Wicked The Musical

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My Lakbayan grade is C+!

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Created by Eugene Villar.

"For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can't get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can't cheat your first kiss. Trust me, you don't want to. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it's everything. "

- Alex Karev, Grey's Anatomy

Wala Lang Magawa...(reads: ayaw lang gumawa)

Ayon sa isang pag-aaral, ang mga henyo daw ay nagmumula sa malalaking lahi at sa mga lugar na malaki ang populasyon tulad ng China at India. Eto raw ay sa dahilang mas malaki ang bilang nang mga taong dapat nilang mahigitan bago sila matanghal na henyo.

Kumbaga sa isang klassroom na may dalawanpung estudyante, ang pinakamagaling ay sunod lamang sa pinakamagaling ng isang klaseng may limampung estudyante.

Sa bagay, istatistiks na to. Matematika. Mahirap kalabanin lalo na kung isang simpleng tao ka lang na nabubuhay sa simpleng "addition", "subtraction" at kung sinuwerte may unting "multiplication". Sa opisina kaya, ganun din? Pag maliit lang ang isang kumpanya at may isang "henyo", wala siyang sinabi kumpara dun sa henyo sa malalaking kumpanya. Medyo ayaw ko ata tanggapin. May "reservation" ikanga nila. Haay.

Henyo. Bobo. Anong pinagkaiba? Kung di mo naman nauunawan kung pano pagalawin ang mga plano. Ang ideya ay ideya lang. Ang galaw...yun ang nakakapagpa-andar ng bato, ng bus, ng kompanya...at ng bukid.

Sa mga henyo at sa mga hindi...galaw-galaw! (baka ma-stroke!)

For Good
Wicked The Musical

(Elphaba):
I'm limited
Just look at me - I'm limited
And just look at you
You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda
So now it's up to you
For both of us - now it's up to you...

(Glinda):
I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you...

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

(Elphaba):
It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend...

Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?

But because I knew you

(Glinda):
Because I knew you

(Both):
I have been changed for good

(Elphaba):
And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for

(Glinda):
But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share

(Both):
And none of it seems to matter anymore

(Glinda):
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood

(Elphaba):
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood

(Both):
Who can say if I've been
Changed for the better?
I do believe I have been
Changed for the better

(Glinda):
And because I knew you...

(Elphaba):
Because I knew you...

(Both):
Because I knew you...
I have been changed for good...

Freedom

Sweet.

Duality

i've been sitting in the backseat for quite a while now. its not that i'm tired of driving --- it's more of not being familiar with this new course. i am resigned to the backseat...its dark and my eyes find it hard to focus under the direct attack of bright lights. yes, i'd rather be in the backseat.

and what i've just said --- all of it --- all BS! =P

i'm sitting in the backseat. period.

i believe this is what they call slowing down. some parts of my life have been compartmentalized -- not by choice (rather, a consequence of a choice). come to think of it, i can push against the boundaries, but i choose not to -- i don't feel the need to.

interestingly enough, i feel ok. i see myself as a heavy boulder running along a straight path purely by inertia and letting whatever external forces - be it strong winds or a hump on the road - to steer me to a new direction or slow me down.

as long as i feel this way, as long as i feel the need to lie down on the grass fields and create stories and images out of the clouds of the vast sky -- i will do so, to my heart's content. =D

i'm back...

"there are times you need NOT ask questions."

knowing myself just oh-so-well, i raised an eyebrow (as expected really!). but hey, i promised myself i'd be at least calm. don't let the the tiger out -- well at least NOT YET! hehehe =P

to be fair, i get the point. but getting the point is not synonymous to agreeing. agreeing takes a lot more. and yes, i got confused. so like the old me that i know, i kept my mouth shut while the mind takes its own time understanding what's happening.

why the hell do we need to complicate things that can be as simple as A-B-C? can somebody please answer me?

(oh well, im asking questions -- again!)

I Got a "C" in Lakbayan!

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ride the waves...

im torn with the idea of not getting too attached and loving someone...truly loving someone...

"it's in those moments of sadness, anger, ecstasy, and lust that we can freak out and fall, or just relax and go with it. once we are comfortable on our boards, we can carve it up, analyze it, just play. and when a beautiful wave comes, perhaps we fall in love or hold a newborn baby, we can catch it, maybe even get inside the hollow tube and see its beautiful emptiness. but we will know as the wave ends not to be attached. it's just a bunch of salt water."

