You have come and touched my life
and made me feel how much you love me.
You always tell me that I'm your princess,
you showed me how much you care for me.
Everything you did and every words you said
are important to me, so in my heart I kept it.
You did lots of things to show your love for me.
I know, in your mind there's something you want to know.
You have query that needs an answer.
In your heart you want to feel if I really love you
and if I do, how much?
It's not enough saying it only to you,
so I showed it also.
I am trying to get out of my niche but somebody stops me... I am trying to get out from mere boredom but somebody pulls me back...I am trying the advance but somebody triggers me to come in basics...I am trying to grow but somebody holds my growth.
No one really points a knife on my neck to do these so. But my conscience can't afford to have a fast forward while somebody is left behind... I can't take to see my fellow soldier dying in a battle while i am striving for my own survival. I almost reach the finish line but i ran back to help the stumbled one.
it is amazing to stand out in a crowd and be looked up by everyone...But I rather be a dwarf forever, looking up to help those tall feel they stand out.
The happy and the better life
(Published on the Manila Bulletin's Broken Silence column, May 22, 2007)
I don’t have any plans of permanently leaving the Philippines. There was never a moment in my life that I thought of riding an airplane and stay away from my motherland where I was born and made me realize what life is really all about.
If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
And yet in the past (I grieve to state),
She never had been exactly "straight".
And the second -- she was beyond all cavil,
A model of virtue, I must confess;
And yet, alas! she was dull as the devil,
And rather a dowd in the way of dress;
Though what she was lacking in wit and beauty,
She more than made up for in "sense of duty".
ANG BAYAN KONG PILIPINAS
Ang bayan kong Pilipinas
Dati kang lupain ng ginto't bulaklak
Ngayon sa kumunoy ikaw ay nakasadlak
Dati ay may pag-ibig sa iyong palad
Nag-alay ka ng ganda't dilag
Ngayon, pag-ibig nila ay kumupas
Alay na ganda't dilag ay puno ng paglibak
Pilipinas ko, ikaw ay dating minumutya
Ngunit ngayon bakit ikaw ay kinukutya?
Dati'y pugad ka ng luha't dalita
Blogging is the new trend. Diaries are now outdated. Gone are the days of my time when you have to write your detailed and private record ofmy every day in a journal.
I am currently reading the following books and I struggle to finish them before July:
1. Possession by AS Byatt
2. The Way We Live Now by Anthony Trollope
3. Lytton Strachey:The New Biography by Michael Holroyd
I just bought three days ago Dostoevsky:Reminiscences by Anna Dostoevsky for P50 at an RSO Bookstore. Anna was the second wife of Fyodor D. I leafed through its first few pages yesterday. Quite interesting.
Kaming isisnilang sa kadiliman ng mundo
mga mata naming natatakpan ng mga anino ng ibang tao
bakit ang liwanag ay ipnagkait?
katauhan ay inyong inalis.
Bakit ang katauhan ninyo ay sa amin ipinipilit
at mundo namin ay inyong pinihit,
sa landas na minsan na ninyong ginamit
ito ba sa inyo ay magpapasaya ng labis?
Kaligayahan ay di na namin alam
ni hindi na hinangad na matagpuan
sa buhay naming puno ng kawalang pangarap at pag-iisa
kalungkutan ay sapat na.
o nilalang ano ang iyong hinahangad
na sa akin ay ipinapatupad
February 18, 2006 was my best birthday party so far. (My birthday is actually on the 19th, but scheduled it on the eve, a Saturday, so people could stay up late.) Everyone screamed and danced the night away with Shane's Magic Sing, and when our collective lack of exercise got the better of us, the other magic happened.
Most of my invited guests were, as you would expect, artistically inclined -- from the worlds of music, literature, filmmaking, photography and sculpture -- and some had just met. I wasn't really expecting anything, but I guess it all started when, past midnight, Joy asked Palanca winner Joel Toledo to recite one of his poems. He recited from memory, and after a few false starts, finally nailed it down. Thereafter, we needed little prodding as each of us took turns sharing his or her work, or reading other works like Pablo Neruda poems (Joy), Elizabeth Bishop poetry (Ian), and the Filipino adaptation of The Vagina Monologues (Joei brought a copy). After Joei's brilliant reading, someone suggested that the guys read from The Vagina Monologues, and Joy's friend Sven, a German student/teacher at La Salle, was one of the people who obliged. It was hilarious, with Joy and Ian recording for posterity Sven's performance with the latter's cell phone. (Joy, don't forget to send us those immortal clips -- Crown might be right: we could get rich hehe).
kaakibat ng masidhing pagnanais ko na makaalpas sa sitwasyong mayroon ako ngayon ay ang walang pakundangang pag-alaala sa'yo at sa nakaraan... Bakit nga ba ako natakot at nagpanggap?.. tuloy ngayo'y mistulang isang nilalang na inaaway ang sarili sa pagnanais na bumalik sa iyo.. At bakit nga ba hindi? At bakit naman ako babalik???
Ang mga susunod na mga araw ay muling pag-alaala.. alam ko, na sa kabila ng sumisidhi pang pagnanais ko na makapiling ka ay ang pagtanggap ko sa katotohanang ika'y naglaho na... Unti - unti iiwanan kita at ang pagsiphayo ko sa alaala nating dalawa.....