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Sunday, April 15, 2012

My Reads: The Best of Me by Nicholas Sparks

My Reads: The Best of Me by Nicholas Sparks





         The time I realized that I do have this innate zeal for the written, as much as my love for writing, I swore to myself never to box in books written by specific novelists or writers and just focus on the contents, subjects and stories themselves. And I did read without getting to know the minds behind the titles. I praised some books, be disappointed by others and was indifferent to a few for the stories themselves.  I did not want to be awed by some specific names after reading their bests only to be drastically disappointed with their few badly written releases.  But then, I came to meet THE Mr. Sparks in the form of a 2nd hand (God knows how many hands it had passed through) paperback I picked up for Php 20.00, along with other few finds in a garage sale along Colon Street way back 1997 while killing off boring free hours during freshman college.  That book had a printed image of an old colonial house porch overlooking a vast plantation.  I read it overnight and I swore after I finished it that it’s going to haunt me for a long time.  I guiltily wished that someday, it’d be turned into a movie because I thought the love story I just read deserves to be told to a wider audience knowing only a few heaps would choose to read. I did not know back then that that book was the beginning of a man’s feat on a genre not many writers would choose to dwell on.  And yes, the novel was adapted into film many years after (2004) which ultimately became a classic to most women.  The Notebook became my first favorite novel by Nicholas Sparks and ended my thoughts, well just most of the time, that I can’t have favorite authors.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Dream Of Me


Have you ever missed someone so much you literally bite your pillow just so you can hold yourself from bawling out the pain. 



I did. 

I had been missing someone so bad that I feel like bleeding inside. Two days…it sounds too short of a period to be missing him already but it’s been the longest time since I heard his voice. 

I hope that I cross his mind, too. 

While I kept myself busy jumping from reading, writing, doing chores, staring at nothing…then silently weeping, with me was my ever-amazing music playlist who never failed to pull of a soundtrack to every drama I subject myself into. 

Here’s one that had put me to sleep after a weary day…and again, at the first note, He just took me away…. 

I wish to dream of him again tonight…and maybe, when he can find himself wanting to close his eyes, he can just follow me there and I’ll wait…. 



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(To play and listen to the video, please press "STOP" on the default music player below )
credits to ilovesetomaru of Youtube

Dream of Me 
Kirsten Dunst 
(From the Movie Get Over It) 

Let me sleep
For when I sleep 
I dream that you are here
You’re mine
And all my fears are left behind
I float on air
The nightingale sings gentle lullabys
So let me close my eyes

And sleep
Per chance to dream
So I can see the face I long to touch
To kiss
But only dreams can bring me this
So let the moon
Shine softly on the boy I long to see
And maybe when he dreams
He’ll dream of me

I’ll hide beneath the clouds
And whisper to the evening stars
They tell me love is just a dream away
Dream away (echo 3x)
I’ll dream away

So let the moon
Shine softly on the boy I long to see
And maybe when he dreams
He’ll dream of me 

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I will see you nin my dreams later, baby….



Wednesday, February 9, 2011

I know....



I know when I'm lonely coz...



I didn't mean to cry though and I'd rather smile...but...


and...



Still...why the tears?  When will it stop from flowing?
My heart bleeds because...



Why would I miss someone who was never mine?



I already knew that since the first day...but why have I stayed?



Be where you can just hold me in a heartbeat....
Where I can just feel your breath and have it as my own....
Be where there will be no more goodbyes....
Just be where you are...

You will never know what you do to me every time I hear and see you, but it kills me that right now we can't be together. No matter that I will always have something in my heart for you, and it would make my life complete if you were in it. I love everything about you, and I ache for that moment when I get to see you. I just want you to know that I will be here ... waiting for you.


But for now...



Because in my heart I know that...



And although...


Someday, somehow, we'll find our own place and time
Make our own paradise and heaven for...


...and create seconds, hours, days and years of laughter and tears, 
this time, together because....



So...

Will you walk with me?


And...