- the zen of surfing by jaimal yogis

its been hard being in relationships that eventually don't work out the way you planned. everyone gets hurt. when you feel so much love for someone, you give them a part of you, something they never asked for you to do but you give it anyway. so you can't deny the hurt when things go wrong.

what's the usual scenario after this? for those that even consider that they are no longer the person they thought they were when they entered their relationships, and with the abrupt end -- doubts are everywhere. you begin to question the things that for a time you really believed in -- like true friendship, love, and sharing your life with someone. You begin to question the basic idea of love.

we've all been burned. every single one of us. we've all had our hopes broken down to pieces. we've all seen the cracked mirror images of ourselves. and we deal with it in our own individual ways. we try to get by. we choose to get by.

and taking this "not to be attached" perspective is in itself, one of the different ways we handle the situation. for some people, this will probably serve as a new perspective in life...a new belief...a new dogma to live by.

but how can you really love without getting too attached? what is love to those people who believe that in life, things and people are just momentary (even if its the truth)? how can you love and share your life with someone with the intent of not getting too attached. aren't the two the exact opposite of each other? can we say the same with our own families? how can you hold a baby in your hand and love her/him..yet hold back? how can you muster the courage to tell yourself that if that little baby you're holding finally finds its way "home" to where we all came from, that it will be okay because you won't get too attached?

acceptance is hard when you do not fully understand the truth that you want to embrace.

perhaps it is not in defining things and feelings that we get the answer. all the geniuses of the world can rationalize both sides of a coin and make them come across as strong truths. but who defines truth? even the truth, as the philosophers claim it, can be bounded and justified to be either truth or false depending on the perspective taken. but who can question happiness? who can set its limits? who can question thoughtfulness and contentment? who can rationalize those feelings?

there's no point to set boundaries to how we should live life. i think its one of the biggest misconceptions...to actually say to yourself that the way to enjoy life is not to do this and not to do that.

enjoy the waters,
enjoy the moments...
ride each wave if you must
but don't hold back
don't fear getting too attached
let your heart and mind take its own battle.
don't ever hold back...
to say you've truly lived.

ride every wave.

Times Like These

Imagine this -

An early morning sun
I sit on a stool in the bar
Fingers tapping on the wooden plank
With Jack Johnson, guitar riffs
and the deep soothing voice in the background
My mind is surfing through the waves

Server lady just handed me my drink
And it brought a smile to my lips
The cold beer in my hand and the seawinds against my skin
And somehow I wonder where heaven could be

Im calm, at peace and quite unbelieving
And I wonder where heaven could be?



@Sebay Resort in San Juan, La Union

contentment...

so what do i really want to do? sort of a new year's resolution --

1. leave past hurts behind.

2. move to a different country, a far-off province...anywhere but here.

3. meet new people. meet new friends. and perhaps lovers? (hehehe =P )

4. live the simple life i've always wanted.

its weird how our priorities change over time. all i ever wanted was to see my parents live a comfortable life. i don't know why but it seems i owe them that. we are born in this world mostly with no idea of our purpose in life. for me, for a long time -- my purpose was to make sure my family live a comfortable life.

when i reached the age of 25 and thought that i found the love that was really for me: it made me question myself -- if i'm really living MY life. that's when i decided to move out of my parent’s place and find my own, get a master's degree which i've been planning to eversince and stay happy in love with my boyfriend.

but that didn't turn out as planned. i now live in a shared apartment, i'm on my second semester in my master's studies and single.

so what happens when you get to the door of your dreams? do you see it through even if you're not that sure your heart is still in it?

im a blank page right now. i don't know and i don't see what's next. hmm, something to ponder on...

Five Things I Hate About This Year (Year-Ender Report)

Mga bagay na natutunan ko sa taon na to...whoah! at hindi biro kung pano ko natutunan! =P *wink*

1. Magsalita ka, noh?!!!
Ang dami ng cellphone na nagkalat. Bawat isang Pilipino meron na. Yung iba nga dalawa pa. Usung-uso ang text. Pero bakit di mo pa rin masabi yung talagang gusto mong sabihin? OO! Yung totoo. Yung walang palabok. Wala kung wala. Meron kung meron. At iwasan ang text. Napaka-impersonal. Nakaka-offend. At isa pa...malamang mali pa ang intindi nung bumabasa..kasalanan mo pa tuloy.

At sa mga taong nakikipag-break thru text...maawa po kayo sa sarili niyo. Yun lang =P

2. Right of Way
Sampu. Ten. 10. Sampung beses sa isang linggo na sumasakay ako ng MRT. Limang beses sa isang linggo ako kung umakyat sa hagdan ng Boni Station. Eto ka, siguro may walong dipa ang lapad ng hagdanan pero yung buong espasyo kinakain ng mga taong bumababa. Si Mrs Seguerra, yung titser ko nung high school -- sa kanya ko unang naintindihan ang "right of way". Pag nababanggit ang salitang disiplina, nang-gagalaiti na niyang kinukuwento kung gaano siya naiinis sa mga taong hindi marunong umintindi ng right of way. Salubungin ka ba naman na nasa dulong kanan ka na ng hangdan - tipong nakadikit ka na sa gilid ng hagdan? Mantakin mong bungguin ka pa? Haayyyy....

