Hello

(from my multiply site, 27.07.09)

Whew! I feel like I'm being resurrected here. I feel like this (multiplying) is something new to me. At least, the site has been upgraded, i suppose. I see a little bit changes in the interfaces (how IT!), anyhow, navigating around here isn't much a headache.

I've barely visited my site. It’s been a while since the last time I have posted something catching here. Still don't know when I get to blog next. Seems that I pretty much lost my literary interest, if I may say. (Because) lately, I’ve been doing other stuffs and doing practically NOTHING, to say the least. It has made my vocabulary evaporate and deteriorate, and my creativity stagnant.

My life’s pretty plain right now. No drama (it’s over and done. hate it!). Not bumpy. Neither euphoric. It’s the one chapter in my book you would have rather skipped reading because there’s barely any excitement in there.

This plainness bores me and a little sense of drama is probably one of the many, many things I am lacking right now. If you are with too much emotions (whatever that emotions are) ready to burst, you find bursting them into words much easier and spontaneous than having plain emotions. It drives you. It kicks you.

I guess, I just need these kind of drive and inspiration. I mean not flooding tears on my pillow. I just need to be really, really inspired and driven, not only to come up with a ‘word-fest’, but simply to go away from the plainness.

By the way, tomorrow 28th, I’ll be 28 (how timing is that?). Not as excited though as anyone having his upcoming birthday, ‘cos I’m ageing another year yet I still have this delusion of being young. LOL! Cliché has it that age is but a number; at least, the thought makes me feel good. Happy birthday to me!

If you were a book, what are you?

If I were a book, I would be 'Eat Pray Love' by Elizabeth Gilbert. The minute I first read the book's brief description at the back cover, I instantly thought it is a nice book to read. Plus there's 'International Bestseller' on the cover. To be a bestseller must have been something to say that a book is of best quality, entertaining and reaches the heart of the readers.

The book is actually a memoir of Elizabeth's travel to three countries with names happened to start with letter 'I'. The course of her travels happened within 1 year, spending 4 months in each country. In chronological order, the countries she visited and lived were Italy, India and Indonesia. The travel was a soul-searching kind of activity after a difficult divorce that along her journey, she found self-restoration of some sort and the journey did not end without her finding the answers and happiness that she was looking for.

Elizabeth's thoughts were my thoughts in so many ways. I was stunned at how she actually put these thoughts into words, vividly. I thought she was my voice. I thought she was writing in behalf of me. I thought she was me.

What I like about Elizabeth apart from her creativeness and eloquence in writing her memoir is that she is really funny. She makes it a point that she doesn't bore her readers. And it is true, I read the book without any sense of boredom at any given moment. In fact, I did not want to finish reading it as I enjoyed every page so much.

How about you? Have you thought what book are you?

Being sane is insanity

1. Waiting is torturous, especially if you do not know what you are waiting for.
2. It is difficult to muster reading somebody's mind because you end up theorizing based on fleeting shared encounter. You might end up believing with a wrong theory.
3. To trust or to doubt somebody's sincerity is a dilemma to me.
4. Some people find it difficult to be consistent...maybe because; 1) they are really inconsistent by nature, 2) they are having second thoughts of the things they should be consistent about or 3) they are just into a 'mode' other than being consistent. Who's predictable anyway?
5. Why do I keep on writing when I promised not to write for a while (Because you see I write about non-sense things.)
6. Well, what can I do? I love writing. I don't care if I wrote non-sense and shallow. I didn't promise the world anything anyway.
7. I can't write when I'm happy. I usually write when I'm bothered. I am bothered a lot lately thus the blithering.
8. Behind this happy disposition and open-mindedness lies thread of inhibitions. I refuse to cry lest they think I'm weak. It is with only one can I cry a river of tears...because it is only He who can wipe those tears away to make me feel better beyond compare.
9. I wondered when can be the next time. Will there be?
10. I look forward for a wonderful conversation and then benefit insight from each other's wisdom (who's the other each?)
11. I want to be away with the fairies for a while.
12. Total surrender was spinning in my mind today. I want to surrender to HIM everything. I want HIM to take control of my life. I am excited for His blessings.
13. Smile...smile...smile...'cause there's no way for me to look better than to smile. Hahaha!

All roads lead to Rome

This phrase was like a post-it in the bulletin board of my mind, never fails to remind me of our planned Roman holiday this coming Eid, by God's will. Oh yeah, this post-it just made me giggle with excitement at the thought of it.

I love to travel, who doesn't? If I were just given the luxury to travel to any places at my fancy, I would definitely make my way to my favorite places, most of them situated in the European continent. There's Paris, the most romantic city as they say. Though I'm not much after of the romantic aura the city exudes or finding, for that matter, a Parisian man kissing me with a French kiss or holding hands while walking in front of Eiffel Tower...I just love the city because the city is a work of art itself. Just magnificent! There's a lot more in my list about the magnificent (sorry for the redundance) places in Europe which I guess you travel monsters (pardon again my french) are familiar of, if not been there already.

But nothing beats the Roman touch for me now. That's why if there's a European city I would have to visit first, definitely it's Rome, Paris next (Does it sound like Angels and Demons first, the Da Vinci Code next? Though between the two movies, I pretty much like latter more. What good is the former without the latter, the reason why the latter became a movie first despite being a sequel to the former novel...I think...pardon this segue.)

Anyway...