I do swear that I'll always be there.
I'd give anything and everything and I will always care.
Through weakness and strength, happiness and sorrow, for better or worse, 
I will love you with every beat of my heart! 


And if by chance I'd get millions of lifetimes beyond what I have now...
I know...


Because...





Saturday, January 22, 2011

From my Island to your Mountain











The clock's ticking in the background. I've never heard it so loud and clearly 'til now...'til this very moment when I'm staring back at an empty browser. I still wanted to tap some more words...words to tell more of how I feel, but as I try to raise my fingers to the letters that may form those words, I find myself holding them back. You need to sleep. You need to close your eyes now and lay back to your most peaceful state. Away from the pressures of the cars needing your most careful and immediate fix. Away from some grating customers...away from the sad thoughts from yesterday and some not so certain glimpses of tomorrow and...away from me...again.


As I tried to rewind towards three months back, I saw myself smiling from a tiny speck of light emerging from from you. Am I falling in love again? I heard myself ask. Why not? I know myself too much not to see the signs. But a little two months earlier from that moment, I lost the only love I promised myself to. Lost the only anchor I had left to keep on waking up each day.... Lost the life that I chose over the rest of the world. And for a brief instance, I suddenly understood the grim thoughts of the despairing souls before ending their own lives. It's always easy to judge those who were weak...but that's all we can do---to judge mercilessly so we can't be in their shoes. Never did I touched myself, though, amid all those dejections and hopeless days when he left. Although, he went away with something from me...something I will never get back. No matter how long I will fight to outlive the stars, it will never be the same. I will never find it nor hear of its whispers.


For days, weeks and months...I fought for my sanity. I saw myself laugh so hard with people I lost along the way for him...so I could cry myself hard 'til I dry up at nights. I heard myself curse reality and be forever in a 'limbo'. I loved him. And yes, loved him so painfully much that after all that has happened, I can't find ill words to say about him. And I know as you read this, if you ever will, can feel what I mean. You've been in the same ship as I was. Maybe, had even been to worst storms and the coldest of mountains. You fell for someone who was bound to shatter your heart and left you a scar I can never wipe away. I was happy with no one before him. He came and made me love too much only to tell myself "STOP...he's not coming back!" She was your first love...and he was mine. And we both heard ourselves say at one point in time that we "only want to be with one person forever".


And then you came. I saw my most promising sunrise at somewhere 9000 miles away. I came at your virtual doorstep to drop a friendly gesture yet you welcomed me to your most comforting living room with coffee and toast. Without realizing it, you were the only person to have known what really happened. You listened without judging. With you, I found a peaceful retreat. Somewhere I can relive my past, unburden myself, leave it there and have a lighter me as i get back to my present. I didn't expect to fall for you nor did I hope and wanted to...not with anyone for a long time. Perhaps, you may have also stopped wanting to be with someone, too. But, do I love you? Yes, in a heartbeat, I do! Your simple ways and admirable character makes me want to become a happier person. You made me believe, once more, that Love, indeed, is patient, kind and not resentful. You gave me back the inner peace that I need.


That thing he took with him? He can have it. A part of me may be missing, but I found a new home. A home where I can only care about what I have now and where I'm starting to build our lil dreams again. I can smile now remembering the faceless bittersweet feelings of the past. I pray that they find their own happiness now, as I have found mine.


As I continue to type, I see an image of you sleeping silently on your couch, smiling this time, as if you just caught a sheep as it tried to jump. I love you, not just because for being who you are. Not because it is you I am with right now. Not because I need to. I love you for the reason that is unknown to me or you. I love you for the bigger power that I can never start to explain. I love you as I continually prove myself wrong when I'm in doubt. I love you and, as I always tell you, that I will never get tired of saying it 'til your ears hurt. Now, sleep soundly, my love. I know it's cold out there so here's my blanket. Feel the warmth now as I whisper goodnight. A few "wake-ups" from now, then we'll be together, for as long as the universe stretch out forever


Saturday, December 11, 2010

Echoing Whale Sounds From That Night







    The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart.  True enough, I believe.  When was the last time you actually hear yourself say, “these are my friends….” and not just see them as good company for sheer fun.  I remember saying those words a lot.  I only have a few, of whom some might not even count me the same.  They were the bunch who were there with me when I started to understand my whole ABCs.  The experiences shared with them, no matter how insignificant, molded my trail.   A trail that was less than seamless yet the kind of path I’d take in a heartbeat over and over again.

