from my twitter, because I need to preserve them here on my blog too. >_<
Aug. 11
Filtering moonlight
shifting, tracing, seducing
eyes close ecstasy
Aug. 12
Lights out, eyes closed, pray
Bring peace to the world, oh Lord
Judge less. Hate less. Love.
Aug. 13
Sky. Cloudless. Moonless.
Look. Don't blink. Don't miss. Sparkle.
Grasp. Caught. Falling star.
Aug. 14
Warm night and cool breeze
Sip a tall margarita.
Crashing waves. Hammock.
Aug. 15
Teddy bear cuddles
Within your arms I snuggle
Forget my struggles
Good night, world, good night.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Wednesday, May 07, 2014
Nearly mid-year report
Hellooooo!
I haven't been blogging because well, I've been busy? Yeah I have been.
Let's see, before 2013 ended, we had 2 family reunions. Photos are in facebook.
2014 kicked-off with me having a 166-book reading list. Yeah, I'm down to 98 now, but some of those books I just skimmed, or outright deleted because I wasn't going to waste my time on them. And before you say what a huge reader I am, those are trashy novels and teen or young adult novels. hihhihi
Went to Baler. Went to Borubudur, where I tried to get enlightened.
Successfully planned and threw a surprise party for Mom, without my siblings and I killing each other.
Got diagnosed with KP (itchy chicken skin on my arms and legs) according to derma, due to the heat. Yet another skin condition I have to manage. :(
Started French classes at U.P. Yihaa.
Considering taking up Japanese. Because Naruto and other anime.
Full on planning with K for our France and Italy trip.
Work is pretty much the same, meaning I love it. Although people are starting to ask me what I plan to do next. I actually have no idea. I still think 2016 is far in the future for me to make concrete career plans.
I will try (hahaha) to start sorting my photos to post. Maybe next week or next month or next year!
In the meantime, seize the day!
I haven't been blogging because well, I've been busy? Yeah I have been.
Let's see, before 2013 ended, we had 2 family reunions. Photos are in facebook.
2014 kicked-off with me having a 166-book reading list. Yeah, I'm down to 98 now, but some of those books I just skimmed, or outright deleted because I wasn't going to waste my time on them. And before you say what a huge reader I am, those are trashy novels and teen or young adult novels. hihhihi
Went to Baler. Went to Borubudur, where I tried to get enlightened.
Successfully planned and threw a surprise party for Mom, without my siblings and I killing each other.
Got diagnosed with KP (itchy chicken skin on my arms and legs) according to derma, due to the heat. Yet another skin condition I have to manage. :(
Started French classes at U.P. Yihaa.
Considering taking up Japanese. Because Naruto and other anime.
Full on planning with K for our France and Italy trip.
Work is pretty much the same, meaning I love it. Although people are starting to ask me what I plan to do next. I actually have no idea. I still think 2016 is far in the future for me to make concrete career plans.
I will try (hahaha) to start sorting my photos to post. Maybe next week or next month or next year!
In the meantime, seize the day!
Saturday, December 21, 2013
An English language assignment
Alliterations and (made-up) collective nouns. Please help!
A - anthems of apathy
B - bastions of bastardy, babble of bitches
C -coils of confusion
D - dregs of drudgery
E - excess of emotion
F - flights of fancy
G - gaggle of geese
H - hints of happiness
I -
J - jumps of joy
K -
L - lots of love
M - minutiae of mundanity, mediocrity of the mundane
N -
O -
P -
Q -
R -
S -sacks of sorrow
T - tales of torture, tales of torment
U -
V -
W -
X -
Y -
Z -
A - anthems of apathy
B - bastions of bastardy, babble of bitches
C -coils of confusion
D - dregs of drudgery
E - excess of emotion
F - flights of fancy
G - gaggle of geese
H - hints of happiness
I -
J - jumps of joy
K -
L - lots of love
M - minutiae of mundanity, mediocrity of the mundane
N -
O -
P -
Q -
R -
S -sacks of sorrow
T - tales of torture, tales of torment
U -
V -
W -
X -
Y -
Z -
How do I not love thee
how do I not love thee?
let's not bother counting the ways
my mind can't think of sense or rhyme
to show the depth and breadth and height
of how I don't love thee
But if truth be told and heart unlocked
I love thee
I love thee
I love thee
_________________________________________
*Inspired by
let's not bother counting the ways
my mind can't think of sense or rhyme
to show the depth and breadth and height
of how I don't love thee
But if truth be told and heart unlocked
I love thee
I love thee
I love thee
_________________________________________
*Inspired by
| XLIII. "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..." by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) |
| How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. |
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Wednesday, November 06, 2013
A dreamland haiku
Smile and walk with me
Hold hands in the sunlit street
Part when roused from sleep
Hold hands in the sunlit street
Part when roused from sleep
Monday, October 28, 2013
Free! Iwatobi Swim Club
I thought I'd try my hand at those Keep Calm posters!