3. Wag Na Init Ulo, Baby!
Labin-limang minuto ang biyahe ko mula Boni Station hanggang Taft Station ng MRT. Tapos pag Martes at Huwebes naman ay 30 minuto mula Taft Avenue Station hanggang Quezon Avenue kapag pumapasok ako sa klase ko. Bale, 14 na oras kada isang buwan ang ginugugol ko sa loob ng MRT. Higit pa yun sa kalahating araw. Eh kung sasabayan mo pa yung mga maiinit ang ulo na walang ginawa kung hindi sumigaw o magparinig o magalit..eh gudlak po sa inyo. Tatanda lang kayo ng maaga. At ang mas malala..magmamatigas ang nasa harapan niyo at di kayo makakalabas ng tren pagdating sa istasyon niyo. Ang aking payo -- makiusap, makisuyo. Ang marahang pakikiusap ay nakakapang-lambot ng puso. Yun lang =D

4. Do What You Preach (or else Papa, Don't Preach) =P
Madaling magsabi kung ano dapat ang gawin. Madali ring ipaliwanag. May mga taong kailangan ng gabay sa paggawa ng mga bagay bagay. Meron din namang bigyan mo lang ng direksiyon eh kayang-kaya na ang anumang ipagawa mo. Dun sa mga naka-attend na ng "leadership trainings", alam niyo na ito. Kaya dapat alamin mo ang karakter ng mga tao mo. Di pwede yung sabi ka lang ng sabi pero wala rin namang gawa.

Nabasa ko noon (nalimutan ko na kung sino ang nagsulat), huwag mong balaking magturo kung ang sadya mo ay ipakita lang na mas magaling ka. Ang pagtuturo ay hindi tungkol sayo. Ang pagtuturo ay tungkol sa tinuturuan mo.

5. Wag Kang Makasarili, Wag Kang Madamot
Minsan may pagka ewan rin ang mga tao. Bigay mo yung kanang kamay mo, gusto pa nila pati kaliwa at dalawang paa! OO, sabi ni Lord dapat ibigay natin lahat. Alam ko naman iyon. Pero ngayon, sa eksaktong oras na 'to, tao ako. Hindi ko kayang mawalan ng parehong paa at kamay.

Kanina sampu ang nakasulat sa title ko. Kala ko kasi ganun kadami. O baka nalimutan ko lang yung kalahating lima. Hmm, sabagay ok na rin ang lima. May pag-asa pa pala. =)

I am . .

I have a new book on my bedside table. It’s about difficult conversations and how to handle them productively. I’m sure, like me, a lot of you have experienced being trapped in conversations you would rather do without or have relationships ruined because you just couldn’t quite express how you really feel. If so, then I am not at all alone. And the good thing is - it’s never too late to learn.

Well, most would simply regard any book on the topic as “self-help”. For some reason, reading such books denotes a negative connotation in our society.

“What is so wrong with you that you need a book to help you out?” And the answer for me is – it can be anything.

For people like me who were not born genius – books are our way of learning aside from interactions with people we know. Just imagine that when you’re reading a book, you are learning from and about someone you haven’t met. And he is teaching you a thing or two about his life – in the hopes of sharing something with you (aside from the most obvious economic benefits, of course).

True enough, every case is unique in some ways. But we do have a lot of common ground to work on. And in some cases, those are enough bases to learn from. And those should be enough to trigger us to analyze our own take on things and to develop our own ideas. And did I say to learn?

When it comes to situations – I rely more on the logical side of things. My own feelings for me have not really been as important as to how the situation should be solved. It’s probably the engineer in me. Everything can be thought of as a system. Therefore, like any system you have the inside and outside forces affecting your feelings or emotions. Learning about these factors presents half of the solution already. A problem identified is a problem half-solved, right? Right.

But it’s important to also understand the forces and to influence them. To do corrective approach to every problem would, of course, mean only a non-ending chase to it. So, what to do? Preventive, of course.

And that’s where “learning” comes in. If you’ve been logical all your life – what should you do to make shift? Yes, that’s right. Try the opposite. Don’t be too scared to acknowledge your emotions, your feelings. Don’t let it overpower you but don’t ignore it either. Hear yourself speak about your emotions. “I feel hurt.” “I am happy” “I am confused.” The words to use to describe how we feel are endless. We just don’t use them properly. We approach things on moral grounds – on who is bad, who is good, who was to blame or who wasn’t. And that’s not really solving the problem but pointing a finger. It is a waste of time to argue or communicate this way because everyone will feel attacked at some point and will use all defenses possible to fight back. And both just lose in the end.

Acknowledge your feelings. They are real. And when you show them, don’t think of who’s right or wrong. Just show them without having to attack the other person. Don’t say “You’ve hurt me”, rather say “what you did hurt me” or “I feel hurt when you do that”. People can change if they want to. You cannot do it for them, Let them decide if they want to. Encourage them if you have to. But don’t take it your responsibility to change them. And don’t believe you actually can, either.

