Past
We have to discard the past
and, as one builds
floor by floor, window by window,
and the building rises,
so do we keep shedding
first, broken tiles,
then pompous doors,
until out of the past
dust rises
as if to crash
against the floor,
smoke rises
as if to catch fire,
and each new day
it gleams
like an empty
plate.There is nothing, there is always nothing.
It has to be filled
with a new, fruitful space,
then downward
tumbles yesterday
as in a well
falls yesterday's water,
into the cistern
of all still without voice or fire.
It is difficult to teach bones
to disappear,
to teach eyes
to close
but
we do it
unrealizing.
It was all alive,
alive, alive, alive
like a scarlet fish
but time
passed over its dark cloth
and the flash of the fish
drowned and disappeared.
Water water water
the past goes on falling
still a tangle
of bone
sand of roots;
it has been, it has been, and now
memories mean nothing.
Now the heavy eyelid
covers the light of the eye
and what was once living
now no longer lives;
what we were, we are not.
And with words, although the letters
still have transparency and sound,
they change, and the mouth changes;
the same mouth is now another mouth;
they change, lips, skin, circulation;
another being has occupied our skeleton;
what once was in us now is not.
It has gone, but if they call, we reply;
"I am here," knowing we are not,
that what once was, was and is lost,
is lost in the past, and now will not return.
-Pablo Neruda
7/23/2004
7/21/2004
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Nature Boy
There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he
And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return"
-moulin rouge
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he
And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return"
-moulin rouge
7/20/2004
Gratitude
" I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me. But it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once and it's too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and not try to hold on to it. And then it flows through me like rain. And I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. Don't worry, you will someday. "
--Lester Burnham
--Lester Burnham
7/18/2004
breathless - lifehouse
I'm finding my way back to sanity again
Though I don't really know what i'm gonna do when i get there
I take a breath and hold on tightSpin around one more time
And gracefully fall back to the arms of grace
Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door
And listen to you breathing
Its where i wanna be, yeah
Where I wanna be
I'm looking past the shadows in my mind into the truth
And i'm trying to identify the voices in my head
God wish won't you
Let me feel one more time what if feels like to feel
And break these caluses off me one more time
Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside of your door
And listen to you breathing
Its where I wanna be, yeah
Oh i don't want a thing from you
Bet you're tired of me waiting for
The scraps to fall off of your table to the ground
La da da da...Cause i just wanna be here now
Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door
And listen to you breathing
Its where i wanna be, yeah
Where I wanna be
--breathless
Though I don't really know what i'm gonna do when i get there
I take a breath and hold on tightSpin around one more time
And gracefully fall back to the arms of grace
Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door
And listen to you breathing
Its where i wanna be, yeah
Where I wanna be
I'm looking past the shadows in my mind into the truth
And i'm trying to identify the voices in my head
God wish won't you
Let me feel one more time what if feels like to feel
And break these caluses off me one more time
Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside of your door
And listen to you breathing
Its where I wanna be, yeah
Oh i don't want a thing from you
Bet you're tired of me waiting for
The scraps to fall off of your table to the ground
La da da da...Cause i just wanna be here now
Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying
Even if you don't wanna speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me
Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door
And listen to you breathing
Its where i wanna be, yeah
Where I wanna be
--breathless
7/17/2004
A Purpose
I think that what children desperately need is a moral purpose, and a lot of our children here aren’t getting that. Instead they’re getting parents who are very concerned about getting them into the right colleges, buying the best clothes for them, giving them an opportunity to live in neighborhoods where they’ll lead fine and affluent lives and where they can be given the best things, to go on interesting vacations, and all sorts of other things.
-"Becoming A Man" by William Bausch.
-"Becoming A Man" by William Bausch.
7/11/2004
The Butterfly.
One day as a small opening appeared on a cocoon, a man sat for several hours watching the butterfly struggle to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no further. So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily, but it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened. In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly. What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening was nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings. Then the butterfly would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we were allowed to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could be. We could never fly.
Neither happened. In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly. What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening was nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings. Then the butterfly would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we were allowed to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could be. We could never fly.
