YOU ROCK MY WORLD

I, too, shall be forever grateful, having known someone as wonderful as you.
Someone as cool you, as witty as you, and as cheesy as you.
Superhero You.
Thanks for rocking my world.
i <3 u

SLOW DANCE

A very beautiful and inspiring poem written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital. It was sent by a medical doctor - Dr. Yeou Cheng Ma.

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Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask "How are you?"
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say "Hi"?
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over

MY SISTER'S KEEPER

I watched the film My Sister's Keeper last night and hell it was a real tear-jerker. I still remember the first time Ate Kimi had told me about the story squeezing her very own lachrymal glands from start to finish, and i got too interested without a single hint that the prospect of a child's death due to a disease is broached in it.

Cameron Diaz and Jason Patric conceived another child Anna (Abigail Breslin) through genetic engineering to keep her leukemic older sister (Sofia Vassilieva) alive through transfusions and transplants.

The movie wrung an outsize waves of emotion pulsing through my very veins, as i struggle to have my own emancipation from a malady that has been coursing in my life. While watching the film, i became unsure whether the tears were due to the film's audience manipulation, or due to the catharsis that i was undergoing right at that very moment.

I then felt this extreme longing for mom, who'd be at her very best in fighting for my life. I sometimes feel neglected and ignored under our very own roof, with everyone caring less for my sufferings. Maybe it hurts them also that i am into this, and ignorance is the better excuse for the matter.

Hays.

SAD

right now.

Cheers to my very brave superhero!

It's been a week.

Haven't been around lately. Too occupied i must say, with the exhalations of the minds and the titillation of the heart. Uhhmmm. Yeah.

I am sitting here in my desk wandering back into the corridors of my memory, recalling the breeze that carried the fragrant smell of passion, the one that breathed life into my soul.

I lost count of how many times i have tried to soar to the heavens on leaden wings. I have yearned for the gaping spaces of my soul to be filled, longed for the dawn of hope as i face the truth of my world.

And i was caught in the snares of the superhero's warm affection.

hmmmmnnn.

Two things: stupidity and bravery.

Is he stupid enough to walk with me as i continue to battle at the scourge afflicting my body?

Or is he brave enough to soar to the heavens with me, reveling at the marvelous, facing the truth of my world, as Hector came up against Achilles amid certainty of being killed, finding hope in despondency, wrenching triumph from defeat?

Bravery.

He is compelled by a force more elemental than love itself, moving heaven and earth to pull me up to my true heights. And no matter what imbroglio i am in right now, it is his strong character and valiant support i would be very glad to have in these times of adversity.

Frankly, i do not know where I'd be right now had i not gone through this watershed.

Cheers to my very brave superhero!

LET THERE BE LIGHT

location: alabang golf and country club
121109

how would you like to be an EGG?

If you think life is bad, how would you like to be an EGG?

You only get laid once.
You only get eaten once.
It takes 4 minutes to get hard.
Only 2 minutes to get soft.
You share your box with 11 other guys.
But worst of all..
The only chick that ever sat on your face was your mother!


So cheer up, life ain't that bad.

Send this to people who don't know how to value balls.

I mean eggs.

I mean life.



(sms from gerald)

DOUBLE FRAMED

weep

LONGINGNESS

The deadbeat princess had been yenning for his knight in shining armour. Having detonated his atoms in the interstices of her very own spaces, she doesn't know what madness has gotten into her. You can't get a sublimer transformation than that.

Never has the word "LONGINGNESS" resonated more profoundly in a single week of absence.

POST-HASTE DILEMMA

I am slinking back to mediocre depths of confusion. Like a cripple groping blindly in the dark.

Post-haste dilemma.

What's next?

CENTER PINCH LENS CAP

It's a blessed Monday morning for me. I was kind of regretful for the last 24 hours having lost my center pinch lens cap, which i thought to have left somewhere in Starbucks (Nuvali) last Saturday Night out with OSA Servi. But lo and behold, i was gaping in wonder when i found a circular object that resembled that of my center pinch cap resting on my passenger seat.

Ahhh ... pure bliss and madness! The feeling is grand, the thrust powerful! To resign yourself to having something gone, and suddenly discovered that it has magically and wondrously appeared, you can only imagine what bliss it brings. My heart felt like it was going to swell up and burst through my chest. Felt indeed super blessed having found my center pinch lens cap. Happiness!

And now i rejoice in the hour of great happiness.

Simple things, eh?

I thank God for the simple wonders in my life. Felt really blessed that somehow, in the bowels of my obscure life and annals of self-alienation, God continues to hover simple joys in ways that go beyond our reckoning.

HEY

KNIGHTWING

happiness!