunday.
E. Essential item/s? Inside my bag... a prayer booklet and the holy rosary, my pink digicam and black iphone, usb, lip balm and milk cream, pen and small notebook, wet tissue and pads, my personal stamp and still the old green passport, electronic dictionary/tool whenever I'm lost in translation, some vitamins and hemoglobin tablets, wallet and a wallet for cards, and oh, itouch and chocolates.
F. Favorite color? Pink.
G. Gummy bears or worms? Both.
H. Hometown? Pagadian City, Philippines. Google map, quick!
I. Favorite indulgence? Books, chocolate and ice cream, milk lotion.
J. January or July? Well, I can't relate. Can I opt for April?
K. Kids? Coooming soon, yet soon. Wait, seven years ago I thought it was the right season to nest. I thought it was the ideal age to cuddle my own mini-me :) But only I waited for a divine intervention that happened thousands of years ago.
L. Life isn’t complete without? ...me being complete.
M. Marriage date? Please wait for the next attraction :p
N. Number of magazine subscriptions: I don't invest on RD and the Times anymore.
O. Oranges or apples? I can't make a choice.
P. Phobias? Getting drown. I can't swim without a life vest, honest! But I can float or bloat :p
Q. Quotes? God is the strength of my heart.
R. Reasons to smile? Life is beautiful in spite of its literary irony and the flattery of human follies.
S. Season of choice? Spring.
T. Tag 5 people. I grab this from donG. So anyone, please yourself.
U. Unknown fact about me? I still want to keep it for myself, even if it's also unknown to me.
V. Vegetable? Tomatoes. Any green or color as long as I could gobble it down.
W. Worst habit? Bags. Books. Chocolates. Couch-potato. Dancing. Derision of wit. Gibberish. Growing up. Henpeck persistently at God knows who. Hit the road and getting lost. Insomnia. Jack Osbourne wannabe. Learning. Lethargic/super-lazy sometimes. Milk lotion. OCD. Persistent, did I say that again? Rapt in thoughts. Sarcasm. Shoes. Singing. Sleeping. This list could go on... I think I'm the worst habit myself.
X. X-ray or ultrasound? My first memory of x-ray was when I was 6 years old. There was an accident, and I suffered a fractured bone in my left leg. With ultrasound, I went back and fro to a gynecologist since I first had my red blot on my skirt. My ovary's troubled. Whatever, but did I go through the deep heat? Poor brain fizzle out.
Y. Your favorite foods? I can't specifically point my favorite. I love to eat though it doesn't show :p Oh, I love seafood.
Z. Zodiac sign? Aries.
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
Each Time
I was just blog surfing when I stumbled onto this. It reminds me of a dear friend, Rosee, who would always scream whenever this song's aired on the radio. She'd wake up the whole house in the early morning and disturb the croon of a good night sleep. My door was right next to hers, so I would always end up rushing to her side ever willing to come to her aid, only to comfort her high-pitched giggling and progressive addiction to the song, and that I was powerless to stop her euphoric state of the moment. But I love her just like that.
I so miss Browngate, the most coveted place in UP Cebu neighborhood. It was when I was there. Winks. Really it sheltered 12 creative young minds, a dwelling of qualities that delight the sense of sight. I just got lucky to be part of this harem. Anywho, I miss these girls a heap.
I so miss Browngate, the most coveted place in UP Cebu neighborhood. It was when I was there. Winks. Really it sheltered 12 creative young minds, a dwelling of qualities that delight the sense of sight. I just got lucky to be part of this harem. Anywho, I miss these girls a heap.
Bestfriend's Prayer
I am sensing just the deepest cuts of your heart as of this moment.
I cannot quite put a finger on what it is, but gut-feeling tells me it's more than what you are saying and not saying.
Always, remember my love, that I am always willing to listen to whatever it is that you need to spill just for the sake of spilling, no judgements nor criticisms will ever come from me.
