tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81249818359833667372024-03-07T23:26:20.717-08:00Injured Tales at Twenty PlusSee Life's portents and portraits...
Walk with me =)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124981835983366737.post-27714315485148506822010-01-09T22:39:00.000-08:002010-01-09T22:53:21.638-08:00Tim's Sweetest Lemonade and Amy's Yummiest SlushieMy two dear Koreans during study time- Sharing with you their recipes from our Writing and Following Instructions class:Are you thirsty in this very hot morning in Saipan? Then try Tim's Sweetest Lemonade! This lemonade is sour and sweet. Guess what? It's full of Vitamin C!Ingredients:1 and 1/4 cups of freshly squeezed lemon juice (remove the seeds)1 cup of sugar2 cups of water2 cups of ice cube3Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124981835983366737.post-90168451790643042282009-09-26T19:11:00.000-07:002009-09-26T19:28:53.604-07:00Stranded SeriesWriting on this doomed storms, tired and hungry- I'm on another round of relieving fretting, which my Grade 3 pad paper has to endure. Alone stranded in a lobby some place, I sit and sulk with a grumbling tummy, and sinking feelings. Waiting couldn't get any better as the receptionist sings his lungs out as if to some Rain God to make the rains pour its million drops down.Impassable, impossible. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124981835983366737.post-58071671962996720282009-08-18T20:35:00.000-07:002009-08-18T20:38:00.818-07:00Cancer TaleI walked past three hallways and three sets of staircase, avoiding the escalators. Dragging myself, I wanted to walk the slowest as possible as I was going to see my Mom- with dangling wires and tubes stuck to her hands, feeding on her energy, making her weaker, wearier by the hour. My dad, beside her, also rendering a sleepless night.My mom’s is a story of a cancer that waited. Waited until it Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124981835983366737.post-49615166652833430952009-08-11T06:36:00.000-07:002009-08-11T06:44:43.035-07:00Caffeinated LifeComing to therapy has been my daily routine for two months now. And everyone seeks excitement, everyone misses first- time thrills when all becomes a cycle.I have met mine one day. We started with a few greetings, and little talks over leg press and wall squats and stationary bikes.Infatuation may be for the younger ones. But my heart declares so. And in these moments, I am happy to have found myUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124981835983366737.post-12819085676947836142009-07-22T07:28:00.000-07:002009-07-22T07:29:10.032-07:00Garage SaleA grand ball of itemsPrices marked downStriking, tempting, blindingAs for this soul- Chaos In loveGleaning on superficial eyesBlundering feelingsExcruciating to the depthsLove's price marked downwith a non-negotiable tag: Never will beUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124981835983366737.post-21311933866250670232009-07-22T07:27:00.000-07:002009-07-22T07:28:08.605-07:00DefenselessLife's of black and white,green and cream, brown and flesh;on checkers, and squares, and boxes;on wood, glass, plastic- that familiar strategic game of complex moves and decisions;of risking, sacrificing, consuming.And there's no turning back- only forward and side-ward.You make your moves. I do too- though at times I retreat.Too scared to risk, to fall.Piece by piece you take away,then you Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124981835983366737.post-58937488681761890282009-07-22T07:24:00.000-07:002009-07-22T07:27:03.200-07:00A TributeDream.Imagine. The very words that our teacher taught us two decades ago.It was our world then- growing bigger and bigger as the years passed.Remembering quite vividly, we conquered our mountains- in the pyramid of colored, old rubber tires in the grounds of PCMC, traveled to places- arranging the chairs one after another, and chanting the familiar “Chug-a-chug-a-choo-choo!”, swam to endless Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124981835983366737.post-62425570322532653832009-07-22T07:19:00.002-07:002009-07-22T07:23:57.110-07:00Feast on Poison and Everything Yummy!Been reading a very contentious book by a very handsome author, K.T., Natural Cures THEY Don’t Want You to Know About. It’s spilling the beans on certain agencies in the US- where most of our food and drugs are coming from- and the monopoly and corruption AND globalization of food and poison, etc., etc., etc.Feel passionate than ever to write about it. (Especially dedicated to my beloved Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124981835983366737.post-13783611874222727512009-07-22T07:19:00.001-07:002009-07-22T07:19:48.993-07:00Reminiscing Journ DaysI sit here after a tiring day, gazing at art supposedly (just because he’s above our heads and up the stage). I listen to that ranting, raisin – eating man, wistful to learn insights on journalism from the seemingly witless monologues.Waiting is one of life’s difficulties that everyone, as in EVERYONE, has to go through so many times. And this particular kind of waiting is less enjoyable than theUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124981835983366737.post-26659027478954489722009-07-22T07:17:00.000-07:002009-07-22T07:18:32.316-07:00I've always loved treasure boxes. And this one I have here, an old Victoria's Secret, a bit moldy on the corners, with flaked off silver lining, is the most dear to me. Inside there's a coffee-stained paper, among other priceless stuff, with the words, "You... the gem in my eyes ... my life".Great words from a poet, a man whose hands carried me a few hours after I was born...His love for my mom Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124981835983366737.post-90042072517401933112009-07-22T07:13:00.000-07:002009-07-22T07:14:53.622-07:00Differences. Acceptance. Healing.“Women have a superhighway going on their minds- while men have this crooked country road. And you’re lucky if a word gets over.” -Michael Meade‘Most men want to get to the point, the product or solution, and every issue or matter has to have one, otherwise it’s not worth talking about.’I have learned that, like many ladies, I think and speak and feel using up the most complex systems in our bodyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124981835983366737.post-83714319454550267182009-07-20T04:56:00.000-07:002009-07-20T04:57:30.614-07:00Slow down and live- as I once wrote, many times sought, and promised to try to do each time I get caught in the whirls of life.But slowing down means everything lasts much longer, as might enduring pain and sleepless hours.I'd like to think of all pleasant things. So much waiting, but thankful all the same, for it isn't like you're in prison where waiting never gets done.But here and now's the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124981835983366737.post-68271457939361083272009-07-17T22:12:00.000-07:002009-07-17T22:13:18.043-07:00My fairytale prince...Unicorns, dragons, and princes- my favorite themes in fiction reads. It was a Sunday morning in the place where I volunteer. I asked my 6 and 7 year olds to group themselves and go to corners where they prefer. They were to witness and take part in the greatest battle of fairytales, freezing their enemies and protecting their kind. I never believed in princes. But there he was, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124981835983366737.post-37985070601556959192009-07-04T20:25:00.000-07:002009-07-04T20:31:08.348-07:00Hello, Younglife CrisisMy young life is at its turning point. Everything is brought down to a mellow... Here's my history..All of us have our embarrassing moments. Some are bound to haunt us. Mine did- not just psychologically- but hard-core physically.It all started 8 years ago when I was in highschool. It was a blistering August midday. Crowded bleachers. Fancy Filipiniana dresses. Cake mak-up. Girls’ giggles. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124981835983366737.post-30876099307596063122009-06-29T02:38:00.000-07:002009-06-29T02:41:32.484-07:00Injured Tale 1I slowly slipped back to reality as I emerged and then hid from the blistering heat. He stayed in the waters, not looking back; he moved deeper, further and left me.How a single thought of temptation had ruined hopes of a long term relationship, and how a thoughtless and unfeeling decision made the unthinkable possible- like the ripples he had created, and the stillness he had disturbed.Crippled Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0