Monday, December 6, 2010

Sometimes When it Rains




I want you to know my eyes are getting tired  crying for you.
My mind tells them to stop seeing you
In the fondest memories we have shared
In every hurt I feel for letting you slip away
In every painful regrets for choices I have made.
Now that you are gone, I am starting to fancy for rains
And sometimes when it rains, I feel a sudden surge of joy
They have little hands that amazingly hide my tears away from  my eyes
 Because I can just let my tears fall along with the raindrops
And pretend  I am happy dancing along with them.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Antique Collection

I am so delighted to know that my best friend obet bought an antique chests for me in Malaysia.Obet very well knew my passion for things that come with age and so when he got a glance of these old chests while gliding the side roads of Malaysia, he quickly took out some dollars and grabbed them home for me... Bet i am so excited for your homecoming in january of 2011!!!

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

HOLD ON MY LOVE


The steadfast and the mighty can sometimes be shaken
As they grip eternity and clutch the time not to end
They will be stunned how the faltering winds
Can waft the strength of their minds and the highness of their breath

Yes there is a time when oneness opens its hands
To a daunting breaking of a bonded existence
And at that point we will unwillingly uncover
The fiery bleakness of fading, drowning and dying promises

And yet as the silent chill continues to hurt
Our loud longing silently gather the slumbering might
To heal the festering sore, the bleeding cut
And restores what we had till forever my love.

So today as you say my love I, forever, will stay
Alight the doubts, wipe away all uncertainties
For in time you will find the unfaltering rays
Of a love that is told, an eternal oneness to behold!

Finding My One True Love

I know there’s a place you also patiently wait
That one day I will come and find you in a smile
But could it be just across where I stand
Or far behind where I stumbled
Or just simply around where I cried
The day i broke my heart and died.

Where do I find you?
Are you in those busy cafes or in those bare places?
Could you be that teller in the bank
Or that vendor across the street
Or could you be the new neighbour
Or the driver , or the gardener or the poker player?

I can’t imagine a life without you so come, please do come
And let me feel your heartbeat as I lay on your chest
With you whispering how beautiful life is
With us being together for a lifetime
Pounding everything that’s against us
And defying all hitches that come between us

The travel is far and tough, I know it is
It may end up even going back home still alone
But I will continue my search with unceasing faith
Even if it would lead me to finding the truth
That the one true love I have longed for
Is myself and no other more...

Second Chances

I wouldn’t mind telling myself that I’m missing you
I wouldn’t be bothered to say how stupid of me to let you go
That I long to trace your touch on evenings when you say goodnight
That I long to kiss those lips when you smile as I say sleep tight.

There were days I must say that life without you seemed right
But there were also nights that felt cold without you to hold tight
There were rainy afternoons that brought warm cosiness even without you
But there were sunny mornings too that seemed dark because I’m missing you so.

I hope you still keep the love letters I have written
Because yours are still here and are kept deep within
Do you sometimes think of me and the thoughts of what we used to be
Or have you gotten that far to say no trace of whatever to remind you of me.

If you believe in soulmates, I don’t know if you are the one
Well I hope to find mine before I’m eternally gone
But my heart tells me it’s you, believe me dear when i say so
Because each time I look at myself I always see you, beloved it’s true.

I still wake up each morning with a simple prayer, to tell you honestly
T hat I’d grow old endlessly happy with the person who chooses to stay
I still keep the faith of having you again so that in the end
It would be me and you walking hand in hand towards our final bend.

Along with the Ebbing Tide

You came so fast and went away
just as swiftly as the waves head off after kissing the shore
I cried and hoped that when the light dies out
I will find someone to guide me along the way.
My plight brought me to the point of nothingness
And after losing you I don’t seem to know now
how to grab the things that matter most
and to let go those that are not meant to last.
I wanted to know you are not going through without difficulty
That at least you’ll realize how hard life can be without me too
But you seem happy now and it hurts how easily you have set aside
Our time, our love, our promises and all that we have.
Those beautiful memories I have had with you
Are the only ones now I kept holding on to
Believing that in all of the dreams I make every night
I will have you briefly pleading me to stop weeping and go on with life.
I wanted time to travel slow but it flutters so fast
And as always, I am left downhearted with my broken aspiration
That at least for once I will see you missing some parts of me
So that along with the ebbing tide, I can now let you go freely.

