Archive for September, 2005

blogging - a way of life?

Thursday, September 29th, 2005

certain things are not meant to be feasted by the public eye. but since the advent of blog, beaming a beacon of light on some little pieces of one’s private self in exchange of being popular and famous seems worth the bargain. so many are enticed.

some ordinary people who are gifted with words became instant celebrities. people who have the uncanny skills with graphic arts are beheld with awe and envy. people with extraordinary guts for spilling too much details - for weaving facts with surrealism - are either regarded as demigods or (kulang sa pansin) KSPs. Even real celebrities themselves joined the bandwagon. Maybe, for fear that ordinary people like us would overshadow their popularity. hehe…

but how much of one’s private niche should be opened for a peek that one wouldn’t feel invaded?

in my case, my virtual habitat will only reveal either my ain’t really deep thoughts or some obscure realities i am going through.

i am a too private fellow to go into details…

some things are best left unsaid.

Bulaga!

Wednesday, September 21st, 2005

surprises. they all come knocking at your door unexpectedly. most aren’t even too polite to use the doorbell. they just simply barge in right through your niche you call mediocre-routinary-everyday life.

but grand suprises. ahhh…. they’re the one’s that shock you sane. they cheer you up, that you put on a smile of a fool, who use to dream of impossibilities. they grow wings out of your feet that you soar far beyond cloud nine.

i just love surprises.

grand surprises - i hope they will come often.

Thy Cloud

Friday, September 9th, 2005

Thy cloud drizzles love
Upon my fragile heart
Tenderly it salves
Like a maestro does his art.

Moistened, my heart leapt with delight
With thy cloud above my sight
In the midst of wilderness
What we share is sheer happiness

But thy cloud turned gray too soon
Lonesome, my heart lets out a croon
Thy dark cloud poured forth rain
Flooding my heart with pain.

words wish i wrote

Friday, September 9th, 2005

i am a sucker of good quotes. be it from books, magazines, films, songs, articles, interviews or even from a friend’s mouth. some i have noted down. some i saved in my mobile’s memory space. some were engraved in my can-not-be-trusted memory. some have been forgotten and erased. but here are some of my favorites…

“they say that love is touching souls
surely you touched mine
because a part of you
pours out of me
in these lines from time to time…

… you are in my blood like holy wine
you taste so bitter
you taste so sweet
i could drink a case of you
but i would still be on my feet”

– A Case of You / Joni Mitchell

“if i was not so weak
if i was not so cold
if iwas not so scared
of being broken
growing old
i would be frail”

– Frail / Jars of Clay

“When stars have all gone out
You’d still be burning so bright”

– Answer / Sarah McLachlan

“I think that when we look for love courageously ,
it reveals itself and we wind up attracting even
more love. If one person really wants us, everyone
does. But if we’re alone, we even become more
alone.”

– The Secret Life of Bees / Sophie Monk Kidd

“We can never judge the lives of others because
each person only knows their own pain and renunciation.
It’s one thing to feel that your on the right path path,
but it’s another to thinks that yours is the only path”

– Kahlil Gibran

” Youth is not a time of life, it is a state of mind.
It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and
supple knees. It is a matter of the will, a quality
of imagination, a vigor of the emotions. You are
only as young as your faith, as old as your doubt;
as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear;
as old as your despair.”

– Samuel Ullman

so many partings

Sunday, September 4th, 2005

pilgrims, that is what we all are
always on the move
always chasing dreams after dreams
restless
boundless
insatiable to the taste of success and glory

how many more walks are there to tread?
how many more truths should be revealed?
how many beloveds should be left amissed?

… that one can finally find a niche and call it HOME.

i am sorely missing a dearest friend