Like a piece of forbidden fruit
I touched its skin and
wondered what would it
feel like sinking my teeth
into its skin, tasting
its magnificent juices and letting some
dribble unto my chest
Waiting in anticipation
I touched, and the fruit trembled
It wanted me to touch it
It wanted me to taste it
The succulent fruit wanted me to devour
its entirety
And like Eve I nibbled
Now I am on fire
I want more
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Monday, November 5, 2012
Reconnected: Ramblings on a Warm November Day
Wow. It has been a while. I have not been writing a blog entry for a long time and although I would like to say I have a lot of spare time in my hand, I'd rather spend this precious hours sleeping. It is that stressful.
A very good friend, who has a very successful travel blog, had his 28th birthday yesterday. He was so depressed that he reached that age, and said that he did not have any "accomplishments". You do, I said, telling him that he is a fabulous photographer and that he is a wonderful blogger/writer.
"I take photos, and blog," he said. "You are a blogger too."
Hmmm. Yes, I am a blogger, although I haven't been doing it for a long long time. It made me guilty.
Guilty, because this was once an outlet of ALL the frustrations I had in life. This was the instrument that I used to let people know I am happy. That I have sad. That I was depressed once in a while. That I had a life and that I was not afraid to let other people know it.
Then I came to Manila to work.
Do not get me wrong, I am happy with what I have achieved so far. Satisfied - if I may say so. There are definitely times when I absolutely had no extra cash to buy what I want, or times when I am so flooded with activities at work that 5 minutes of doing nothing with just a cigarette in my hand keeps me sane - but I am happy.
I used to work hard, and party even harder. Now it's work hard and sleep. I am getting older. I am 30 for crying out loud.
Not that I am complaining. What I am doing now puts food on the table. But just enough.
I think I need a part time job.
____
When old friends reconnect through Facebook or Twitter, I get giddy. I would just want to ask questions, like "How have you been?", or "What do you do now". Sometimes, I wanna ask "Did you ever wonder what happened to me?"
It just seems that even in a world where everything is connected, there are still some friends - that I have met and liked years ago - out there. I am waiting in anticipation for more friends to discover me.
I am just here, and although inviting you for a cup of coffee might not be a good idea with the busy-ness of our schedules and the distance of our locations, I would like to reconnect. For old time's sake.
____
Yup, a lot on my mind today. Maybe it's because I am on leave from work and I have nothing to do but think.
A much deserved break.
It would be nicer if I was on a beach somewhere.
I'd like to go back to Bolinao. :)
____
Well, I think that's it for now.
Off to doing nothing again.
I'll be watching babies laughing on Youtube, if you don't mind. :)
Till next time.
A very good friend, who has a very successful travel blog, had his 28th birthday yesterday. He was so depressed that he reached that age, and said that he did not have any "accomplishments". You do, I said, telling him that he is a fabulous photographer and that he is a wonderful blogger/writer.
"I take photos, and blog," he said. "You are a blogger too."
Hmmm. Yes, I am a blogger, although I haven't been doing it for a long long time. It made me guilty.
Guilty, because this was once an outlet of ALL the frustrations I had in life. This was the instrument that I used to let people know I am happy. That I have sad. That I was depressed once in a while. That I had a life and that I was not afraid to let other people know it.
Then I came to Manila to work.
Do not get me wrong, I am happy with what I have achieved so far. Satisfied - if I may say so. There are definitely times when I absolutely had no extra cash to buy what I want, or times when I am so flooded with activities at work that 5 minutes of doing nothing with just a cigarette in my hand keeps me sane - but I am happy.
I used to work hard, and party even harder. Now it's work hard and sleep. I am getting older. I am 30 for crying out loud.
Not that I am complaining. What I am doing now puts food on the table. But just enough.
I think I need a part time job.
____
When old friends reconnect through Facebook or Twitter, I get giddy. I would just want to ask questions, like "How have you been?", or "What do you do now". Sometimes, I wanna ask "Did you ever wonder what happened to me?"
It just seems that even in a world where everything is connected, there are still some friends - that I have met and liked years ago - out there. I am waiting in anticipation for more friends to discover me.
I am just here, and although inviting you for a cup of coffee might not be a good idea with the busy-ness of our schedules and the distance of our locations, I would like to reconnect. For old time's sake.
____
Yup, a lot on my mind today. Maybe it's because I am on leave from work and I have nothing to do but think.
A much deserved break.
It would be nicer if I was on a beach somewhere.
I'd like to go back to Bolinao. :)
____
Well, I think that's it for now.
Off to doing nothing again.
I'll be watching babies laughing on Youtube, if you don't mind. :)
Till next time.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Memories
This past few days, I have been trying to look for old photos ever since a single old picture of me came out of nowhere. It is addicting, visiting old sites and friend's profiles, hoping that a piece of my history is found.
I was flooded with memories from years ago, with old friends - some of whom I have never seen again.
Looking at old photos, I wondered. In Baguio I wanted a fast paced life. I wanted to be where everyone was. Now that I have been living as a Manileno, I miss the slow paced Baguio life - when afternoons where spent drinking coffee and with friends and weekends are spent dancing the night away.
I told a good friend about possibly going back home. She said she wished me luck, and that if it makes me happy, I should follow my heart.
But then again, I followed my heart, and I found myself working in Makati and living in Taguig. If you ask me right now if I am happy, I would say I am. But there is something missing.
For now, I would just look for old pictures. I'd cross the bridge when I get there.
I was flooded with memories from years ago, with old friends - some of whom I have never seen again.
Looking at old photos, I wondered. In Baguio I wanted a fast paced life. I wanted to be where everyone was. Now that I have been living as a Manileno, I miss the slow paced Baguio life - when afternoons where spent drinking coffee and with friends and weekends are spent dancing the night away.
I told a good friend about possibly going back home. She said she wished me luck, and that if it makes me happy, I should follow my heart.
But then again, I followed my heart, and I found myself working in Makati and living in Taguig. If you ask me right now if I am happy, I would say I am. But there is something missing.
For now, I would just look for old pictures. I'd cross the bridge when I get there.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Realization
Coming to realization
I saw my future
Alone
Unloved
Then like an unexpected surprise
YOU
came along.
I used to think fairy tales do not come true
Now I know
Fairy Tales do exist
In a twisted way
You are my knight in shining armour
You caught be unaware
Not ready to leap, yet I did.
It was a leap of faith
And the greatest and happiest gamble I have ever done
I love you.
And this time I do not have to pretend you love me too.
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