In your tears, however wet your blankets may get, I am there with you in your sorrows.
I am constantly thinking of how you are and how you are faring with your battles, even as I am sure you are already winning as we speak.
Take your time to grieve for whatever, and until you are ready to share, I am more than a welcoming ear. I will give you the warmest hug that has seemed to be in utter oblivion between us these past 3 years.
I say prayers for your safety and your heart that seem to always grapple emotions so heartbreaking.
I pray for rest, that you may find it in your aloneness in Him, who gives us more than rest, the peace that our hungry hearts clamor for.
I pray that He continue to wipe your tears dry, as you shudder from the situations you are facing.
I applaud in the strength that you constantly muster, it is only through Him that you are facing life boldly in the face.
I am here, so ever willing to listen.
I am backing you up in prayer my friend.
God is leading you to do whatever it is that is necessary. Go with His confidence.
I love you.
You're not alone.
I cannot quite put a finger on what it is, but gut-feeling tells me it's more than what you are saying and not saying.
Always, remember my love, that I am always willing to listen to whatever it is that you need to spill just for the sake of spilling, no judgements nor criticisms will ever come from me.
In your tears, however wet your blankets may get, I am there with you in your sorrows.
I am constantly thinking of how you are and how you are faring with your battles, even as I am sure you are already winning as we speak.
Take your time to grieve for whatever, and until you are ready to share, I am more than a welcoming ear. I will give you the warmest hug that has seemed to be in utter oblivion between us these past 3 years.
I say prayers for your safety and your heart that seem to always grapple emotions so heartbreaking.
I pray for rest, that you may find it in your aloneness in Him, who gives us more than rest, the peace that our hungry hearts clamor for.
I pray that He continue to wipe your tears dry, as you shudder from the situations you are facing.
I applaud in the strength that you constantly muster, it is only through Him that you are facing life boldly in the face.
I am here, so ever willing to listen.
I am backing you up in prayer my friend.
God is leading you to do whatever it is that is necessary. Go with His confidence.
I love you.
You're not alone.
Monday, 1 December 2008
i-Motion
While on the road... Mt. Fuji. The only decent shot I could manage using my mobile.
Sunday, 30 November 2008
Winter Sonata
All I want for Christmas is my MR passport. Anyone from the Philippine embassy should better send it to me soon. I have a family in Korea that is expecting for my gracious presence during the holidays. I shan't turn my back from them. Besides the benefit and the wonderful memories I will be sharing with my foster family, what if "this is gonna be it"? My Korean love affair. Please screw your own lives but mine.
I'm not really into chinky-eyed Adonis. However there was this one guy who caught my fancy. All I ever knew about him was he's EurAsian, and that he's Daniel. Like in every rush hour, the short-lived vacation, so went my fleeting moments with him.
Now ladies and gentlemen, grand jury members, board of trustees, ministers or knights of the round table, your highness and majesty... I come humbly before you all, that, I may be granted a flicker of hope... Deliver my passport now, or I'll put your office to a burning flare.
I'm not really into chinky-eyed Adonis. However there was this one guy who caught my fancy. All I ever knew about him was he's EurAsian, and that he's Daniel. Like in every rush hour, the short-lived vacation, so went my fleeting moments with him.
Now ladies and gentlemen, grand jury members, board of trustees, ministers or knights of the round table, your highness and majesty... I come humbly before you all, that, I may be granted a flicker of hope... Deliver my passport now, or I'll put your office to a burning flare.
Thursday, 27 November 2008
Tuesday, 25 November 2008
House Cleaning
I can't fall asleep yet. So help me, God. It's 1:28 in the wee hours already, and I'm still doing the vacuum... the laundry bin's spinning... water is filling up my tub right now. Oh sleep, when do you come and visit me? I am so worn out with insomnia lately.
Sunday, 23 November 2008
For My Sake
Roppongi blues; past 2am and your shutters wouldn't just let you... Forget the exam, let's cram for something else instead...