     On a one cool December evening, listening to some of them crazily making whale sounds while half submerged on the waters and as I rolled on the camera, I could not resist thanking myself for not being somewhere else.  And in a fuzzy, I found myself travelling through time and saw their faces aging backwards to a time when I first saw us together in a room; all curious, hopeful, optimistic…all in a dying period when friendship still starts at hellos, eye contacts, handshakes and smiles.

     Year 1996.

     The year Kofi Annan was elected as Secretary-General of the United Nations and the year Java was released.  Spice Girls, BSB, Alanis Morisette…anyone?

     I really thought Maribel was a ‘He’.  What with that short boyish trim and her donning some jeans on the Pre-First Day General Assembly.   Then there was Ivy. The A1-looking stud who I’ve seen a couple of times during Division Meets and some forgettable inter-school contests.  Except for Maribel and Ivy and with my eyesight beginning to weaken that time, I could not figure out who else I’m going to spend the next four years with, except the familiar ones I knew from Primary School.

     Alas…there goes the single-lined train of students walking from the Division Office to “Compre”.  Can’t get any grander “Entrance” than that!  And a laboratory for a classroom?  Hmmm, sweet!  All those funny puns from our infamous First Day can still crack us up, after being retold of over and over again.

     I still can’t believe I mistook Ramil of having a crush on Jemar on the First day.  I also thought Sanny and Michelle, who I caught holding hands at times, were an item.  But who could ever beat the loveteam of the Century? Hear that, Maribel and Jhunrey? No one dared challenge you!  But, what if Cristine and Taboy made it longer?  What if one of the guys seriously stood straight up for Ivy?  What if Sheila, Chechay and Ephrem chose to stay?  What if Manny didn’t unbind from us? Would he be somewhere else instead?  What if we all gave up halfway through High School and went on to others for the better?  Are we still the first people you want to hang out with?  All these questions may be left unanswered forever.  We had led a not-so-perfect-coming-of-age yet each single moment spent with each other was a tidbit discovery of oneself.  You may never have felt it but I learned a lot from each of one of you which I took with me in my backpack on my way to more self discoveries.

     I left High School with no full closure with you guys.  I know I was never over it that time, but I had nowhere to go but forward, to where all of you were going as well.  The fear of not bumping into you again kept my feet glued from going further sometimes.  Yet that glint of hope that somewhere, somehow, a bend in the road will have me cross paths with you.

     And we did! Not only did we cross paths, we found our own detours and made our way towards the horizon together.  Bumps and humps were along the way, which made the ride and walks more unforgettable.  We never gave up our differences and at most times, we agree to disagree.  It is in our disagreements that we see how much we can endure and compromise for this thing we call “friendship”.

     Funny how you had remained the same over the years.  When together, from young adults, we immediately turn back into our very own caricatures, for all we care.  Because without wearing any mask we are conscious of, we have a special face for each friend...and that, among other reasons, make us grow fonder.  So, thank you.  Thank you for the friendship, for the companionship, for the camaraderie.  You made the story of my life. In a lot of ways, you have turned my limitations into beautiful privileges, and enabled me to walk, serene and happy, in the shadow casted by what I do not have.


Friday, December 10, 2010

VENUS IN THE SKY




It's been the nth night that I can't get my eyes off the nightsky. Well, I've been known to be such a lover to that velvety marvel...but, for the past few nights, I got myself glued to that specific portion of the sky...sometime just a little after twilight and just before complete darkness envelopes our midst...a glittering speck, even against a moonlit, darkly canvass. Ok...ok. Sorry for the lyrical detour. My bad.