Europe, a dream to make a reality...a place to see...a place to be..But of course, reality check, I am not that fortunate enough to do all these travel pamperings. It's okey! I'm satisfied having it one day at a time. No one bites the whole apple in one time anyway! (Does this comparison make sense?)

A couple of friends and I are planning to spend the Eid holiday in Rome. And as I said, I am really excited for this at the point of dying if this wouldn't push through. The problem with me is when I become over-excited, the thing I am excited about wouldn't happen...it gets screwed up to my dismay. This one, I've been praying hard to happen smoothly as planned without stumbling blocks along the way. So relax (Please God, please! heheh!)

All roads lead to Rome! My roommates often hear me saying this when topic about Rome besieged our conversation. I mean this has both literal and figurative meaning. Literally, of course the Roman Empire built those roads that lead to it. Figuratively, it could mean many ways depending on how you interpret it. But for me, it could only mean this way: my path is paved and headed to Rome on Eid holiday this September, the hell I care with my boss, by hook or by crook, I'm gonna be there! My feet already stand in awe at the Roman soil. LOL!

Roma qui vengo! That is, i'm not mistaken, Rome here I come!

CIAO!!!

Gibberish

Just babbling -- so pay no attention!

Hate when not being able to put emotions into words
Not because I can't but because it makes no sense.
Sad not being able to express hurt than tears
within my heart's confines
'Cause eyes couldn't cry no more.
For having no right to be mad at the situation
For having no right to get mad at who
For the indifference and insensitiveness
For falling for the wrong person at the right time
Or was it rather the right person at the wrong time?
For all the lies and cowardice
For dying to know the truth but not being able to ask
And not able to tell the other part of the truth
For not having the strength to accept what is unpleasant
For the gap and distance
There's no way to rebuild a bridge that once was burned down
For not being able to say sorry that's enough to be forgiven
For not knowing his heart
For being blind about the future
That there will be no future after all
For him who doesn't know much
Who doesn't care and realize how strong can be that love
Too late to realize
Too broken to mend
'Sorry' would never be enough
Not knowing what's enough
For hating the one you once have loved
Being hated for who you were not
Not able to speak to someone who doesn't listen
What it used to be will seem only a memory
Part of the past, never will be a present, future the more
For the pain i needlessly endure to grave (this is too much!)
Loss of someone who never once mine
Forgetting -- a daily struggle
Brooding over the past that should have long been buried in the abyss
Memories recur uninvited
Yet total abandonment never conceded
Hoping means 'hoping against hoping'
No place for every vivid for a make-believer
Swooned with denial
A promise broken
A promise of finding way back
All unfaithfully ungranted
A love that perhaps was never love at all
But never knowing what it was then
If it wasn't at all.

Nostalgia

(Pophine, Laarni, Mohn, Mace and Arvin -- behind the cam! heheh)

Posing while waiting for limousine. I miss this kind of afternoon bonding.

One quiet day

I couldn't come out from my bed. My mind is so unwilling. Why the sudden change of mind? I was only supposed to go to office late (thanks to babaita's long absence--by this, we can always come after or leave before the usual hour) but found myself assaulted (yet again) by my enemy -- laziness. Isn't this so familiar? Surely, it isn't like a good momentum to start swinging.

My roommates move past their usual business, as I tend to my own which is, of course, to sleep as if it's a normal weekend. But hey, the week is not even going to be over! Wake up, wake up! Tsk, tsk, tsk.

I'm not sick. I'm feeling just fine. I'm just pretending to be, in case somebody in the office would care to ask. And I can't think of any other better excuse. So, please excuse me!

Now, I'm alone. And happy to have this privilege to be alone. I've wanted to spend sometime alone, in a silent and cozy place, away from my daily hassle. I even thought of looking for some retreat house here in dubai (like lots in the phils) where I could spend the whole day, not necessarily praying, but just sitting in meditation. I just recently learned and realized the difference between meditating and praying. In praying, you talk to your listener. While in meditation, you are listening to your own mind and heart in silence.

Well, at least I find the room untypically quiet now. But, cozy? Don't even think twice. It always has been a messy room (iron on the bed, hangers everywhere, unfolded blankets scattered on bed-- mine #1) that, like a hard disk on a computer, needs some kind of defragmentation. But at the moment, this would do. I only need some sweeping the fallen hair particles off the floor.

I lay a towel on the floor (couldn't find a proper mat) then sit in cross-legged position (simplest yoga position, i think), hands placed above the limbs between lower and upper legs, then start closing my eyes.

I try to feel the silence for a moment then suddenly feel eerie. My mind is uncooperative to concentrate. It's weird. I haven't really tried this before that's why I was not anticipating for a successful attempt. My mind couldn't even finally choose a time, place or memory to begin with. All I could see is that my mind is in a battlefield where phases of my own memory try to overlap with each other. I couldn't contain it, otherwise I will explode in exhaustion. With optimism, I try to give it another shot but to no avail. I can't really concentrate. Do I ever know how to meditate? Do I ever know how to listen to my own heart? I wonder why some people were so expert in this kind of transcendental journey. I really gotta learn. I want someone to teach me how to do it properly. It's not that all easy I thought it would be.

I close my eyes once again. Shift to more comfortable position. But this time, I start talking instead (I mean not talking like an insane person.) This is what I love doing, but never doing it anyway as much as I would love to and should have to. I guess, it's always the enemy's fault.

By the way, today is my father's birthday, a very old age at 75. The course of my talking resonates every part of him. Better health. Longer life. Happiness. Forgiveness. Love. Simply long live!!!