7/10/2004
The Ex.
Now I have an idea why people make such big deals about exes. You know... stuff like, getting over the ex, dealing with the ex, being friends with the ex and being an ex.
I am an ex. I know that it's stupid and silly to sound as a part of my life revolved around being somebody's ex. But I can't help it... that title packs a pretty strong punch. I am now and official member of the "love and lost" club. And while it's a title I don't exactly want, I have to admit that it does say something about me.
I am an ex. I once loved someone who really loved me back. But that someone didn't stay... so I had to let that someone go.
I cried. A lot. I spent countless nights wondering what went wrong, my muffling sobs with my pillows so that no one would suspect that something was amiss. I'd reminisce about out happy times, then break down when I'd realize that the person was no longer mine. I analyzed every single detail of our breakup. I talked endlessly about my situation. I spent nights in tearful telephone conversations and my days in daydreams where we'd end up in each other's arms again.
Sometimes that person still makes my world turn, I'd do anything for just to get that someone back. But sometimes, I saw that someone as the bitch incarnate who broke my heart, and who deserved to be horsewhipped at the very least.
I told myself that I was all for the better. That this was destined. My friends offered advice, none of which I hadn't heard before: "It's a sign that you're not meant for each other," "When God closes a door, He opens a window," "Someone better is coming for you," "There are so many other fish in the sea," etc.
But it didn't work. Because deep down, I still believed that person was the one. No one, except me, could ever say who is deserving of the love i give. And I couldn't understand how this was all for the better... when everyday seemed more torturous than the last... not being able to be with that person the way I wanted to be, seeing that person so unaffected, and dealing with my broken-and-smashed heart and bruised ego.
I tried to immerse myself in other activities to forget about that person. I went out a lot. I filled my schedule with movie marathons, shopping sprees, clubbing and partying. It worked for a while... but then there were times, times when my mind was cleared of the busy thoughts I tried to occupy it with, that I would think of that someone. Memories would sneak up to me on tiptoes, catching me in my most vulnerable moments.
I tried to show the world that I was OK. That I was over that someone. That it is fine just being friends. I didn't go around with a big "X" on my forehead, nor did I go around with puffy eyes and tissue box. I tried to live my life, as I knew it before I met that person. People thought I was doing great.
They heard me laugh, and they saw me smile; I seemed happy, they said; and I told myself I was. But in the solace of my room, where I tried to organize my thoughts and sort out my feelings, I had to admit to myself that I wasn't truly happy. Because I was still yearning for someone, and my heart still ached for something that could not be.
It's been more than a month now since we broke up, surprisingly, things have gotten better(?) I've changed. Somewhere along the way, I realized that the person wasn't the only one out there for me. I also realized that there were valid, powerful reasons why we split up. And I've become stronger, older and wiser.
That person has changed as well, when I look at that person, sometimes I still see the person I fell in love with. Sometimes I think that one's the same person as before... the same sweet smile and contagious charm that I fell for, and I like to believe that the rest of that is changed as well. But then I take a closer look and I realized that person HAS changed... that I don't know that person anymore, not really... not enough to love and care for as I once did.
I am an ex. I've loved and lost. I've cried tears for the things that were and that could have been. I've rested with intense feelings of love and hate, of jealousy, of frustration. I've tried to rebuild my world without the person whom it used to revolve around. I've tried to save myself from the depths of depression and self-pity, and when I couldn't do that, I tried to preoccupy myself.
I don't know exactly what I gained, or how much I lost. Maybe someday it will all be clear to me... then again, maybe not.
I am an ex. I know that it's stupid and silly to sound as a part of my life revolved around being somebody's ex. But I can't help it... that title packs a pretty strong punch. I am now and official member of the "love and lost" club. And while it's a title I don't exactly want, I have to admit that it does say something about me.
I am an ex. I once loved someone who really loved me back. But that someone didn't stay... so I had to let that someone go.