I got the photo at the bottom right from glogster.com
teeheehehee.
I got the photo at the bottom right from glogster.com
teeheehehee.
Monday, October 07, 2013
Who am I?
No, really. Who am I?
I've tried answering this but no easy answer comes. I am all the things that I have experienced. All the people I have loved and who have loved me. All the densely packed cells, molecules and atoms, and all the infinite space within.
Who I am changes with every letter I type in this post, every second that passes, every cell that dies, every electron that spins on its orbit.
Who I am now means that there was a me then, and a me in the future. And this me now who is no longer, but was the me of the future.
When the now is so encompassing that a blink can be eternity and every breath could be infinite, who I was and who I will be fade into insignificance compared to the peace of being now.
When the now is so fleeting that a blink can be death and every breath could be final, who I was and who I will be fuses to the me now who lives with the demands of being now.
In that moment when I of past, present, and future become one, every experience flashes by in confusion, all love and hurt are one, subatomic particles fall out of sync and crash into each other, the universe expands and contracts, a supernova. Until all I see is light.
And I am light.
I've tried answering this but no easy answer comes. I am all the things that I have experienced. All the people I have loved and who have loved me. All the densely packed cells, molecules and atoms, and all the infinite space within.
Who I am changes with every letter I type in this post, every second that passes, every cell that dies, every electron that spins on its orbit.
Who I am now means that there was a me then, and a me in the future. And this me now who is no longer, but was the me of the future.
When the now is so encompassing that a blink can be eternity and every breath could be infinite, who I was and who I will be fade into insignificance compared to the peace of being now.
When the now is so fleeting that a blink can be death and every breath could be final, who I was and who I will be fuses to the me now who lives with the demands of being now.
In that moment when I of past, present, and future become one, every experience flashes by in confusion, all love and hurt are one, subatomic particles fall out of sync and crash into each other, the universe expands and contracts, a supernova. Until all I see is light.
And I am light.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
DIY: Letting go (An outdoor activity)
Imagine one of those fluffy grass seeds that were so common those lazy summers of our childhood in Manila. Or maybe an individual dandelion puff.
Picture one in the center of your palm. Don't close your fist. Hold your palm flat or slightly curved. Cradle that seed.
Close your eyes. Remember all the things that you want to let go. Or focus on only one. A person. Of course, it's always a person. Think of all the things about him that make you hold on to him. Let them flash in your mind one-by-one. Laugh if you feel like it. Cry if you need to. Make sure that you include every detail.
Now, try to push all these thoughts and memories into the seed cupped in your palm. You still have that seed don't you? If you've crushed it or forgotten about it, go back to the first paragraph.
Infuse that seed with everything that you want to let go. The weight of the years and the intensity of your feelings might make you think that the seed can't hold it all in, but it will. Trust me.
When you are sure that you have cleaned out your mind very well, and have not kept a secret stash of memories somewhere else, say your goodbyes. Say it because you need closure. Say all you need to say, all that you have kept inside for so long. The words need to go as well. The seed has more than enough room.
When all this is done, you are ready.
Hold your hand completely flat and blow on the seed. Watch it fly away, rising into the air.
Turn away before it descends. You don't need to know where it goes or where it lands.
You have let it go and it is no longer yours.
You have let him go and he is no longer yours
Feel the depth of emptiness. Don't worry about it. You will soon fill it up with other memories.
Picture one in the center of your palm. Don't close your fist. Hold your palm flat or slightly curved. Cradle that seed.
Close your eyes. Remember all the things that you want to let go. Or focus on only one. A person. Of course, it's always a person. Think of all the things about him that make you hold on to him. Let them flash in your mind one-by-one. Laugh if you feel like it. Cry if you need to. Make sure that you include every detail.
Now, try to push all these thoughts and memories into the seed cupped in your palm. You still have that seed don't you? If you've crushed it or forgotten about it, go back to the first paragraph.
Infuse that seed with everything that you want to let go. The weight of the years and the intensity of your feelings might make you think that the seed can't hold it all in, but it will. Trust me.
When you are sure that you have cleaned out your mind very well, and have not kept a secret stash of memories somewhere else, say your goodbyes. Say it because you need closure. Say all you need to say, all that you have kept inside for so long. The words need to go as well. The seed has more than enough room.
When all this is done, you are ready.
Hold your hand completely flat and blow on the seed. Watch it fly away, rising into the air.
Turn away before it descends. You don't need to know where it goes or where it lands.
You have let it go and it is no longer yours.
You have let him go and he is no longer yours
Feel the depth of emptiness. Don't worry about it. You will soon fill it up with other memories.
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