Life

It’s the sun’s burning light
to the blooming flower
the wind’s uplift might
for the wings to soar higher

a striking sound to a mother’s ears
of a newborn baby’s cry
the drying of a child’s tears
when on something he would pry

It’s the music to a wounded soul
after the midnight sky
the courage to reach the goal
the echo of a victor’s cry

the sweat of an athlete
running with his heartbeat
the breathing of a swimmer
when water is all over

Ah! Life it is
with its beauty in full bloom
makes me forget
that I was once in gloom.

photo credit: McKoolSmith

Love Unrequited

Is there such words as “moving on” or “getting over with”? Because if there are I want to know the hows of it.

The thing is, people fall in love and when they do, most if not all, give their best for their partner’s satisfaction WHICH is actually missing the whole point because LOVE as we know is unconditional and thus, it doesn’t require anything in other to be satisfied and then call it love. For an affection and fondness for somebody for what he/she is and whoever he or she WAS, IS and WILL BE can never be quantified.

The sad part of LOVE though is when it is unrequited. You have all your emotions, feelings and affection for the person yet all of this means nothing at all to him or her. On the other hand, it is also very hard to reciprocate to something that you really don’t feel reciprocating. If so, it would be a play of truth and pretense on the lover and the one being loved respectively. In the end, we all know it will come to nothing leaving a spark of pain on the lover.

However I see, as in my case, a certain part of it that speaks of genuine affection. If it is TRUE love, we find ourselves loving the person – though unrequited – unconditionally even if it means not sleeping by his or her side or spending precious moments with him or her. I for one, have realized that that person would always remain in my heart no matter what. It doesn’t mean that we have to be married or we should be the one together but there is this certain part of me that I know is willing to welcome whenever things may be.

That is something I am taking into consideration and thus help me move on from day to day. However, people wouldn’t consider it as moving on unless you have totally erased the person out of your system. This can’t truly happen if there is a pure change of heart for both parties to consider.

So as for me: I love even if unrequited I love even if not reciprocated I love even if it’s all pretense for it is love that can only make a change. YOU: how do you deal with it?


photo credit: ni_cole

No More Kisses

your words are music to my ears
your voice takes away my fears
this part of you I adore
but baby, kiss me no more

my heart has been taken away
that night when you sing with me
“I don’t wanna miss a thing” you tell me
but kiss me no more I plea

the warmth of your skin I miss
the gentle touch of your caress
the smoothness of your kiss to my lips
oh but I want no more of this

I woke up today with a smile on my face
and felt the smoothness of satin and lace
and touch my lips as I remember the morn
when you left me with a kiss at the break of dawn.

Remembering October

Aside from Panaad Festival in April, the month of October is one of the celebrated month in Bacolod because of its Charter Day and the Masskara Festival. Last year, the festivities left an imprint that makes me somehow miss and hope that this moment would once again come with a twist – to end in the true spirit of Masskara: SMILE.

You enjoyed your glass of wine
while I stared at you from the line
you said hi’s and hello’s
to whom, I do not know

I rushed to catch a glimpse
of your face among the throng
where all I see is a happy face
dancing in the festive song

As the Masskara noises fades
and the crowd of people weakens
I sat still in the corner
hoping you would see me after.

But clearly things have changed
now only the mask remains
of smiles the night had brought
and behind it the sadness wrought

As I welcome the month of October
I would always remember
the days that gave me laughter
when you made me a fighter.

7 Reasons Why I Am Proud To Be A Filipino

The Philippines has become infamous in the world – from politics to tourism to doing business in the country, not to include the domestic helpers, care givers and all types skills. With this, we are branded as the source of manpower for the rest of the world to the point that other races degrade us to the lowest level. Still, we are able to survive and manage to smile amidst this atrocities. Here are the reasons why amidst all of this, I still am proud to be a Filipino:1. God Given Land
I believe that there is no such coincidence that I am born a Filipino. Everything was according to God’s plan and that he gave the Philippines to us for a reason. That is, to create a change that would eventually serve His purpose for His glory and honor.
2. The beauty of our SMILES!
The Philippines may not be known as the land of smiles, but nowhere in the world can you find a smile as genuine as that of the Filipinos. We smile, even though we face painful challenges that each of us and our race as a whole faces. We are among the top happy countries in the world despite economic downturns and political turmoil. And because of this we are a survivor.