I cried. A lot. I spent countless nights wondering what went wrong, my muffling sobs with my pillows so that no one would suspect that something was amiss. I'd reminisce about out happy times, then break down when I'd realize that the person was no longer mine. I analyzed every single detail of our breakup. I talked endlessly about my situation. I spent nights in tearful telephone conversations and my days in daydreams where we'd end up in each other's arms again.
Sometimes that person still makes my world turn, I'd do anything for just to get that someone back. But sometimes, I saw that someone as the bitch incarnate who broke my heart, and who deserved to be horsewhipped at the very least.
I told myself that I was all for the better. That this was destined. My friends offered advice, none of which I hadn't heard before: "It's a sign that you're not meant for each other," "When God closes a door, He opens a window," "Someone better is coming for you," "There are so many other fish in the sea," etc.
But it didn't work. Because deep down, I still believed that person was the one. No one, except me, could ever say who is deserving of the love i give. And I couldn't understand how this was all for the better... when everyday seemed more torturous than the last... not being able to be with that person the way I wanted to be, seeing that person so unaffected, and dealing with my broken-and-smashed heart and bruised ego.
I tried to immerse myself in other activities to forget about that person. I went out a lot. I filled my schedule with movie marathons, shopping sprees, clubbing and partying. It worked for a while... but then there were times, times when my mind was cleared of the busy thoughts I tried to occupy it with, that I would think of that someone. Memories would sneak up to me on tiptoes, catching me in my most vulnerable moments.
I tried to show the world that I was OK. That I was over that someone. That it is fine just being friends. I didn't go around with a big "X" on my forehead, nor did I go around with puffy eyes and tissue box. I tried to live my life, as I knew it before I met that person. People thought I was doing great.
They heard me laugh, and they saw me smile; I seemed happy, they said; and I told myself I was. But in the solace of my room, where I tried to organize my thoughts and sort out my feelings, I had to admit to myself that I wasn't truly happy. Because I was still yearning for someone, and my heart still ached for something that could not be.
It's been more than a month now since we broke up, surprisingly, things have gotten better(?) I've changed. Somewhere along the way, I realized that the person wasn't the only one out there for me. I also realized that there were valid, powerful reasons why we split up. And I've become stronger, older and wiser.
That person has changed as well, when I look at that person, sometimes I still see the person I fell in love with. Sometimes I think that one's the same person as before... the same sweet smile and contagious charm that I fell for, and I like to believe that the rest of that is changed as well. But then I take a closer look and I realized that person HAS changed... that I don't know that person anymore, not really... not enough to love and care for as I once did.
I am an ex. I've loved and lost. I've cried tears for the things that were and that could have been. I've rested with intense feelings of love and hate, of jealousy, of frustration. I've tried to rebuild my world without the person whom it used to revolve around. I've tried to save myself from the depths of depression and self-pity, and when I couldn't do that, I tried to preoccupy myself.
I don't know exactly what I gained, or how much I lost. Maybe someday it will all be clear to me... then again, maybe not.
i hate love. fuck.
Aaaaarrggghhh…
It occurred to me again, this time in the middle of what’s supposed to be a time to relax. I kept you safe within the remote areas of my consciousness, but suddenly, as if driven by an unknown force, your memory unearths itself, returning some sort of unfinished business. Consequently, I pause from being dazed and I start thinking about you.
And it always left me a touch of sadness.
As far as I was concerned, I made it a point not to think about you anymore, at least not that often as I used to, in the form of preoccupation. There are lots of things to do, friends to spend time and energy with, family affairs (yeah, right!), radio, and the internet. There are even lots of new objects of affection in the rough. ^_^’
Works for the most part, I should say. Within the confines of my room with everything beside me, there is forgetting.
Just like the manner by which ice cubes freeze bacteria within their crystal networks. As long as they remain frozen, everything’s safe. There is no need to worry.
But somehow, you still manage to permeate my system, as if it were an expertise or a tediously-learned skill. Moment by moment, you profusely enter my mind, filling my awareness with lost memories of once-upon-a-times and whatnots. Memories of holding hands, afternoon walks, lunch outs, text messages and phone calls instantly zoomed into my mind as if they were scenes from a Matrix flick. I also remember of yesterday’s seemingly unbreakable promises and proclamations of forever. Fuck.
