I didn't know Mom sent me a little something for Valentine's Day until she texted and asked if I had received it.
Not yet, I said. But I had a hunch she sent it to my former address so I told her I had transferred already.
But she said she addressed it to my office ... (ok...) in Diliman, Quezon City. Ayayayay! My office is along EDSA.
So goodluck to the gift but nevertheless, I appreaciated the act and the thought.
Talking about Valentine's, some of my friends and I spent it partner-less but not loveless.
Had dinner and then went to a bar to listen to some love songs. We were basking in a different kind of love: the platonic, almost holy love, amongst friends, which to my mind is longer-lasting than romantic love.
And hence, my Valentine's was still about love but of a different kind: the kind that enriches ... after which, all my succeeding love(s?) shall be patterned after.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Happy Valentine's
Not Even Death Can Separate Them. The pair, buried between 5,000 and 6,000 years ago in the late Neolithic period, was unearthed by archeologists on the outskirts of Mantua during construction work. The site is located just 25 miles south of Verona, the city where Shakespeare set the story of "Romeo and Juliet".
Happy Valentine's Day to most of you.
Tomorrow has different meanings for each of us. For me, it's my Dad's 2nd death anniversary. So celebrating romantic love is totally out of the question, pretty much for the rest of my life. Hehehehe. But I have 364 other days to choose from. For tomorrow, for the meantime, I have a convenient excuse to forget. Hehehe.
Friday, February 09, 2007
Fragments
The glistening glitters
are shattered glass falling
each one reflecting
a singular memory:
a night at the dome,
a glass of vodka,
a thousand hundred dreams.
I shall watch each one fall
as though they are leaves
at the bottom until
each one is indistinguishable from the other
a mirror will be left of what once
were glass shattered.
And I will look
and I will see
not each memory
nor dream
but myself looking back;
I have become each part
each memory, each dream.
I am whole because of
and not despite
the fractures.
are shattered glass falling
each one reflecting
a singular memory:
a night at the dome,
a glass of vodka,
a thousand hundred dreams.
I shall watch each one fall
as though they are leaves
at the bottom until
each one is indistinguishable from the other
a mirror will be left of what once
were glass shattered.
And I will look
and I will see
not each memory
nor dream
but myself looking back;
I have become each part
each memory, each dream.
I am whole because of
and not despite
the fractures.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Gym For Better Times
I enrolled in a gym, again. This is the 3rd time I'm attempting it. But maybe this time I'd be able to sustain it. I hope. There's a 1-year contract that binds me to it, which is good.
I think that's what I need, healthier lungs and heart for more beer and yosi. Wahaahaha.
I think that's what I need, healthier lungs and heart for more beer and yosi. Wahaahaha.
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