Friday, 21 November 2008
Busy As Bee-bot
Because I am moving out soon! If you'd take a look what's going on inside my tiny palace is a litter here and a clutter there. Well, I don't care. I'm frantic!
Thursday, 20 November 2008
Ice-Cream Headache
"A thinker but not necessarily a doer".♥ I don’t want to sound over-confident. I digress. It’s not just true. A thinker. Sure I do think most of the time. That I’m always too caught up with this myriad of thoughts I slack and could not figure out which is which. Heck, I do procrastinate. But I do get things done in my most efficient way. I could juggle different tasks at same given moment.
♥ I am though guilty of shutting the blinds and not letting any ray of sunshine through when madness engulfs me. A manic depressive recoils and wallow in her cocoon; who succumbs to the intense meeting of ballpoint and sheet. A piece full of wobbly symbols which bewail anxiety, pain and tears of this broken spirit. At my best, even at the most trying time of pushing my patience to the edge, I remain calm in expressing myself. I only speak when it needs be…
♥ Here is a world full of lies, deceptions and pretensions. When can they be true to themselves? No matter how they project a skin anew and hide inside their frocks, they will still turn ugly. Their own deceit will betray them as it would surface how they deplore the language which they could not even muster. And this masquerade they gloze themselves in will veneer off the appearance they so perfectly improve each day; the true of colors of a copycat.
♥ Sometimes I wonder, does moving on mean teaching yourself to stop loving the person and look for someone else? Does letting go mean killing the hope of reconciliation even deep inside that is still what you pray for… And that small hope lives there in the smallest corner of your heart? But I guess, there is no definite manifestations of moving on and letting go… These are only the right words to say of what a person should do when things get all shitty…
♥ I will cry my heart out and empty myself of pains. I am just about… and it feels exhausting, mentally excruciating. As far as my truth gene could bare and I’ll sing my hallelujahs, they cower when a tsunami of bold essentials laid bare at them. They’re not as sincere to the first words come out from their lips. I could never truly rhapsodize the goodness of their hearts.
♥ As day wore on a heavy despair gathered; crushed, obliterated. Because somewhere behind, in the twilight, a bitter weeping and a hopelessness. To where this unfaltering spirit must go, passion seemed to ebb away. Unless something happens in this perfect lucidity.
Wednesday, 19 November 2008
So I Whisper
I quote "love moves in mysterious ways"... It's either we take or leave it. Not even we can call it a risk, but it's a feeling that we have to nurture. A feeling that becomes a responsibility for us to be involved in. Love as synergy will make us you and me... Love creates 'us'.
If only you believe...
Monday, 17 November 2008
Sunday, 16 November 2008
Paraglide
My life is worth 7,000 yen only. But I'm excited. It will be on the 23rd of this month. And I will be flying against all odds.
Hmmm, my emotional brain is thinking of how to overcome this extreme experience I will be facing soon... Amygdala sure won't be my nice-y mate when I'm up the sky to support me of this plight, oh I mean, during this human flight with only inflated wings as my threshold to death. Eyes rolling. If this death defying act would turn me into a bird, oh dear heavens, eversince I was a small child I wish to become an angel... Well, not all angels have halos. Ain't it right, aight?
Hmmm, my emotional brain is thinking of how to overcome this extreme experience I will be facing soon... Amygdala sure won't be my nice-y mate when I'm up the sky to support me of this plight, oh I mean, during this human flight with only inflated wings as my threshold to death. Eyes rolling. If this death defying act would turn me into a bird, oh dear heavens, eversince I was a small child I wish to become an angel... Well, not all angels have halos. Ain't it right, aight?
"I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away. I don't know where my soul is. I don't know where my home is(And baby all I need for you to know is)... I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away. I don't know where my soul is. I don't know where my home is." ~Nelly Furtado
Monday, 10 November 2008
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
Monday, 3 November 2008
Halloween Special
The Cast
Thanks Totomai for this! You were Janjan-kun's fave at karaoke. Congratulations, you're a certified karaoke-ist, haha!