I should’ve put into mind what an old friend told me, ‘Forever’s not real’. Grr.. remembered Sarah Geronimo [Forever’s not Enough]. I have always yearned to understand what had happened between us. “US” won’t even suffice: was it even a real relationship? We just hung out and talked and spent time together more often than we did with our other friends and colleagues. Sometimes it pained me that I could not do anything in my power to force you to effing tell me whatever’s going on in your mind. Certainly, the ambiguity was present, the ambiguity which you never wanted to clarify.
I could only let you go on with whatever it was that you desired, whether it be ranting about your insecurities, rejoicing over happier news or lamenting about your eventful past. On the other side, I remained silent in the middle of your hyped-up emotion. I was like a child with beaming eyes, eager to hear more stories of how you came about to be the person that you are. For you, once told me, that listening to you gave you strength to go on, and so I did. I have always wanted you to be okay.
Yet when it was my turn to be heard, the silence was a void. I suspended my disbelief when I convinced myself that you always meant well, whenever you apologized for there was nothing you can do about my bouts of depression, or when you simplify things by saying that everything’s gonna be alright. I know I should not expect things from other people; perhaps I was at fault when I wanted more from you when you can only give so little.
You hurt me. You hurt me many, many times. You hurt me so intensely I never dared to tell you anything about it. I was a fool to think that it was a better way of dealing with things. And that, I presume to be my biggest mistake: I abandoned myself. I sought for your happiness that I forgot about mine altogether.
And just like that, you vanished, very much like a soap bubble floating across air. I have watched you in complete awe, wonder and even fascination. And similar to any ethereal fleeting moment, you were gone, leaving me clueless as to whether you even existed in the first place.
So maybe what we had was love. Maybe I loved you, and I hope to heavens that you really loved me back: even just for a split second when we held each other’s hands, or during that moment when I looked into your eyes, or the time when I laughed at one of your silly quirks, or during the time you told me that you *really love me* while you were sobbing because you can’t imagine what would happen if I leave you. I’d be content with that idea, I’d be content that in the course of our ‘whatever-it-is-called’, there was a moment of mutuality; even if it was so fucking quick I never noticed it all.
Perhaps I still do love you, but that won’t do much now. I can fight to save everything that I’ve invested, but I chose not to. I have treasured you in the past, and that will be enough. Right now, all I can do is wish you well in all your endeavors.
The end is only a beginning disguised as a parting. I will still think about you every now and then, probably be sad once in a while, but you need not to worry. For I am okay and I will be okay under all circumstances. It may take time for me, but in the long run, it will be all worth it. I may still risk myself, but every risk in its own respect is worth taking anyway. Love is such a convoluted mixture of emotions and decisions that it’s a matter of working your way through it.
Thank you for gracing my life like a whirlwind, leaving me breathless and hurt, inspired and furious, affectionate and listless. You’ve taught me quite a lot (without you knowing it) and I learned them in the most humbling (and heartrending) manner. Thank you for showing me what it means to be human, to commit mistakes, and to discover how to regain myself after everything that had happened.
Like what I heard again from a friend, 'Ad astra per aspera.' A rough road leads to the stars. I’m on my way to becoming stellar.
It occurred to me again, this time in the middle of what’s supposed to be a time to relax. I kept you safe within the remote areas of my consciousness, but suddenly, as if driven by an unknown force, your memory unearths itself, returning some sort of unfinished business. Consequently, I pause from being dazed and I start thinking about you.
And it always left me a touch of sadness.
As far as I was concerned, I made it a point not to think about you anymore, at least not that often as I used to, in the form of preoccupation. There are lots of things to do, friends to spend time and energy with, family affairs (yeah, right!), radio, and the internet. There are even lots of new objects of affection in the rough. ^_^’
Works for the most part, I should say. Within the confines of my room with everything beside me, there is forgetting.
Just like the manner by which ice cubes freeze bacteria within their crystal networks. As long as they remain frozen, everything’s safe. There is no need to worry.