Loving the Pain (Sequel to The Pain of Loving) 9:02 PM of September 28, 2010

By the time you read these lines
I swear I have learned to forget death and pain
And along with this new life
Comes the promise of falling in love again.

I thank God life is fair for both of us
Because when w e ended up, we equally lost each other
I did not just lose you
But you too lost me.

Now I learned that while the winds of pain truly blew me hard
It brought back my life to me
Yes the life I have lost because when I found you
I have left aside what was truly mine.

Yet still I have no regrets that we once became one
Because i know deep in my heart that i have taught you
To feel how it is when someone gives his all for love
Even to the point of losing what truly belongs to him.

Now as I start the first steps of finding love again
I pray that life gives you what you longed to have
So that in the end life would still be fair for both of us
You finding yours and me finding mine.

And Life Smiled At Me


When everyone seems to leave
and nothing is left of you ...
Breathe high and extol the heavens
For you still have your life with you

When people close to your heart
start to distance and forget you
whimper not for life will find someone
more precious and worth keeping for you

When after falling for someone
that someone suddenly dies out
wallop not your heart in dismay
one day you’ll know why he has to go

When after so many tries ,still,
you can’t get a grab of that slippery dream
doubt not your will to achieve
dreams are made to come and go

When you feel you can’t love anymore
and fate leaves you in a bitter end
forgive your heart and your spirit
and love will find you unexpectedly

In everything that comes your way
whine not but raise your spirit in praise
Someone up there is grinning at you
when you smile at life, life smiles at you too!

Where Are You

I remember how you cried along when life seemed hostile back then
You cuddled me as the first few drops of tears followed the stream of a flowing grief
And with those hefty mood we trusted life will recompense our heavy spirits
while yearning that one day our fancy dreams will bring us to the longings of our hearts

My time did come for a life heaped with the good things we wanted
But your time to see and share them with me suddenly took that startling turn
Awed with such a page in life I have never expected, I grieved for you
Leaving me reaped the fruits of our dreams and hopes in solitude and in tears.

I went out and looked for my missing piece, yes I still do till now
Believing that one day, with a sugary smile, I will get home humming our song
To find you eagerly waiting on that old chair we used to cuddle and tickle
Happy enough to claim we have beaten life’s mystifying battle of agony and misery

My words may not find you so soon my good old friend
But in time when my mind reaches that final bend
And when my spirit grapples the last strand of my breath
I will see you and hug you and we will be happy even beyond our graves.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

The Pain of Loving

In the beginning there is attraction.
And you start to live life beautifully.
Then he says he loves you and life starts to shower drops of rainbow bits.
And then you will think you’ve kept enough of them
and start to believe you will never get hurt anytime soon.

And life continues to be beautiful.
You laugh, laugh and laugh even louder this time.
Then the wind of change starts to blow.
And you are blown out of proportion.
Or so you think.
But you will remember the rainbow bits you have kept.
And those will tell you to hold on stronger-
To walk against the blowing of the wind.
And the wind gives up.

Life is beautiful again
because you think you have won a battle between life and love.
But then the wind comes back.
This time mightier than you can ever think.
And the chills start to get worst.
And you start to shatter.

And break into pieces.