3. Genuine Hospitality
The rest of the world can attest to the genuine hospitality that only Filipinos can offer. Even in our dire situations, we are able to offer the best that we can have, without prejudice to race, sexuality, religion and beliefs and culture. This maybe is one of the reasons why a lot of companies in the world would hire Filipinos especially in the field of human relations.

4. Love and concern for others.
We have been infamous as one of the countries where you can get a mail order bride. But one thing is true, we may be branded as such but the love a Filipino can offer goes beyond money and material things. Nothing can compare to how a Filipino takes care of a person. It just purely comes out of our hearts. As finite as life, so is the Filipino's love for you and the humanity.

5. Strong family ties.
One thing that you can never take away from a Filipino is his concern and love for his family. We reach out to each other not only for survival but to share the blessing each of us have to the rest of the family. So if you marry a Filipino, don’t be surprised when his or her parents are staying with you. That’s how close we are.6. There is beauty in diversity.
We have been colonized by three powerful nations in their respective era - Spain, Japan, United States. This made us Filipinos diverse and thus adaptive to any situations. You will find a mixture of everything in our food, culture and expressions but we live in one spirit – Filipino spirit. Together with the colorful festivities we celebrate the whole year round, the sense of nationalism and patriotism is present.
7. Ingenuity
Filipinos are genius in our own right. We manage to create something useful out of a garbage. The jeepney is our major form of transportation that was invented out of the US army’s truck (jeep). A Filipino invented the flourescent lamp which unfortunately was sold to the Americans who are able to buy a patent for it. We manage to ask a president to step down of his office without violence but only of the power of the people which inspired others to do so in their respective countries. We invented a “tricycle”(pedicab) out of a motorcylce (big bike). And a lot more.

These are but some of the reasons why I am proud to be a Filipino. And these are also some of the reasons why Filipinos are loved by other races despite the negative images that the media all over the world are showing. We may not be perfect, we do admit that we also have our own flaws. The best way to attest these, I would say: “Come to the Philippines and experience what is truly Filipino!”

The Face

Everyday we wear masks to attuned ourselves with the rest of the world. We do this everyday that we forget our hidden self... thus, when we are alone, we break into pieces, for something that is hidden grows stronger everyday that when it comes out we don’t know how to deal with it... ‘till we are renewed again....

We live in a world
of glory and fame
behind each shadows
of pain and shame

everyday is a mask
that hides the past
of secrets well hidden
with every shadows cast

a happy face from now and then
a sadder face is always but hidden

a billion masks the face
with each take of race
had long been junked and gone
but wait! There’s more to come

some wore a happy face
like that of a billionaire’s gaze
while some a face of gloom
captured in the corner of a dark old room

these faces tells a story
of grandeur, luster and pageantry
I may not know what they were be
but none of them is me.


photo credits: the face - ho young choi

Fragile

What’s better than to end a day in shame. Like a wounded soldier in front of the Gods of Olympus. I feel awful, like I’m stripped naked in front of so many eyes. Two consecutive days of disgrace. For two days I felt like I’ve lost my honor and medallion. Now, I’m a wounded soldier left to be devoured by wolves. Worst, the devouring seemed to be endless and so is the pain I’m feeling. This is bad. Soon I’ll drift into my own world again. Which I usually do to regain strength. Wish this will be over soon...

Let Me Be

sing to me your song
whisper it to my ears
wrap your arms around me
and lull me to my dreams

pour your heart out
shed those precious tears
cry it out loud
‘till the golden sun appears

let me be your strength
when everything is fear
your silence in the night
when its noises you hear

let me be your aurora
in the dark northern skies
lets drift from reality
and to our dreams we fly

let me be your warmth
in the cold morning dew
your cashmere, silk or velvet
a comfort you can drew.

let me be your coffin
to hug you when you die
let me be your “I love you”
when everything is “goodbye.”


PS. can't believe i've finished writing these after a few minutes of a rough day.

Rough Day

I had a talk with my boss... The not so good one. Well, I was evaluated and bummer... you know what I mean... these issues AGAIN??? when will these issues be over? Get over it!

I was just over reacting... I guess... hopefully. My first day in class after a week’s vacation in Baguio. I don’t wanna say something bad... against people... against anybody that can’t edify them... but things aren’t good when IT ISN’T TRUE. Yeah... yeah...yeah... I’M THE LOSER and YOU’RE THE GOOD GUYS... whatever...

I don’t have regrets...grudges nor ill feelings with my BOSS. She’s just doing her job for the good of the school. However there are these BUNCH of CRAPS who got nothing to do but talk about how to RUIN other people’s life INCLUDING me.