“I Am Sam”, a movie starring Sean Penn and Dakota Fanning shows one of the most wonderful relationships I have ever seen depicted in a movie. It shows how to communicate our feelings. It shows how to acknowledge love and hurt and pain. It shows how we can be more than what we know and what we don’t know. It shows how compassion breaks all barriers.

Please see that movie, if you haven’t. I have seen it for countless times and I can’t help but be emotional EVERY SINGLE TIME! But it’s worth it. More than actually. My take on it – lesson 1 on communications.

http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/i/i-am-sam-script-transcript.html

Engineer's view

Balut

“Oo. Puntahan mo lang ako dun. Lagi naman ako nandun. Sa gilid ng tawiran sa Edsa-Shaw.” - Aling Binay, Balut vendor

How many times have you seen sidewalk vendors? I’ve lost count. Every sidewalk in the metro is teeming with them. They have varying age…from someone as young as five years old to others as old as sixty. And that has been their life for how long, you would ask? I don’t really want to know the answer. I’m afraid it will just bring tears to my eyes.

I used to eat balut when I was younger. It’s a eccentric Asian food – a fertilized duck egg with a nearly-developed embryo inside that is boiled and eaten in the shell (Wikipedia). I stopped eating it without even noticing. I probably just never had that chance to eat one again. But looking back, whenever I buy a balut, I never looked at the vendor or even take notice of him or her. The eagerness to hold that warm balut in my hand and the anticipation of eating it is more than enough to capture me at that moment. Everything else disappears, or at least is immaterial.

But last week, my eyes, my ears and my heart showed me more than I was able to see back then. And it struck me, and it made me feel uneasy and it showed me a bigger world than the one I am living in.

How many stories have we seen in the movies focusing on the poor, on their struggles, on their daily battles? There are numerous. There are many that at some point they become unreal. They become just plots in the movie, of a book, of a play. What I was able to witness that one Saturday afternoon is one that I’ve heard of, read of and seen of a lot of times in books, movies and commentaries. But they never really struck me as REAL. They are after all just secondhand information. They are after all, so far from home.

But to see it firsthand, to hear it being said, to be in the same room with the person telling her story – that’s a different thing altogether. Goosebumps, sullen faces, teary eyes, words uttered sans emotions – these things will bring you to a different kind of reality. It brought me there. Her story was no different from those I’ve heard of. In fact, hers was very familiar. From the province, her family tried their luck in the city, lived in the slum areas which were later on demolished. She literally lost her daughter. She never laid eyes on her again since the demolition incident. She heard she got married – at 13. She heard she changed her name, that her husband changed her. “She’s prettier now, is what I heard. I also heard she’s going to Japan”, says Aling Binay.

Will she see her again? Will she be able to embrace her again? She really doesn’t know. She hears about her from acquaintances and friends and relatives, and that’s enough to keep her going in life – to know that her daughter is doing okay. But exactly “how” okay – I have a feeling she’d rather not know.

Reality can be daunting if you stay too close to it. Sometimes we’re looking but we’re not really seeing it for what it is.

So how did my afternoon end? She left the UHF office and was told by one of the staff to visit her younger son this Christmas at the Fabella Center in Mandaluyong. That’s another story, I’m afraid. But for Aling Binay, that was one very happy day because at least she knows where her son is. And she knows he is “doing okay”.

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“Keep swimming, keep swimming” - Dory (Finding Nemo)

Russian Dolls

For some people, going to movies alone is just plain pitiful and lonely. For me, it’s the best time to be by myself. And of course, to enjoy a possibly good movie.

I remember three films I watched alone inside a cinema: Someone Like You (with Hugh Jackman and Ashley Judd), Something’s Gotta Give (with Jack Nicholson and Diane Keaton, and lastly, Russian Dolls (a French Film with Romain Duris and Audrey Tatou).

Someone Like You. The theory about cows. A mad one =P hehehe. Its about how men can’t be monogamous and how they’ve been compared to cows! Cows, apparently, leave a scent when they mate with female cows. And male cows have these uncontrollable urge and downright crazy need to spread their “scent” to the “cow-dom”. Totally hilarious! And what happens then to the female cows, you ask?! They are stuck with the male scent for the rest of their lives. And what makes matters even worse is that other male cows won’t dare get near them because they carry the scent of another male. Talk about double standards!!! Argh!!!

Okay, okay. NOT fair to compare cows with human. And yet, you have to admit that the idea is funny (well, for the female part of the population at least hehehe). I had a blast watching this film. If something can make you laugh THAT hard, its definitely a gem.

Site: http://www.someonelikeyoumovie.com/

Something’s Gotta Give. This is about an independent, fulfilled and SINGLE career woman in her later years. A playwright and a good one at that. What surprised me in this film is one’s ability to see through the excesses of life – to see beyond one’s work, one’s success or achievements – and just recognize the beautiful person behind all that.