And then you simply want to die…

Friday, May 7, 2010

To Suffer Rightly with Our Right to Suffrage

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Our right to suffrage should supposedly deliver us from the wayward politicians who have done less (if there was any) to pull us out of the economic mayhem we have learned to live by. But that is no longer what is happening now. The value of our voting power is no longer governed by what our conscience dictate. The worth of our freedom to choose our government is now dependent on the market value offered by every candidate. To date, I have yet to see a strong-willed Filipino who- amidst the tinkle of money (for the masses); the enticement of a promised position (for those rich ones close to the candidate); and the lure of regulation laxity (for the business tycoons) each politician offers- refuses to conform to the evil of vote buying.
Selling our votes means giving up our right to demand for the promises these politicians make. That goes to say that the Php1,000 (lower or higher) we get today out of our voting power inhibits us from whatever right for any objection we intend to raise tomorrow. With the small amount comes a long term silence- a silence that will give us the loudest uproar of deprivation; a silence that gives authority for those in our government to do whatever anomaly they intend to do; a silence that will keep our eyes open yet deaf-mute for all the irregularities in our country simply because we have sold our rights to rightfully question the culprits.
In analysis, there are no buyers if there are no sellers. The so called masses should realize how the money they receive so momentarily satiate some of their needs. That in the long run, they not only gamble their lives but also those who have chosen to exercise their right of suffrage conscientiously. If the masses who constitute the majority votes in this country (and who are the easy prey of those vote buyers) would only try to be selfless for once, we can rightfully and collectively condemn those who have not been faithful to their advocacies.
In a deeper analysis, there are no sellers if there are no buyers also. I wouldn’t blame the poor for taking what is being offered. I will blame the buyers for taking advantage of the frailty of those whose plights in life prompted them to contentedly pocket the small amount that would temporarily feed them and yet bit by bit would drown them into nothingness. Shame on the politicians who buy votes! -Shame on their selfish motives, shame on their hunger for power and shame on them for corrupting the minds of the poor.
Our uncertainties will continue to thrive. Our questions of deliverance will persist unless we start to take that one step of giving dignity to our voting power. Our current destitution is a result of irresponsible actions from both the voting public and the elected officials. The worthless blaming will continue unless we start to pin our hopes to not only the candidates but to ourselves as well. Let us respect our right to suffrage.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

WHY I LOVE STAYING SINGLE

WHY I LOVE STAYING SINGLE

If you had been with friends complaining about marriage quandary, you’ll easily get discouraged getting onto the marrying thing. The current statistics of soaring broken marriages should not only serve as a warning but should supposedly cautions us to be more critical on deciding whether to tie those knots. But as significant as it is, to me, staying single doesn’t have to do with having fear over what I saw and experienced with some of my “once married friends”. After all, I am convinced that keeping on a married life is a matter of perspective and willpower.

Staying single, to me, is a choice to stay happy. Alright, alright, don’t start raising those eyebrows yet. Hear me out and confer me the privilege to justify my cause.

Guilt-Free Life is Beautiful
Yah I know. Being married doesn’t totally end your being free if you are lucky enough to marry a very sympathetic, considerate and tolerant partner because that partner will never tell you to stop staying late at night with friends. That partner will keep silent over your weekend escapades you have been used to. Neither will that partner prevent you from bringing friends over your place to keep those late night videoke sessions you have been accustomed to going nor would that partner be nagging you to stay home on weekends. That partner will not give you restrictions, but your CONSCIENCE will. And when that thing (if I may call it) starts to hit you, there’s no way to go but give in and sacrifice the freedom you have been enjoying freely.

Continuing A Single Life is Blissful

Have you thought of waking up in the middle of the night figuring how your meager pay check can survive your family sustenance for a month? What about your newly-born baby’s expensive formula, the monthly utility bills, the unexpected visits to doctors, the salary of “inday”, etc... The list can go on and on until you run out of sweat and blood starts to come out. If you ask me on that, my answer is simple. I will never live a life mastering financial budgeting. I want to live blissfully as much as possible. Of course life is colourful when there are challenges to hurdle. But I am never fascinated to ordeals that will put other people’s lives at stake. I cannot let the baby cry whole day while eagerly waiting for the generous “Bombay” to lend me money. I cannot continue promising “inday” to stretch her patience a bit more because she also has a family waiting for that P2500 I am obliged to give three weeks ago.

Staying single is a gift you can give to yourself and to others. Imagine how lucky your family and friends can become if you are “available” anytime because no one is holding you back from them. You need not have a significant partner to enjoy what life has to offer. All you need is the liberty to enjoy every little detail of your being single.

