Monday, May 16, 2005

Sadness

I never knew that this is what it would feel like. And to think she (or maybe he) never grew more than the 3 mos. that would've given her/him that beating heart that we all take as a sign of life...



I don't know what to feel. It's painful to remember, to think about, when you know you could've had someone new in your life...



Know that joy you feel when you're expecting something awfully wonderful?



What if it never came?



To a dark void, and an empty place, that loved one waited...



No soul came...



No destiny given...





We love you, Lorien Aranelle.


Friday, May 13, 2005

Sorry for the abrupt entrance. A rude awakening, and a crappy joke doesn't really make for a good introduction. If you're reading this shit, or perhaps just browsing along, then you're probably one of the few unlucky persons to know me, and perhaps even consider me as a friend, evidenced by the fact that you invited me in your friendster (or vice-versa).



ren·dez·vous (ränd-v, -d-)



n. pl. ren·dez·vous (-vz)



1. A meeting at a prearranged time and place.


2. A prearranged meeting place, especially an assembly point for troops or ships.


3. A popular gathering place.


tr. & intr.v. ren·dez·voused (-vd), ren·dez·vous·ing (-vng), ren·dez·vous (-vz)


To bring or come together at a rendezvous.


dream (drm)



n.
1. A series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.


2. A daydream; a reverie.


3. A state of abstraction; a trance.


4. A wild fancy or hope.


5. A condition or achievement that is longed for; an aspiration.




       
        So if you know me, or if you think you know me, then feel free to skim my words and read along at your own pace. I'm not going to stop you, nor even tell you what I mean. I'm just going to laugh at you, at what you think you understand about my words, and say: Till then. Only in dreams are desires met, only in dreams are realities unfounded, only in dreams are we not hurt even by the most horrific nightmare, only in dreams are we truly free...


To fly.




Thus, till then. Until the next time.




And before that, then only in dreams -- a rendezvous...




Where time and place doesn't mean a thing, and cats fly
amidst a vanilla sky.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

A Father's Letter...

Dear Son



Medyo mabagal akong magsulat ngayon dahil alam kong mabagal ka ring magbasa. Nandito na kami sa Estados Unidos para bantayan ang bagong biling bahay ng kapatid mo. Pero hindi ko maibigay sa iyo ang address dahil dinala ng dating nakatira ang number para daw hindi na sila magpapalit ng address.



Maganda ang lugar na ito at malayo sa Manila. Dalawang beses lang
umulan sa linggong ito, tatlong araw noong una at apat na araw noong pangalawa.



Nakakainis lang ang mga paninda dito katulad nun nabili ko na shampoo
dahil ayaw bumula. Nakasulat kasi "FOR DRY HAIR" kaya hindi ko binabasa ang buhok ko pag ginagamit ko. Mamaya ay ibabalik ko sa Walmart at magrereklamo ako.



Noong isang araw naman ay hindi ako makapasok sa bahay dahil ayaw
bumukas ng padlock. Nakasulat kasi ay "YALE", eh aba namalat na ako sa kasisigaw ay hindi pa din bumubukas. Magrereklamo din ako sa nagbenta ng bahay, akala nila hindi ko alam na SIGAW ang tagalog ng
"YALE", wise yata ito!



Mayroon nga pala akong nabili na magandang jacket at tiyak na
magugustuhan mo. Ipinadala ko na sa iyo sa "Federal Express" medyo mahal daw dahil mabigat ang mga butones kaya ang ginawa ko ay tinanggal ko na lang ang mga butones at inilagay ko na lang sa bulsa ng jacket. Ikabit mo na lang pag dating diyan.



Nagpadala rin ako ng tseke para sa mg nasalanta ng bagyo, hindi ko na
pinirmahan dahil gusto ko na maging anonymous donor.



Ang kapatid mo palang si Jhun ay may trabaho na dito, mayroon siyang
500 na tao sa ilalim niya. Nag- gugupit siya ngayon ng damo sa memorial park, okey naman ang kita above minimum ang sahod.



Nakapanganak na rin pala ang ate baby mo, hindi ko pa alam kung babae o lalake kaya hindi ko pa masasabi na kung ikaw ay bagong uncle or auntie.



Wala na akong masyadong balita. Sumulat ka na lang ng madalas.



Love,



Papa



p.s.



Maglalagay sana ako ng pera, kaya lang ay naisara ko na ang envelope.
Next time na lang ha...


Wednesday, May 11, 2005