But somehow, you still manage to permeate my system, as if it were an expertise or a tediously-learned skill. Moment by moment, you profusely enter my mind, filling my awareness with lost memories of once-upon-a-times and whatnots. Memories of holding hands, afternoon walks, lunch outs, text messages and phone calls instantly zoomed into my mind as if they were scenes from a Matrix flick. I also remember of yesterday’s seemingly unbreakable promises and proclamations of forever. Fuck.
I should’ve put into mind what an old friend told me, ‘Forever’s not real’. Grr.. remembered Sarah Geronimo [Forever’s not Enough]. I have always yearned to understand what had happened between us. “US” won’t even suffice: was it even a real relationship? We just hung out and talked and spent time together more often than we did with our other friends and colleagues. Sometimes it pained me that I could not do anything in my power to force you to effing tell me whatever’s going on in your mind. Certainly, the ambiguity was present, the ambiguity which you never wanted to clarify.
I could only let you go on with whatever it was that you desired, whether it be ranting about your insecurities, rejoicing over happier news or lamenting about your eventful past. On the other side, I remained silent in the middle of your hyped-up emotion. I was like a child with beaming eyes, eager to hear more stories of how you came about to be the person that you are. For you, once told me, that listening to you gave you strength to go on, and so I did. I have always wanted you to be okay.
Yet when it was my turn to be heard, the silence was a void. I suspended my disbelief when I convinced myself that you always meant well, whenever you apologized for there was nothing you can do about my bouts of depression, or when you simplify things by saying that everything’s gonna be alright. I know I should not expect things from other people; perhaps I was at fault when I wanted more from you when you can only give so little.
You hurt me. You hurt me many, many times. You hurt me so intensely I never dared to tell you anything about it. I was a fool to think that it was a better way of dealing with things. And that, I presume to be my biggest mistake: I abandoned myself. I sought for your happiness that I forgot about mine altogether.
And just like that, you vanished, very much like a soap bubble floating across air. I have watched you in complete awe, wonder and even fascination. And similar to any ethereal fleeting moment, you were gone, leaving me clueless as to whether you even existed in the first place.
So maybe what we had was love. Maybe I loved you, and I hope to heavens that you really loved me back: even just for a split second when we held each other’s hands, or during that moment when I looked into your eyes, or the time when I laughed at one of your silly quirks, or during the time you told me that you *really love me* while you were sobbing because you can’t imagine what would happen if I leave you. I’d be content with that idea, I’d be content that in the course of our ‘whatever-it-is-called’, there was a moment of mutuality; even if it was so fucking quick I never noticed it all.
Perhaps I still do love you, but that won’t do much now. I can fight to save everything that I’ve invested, but I chose not to. I have treasured you in the past, and that will be enough. Right now, all I can do is wish you well in all your endeavors.
The end is only a beginning disguised as a parting. I will still think about you every now and then, probably be sad once in a while, but you need not to worry. For I am okay and I will be okay under all circumstances. It may take time for me, but in the long run, it will be all worth it. I may still risk myself, but every risk in its own respect is worth taking anyway. Love is such a convoluted mixture of emotions and decisions that it’s a matter of working your way through it.
Thank you for gracing my life like a whirlwind, leaving me breathless and hurt, inspired and furious, affectionate and listless. You’ve taught me quite a lot (without you knowing it) and I learned them in the most humbling (and heartrending) manner. Thank you for showing me what it means to be human, to commit mistakes, and to discover how to regain myself after everything that had happened.
Like what I heard again from a friend, 'Ad astra per aspera.' A rough road leads to the stars. I’m on my way to becoming stellar.
7/09/2004
Identity
If you want to identify me,
ask me not where I live,
or what I like to eat, or
how I comb my hair;
but ask me what I am living for,
in detail, and ask me
what I think is keeping me
from living fully for
the thing I want to live for.
-"My Argument with the Gestapo" by Thomas Merton
ask me not where I live,
or what I like to eat, or
how I comb my hair;
but ask me what I am living for,
in detail, and ask me
what I think is keeping me
from living fully for
the thing I want to live for.
