Monday, March 20, 2006

"I'm not the captain of Team Fun right now." - Andy Roddick. Just love quoting this guy.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Found my childhood trunk the other day. It used to be full of toys all the hacienda kids were so envious of. But it has become keeper of my father's junk, rusty electrical thingamajigs and whatnot since I left the hacienda. I had to ask it back from him. Did something with it, so now it lies there in my room, newly-painted but still possessing the old world charm that decades of scrapes and bumps had created. It lies there, empty. I plan to feed it with new toys, stuff that I have collected lately from my adventures. It must have been very hungry for those kinds of things.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Saturday In A Box: An Autopsy

Naah, it's not worth it.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Attended my uncle's funeral last Sunday. I felt sad and all, with everybody crying their bladders out, but I couldn't get myself to shed a tear. It's twisted because I know at that time I felt bad about Federer losing to Nadal over the weekend. When I got home that Sunday, I also caught myself crying over Goin' Bulilit's 1st anniversary and farewell to two kids graduating from the show.

This made me recall a part of the book, Like Water for Chocolate. About how some things in life could ignite and extinguish all the match sticks you have been carrying inside you since you were born. I am afraid I only have a few sticks left. No, what I am really afraid of is that I might have used up some of my sticks for insignificant things.

Friday, March 03, 2006

I visited the hacienda of my childhood a few days ago. From afar, when the tricycle was approaching what seemed to be just a patch of cauliflowers on a wide, wide field of sugarcane, the hacienda looked small. The mango trees looked small. Heck, even the Balay Daku seemed to have gotten smaller.

I entered the Balay Daku looking for Nanay Sima, my mom's friend who used to take care of me when I was small and is now the caretaker of the house that was once a "forbidden castle" for me. I went in and upstairs. Nanay Sima was not there. God, the drawers and cabinets were tempting. I opened one in the dresser and found an old book of poetry. Weird, but I had not even the slightest of desire to steal it. I left it there just as how I left the hacienda. As is.

I vowed to go back though. The stories are waiting.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

If I could take you away
I'll bring you with me to Italy.
We'll deconstruct Rome in a day,
erase myths and rewrite history.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

I want you to sing this song
When I'm about to close my body
From here to where I belong
For tonight, for eternity.

Across the Universe by The Beatles

Words are flowing out
like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass,
they slip away
across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy
are drifting through my opened mind,
Possessing and caressing me.

Jai guru de va om

Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light
which dance before me
like a million eyes
that call me on and on
across the universe,
Thoughts meander
like a restless wind
inside a letter box
they tumble blindly
as they make their way
across the universe

Jai guru de va om

Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter, shades of earth
are ringing through my open ears
inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love
which shines around me
like a million suns,
it calls me on and on
across the universe

Jai guru de va om

Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Jai guru de va, jai guru de va
Jai guru de va, jai guru de va
Jai guru de va

Jai guru de va, jai guru de va