I am looking at Venus now. Yes. That luminary in the sky that we sometimes mistook as just another star light years away. Can you just take a little peek through your windows? See if you see her too. If you do, then we are both looking at exactly the same fixation right now.


Wiki says that Venus (pronounced as /ˈviːnəs/ ) is the second-closest planet to the Sun, orbiting it every 224.7 Earth days. The planet is named after Venus, the Roman goddess of love. It is the brightest natural object in the night sky, except for the Moon, reaching an apparent magnitude of −4.6. Because Venus is an inferior planet from Earth, it never appears to venture far from the Sun: its elongation reaches a maximum of 47.8°. Venus reaches its maximum brightness shortly before sunrise or shortly after sunset, for which reason it is often called the Morning Star or the Evening Star.


Classified as a terrestrial planet, it is sometimes called Earth's "sister planet," because they are similar in size, gravity, and bulk composition. Venus is covered with an opaque layer of highly reflective clouds of sulfuric acid, preventing its surface from being seen from space in visible light; this was a subject of great speculation until some of its secrets were revealed by planetary science in the twentieth century. Venus has the densest atmosphere of all the terrestrial planets, consisting mostly of carbon dioxide, as it has no carbon cycle to lock carbon back into rocks and surface features, nor organic life to absorb it in biomass. It has become so hot that the earth-like oceans that the young Venus is believed to have possessed have totally evaporated, leaving a dusty dry desert-scape with many slab-like rocks. The best hypothesis is that the evaporated water has dissociated, and with the lack of a planetary magnetic field, the hydrogen has been swept into interplanetary space by the solar wind. The atmospheric pressure at the planet's surface is 92 times that of the Earth.



Sorry for that brief throw-back to high school. It's just that sometimes, the most trivial of things is actually a product of woven complications that our human mind could not fathom, or choose not to. Sometimes, we look at happiness at something so far-fetched that we ought to travel miles and wait in time for it to come or for us to get there. Looking at Venus, I can't help but be awed. With all it's dazzle, I forgot that it's nothing but a flaming land of volcanoes and fatal gases. And I look at myself, the familiar faces on my desktop, and hear the laughs of my little sister from the background...and it hit me. Why fuss much on a beauty I can never touch. In my lifetime, though the thought of heavenly bodies and the truth hounding the universe can be astounding to spark off the scientist in me, I am not sufficiently advance to understand the magnitude of the unknown. Why spend a whole existence reaching for the beyond and remotest of strangers, while I can dig more bits of truths in myself....little by little everyday. It's okay, I can sleep well, knowing I may never be able to reach Venus, or the moon, or the stars...but I will never let my last sundown set without finding that inner Venus in me.

Eureka!

Credits to Owner of this Image


      This is ethereal. To blog for the very first time in an era when people start to wonder how it feels to hold a pen, seems strange for me. I could recall my first few attempts on blogging years back and as I try to take on my first few keyboard taps, oddly, words became aliens in just a snap. So, for years I just stayed inside my fence scribbling on old notebooks and just go as far as the sidewalks writing my mind away hoping to warm up the north pole and reach the farthest of the unknown. It's only just recently that I realized I was not writing to anyone at all. After all the shots at connecting to anyone from anywhere, oblivious to my own intent, I realized I was only talking to the strangest of all strangers, MYSELF.

      You love it when the mirror lets you see exactly what you want to see. And by knowing that, you can only look away when it says otherwise. You can be your own worst enemy and your own harshest skeptic. Unless you listen even to its faintest of whispers, you will only go so far in knowing who you really are. With writing, I found myself, again and again. Find yourself. Talk to each other in a language that you both speak. Sing to her of sonatas she can chant with. Swim with him across the depths and colds of the Atlantic and back. Play Backgammons with her on rainy days. Wrestle with each other until you both win. Yes, you both have to win, no matter the improbability. And when so, you never have to worry a second in your life. The oneness of you spans a lifetime. You want happiness? Seek your passion. Find yourself. Follow no route. For Happiness is not a Destination. It is a Journey. Your Journey.