Li(o)ving

Live, laugh, love
Look, lure, love
Look, leap, love
Live, love, lie
Love, laugh, leave
Live, love, long

At la(o)st, li(o)ve. Again.

-h

Blank

At a corner in the coffee shop
I stared blankly on the glass wall
looking through the raindrops falling
carelessly on the roofs of cars
coming and going

Random raindrops trickling down
on the pavement
making tepid pools
cupping waters of memories
melting down
the wall of oblivion.

Keep moving

"Know, therefore, that they are not gods, and do not fear them." -Baruch 5:64

Keep moving, and believe that God is moving along with you. :)

I hope

I HOPE YOU DANCE (Lee Ann Womack)

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

The Truth

God gives us not what we want but what we need. Sometimes what we want coincides with what we need. Sometimes, it doesn't. When we're torn between what we want and what we need, the world would tell us to follow our hearts, take the leap and risk.

Although the resounding voice tells me to jump in and take the risk, a silent voice whispers that I have to let God be. Sometimes, I just have to take a step back and recollect about the things that matter more than what I feel, more than what my heart desires.

The Gospel today reminded me of that which is most important. That something will not be taken away from me, despite the stones unturned, the disappointments, the unfulfilled hopes, and the unrealized dreams. That is His love, ever unfailing.

And that truth will never fail to make me smile. :)

A Happy Beginning

One more theory paper and I'm done with the semester. I can't wait for it to finish. Have I been a semester better? That I don't know yet but one thing is sure-- I am a semester happier. So far things have been going well academically speaking. But there's still a lot to be done. I am still at the onset of my graduate school life, hence the journey ahead is long.

Haaay. :)

Dahil wala akong tulog

Ang linggong ito ay walang tulugan. Gusto ko nang tumakbo papunta sa kama at maglakbay papuntang mundo ng mga panaginip! Pero pilit kong hinihila ang sarili ko sa direksyon ng realidad. Papers, projects, trabaho, eskwela, church activities, librong di matapos-tapos... at di masimu-simulang mga bagay. Naiipit na yata ako sa mabilis na gulong ng buhay. Pero masaya naman ang pakiramdam. Kailangan ko lang sigurong magdahan-dahan. E kung dahan-dahan kaya akong umuwi at matulog? :(

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Namiss ko na ang matinong pagsusulat. Palagi ko na lang sinasabing namimiss ko na ang pagsusulat nitong mga nakalipas na, oo, taon. Magtatatlong taon na kong di nagsusulat nang matino. Namimiss ko na ang mga araw kung kailan parang kasing normal lang ng paghinga ang pagsusulat ng kung anu-ano para sa akin.

Ngayon, ang pagsusulat ay parang pagpipilit na magpatalbog ng mga bato-- matunog pero walang ritmo. Hinahanap ko ngayon ang dating ugnayan namin ng sinulat na salita. Ang tanong, mahanap ko pa kaya?