-"My Argument with the Gestapo" by Thomas Merton
7/08/2004
7/06/2004
Superstar
Superstar
Jamelia
People always talk about
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
All the things there all about
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
Write it on a piece of paper
Got a feeling now see you later
There's something bout me
Let's keep it moving
And if it's good lets just get something cooking
Cus I really wanna rock with you
I'm feeling some connection to the things you do
(You do, you do)
I don't know what it is
That makes me feel like this
I don't know who you are
But you must be some kind of superstar
Cus you got all eyes on you no matter where you are
You just make me wanna play
Baby take a look around
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
Everybody's getting' down
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
Deal with all the problems later
Bad boys on there best behaviour
There's something bout me
Let's keep it moving
And if it's good lets just get something cooking
Cus I really wanna rock with you
I'm feeling some connection to the things you do
(You do, you do)
I don't know what it is
That makes me feel like this
I don't know who you are
But you must be some kind of superstar
Cus you got all eyes on you no matter where you are
You just make me wanna play
I feel you movin'
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
I just give into the groove and then
You just make me wanna play
If you just put pen to paper
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
Got that feelin' now see you later
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
Make your move
Can't we get a little closer?
You rock it just like your supposed ta!
Hey boy I aint got nothin' more to say
Cus you just make me wanna play
I don't know what it is
That makes me feel like this
No no gotta be gotta be a superstar
All eyes on you ohhh eyes on you
You make me wanna play
I don't know what it is
That makes me feel like this
I don't know who you are
But you must be some kind of superstar
Cus you got all eyes on you no matter where you are
You just make me wanna play
Jamelia
People always talk about
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
All the things there all about
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
Write it on a piece of paper
Got a feeling now see you later
There's something bout me
Let's keep it moving
And if it's good lets just get something cooking
Cus I really wanna rock with you
I'm feeling some connection to the things you do
(You do, you do)
I don't know what it is
That makes me feel like this
I don't know who you are
But you must be some kind of superstar
Cus you got all eyes on you no matter where you are
You just make me wanna play
Baby take a look around
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
Everybody's getting' down
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
Deal with all the problems later
Bad boys on there best behaviour
There's something bout me
Let's keep it moving
And if it's good lets just get something cooking
Cus I really wanna rock with you
I'm feeling some connection to the things you do
(You do, you do)
I don't know what it is
That makes me feel like this
I don't know who you are
But you must be some kind of superstar
Cus you got all eyes on you no matter where you are
You just make me wanna play
I feel you movin'
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
I just give into the groove and then
You just make me wanna play
If you just put pen to paper
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
Got that feelin' now see you later
Hey oh hey oh hey oh
Make your move
Can't we get a little closer?
You rock it just like your supposed ta!
Hey boy I aint got nothin' more to say
Cus you just make me wanna play
I don't know what it is
That makes me feel like this
No no gotta be gotta be a superstar
All eyes on you ohhh eyes on you
You make me wanna play
I don't know what it is
That makes me feel like this
I don't know who you are
But you must be some kind of superstar
Cus you got all eyes on you no matter where you are
You just make me wanna play
Kahlil Gibran
... But today we kneel only to truth..." - Kahlil Gibran
I have created a new site in tribute to our very own Kahlil Gibran. Kahlil Gibran Online will feature most of his works and paintings. I hope people will still find interest in history and literature.
I have created a new site in tribute to our very own Kahlil Gibran. Kahlil Gibran Online will feature most of his works and paintings. I hope people will still find interest in history and literature.