Monday, 27 October 2008
Friday, 24 October 2008
Drained
Exact word to describe me these days. During the three-day drill of torture, I didn't want to think anymore. Not even the food that I should put in my mouth. It was that mentally excruciating for me. And a joke that I shared with my Scottish colleague,
my brain's spitting out a lot of figures. I'm sorry but the 10M quota. Paging clients!
Wednesday, 22 October 2008
Thursday, 16 October 2008
Stocks Basics
What are stocks really? How they are traded? Would you buy stocks and much more? Do you know what causes prices to change? Tell me quick... where to put your money and help me out in making investment decisions. Because the only risk I know I've learned so far is, protect myself from getting dark circles under my eyes and be one of those sad guys on trading floors. I just can't be one of 'em. Please.
Wednesday, 15 October 2008
Sunday, 12 October 2008
Saturday, 11 October 2008
Monday, 6 October 2008
Sunday, 5 October 2008
From The Mail
Why why why do we have to part?
When life is such an art.
It may be cubism to thee,
or realism to me.
Do you prefer Zobel's abstract?
Or Amorsolo's real life?
To answer you dearest, I grew up in Amorsolo's light. If you thought I'd like to conjoin myself to the leisure of the world, I think I deserve a life that defines me.
boyeng, my boyeng
thoughts of you still fills my mind
though life is so unkind
boyeng, my boyeng
Sweetie, of my heart
why do we have to part
our life changed so much
why can't it stay as such
through random destiny we met
til the time we got wet
from pagadian's rain
to our hearts pain
take care my Sweetie,
this Pumpkin's gotta part.
You lavished me with your love and devotion. I didn't take that for granted. I hope. It was a profuse courtship. You were very extravagant to me. The daily courier service. When Mr. Messenger who always showed up at almost same time of every day, that after a lengthy period of time my two adorable spitz finally acquiesced to his regular visibility not having too territorial anymore. Books, mags and any read-thing you thought I'd like... You scrounged your aunt's bookstore, or had gone far north just so to delight the pleasures of my eyes. Chocolates, fruities and all sweets. Even the tea bags you got me from China or elsewhere, or the fruition of your labor from your family's grand orchard, neither the butterflies you took from your Nai-nai's gardenia nor the flowers you plucked were put to waste. I savored in this graciousness you exhibited, more so indulged me of long hours of nonsense over phone whenever I was on a hissy fit. What more I could want?
You didn't stop despite an intervening space measured a greater telephone bill rate. Nor the expanse of communication were put to limit. You stretched poles and contested at will that courtship knows no boundaries, that it doesn't end there because I moved out of country. But I think I have the end of the bargain. So I had to. And it's been almost a year now since I last told you two years ago. A year of distant thoughts, smiles, or like-ness. Until today. I thank you for this mail. I feel released from this pang of guilt I knew I've hurt you.
You're most kind and understanding person. You have a big heart and very down-to-earth. But wealth is never important. You need to get out of that shelter sometimes, from the comfort zones which veneer you of what life should take about. It's rough I know, but the truth is, I could not take myself for a business trip. If you want to start a relationship, make it a relationship; not a business creation.
Because I was never part of a business deal. Nor I am business itself.
Thursday, 2 October 2008
One friend online. Idle. Left a message.
I want a slap.7 minutes later, my phone rang.
Go on, sap.Muffled sobs... convulsive breathings... hushed. My refusal to speak didn't stop him to torment me in what he calls one of my-fits, the recounted saga of life's dailiness and its sagging edges. Declivitous. Revealing against my desire. Tears; it pours out my heart.
You chose to be in that tangle. You outline everything in obscure ways, because you think life won't be as carefree without the twists and off-the-beaten-tracks. Why are you crying now?He said that in pure contemptuous mirth. Succinct and true, like a two-edged sword gashed through me.
