Sweet Escape

It was a cold Sunday afternoon. Omar, our CLP team leader was the speaker for Talk 8. I sat inside a classroom in Pacita National High School listening to him as he explains the Life in the Holy Spirit.

Me: *whisper* Hon, let's go outside.
James: Okay.

Outside, the winds announces itself through the curtains. Wooosh.

Me: Where do we sit?
James: *holding a guitar* By the chairs on the court.

I sat facing James as he started to strum his guitar. I smiled as I recognized the tune.

James: I owe you one song remember?
Me: Yes, and it's been so long now. *beaming smile*

James started to sing.

To see you when I wake up Is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do Is a three-fold, Utopian dream. You did something to me that I can't explain. So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"? I see your picture. I smell your skin on The empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days, But already I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again Whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care, And I miss you.

And that was when I loved him even more.

How To Save A Life

It's past 7 in the evening. I just got off work and as I walk the streets of Makati, I suddenly felt this yearning deep within me. I try to look for his face in the crowd. I looked and looked, but none.

He is nowhere to be seen.

Somewhat, I am not sad whether his face shows up or not. For the past seven years, I have been mislead into thinking that only he and he only, will and can make me happy.

I am so fortunate. I am so fortunate to have met someone else... someone who I have been looking for all my life.

Now, I am complete. Thank you for saving me Lord.

Everybody Hurts, Sometimes

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts. You are not alone. - R.E.M.

But I am not holding on.
I am willing to take the sacrifice for you.
Anyway
I guess I'm not losing it.
I'm just passing it on. - M.E.

As Mimi reminded me:

Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you’re not really losing it. You’re just passing it on to someone else." - Five people you meet in heaven, Mitch Albom

The Guitar Man

My weakness,

my strength,

my joy,

my love,

and...

my new life.

Happy birthday baby!

...and many more to go.

A Brave Red Flower On A Battered Top Hat

- as inspired by Marcel Marceau's Bip the clown and DIC's supersloth

For weeks since the blast in Glorietta 2, the fire in Glorietta 4, ERAP's pardon, and former Senator Saguisag's tragic accident, I am left with no words to express my deepest sorrow for the lives that have been lost and recovered.

Marcel Marceau said "it's good to shut up sometimes".

Is it? I dunno. Sloth's post taught me not to force words to come out. I don't really. Forcing words to come out was never a task for me. Giving life to them however was the hard part. I would rather shut up than say words that has no emotions in it.

Or, I've just been so happy that recent developments in my life superseded the tragedies. My doctor said am okay now (thank God!), though there are still lots of restrictions and I'm still under observation. My boss said am now a part-time developer (thank God again!), but am still a full time technical writer. I guess taking risks paid off.

I can now imagine Bip walking against an invisible force. He is trying to tell me something: "Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us without words?"

Major Do

Once again, I am on the verge of making a major career move.

Being a pen and paper slave never stopped me from craving for hardcore coding. I dunno why, maybe because I miss the logic or maybe because I took up an IT course back in college. But whatever the reason, yes, I am planning to pursue a career as a systems developer or a web developer perhaps.

Don't get me wrong, I do love writing. I always will. Putting my thoughts into words and presenting it to the world, though at times I can never call them my own, has been a dream. On the contrary, I think it would be best to put my thoughts aside. I can always do writing as a side-job, as something to pour my feelings into.

I guess the first step to being a systems developer now is to review a few stuff or maybe enroll in a shortcourse to freshen up my rusty developer mind.

Talk about taking risks.