I Promise You
I Promise You
It's in the silences
The words you never say
I see it in your eyes
Always starts the same way
It seems like everyone we know is breaking up
Does anybody ever stay in love anymore
I promise you
From the bottom of my heart
I will love you 'til death do us part
I promise you
As a lover and a friend
I will love you like I'll never love again
With everything I am
I see you look at me
When you think I'm not aware
You're searching for clues
Of just how deep my feelings are
How do you prove the sky is blue
The ocean's wide
All I know is what I feel
When I look into your eyes
Oh, There are no guarantees
That's what you always say to me
But late at night I feel the tremble in your touch
What I'm trying to say to you
I never said to anyone
You're everything I am
With everything I am
It's in the silences
The words you never say
I see it in your eyes
Always starts the same way
It seems like everyone we know is breaking up
Does anybody ever stay in love anymore
I promise you
From the bottom of my heart
I will love you 'til death do us part
I promise you
As a lover and a friend
I will love you like I'll never love again
With everything I am
I see you look at me
When you think I'm not aware
You're searching for clues
Of just how deep my feelings are
How do you prove the sky is blue
The ocean's wide
All I know is what I feel
When I look into your eyes
Oh, There are no guarantees
That's what you always say to me
But late at night I feel the tremble in your touch
What I'm trying to say to you
I never said to anyone
You're everything I am
With everything I am
7/04/2004
Life with Road Shows
For how many times that Filipinos wanted to place the right person in Malacañang. It is the path for a better country. But while going, they are offered an entertainment by candidates in exchange of their votes.
These are great 'shows' and shows produced by some people surrounding the candidate, who are eager to place their bets in the national offices because of not-far-from-their-bets self interests.
We are not far from 'shows' that's happening right in front of our face written by people who could pull scripts from their sleeves, minimally if not forgetting to consider that their dealing with persons.
Personal life and politics are like a road trips. Our goal is to be at our destination safely -- and fast . But since nobody wants to miss the entertainment offered on the road, we tend to give time to these shows. We could think that it will make our trip with ease or we could learn from them.
Unfortunately, not all of those shows on the road will let us go easily once we decide of returning to our trip. They want us to slowdown, if not stop. Here, a test of life comes in: are we letting these shows prevent us going?
These are great 'shows' and shows produced by some people surrounding the candidate, who are eager to place their bets in the national offices because of not-far-from-their-bets self interests.
We are not far from 'shows' that's happening right in front of our face written by people who could pull scripts from their sleeves, minimally if not forgetting to consider that their dealing with persons.
Personal life and politics are like a road trips. Our goal is to be at our destination safely -- and fast . But since nobody wants to miss the entertainment offered on the road, we tend to give time to these shows. We could think that it will make our trip with ease or we could learn from them.
Unfortunately, not all of those shows on the road will let us go easily once we decide of returning to our trip. They want us to slowdown, if not stop. Here, a test of life comes in: are we letting these shows prevent us going?
stupid thoughts
LAST time, I told mysef that I can control myself when it comes to pride. I even thanked a girl for that.
But last Saturday, I think I pushed myself out of my path. Just as I thought Im going better, now, it seems pride has many branches and there should, also, be many solutions.
I did the wrong thing. I never thought insecurity would push me.
Nobody can tell. Probably I could loose the friendship I chose long time ago, after befriending the girl that I love.
"And I could see clearly, an indelible line was drawn between what was good, what just slipped out and what went wrong." -- Stupid Mouth by John Mayer.
And myself this time is the casualty. It was stupid.
But last Saturday, I think I pushed myself out of my path. Just as I thought Im going better, now, it seems pride has many branches and there should, also, be many solutions.
I did the wrong thing. I never thought insecurity would push me.
Nobody can tell. Probably I could loose the friendship I chose long time ago, after befriending the girl that I love.
"And I could see clearly, an indelible line was drawn between what was good, what just slipped out and what went wrong." -- Stupid Mouth by John Mayer.
And myself this time is the casualty. It was stupid.
Pessimist?
Having a comeback to write on a blog is not easy. Especially, if you're stuck on times you choose not to be in.
I admit, there are more things that can make me happy. How many? Numbers could overwhelm those bad moments that make me sad. But unfortunately for me, it was never a numbers game. There are just these things that were few but I value much. But the picture is, they're on a down turn.
I'm down. Because of the things that are few, or should I see it as just one, but I value much.
I admit, there are more things that can make me happy. How many? Numbers could overwhelm those bad moments that make me sad. But unfortunately for me, it was never a numbers game. There are just these things that were few but I value much. But the picture is, they're on a down turn.
I'm down. Because of the things that are few, or should I see it as just one, but I value much.
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