Remember, a person who loves you will let you grow as your own person, will let you do the things you love, will cheer you on with your successes, and will never ever hold you back. A person who loves you feels fulfilled enough knowing that you are happy.

Another thing… the only black stone amongst the pile of white ones: if one notices the small details, that proves that he/she truly cares for you. To remember and to cherish those little details that makes a person who they are – that for me is seeing someone literally “through the eyes of love”. =)

Site: http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/somethingsgottagive/site/

And lastly, Russian Dolls. A French film , I saw this one during the Cine Europa film festival. This is actually a sequel to L'Auberge Espagnole (which was also shown in Cine Europa a few years back.). When I entered the cinema, I hardly recognized the characters. Only when they referred to that apartment in Barcelona did I remember seeing the first movie. It is great to find yourself reconnected with the past. It brings back memories that are meant to be cherished. And it reminds you of the person you were at that time – and how different from that you are now.

Going back to the film, Russian dolls are dolls that when you crack open, you’ll find another similar doll inside, only smaller. Sometimes called nesting dolls, Russian dolls have been used as a metaphor for a lot of things – a story within a story for literature, a system within a system for the sciences and engineering, etc.

Meeting someone, and liking that someone, you see one big Russian doll. Of course, all people have their past to deal with, their frustrations, their fears, and their dreams. And to know someone really well would require you to really try hard --- to find and unlock the inner dolls. And sometimes, when we fail to recognize that we’re down to the last doll – that’s where we fail to see the reality of things. And we turn our eyes to other dolls, just to look for and find out whatever there is to find out. We are searching yet keeping a blind eye to everything. EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS NOT ENOUGH. Man kills the very thing he desires. We want something so bad that we make up all these stories and expectations and ideas in our heads. And when we finally get that one great thing that we wanted – it all falls apart. That thing, by mere way of achieveing it, has lost its meaning.

You cannot find perfection if you don’t know how it looks like.

Site, Russian Dolls: http://www.russiandollsthemovie.com/
Site, L’Auberge Epagnole: http://movies.aol.com/movie/lauberge-espagnole/15167/synopsis


Some say movies are well – practically that – just movies. But I find them enriching – like books, like traveling and meeting new people and seeing new cultures.

There is a vast world and we as people are faced with numerous limitations that keep us from knowing the world – from experiencing it. A film, for me, is more than a vacation package. It brings me to different places, it introduces me to different people and it tells me that DESPITE the differences in cultures, languages, habits, and even perspectives – there are still a lot of common grounds – love, friendship, family, dreams, hurts, trials – we ALL go through that. And hopefully we learn. And hopefully we can share. Because the act of sharing alone and finding out that somewhere in the planet there are people who knows how it feels --- that brings a sense of belongingness we all crave for naturally.

On Success and Failure

How many quotations have you heard about success? About failure?

I bet hundreds. There are so many out there you wonder how do we come up with so many ways to communicate the fundamental truths? Failure is what defines success. Its like knowing that there is a white so you can call the opposite the black. Pretty simple, right?

Well, that's just it. I swear I've known this since as far as I can remember. But I can't figure out why I still get surprised at times. The act of failing or losing is not “failure” in itself. It is the “not getting up” after the failure which makes US a FAILURE.

Success and failure are two inseparable things. One can't happen without the other. One can't exist without the other. And its so wrong to say we should be afraid of making mistakes. That would mean we are afraid of eventually succeeding.

Success and failure have been so thought-provoking that even Harvard has come up with its own study on this matter (check out http://bsc.harvard.edu/SuccessFailure/ to know more).

I have my own thoughts on this. But I'll try to gather it for some time, muse over it, and well, present my unsolicited opinion later on (hehehe). But for now, I'll invite you to read about it. Maybe you can share some of your thoughts here? Don't hesitate. I welcome your opinions.

Ciao for now!

my trip back . . .

This is the sad truth about life..."nothing is ever what it seems". People change too quickly, people change to slow. And you feel either like a trainwreck or a lonely hitchhiker with a sore thumb. I'm done asking questions. If there was one thing it taught me, my instinct is my bestfriend. It taught me that keeping my ideals is still the best shot through all these. And that I should never apologize for keeping it real...to continue to wear my heart on my sleeve (now that's a funny thought).

Let's face it. Life is full of disappointments. Its never-ending. Yet there are enough ups to make us strong for the downs. And like my good friend puts it, what differentiates those who still are ok from those who've totally lost their sense of direction, is the fact that you try to live through it...to keep standing still.

This one's the funniest. "Karma will come", said Nina (yes, the soul siren whoa!), and after laughing for quite a while after learning that..I couldn't help but smile. Experience IS the greatest teacher. Don't get me wrong. I'm not after getting even. I just believe that one thing I learned from Atticus Finch. You'll never know how it feels for other people until you've walked around in their shoes. It is best if we can learn to compromise...to extend a little bit of understanding. If not, then that's our loss.

