Happy Birthday Baby! ^_^
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Saying the wrong words
I used to say things that hurt other people without the intention of doing so. My intention is to make the person smile but its effect is the opposite. Oftentimes I forget to consider the situation of the person whom I am talking to and in return it turns out that the words I used are not appropriate to say to him/her. Until now I still have that habit no matter how I carefully think about words to say... *sigh
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Going Home
This is the poem I wrote way back on May 2005 dedicated to my fiance, Melay
Going Home
here we are in our way to your dorm
i couldn't help but to hold your delicate form
i just want to cherish your overwhelming presence
'coz in a while my heart will
be saddened again by your absence.
we're here at your dorm now at last
a deep sigh within me that don't last
which fills my heart that is so hard to mend
i say my "5 minutes!" to have a seat and to have a chat which i hope will never end.
"5 minutes" then became twenty then thirty
time really flies by when i'm with you baby
you'll say, "uy, lampas ka na ng five minutes, uwi ka na."
"hinahanap ka na sa inyo. marami ka pang gagawin di ba?"
you stand up while i remain seated
you pull me up and i stand up yet hesitated
"cge na, uwi ka na baka tumawag na naman papa mo."
so i'll get up and fix my bag, how i want to stay though.
"bye, ingat," you say with your lovely smile
my heart is so happy and it doesn't want to say goodbye
well, i move closer to give you a hug and a kiss
you gently push me back and say "uhmmmmmmm, hindi ka pa aalis?"
i smile though my heart gives a silent sigh
"ok fine, sa kamay na lang, tsup. tulog ka ng maaga ha. buh-bye."
"tan-awon lang. daghan pa man gud ko ug buhaton. tan-aw sad ko ug tv"
"cge lang... ako man sad basta ayaw lang kaayo pa-gabii."
i turn my back and move on my way
while walking i reach for a sampaguita flower
a flower which has so much to say
of the things about you baby, my lover.
as i touch the petals of this national symbol
i imagine your hands holding mine, making my heart rumble
as i smell it's sweet fragrance i couldn't imagine more
the sweet scent i smell from you that makes me love you even more.
its white color truly describes who you are
from head to toe, definitely you're a white lady from afar.
but what makes you white is not just your skin
your goodness and kindness makes you ivory deep within.
as i travel on my way home holding this sampaguita
i kept on thanking God and saying, "buti na lang nakilala kita."
'coz i don't have to spend my life picking flowers to hold
and to have something special more precious than gold.
Pain
It is really painful to be away from the ones you love. I never had good mornings again since I've been away from them: my fiance and son. I always have this heavy feeling. It's like a piece of me is missing. A piece that keeps me complete, makes my day bright, makes all the rainy days go away.
I finally got what I deserve for all my actions before. Yet, this won't make me go down. I never like the feeling of giving up. I hate losing, but I detest giving up. I'd rather lose while giving all I got and getting hurt in return than acquiring no bruises because of turning back. I just don't like this feeling of incompleteness.
Someday, this will end... Someday.
I finally got what I deserve for all my actions before. Yet, this won't make me go down. I never like the feeling of giving up. I hate losing, but I detest giving up. I'd rather lose while giving all I got and getting hurt in return than acquiring no bruises because of turning back. I just don't like this feeling of incompleteness.
Someday, this will end... Someday.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
a happy weekend
I went to Cebu last Friday night and it was really frustrating because of my delayed flight (from 9:10 to 9:50pm). Add to it my unfortunate arrival because of no taxis available geez. But the frustrations ended there. Upon seeing my gloomy face turned to a smiley face like this one =) hehehe.
It was really a happy weekend. I bought my fiance a pair of eyeglasses because it was my fault that hers got broken before (clumsiness). we ate at our favorite resto in cebu, AA's BBQ, yum yum on Saturday night after watching harry potter at SM City Cebu. On Sunday, we played at timezone like used to. Collected some tickets, as usual, and played a lot more.
Now I'm looking forward to seeing her again on August. By then, we'll be having our trip to Davao (she's going back home in Kidapawan) and have ourselves register for our marriage on December.
*sigh... How I wish I can live with her and our child. My goal for now is to make that dream come true within 2-3 years. Gosh, I wonder if I can survive the emotional pain that long.
It was really a happy weekend. I bought my fiance a pair of eyeglasses because it was my fault that hers got broken before (clumsiness). we ate at our favorite resto in cebu, AA's BBQ, yum yum on Saturday night after watching harry potter at SM City Cebu. On Sunday, we played at timezone like used to. Collected some tickets, as usual, and played a lot more.