Thank you for hearing me out. Those are just two of my so many reasons of staying single. I could have written five or more but that might strain your eyes already, hehehe. At least now, you’ll have some grounds to stop bragging me give up my single-blessedness. Stay posted for my impending piece WHY I SHOULD GET MARRIED.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

CONDOM CONDEMNATION


The recent DOH’s distribution of free condoms stirred up the Catholic Church into discomfort claiming the benevolent act of the DOH to be immoral and irresponsible (emphasis mine). The contradiction of rationale behind the condom’s issue, the DOH claiming condom to be the best alternative to control the spread of HIV/AIDS in the country and the church’s view that giving out condoms encourages people to engage in premarital sex and in promiscuity, set forth a divisive view of the Filipino people.
The church’s strong cause is to solve the issue of HIV/AIDS by treating the very source of it. This would mean rooting up the very reason why people would resort to premarital sex and promiscuity that is by building up strong values and a stable moral quotient. I couldn’t help but agree. However, I also accede with DOH’s point that while the epidemic has already spread to quiet a number of people, necessary control has to be done. Otherwise the virus will continue to spread considering that most of the infected people are actually unaware that they carry the virus or, if at all aware, are irresponsible enough to be cautious in satisfying their sexual urges.
Personally, while it is partly the government’s responsibility to address the issue on the increasing number of HIV/AIDS carrier in the country, the major burden should still lie in each of us to be more cautious in performing any sexual activity. And this is where the church’s view becomes more relevant. Because no matter how many condoms the government gives to the sexing public, if everyone engages in premarital sex and chooses to do without it (as majority claims “condomless” sex is better) the problem will continue to soar high no matter what effort is done. The bottom line still points to how responsible the sexing public is. And talking about being responsible is a matter of attitude. It is a matter of what values a person has and what outlook one believes in.
On the other hand, the church’s claim of using condom very “uncatholic” gets me into questioning. Would using condom make us less of a Christian? Would it really hurt our faith? Because as far as I’m concern it really doesn’t lessen my belief in God. I mean I know premarital sex is a sin but c’mon let’s face the reality that many of us do that. So the least we can do is take extra care against any negative consequence. If we cannot stop committing this wrongful act, we might as well do some justice by being responsible with our health and that of our partners’. And that’s where the use of condom becomes significant.
Can these two entities blend their seemingly competent solution? Why not give out condoms and institute a massive information drive and educate everyone on the values necessary to live out a responsible and worry-free life? Why not reinforce each other’s view between the issue of morality and safe sex. Combining two opposing unit wouldn’t really hurt, if only to address a more serious issue than the existing irreconcilable differences (if I may call it)? Who knows something good will transpire out of ignoring each other’s strong indignation. What do you think?

Sunday, March 14, 2010

When Forgiveness Becomes Us



Father Mario Sobrejuanite’s homily (aired over Studio 23) last Sunday on the gospel about “The Prodigal Son” brought me into thinking. You see, this favourite priest of mine never fails to ignite my inner sense every time he slices up the whole gospel relating every detail into stories that burst into flames of moral lessons that most of the time bring me into tears of affirmation. Thank you father Mario.

The Prodigal Son tells everything about forgiveness. Forgiveness at its highest degree and meaning. And I couldn’t help but go into raptures over the love behind that unconditional act of a father. A father who is never attached to revulsion and resentment after a son’s seemingly act of insolence. His is an example of how we should live out our lives. Of how we should reach out to every person we meet, reaching out with a forgiving heart and mind. But of course this is just as easy to say as it is hard to practice. When i say hard, I really mean at the risk of going under our pride and self-centeredness. And boy is it so hard to give up this evil thing called pride.

Cherie Carter – Scott in her book IF LIFE IS A GAME, THESE ARE THE RULES pointed out that sometimes we may resist learning to forgive because sometimes it feels good to blame people for their mistakes. It makes us look superior and righteous when we can look down our nose and hold a grudge toward someone who has wronged us. But this feeling feels enjoyable only for a very short time. Eventually, carrying a baggage of resentment becomes exhausting and even destroys the very foundation of our inner peace. The negativity that comes along with holding grudges does not only pull us down but tears us into pieces. And when we are torn apart, we become susceptible to illnesses and unhappiness.