We may feel like we've been a victim of something so wrong and yet there is really no greater way to go about it than moving on and showing the world that we are better people for it. Call it cosmic..or even godly, but things happen and there's no explanation..no justification...but lessons to learn.

"We get what we want, when we can..while we can." I forgot who said that one. But hey, i'm not complaining. Sometimes you surprise your own self when you learn that you can take things you never taught you could..never even imagined you could. And it doesn't make you any lesser. It only redefines your boundaries. With a little faith, you'll live ok.

Watch out. Feel. Think. Never ever hold back. Learn. And love...because no matter how cheesy it may seem to other people...LOVE is everywhere...from tears, to angry words, to stolen kisses to lasting embraces...to everything. And I'll live my life knowing I've loved, and I've been hurt and I'll continue to love till I find the one who can love me right back. And who can wake up each morning with me and decide to stay in love with me every single morning of our lives.

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"What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do - especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road."
-- William Least Heat Moon.

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One's destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things. - Henry Miller.

Wave - Sitti

So close your eyes for that's a lovely way to be
Aware of things your heart alone was meant to see
The fundamental loneliness goes whenever two can dream a dream together
No, You can't deny, Don't try to fight the rising sea
Don’t fight the moon, the stars above and don’t fight me

The fundamental loneliness goes whenever two can dream a dream together

When I saw you first the time was half past three
and when your eyes met mine it was eternity
By now we know the wave is on its way to be
Just catch the wave don't be afraid of loving me

The fundamental loneliness goes whenever two can dream a dream together

When I saw you first the time was half past three and when your eyes met mine it was eternity
By now we know the wave is on its way to be
Just catch the wave don't be afraid of loving me
The fundamental loneliness goes whenever two can dream a dream together (fade with repeated ‘together’)

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In the end, the only hope you can find is the one you find within yourself. =)

"like a child" - jars of clay

Dear God, surround me as I speak,
the bridges that I walk across are weak
Frustrations fill the void that I can't solely bear
Dear God, don't let me fall apart,
you've held me close to you
I have turned away and searched for answers I can't understand

[Chorus:]

They say that I can move the mountains
And send them crashing into the sea
They say that I can walk on water
If I would follow and believe
with faith like a child

Sometimes, when I feel miles away
and my eyes can't see your face
I wonder if I've grown to lose the recklessness
I walked in light of you

[Chorus]

[Little girl:]
"I've got joy like a fountain!"
"Be kind one to others"
"In Jesus Christ Your son"

They say that love can heal the broken
They say that hope can make you see
They say that faith can find a Savior
If you would follow and believe
with faith like a child

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I thought I understood what this song meant when I first heard it. And now I realize that I was dead wrong. Of course, the first time I heard the album, I was around 17 or 18, I loved it right away.

I never really go to mass on a regular basis. I'm born a catholic but not really a "practicing" one. I go about my life like most people I know. I do a lot of mistakes, I hurt people along the way, and I get hurt, too. At a young age, I learned
to be strong because people around me weren't. At a young age, I learned to know the difference between talking and doing. I've learned that no one can really take care of me but me.

And I lived that life. People viewed me the strong type. Ambitious, yes. Determined, that's also a yes. It seems the only way to cover how empty I felt inside was to put up a front that I am living a good life. To some degree, this is true. I have proven for a fact that I can do anything I put my mind and heart into...and that's not boasting, but stating a matter of fact. It has to be known that where I am right now (if people might actually call it living a good life, then I'll let them have their way), I did not get here overnight. I did not just woke up and had a good job (by definition, something I enjoy doing). I wasn't born with true friends either (I had them around after numerous misunderstandings, hurts, and countless acceptance and forgiveness). And this passion I have for writing, for telling my life just the way it is -- I'm not really sure I know where its coming from. Its probably my way of learning to cope wth all the feelings of hurt and disappointments I've gathered all these years -- but not only that, but also the appreciation, happiness and peace I've picked up along the way. I remember reading somewhere that "having to explain your life is tragic". I strongly disagree with that.

Words will always be my colors. Writing, my brush. And I will paint the pictures as I felt them at that precise moment. And I won't be scared to show the world that that's who I really am. I run the risk of being misunderstood, that's a given.
I run that risk even if I do the opposite, so what's there to be scared of?

Last night, I went to mass (not that shocking, really. or should it be?) I go to mass not because I'm in great trouble that I need to ask for God's help. I go to mass not out of christian obligation. I go to mass whenever I feel that my heart is ready to be there and to really listen...and to really understand.

And the moment I stepped in the church perimeter, tears started to fall down. And I felt so weak and tired. And I felt really ready to be there.