What ya gotta do is TALK to ME man! Personally. Not going into vines. But well that’s how these craps lives. They find JOY in others...RUINING OTHERS...

And it hurts. Hurts me much. You know... when you get to hear comments of close FRIENDS from OTHERS? Crap!!!

I’m fine. Just letting these things out of my system so I could stay grounded. I just need a BLUEBERRY CHEESECAKE!... that would be later... that means missing the gym.

A DIDO or IMOGEN HEAP would calm me down... better yet... BON JOVI!



PS. Sorry for my language... I just need a release...

NLTSGO 2009 Quotable Qoutes

Today is the last day of National Leadership Training for Student Government Officers and we’ll be going home in a few hours from now taking the 1:10 AM bus to Manila and 6:50 PM flight to Bacolod. We had a rich experience so far from the training except that its not that effective due to the huge student population who attended the said training. During the course of the training, I learned a lot from the kids, aside from bonding moments, there are some in between stuffs that make us enjoy each others company. Here are some few “quotable quotes” from my students that makes me smile and laugh – in a good way – whenever I remember them:

Ralph the Phlegmatic-Melancholic Guy
Ano man? Di ko gets? (What? I don’t get it?) – his response after all of us laughed at a joke over a meal.

Sorry guys ha, but I find joy in these things – after seeing a clear running water on a canal.


Ramon the Special Child
Nainit ko ah! (I’m mad!) – he expressionlessly said after his spoon drop in one of our lunch.

Maanu ko man? (What will I do?) – he asks himself, with his head turning from right to left and back while making sounds with his fingers everytime he takes a bath in the morning or whenever he decides on something.

Andrew the Indian Guy
Exchange student? – a teacher asked over lunch.

Kabalo siya mag-Ilonggo? (He speaks Ilonggo?) – a teacher asked after hearing him speak Ilonggo fluently.

Thea.... Yeah!
Marduk!!!

May ari ko di medicine! (I have medicines here!)

Miss boisterous laughter 2009!

Leah the Naive
Har.....har.... – said with a long pause in between after a joke has been said by Ramon.

Ahay ah, tani... (Sigh.. I wish..) – evrytime she finds something she wish she have or could have done.

Me the Observer
laughs every time my kids take on each others jokes... :-)
This is the beauty of being the author... hehehe...

A Moment With a Miss Universe

I was awed when she came out of the stage after she was introduced as our speaker. Tall, slender and morena. She wears nothing but the thinnest make-up, a wrist watch and a simple little earings. Very simple, yet she carries with her the elegance she always has. An epitome of a Filipina. She is more beautiful in person than on TV. I can’t help but remember when she was a crowd’s favorite and the judges as well when she almost had the crown during the Miss Universe 1999 at Trinidad and Tobago. No wonder she made it and landed first runner-up making the whole Philippines proud.

I was privileged to see her in person and listen to her talk being our speaker early this afternoon. she captured me like how she captured the world back in 1999. Miss Miriam Qiuambao had gone too far from a beauty queen to a TV host to a Real Estate developer. By sharing a part of her life to us from childhood to present, I am blessed. Indeed, an image of a true Filipina and a moment with a Miss Universe.



photos taken from: flickr and Ms. Miriam Qiuambao's blog.

Baguio for a Week

I’ll be on my way to Baguio a few hours from now... I’m inspired to write a poem but can’t seem to... I’m just overwhelmed by what I’m feeling. Am always excited to travel but this time, I’m not...even when I’m packing my things last night, I’d rather enjoy the PSP than pack my things...it’ll only be for a week but I wish I could just stay here in Bacolod. I don’t know exactly what bothers me... everything is fine – the place, the people, the trip – but there’s something holding me back. Wish I can get over with this when I arrive to Baguio tomorrow morning...

The Magallon Experience

the king of the world
the lost in transition
the road to perdition
the very long weekend
...
the magallon experience

Be Mine My Love, Be Mine

the long walks
and sensible talks
your sweet smile
with every hi’s and goodbye’s
these are some simple things
that makes me pause and smile

every move you make
sends rhythm to my bone
every words you speak
is a music to my soul

when I catches your stare
at my every unguarded moments
when you lay on my shoulders
every time you drift away
these are some small things
that makes me want you everyday

the joys you send
when you sing with me
is a bliss that mends
my longings with thee

be mine, my love, be mine
for time is finite that ends these all
when this heart of mine, still afraid to lose
this beauty of thine, forever I adore

these are some things
that makes me each day
to live and die
‘till I will and may.