Now I'm looking forward to seeing her again on August. By then, we'll be having our trip to Davao (she's going back home in Kidapawan) and have ourselves register for our marriage on December.
*sigh... How I wish I can live with her and our child. My goal for now is to make that dream come true within 2-3 years. Gosh, I wonder if I can survive the emotional pain that long.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
My Fiance - Melanie and Our Son - Jamiel Myles
The lovely mother of Jamiel and my bride-to-be.
He was born on April 11, 2007.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
flying to cebu
I'm gonna visit my girlfriend in Cebu this coming July 13, Friday. weeeeeeee!! i miss her so much. I'll be back here in Manila on Monday.
I can't wait to see her. ^_^
I can't wait to see her. ^_^
Friday, July 06, 2007
nokia phones can be hacked
S60 phones can be hacked.
yes. even nokia admitted it. but it is really, really hard to do so. just follow the link to read the news.
yes. even nokia admitted it. but it is really, really hard to do so. just follow the link to read the news.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Three Strings
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MountainWings A MountainWings Moment
#7184 Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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Three Strings
==============
On Nov. 18, 1995, Itzhak Perlman, the violinist, came on stage
to give a concert at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center in New
York City. If you have ever been to a Perlman concert, you know
that getting on stage is no small achievement for him. He was
stricken with polio as a child, and so he has braces on both
legs and walks with the aid of two crutches. To see him walk
across the stage one step at a time, painfully and slowly, is an
awesome sight.
He walks painfully, yet majestically, until he reaches his
chair. Then he sits down, slowly, puts his crutches on the
floor, undoes the clasps on his legs, tucks one foot back and
extends the other foot forward. Then he bends down and picks up
the violin, puts it under his chin, nods to the conductor and
proceeds to play.
By now, the audience is used to this ritual. They sit quietly
while he makes his way across the stage to his chair. They
remain reverently silent while he undoes the clasps on his legs.
They wait until he is ready to play.
But this time, something went wrong. Just as he finished the
first few bars, one of the strings on his violin broke. You
could hear it snap - it went off like gunfire across the room.
There was no mistaking what that sound meant. There was no
mistaking what he had to do. We figured that he would have to
get up, put on the clasps again, pick up the crutches and limp
his way off stage - to either find another violin or else find
another string for this one. But he didn't. Instead, he waited
a moment, closed his eyes and then signaled the conductor to
begin again.
The orchestra began, and he played from where he had left off.
And he played with such passion and such power and such purity
as they had never heard before.
Of course, anyone knows that it is impossible to play a
symphonic work with just three strings. I know that, and you
know that, but that night Itzhak Perlman refused to know that.
You could see him modulating, changing, re-composing the piece
in his head. At one point, it sounded like he was de-tuning the
strings to get new sounds from them that they had never made
before.
When he finished, there was an awesome silence in the room. And
then people rose and cheered. There was an extraordinary
outburst of applause from every corner of the auditorium. We
were all on our feet, screaming and cheering, doing everything
we could to show how much we appreciated what he had done.
He smiled, wiped the sweat from this brow, raised his bow to
quiet us, and then he said - not boastfully, but in a quiet,
pensive, reverent tone - "You know, sometimes it is the artist's
task to find out how much music you can still make with what you
have left."
What a powerful line that is. It has stayed in my mind ever
since I heard it. And who knows? Perhaps that is the
definition of life - not just for artists but for all of us.
Here is a man who has prepared all his life to make music on a
violin of four strings, who, all of a sudden, in the middle of a
concert, finds himself with only three strings; so he makes
music with three strings, and the music he made that night with
just three strings was more beautiful, more sacred, more
memorable, than any that he had ever made before, when he had
four strings.
So, perhaps our task in this shaky, fast-changing, bewildering
world in which we live is to make music, at first with all that
we have, and then, when that is no longer possible, to make
music with what we have left.
~Author Unknown~
This is so true. Being able to do something with what we have left and even surpassing those times when we have much is quite a fulfillment. It's a manifestation of a true and deep understanding of a discipline, no need for the usual things but only our passion for it.
MountainWings A MountainWings Moment
#7184 Wings Over The Mountains of Life
-------------------------------------------------
Three Strings
==============
On Nov. 18, 1995, Itzhak Perlman, the violinist, came on stage
to give a concert at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center in New
York City. If you have ever been to a Perlman concert, you know
that getting on stage is no small achievement for him. He was
stricken with polio as a child, and so he has braces on both
legs and walks with the aid of two crutches. To see him walk
across the stage one step at a time, painfully and slowly, is an
awesome sight.