The priest said a lot during the sermon. Some things I agreed with, some things I totally disagree with. Yet, I was there to listen, so that's what I did. He said people need to be "like a child" to fully understand God and His ways. People need to see him as a real "father" and put their utmost trust in Him. Children, he said, until a certain age, remain to have no personalities (I disagree with this). And he said that children do put their full trust, without question or doubt, to their parents (this, I agree with). And he said people need to be like children with God. We need to be empty vessels for Him to fill.

So I'll try my best to trust and have faith...and not just merely claiming to have one. At one point, I couldn't stop the tears from falling that the two kids sitting beside me were wondering what the hell was wrong with me...but then I smiled thru the tears and I guess, they just found me weird and decided to not mind me at all (which worked for me, having nothing, not even a hanky to minimize the impact). But like I said, "like a child", I'll try to put my faith and trust again. I was at some point ashamed of myself..of who I have become. I was asking forgiveness for thinking I own my life. It dawned on me that I don't. I have every right to enjoy my life, to find my happiness but not to claim what I have as my own.

I have a dear friend who's been bruised and battered and has simply gone weary of the path I am just now wishing to take one step at a time. All I wish for is that she won't have to feel so weary any longer. I hope to find her regaining her faith. And I pray that I also find mine.

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Im so Busy

I’m so busy
Busy with the world
That doesn’t give a damn
Busy with things
That I don’t really care about
I’m so busy trying to keep myself busy
You see, I have nothing else on mind
All I think about is you
All I hear is your laugh

Your laugh that seems
to fill my heart with
emotions I’m still
learning to contain

before it burst out of its cage,
I want to feel every sensation
But I can’t

Coz I’m so busy

Trying to keep myself busy ---

Hoping somehow that you’ll miss me.

(2002)

Silence

Lord, please guide me today ...

That I may think before I speak -
That I may laugh only out of joy -
That I may take criticisms productively and do my best to change -
That I may avoid to procrastinate -
That I may avoid to think of the numerous might-have-beens -
That I may find the inner peace and be happy -
That I may smile at people who try to put me down -
That I may be able to help a lost soul, a low spirit or those that
are feeling so alone just by being there, by being me -

I ask that I may find enough goodness out of life and share it with others.

Meant To Be Alone

I remember the first film of the trilogy, “lord of the rings”. I watched it with my two guy buddies. That was in Megamall, if I remember it correctly.

Now I sit in front of this near-to-collapsing, secondhand laptop with its monitor detached from the body. And I am staring at my still empty corkboard except for pictures and memorabilia from my last trip in Visayas. I need to write my term paper (hmmm, that sounded a bit nostalgic of my college days) or should I say industry study on software development here in the Philippines. I have my outline with me and yet my Muse seems to be off somewhere…having a blast, I hope not THAT MUCH, or I fear that that would mean she won’t come back for a while. I cannot by any means afford that. This paper is long overdue and with the term coming to an end in less than a month, I need to get my act together or else…hmmm, I wouldn’t want to mention that now. Because that would mean I’m actually acknowledging the possibility that it can happen…hehe =)

Now, back to the “lord of the rings”. “You are the Ring-bearer, Frodo...to bear a Ring of Power is to be alone”, that’s what it says in the card of the lotr cardgame (did I say that right? Sheesh =). Now I wonder and try to remember why I have that card in the first place. Yes, there was the premiere night but I’m not sure if that card was personally handed over to me at the counter or given by one of my buddies. Nevertheless, it raises one’s curiosity, or perhaps just mine, to get such a thought-provoking card. Meant to be Alone. No. 1 card. A boat and a picture of Elijah single-handedly pushing the boat towards the river…to cross to the other side. Now in the movie, Sam comes along, even to the point of drowning just to prove to Frodo that "I made a promise, Mr. Frodo, a promise: 'Don't you lose him Samwise Gamgee', and I don't mean to. I don't mean to." I wonder what would happen if Sam did drown. Would Frodo continue with the journey? What do you think?

But perhaps little details such as this do not compare to the enormity of the entire 3 parts of the movie…but it does leave one into thinking what-if? A lot would probably say that Frodo wouldn’t have been able to resist himself and would succumb to the power of the Ring without the ever-dependable Samwise Gamgee. Some would even wonder who would have been able to save Frodo from the giant spider…or carry him up the mountains?

The brave or the destined is not always that strong. Those who seem powerful are not always able to make it on their own. Every kind of strength is fueled by a weakness each of us hopes to overcome. Every obstacle is just another rope around our neck…cutting the air and in the process teaching our lungs to adjust… to take in more air next time…to expand a little more…to know our own limitations.

Or sometimes, just to get used to it.

Oh, here she is. Just in time. My muse is telling me enough of mindless writing. Its time to write about the boring stuff! =P *wink*

Coffee

you said, ‘black, no sugar’
as I sat there wondering
was it me or your coffee?
i waited for your words
but you mocked me with your silence
with your hand on the cup
holding it dearly . . .
the way you hadn’t held me at all . . .

i tried to look you straight in the eye
but you bowed down for another sip
is it hot? did it burn?
the way your cold gaze burns a hole in me
do you want me here at all?
or should I leave . . .
. . . leave you with your coffee and
your dreams . . .
of what you want . . .
and what i’m not
. . . and what I can’t give
you’re running out of coffee . . .

good.

i better leave.


