you are a kite – fly high

made by mama’s skillful hands, you are formed beautifully. colored with love in each strand – inspired to fly, fly so free… fly high kite, fly and fly, to the heights, to the heavens. fly high kite, to the sky, discover your dreams – see new edens…go steady kite, in facing currents, balance, remember, is a friend. swing and dance even in torrents, to one side, to the other – to the end…

then as you fly, you see, you feel, the past, the now, the future. find some strength but be still. you are the one- be one with nature… and if your wings would ever wear, slowly come back, for a rest. ‘coz no wind can ever give you a tear. with dignity and pride – you passed the test!

afraid of being afraid?

he is just a man and he keeps on saying it. he is just a man and he can be a subject to many-a-things a man could...struggle upon... says felbert (an old buddy). felbert may just be a name but the man behind that name is more than just a man. he even is sometimes everything but just a man. he is more than just a man 'coz he knew that he is just a man. what is just a man? why is simply accepting you are makes you aren't...is this some kind of a philosophical joke? oh i'm afraid i could not linger on this matter. i am afraid i have known much that i'm afraid i might be afraid to go the wrong way. yes. perhaps. i'm just afraid.

tell me in your simplest language, who is to say that a man shouldn't be afraid? a man could be afraid - he should be afraid sometimes. this world could sometimes be so strange. this world could sometimes be so big...so big...and...so strange...that it is almost so understandable if one couldn't help but be afraid. talking matter of factly, anything in this world: from friendship to religion, from money to love...could send shivers to one's bones...as if it would take a miracle to remove the plug. oh miracles happen everyday. i'm just afraid people want more...and more...and more.

game 4 blues

july 8, 2009. PBA finals, game 4. San Miguel vs Ginebra. awarding night for the MVP. from school we went there. used the mass transit to be there on time. (rush rush rush) whew! here's the cost (all in philippine peso- $1=48) : motor-bike to railway station= 25, train ticket=13, donut holes=45, game ticket=85, iced tea=40, popcorn=70, jeepney fare back to the dorm=15...that would be 293 in all. amp! and my team lost (despite the full-blast cheering, i needed ginger brew afterwards) --- by 2 points! how frustrating...

missing gensan

what is it about gensan that i miss a lot today?...
...the grilled tuna
...the smooth traffic
...the cheery students
...the lazy afternoons at dacera pool
and...the yellow poppies.

graduate school is a hospital

goodbye michael... michael jackson have fought with his demons recently and tried to live his life anew, but he was gone too soon...i guess, not too late...goodbye to a great artist, i grew up listening to him and digesting his lyrics. richard bach, in illusions, said: here is a test whether your mission on earth is finished: if you're still alive, it isn't...hmmm...perhaps.

i am seated here minutes now, and am about to write my thoughts about graduate school but it seemed to have flown away (the thoughts) after hearing several songs by MJ played in the net cafe (thriller, heal the world, happy). i lost my supposed topic...hahaha...well, as what i have started writing, graduate school is a hospital so i must have it in my mind that students like me are somewhat 'sick' and is in need of healing (more of un-learning)...i'm tired, and sick (of what i still have yet to specify) but one day(soon) i'd be healed.

sad and mad but hopeful

with everything negative that has been happening in this part of the world, one can't help but feel sad and mad...sometimes driving the usually sane and calm yuppies at wit's end. it's hard to remain insensible and unattached but it seems to be the most sensible thing to do. arrrggghhh!!! will it still pay to be hopeful?

chances...2nd, 3rd...nth--why not?

a rainy but good morning here in manila. yesterday was weird: hot-cold-hot-cold... weird enough to get to people's heads. negative vibes almost everywhere...tsk tsk tsk...for one, the day made me wonder why there are other people who can't seem to give other people chances: chance to change and prove their worth, chance to re-create and re-learn and live anew, chance to have a chance at chance. the question is not "why"...it is "why not".