He walks painfully, yet majestically, until he reaches his
chair. Then he sits down, slowly, puts his crutches on the
floor, undoes the clasps on his legs, tucks one foot back and
extends the other foot forward. Then he bends down and picks up
the violin, puts it under his chin, nods to the conductor and
proceeds to play.
By now, the audience is used to this ritual. They sit quietly
while he makes his way across the stage to his chair. They
remain reverently silent while he undoes the clasps on his legs.
They wait until he is ready to play.
But this time, something went wrong. Just as he finished the
first few bars, one of the strings on his violin broke. You
could hear it snap - it went off like gunfire across the room.
There was no mistaking what that sound meant. There was no
mistaking what he had to do. We figured that he would have to
get up, put on the clasps again, pick up the crutches and limp
his way off stage - to either find another violin or else find
another string for this one. But he didn't. Instead, he waited
a moment, closed his eyes and then signaled the conductor to
begin again.
The orchestra began, and he played from where he had left off.
And he played with such passion and such power and such purity
as they had never heard before.
Of course, anyone knows that it is impossible to play a
symphonic work with just three strings. I know that, and you
know that, but that night Itzhak Perlman refused to know that.
You could see him modulating, changing, re-composing the piece
in his head. At one point, it sounded like he was de-tuning the
strings to get new sounds from them that they had never made
before.
When he finished, there was an awesome silence in the room. And
then people rose and cheered. There was an extraordinary
outburst of applause from every corner of the auditorium. We
were all on our feet, screaming and cheering, doing everything
we could to show how much we appreciated what he had done.
He smiled, wiped the sweat from this brow, raised his bow to
quiet us, and then he said - not boastfully, but in a quiet,
pensive, reverent tone - "You know, sometimes it is the artist's
task to find out how much music you can still make with what you
have left."
What a powerful line that is. It has stayed in my mind ever
since I heard it. And who knows? Perhaps that is the
definition of life - not just for artists but for all of us.
Here is a man who has prepared all his life to make music on a
violin of four strings, who, all of a sudden, in the middle of a
concert, finds himself with only three strings; so he makes
music with three strings, and the music he made that night with
just three strings was more beautiful, more sacred, more
memorable, than any that he had ever made before, when he had
four strings.
So, perhaps our task in this shaky, fast-changing, bewildering
world in which we live is to make music, at first with all that
we have, and then, when that is no longer possible, to make
music with what we have left.
~Author Unknown~
This is so true. Being able to do something with what we have left and even surpassing those times when we have much is quite a fulfillment. It's a manifestation of a true and deep understanding of a discipline, no need for the usual things but only our passion for it.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
a barely gadget addict
i got addicted into so many things (not drugs nor alcoholic drinks) since i was a kid. but i never really got so much addiction like some guys out there. i was hooked into dragon ball z, ghost fighter and G.I. Joe playing cards but i eventually stop in a short time. i was also into collecting and playing marbles with my classmates but i never filled tens of jars of it. when counterstrike came, i was only able to play on Saturdays and not even as consistently as my classmates do.
now as a young adult, i am addicted to gadgets, but just barely. barely because i like to have the latest gadget (as long as it is useful and has added features compared to what i already have) but i'm not actually buying any of it. if i have money, I'd still be hesitant just like all those years when i got addicted to various things. because i always think of other important things that i can buy with the money and i feel that it is unreasonable at all. if it's really reasonable and very useful for me and something that would help me become efficient, then i would definitely buy it... but for now, I'm a gadget addict who doesn't want to buy but eager to know the latest gadgets, its features and technologies that are new and just wishfully thinking that i can have one.
someday, when i have enough money i will buy myself one of those gadgets that i crave so much.
now as a young adult, i am addicted to gadgets, but just barely. barely because i like to have the latest gadget (as long as it is useful and has added features compared to what i already have) but i'm not actually buying any of it. if i have money, I'd still be hesitant just like all those years when i got addicted to various things. because i always think of other important things that i can buy with the money and i feel that it is unreasonable at all. if it's really reasonable and very useful for me and something that would help me become efficient, then i would definitely buy it... but for now, I'm a gadget addict who doesn't want to buy but eager to know the latest gadgets, its features and technologies that are new and just wishfully thinking that i can have one.
someday, when i have enough money i will buy myself one of those gadgets that i crave so much.
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