may we forgive...

One can be
forgiven easily from forgetting someone,
we all would leave anyways
and will be forgotten...
but the way we live
and the lessons we learned
and the lessons and life we share
will forever live on...
if only we remind ourselves that.

Each and every day
is a chance to live fully,
make a difference
or even just make someone's day
a little brighter, a bit better.

I sure hope one day,
we'd all learn to be conscious
of our mortality and not waste so much
of the irreplaceable resource (24 hours each day)
being bitter and making others feel bad,
mad or sad too.

Here's a toast to that day.
It'll come...
soon.

reminder...march on!

AND I’ve also been to me…

 “I’ve been to paradise… AND I’ve also been to me…”

1. At most mornings, 

I brush teeth while on the shower. 

2. One of my greatest pleasures is 

gazing at the rain falling. 

3. Seeing books, notebooks pens 

and papers takes my breath away. 

4. Tries so hard not to be late 

because I usually am impatient 

waiting for other people. 

5. 3 to 4 hours of sleep is 

more than enough for me. 

6. I interpret dreams. 

7. I’m a film buff. 

8. I’m good at keeping memories but 

I also have a talent of auto-deleting  bad ones. 

9. I keep bills and notes in my wallet

sometimes they last for years. 

10. I go to a coffee shop to read but
I usually end up eavesdropping…

11. I like the taste of ice cream
even if it is rainy/raining. 

12. I don’t like eating. 

13. I love sunsets. 

14. I’m so transparent and vocal, 

at times, I wish I wasn’t. 

15. I like basketball and frozen yogurt equally. 

16. I believe that ‘walking’ is the best exorcism.. 

17. I teach, I love it but I don’t like being in a room 

full of people except when I teach. 

18. I can stay very quite for a long long time.

19. I don’t like reading books that are read 

by more than 10 people in the same period. 

20. Sometimes I ride public transpo 

(bus, jeepney, tricycle) just to joyride. 

21. Flowers are good but letters are better.

22. I believe in love but I also believe 

that it can be learned, or faked. 

23. When I meet disgusting people or 

have convos with them, 

I imagine punching them (in the face). 

24. I weep on deaths but I can always 

face that it’s a fact; as natural as life.

25. I can always pretend … 

if I want to and … when needed.  

flashback 2010: i eat 5x a day

breakfast... breaking the fast...some hard-cooked egg (some call it hard-boiled)...this was when i still use the common-kitchen (september blues)...mixed nuts for morning snack, courtesy of dean manding...yummy, especially 'coz it's free! then teh lunch!!! one big red apple. a reminder.

frozen yogurt for dinner? why not... it's packed with nutrients and good bacteria! i don't know if it's just me, but after a small cup of  frozen yogurt, i felt full...kept the craving at bay 'til about midnight---

midnight snack - roasted corn dipped in apple cider vinegar. munch munch munch...don't ask me if this is any good. i say--- try!!!

[of course this is not a daily food sked (this is just an episode of my temporary life)... i eat rice with veggies, rice with alamang, rice with fish, rice with some chicken (not in one sitting) every now and then...plus water water water]

oh well, i eat. i pray. i love. i live...and...i just felt like sharing! (winks)

she is all there is...

how else will you know that she loves you
how else will you know that she cares
when all she is to most is a worker
for wages, for ages, for cages
to lose...

how else will you know that she wants you
how else will you know what she bears
when all she is to most is a mother
for daughter, for sons, for some
to choose...

how else will you know that she needs you
how else will you know what she dares
when all she is to most is a friend
who advises, who cries, who helps
to bemuse...

how else will she know that you love her
how else will she know that you care
when to most all she is is a worker
for wages, for ages, for cages
to lose...

how else will she know that you want her
how else will she share what she bears
when to most all she is is a mother
for her sons and her daughter
to choose...

how else will she know that you need her
how else will you know how she dares
when to most all she is is a friend
who is there to advise and to help
to bemuse...

to bemuse to help to advise her friends
on their worries and their hurts
to dare look into the problem
as if it is that easy...
perhaps it really is

to choose her daughter or sons over some
over some love, she chose to forget
she is a mother most of all
as if it is that easy...
perhaps it really is

to lose herself from the cages by wages
or love or lover whatever ages bring
she cared, she loved, she worked
as if it is that easy...
perhaps it really is

so not love

after dejuicion, perfect
better decision than none

mob of might-coloreds
stealing some, little space
not to grow, not at all
no dream
no plan
no way

crumpled, pleasing taste
stealing little, some place
not to glow, not at all
no way
no need
no thing

afterward, onwards known
nothing but grapes -humiliated!

loving to the foolest

i went back to the trails we once trod

hoping to find you there still

---but you weren't anymore

my foolish heart

was foolish enough

to assume that

your heart

was foolish enough

to wait foolishly

without a promise

how foolish this heart has been!

i went back to the trails we once trod

hoping to hear your echoes

---but i heard your laughter

your laughter

with someone else

i couldn't talk

i couldn't walk

i couldn't dare 

even to look

at you, at her

how foolish this heart has been!

foolish enough my heart has been again

dreaming you were almost mine

---but you just smiled

and all i have

all i have left

all that is left

are the trails

we once trod

the trails 

the trails