We have a choice to live in forgiveness and unforgiveness as Elizabeth Kubler-Ross and David Kessler put it in their book Life Lessons. When we do not forgive, we hang on to old wounds, hurts, and upsets. We keep the unhappy parts of the past alive and feed our resentments. When we don’t forgive, according to them, we become slaves to ourselves. And becoming slaves to ourselves simply means making pride, negativity, and self-righteousness the core of our lives. Forgiving does not only free the offenders of their wrong. Forgiveness most importantly frees us of our inner desolation. And in effect by forgiving we are actually making our lives easier and a lot happier.

By experience, I have been to a lot of indignation. And each time, it was always so hard for me to let go of the transgression. When we say “I forgive you but I won’t forget what you ‘ve done” , in reality we don’t really forgive. There’s no such thing as conditional or partial forgiveness. Forgiveness is a single act that can never be given in installment. We either forgive or be stuck in a life of wounds. And the bad thing is, living a life of wounds means being in pain everyday of our lives. Ouch that feels bad.

The old maxim that says “time heals every wound” should be “with forgiveness, time heals every wound”. Because when we stay wounded, healing never takes place. We are stuck in a time of pain for as long as we don’t forgive. Time only starts to heal when forgiveness takes place. Deciding to forgive is not dependent on time. It is dependent on our will to forgive. When Jesus forgave one of the criminals in the Calvary, He did not wait for any specific time to forgive. He instantly forgave because that was His will. Jesus is forgiveness Himself.

Forgiving is always and will always be very hard. But here is a secret. Let’s practice to be like Jesus. Let’s make Him the core of our lives. Let’s emulate the very example he showed at the Calvary. And by so doing we become Christ-like gradually. And then we’ll be awed with how life becomes happier, easier, and worth-living.

Let’s practice forgiving every day until it becomes natural like breathing. One day we’ll wake up and realize forgiveness becomes us already.

Friday, March 12, 2010

The power of word

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Perhaps the most inevitable gesture anyone can do unless one is mute is talking. Yet even mute people sometimes utter strange words which only they can understand. Talking takes 90% of our waking hours. At least one still talks even when mouth is closed (with the advent of text messaging). Texting even talks more, only very silently. For that, one should not only be wary of what words to blow but should also be mindful of how these words appear to the hearer. More so if one is texting as emotion of the text is very much dependent on how the receiver takes it.
I have this text mate once, who started a word war with just the word “dense”. And boy was it so intense that we ended up not meeting at all. You see, even silent words can ruin the deepest of relationships. I have witnessed lots of friendship ended with just a slight gesture of not talking at all. Stillness even hurts more than talking itself. And that’s in fact what happened between me and my close friend. I need not elaborate.
The very best one can do is to see to it only sweet and soft words are blown out of the mouth. With beautiful words life can actually become light and comfortable amidst the harshness of every situation (be it economic or social or cultural) one deals with.
 Unfortunately, however, there are people who have naughty words already in their genes. And for these people seeing the negative effect of those words can be as delightful as they are ruinous to the recipient. And mind you, they are as harmful to the recipient as they are to the bearer. I’ve seen people lost their lives simply because of an appalling word. I’ve seen marriage broke because of a single abysmal comment from a spouse. I’ve seen best friends torn apart by just a simple inexcusable utterance of words. That’s how powerful a word is. But as destructive as they are, words can also be the most powerful tool to change lives. I’ve seen people soar high with their career because of just one encouraging word. I’ve read and heard stories of great people whose lives have been transformed by just a single cheering word from an unexpected stranger.
 The magic of sweet and nice words can always transform even the most impossible situation. I bet you have been witnesses of all those magical transformations with the people close to you.
I have always been an advocate of saying sweet, soft and nice words. There’s always an unexplainable result when one says beautiful and lovely words. The effect is mutual and instant. It simultaneously uplifts the spirit of the recipient and the bearer. There’s no quarrel to that. And I wish people realize how enriching life can become if we practice talking beautifully. Let’s be bearer of powerful life-changing words. It always pays to be one. Believe me.