April 2001

(Arizona, illustration by david lupton)

the untamed

"You're lovely, but you're empty," he went on. "One couldn't die for you. Of course an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than you altogether, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass. Since she's the one I sheltered behind a screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except for two or three for butterflies). Since's she the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose."

- Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince

hate.

you came like a breeze. a soft, mellow hum of the breeze. and the feel of its warmth on my skin is breathtaking. the reality that i exist suddenly became obvious.

but at the end of the day...as the afternoon sun eventually finds itself wanting to rest and lie down...the darkness is more than what i grew up used to...

i find it strange that the months don't feel like months at all...
they feel like dreams..and im not quite sure they happened. and im quite not sure YOU happened at all...

and each day, i struggle to find myself again. and each day i try to bring myself near a fire...just to feel the warmth again. but it burns. and i'm scarred all over.

and you don't care...

and i lit a candle the other day for reasons i don't know. and i bought plants today, probably to signify life...something that i can't signify anymore.

and i cry every single second. and i bleed every single hour. and i smile as often as i can to make the whole world believe that i am still the same person. rather, that im still a person at all.

and you don't care...

i hate myself. i hate myself so much that the word "hate" is starting to have a life of its own. and its eating me...inch by inch.

and still you don't care...

if i die tomorrow...will you cry? if you knew that you took more than you should from me, would it have made you think twice?

i'm not so sure i would still care to know the answer to that. i'm just waiting for the time to come when i won't have to feel anything anymore. a sweet surrender...

and then, you will cease to matter to me at all...


(illustration by david lupton)

the blower's daughter - damien rice (OST- Closer)

And so it is. Just like you said it would be. Life goes easy on me.
Most of the time.
And so it is. The shorter story. No love, no glory.
No hero in her sky.

I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...

And so it is. Just like you said it should be. We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time.
And so it is. The colder water. The blower's daughter.
The pupil in denial.

I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...

Did I say that I loathe you? Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?

I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind...
My mind...my mind...
'Til I find somebody new

a time for cancer

the pain of losing "that someone" is not like a wound that would cause you pain for a while, and after proper cleaning and with proper medicine, would heal and either leave a memory like a scar or none at all. no, the pain of losing "that someone" is like discovering you have cancer.

when you find out that its over - that's when you find out that you do have cancer. its painful but for some reason, the tears, though they continually flow from your eyes -- they have no bodies, nor souls. like drops of rain, they flow . no feeling or in some cases, with a very little feeling of dread. not quite sure how to take the news -- you somehow feel that you'll wake up tomorrow and it will all be a dream. that you do not have cancer. that you didn't just lose him.

then the pain starts to get to you -- physically, mentally and emotionally. it paralyses your entire body. the pain when it comes -- and it comes unannounced, throws you off-balance, down to the floor with your hands over that part that hurts the most -- the heart. you desperately try to breathe through the pain. slowly --- you are able to stand up, regain composure and wipe out any tear that took its own liberty to fall. you sleep soundly. only to be awaken again by the same pain. every single day, the same things happen to you. over and over and over again.

and then you take enough courage and decide to subject yourself to the cure. the daily check-ups, the chemotherapy sessions. the busy schedules you plan ahead for yourself to keep you busy. to drown the misery and to feel numb. just like chemo where you kill fast-growing cancer cells in your body. you have to endure the side effects of the cure. you have the occasional bouts of losing it -- of nausea and vomiting -- all similar side effects of a broken heart. the will to live is slowly ebbing from your being. with each hair loss, with each vomit -- you wish to remove from your being memories of him, of him with you -- of those moments that used to define for you the possibility of forever. you want to drain your body of all that is him and all that you are when you were with him.

its a daily battle. your body is weak but your will continually fights it off, proving that hey, you are okay. and for that moment -- you become okay. until it strikes you again. until it brings you down to the floor once again -- in great pain -- only this time the pain is nothing like you've ever known before. and you curse the gods, and you curse the medicines, the doctors. you curse the pain on every inch of you body. and you cry -- with all your being. with your own body. with your own soul. you cry about all the disappointments. you cry about the hope you once knew. you cry about the silence and how it used to calm you down as long as he's around. you cry about the dreams, the ambitions you had together. the plans you made. you cry about everything and how it turned to nothing. you cry. and yet, its never enough. Pain is sadistic -- once you get to know her, she's not going away. She will tear you down to pieces till you no longer know who you are. Pain, with a smile, will linger with you every second, till you feel that there's no point in fighting -- desolation. you find yourself wanting to quit -- to give it all up.

you don't know yourself anymore, until you take the dive....