Sunday, September 21, 2008

When You Wish Upon the Star

It’s been nine months ago…

Nine months when my battered heart made a wish...
I would’ve thought it impossible…to laugh, to dream, and to love.

I would’ve thought it improbable to share my pains, to color my dreams, and to believe in wishes... but everything changed…because of YOU.


Yes, I was broken, my heart was beaten…

Nine months ago love has changed me… my wish was turned into a reality.

“When you wish upon a star Makes no difference who you are Anything your heart desires Will come to you If your heart is in your dreams No request is to extreme When you wish upon a star As dreamers do.”
Dreams do come true…

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Thank You...


Thank you… 
for the smiles 
for the tears 
for the gentleness. 
Thank you… 
for the time 
for the dreams 
for the thoughtfulness. 
Thank you… 
For the care 
For the faith 
For the loyalty. 
You gave me HOPE 
You gave me PEACE 
You gave me LOVE 
You gave me LIFE… 
Thank you. 

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Sweet Ambiguity

The moon casted its glow as I trek a solitary journey. The path was murky and rock-strewn but my steps never faltered.

Stars shimmered in the distant horizon silencing the thunder of fears hammering my heart. 

I stumbled upon an unseen rock but even with wounded knees, I got up with lifted chin and continued walking with unwavering faith.


The light of hope seemed so far…almost inconceivable to believe it’s reachable, but my steps continued…

There in every pace, the glimmer became brighter.

I gasped for breath, gathering more strength to continue my journey.

The shower of light almost blinded me. The tiny flicker of hope was gone…bright arrays of sunlight signaling a dawn of a new day lit my way…no longer tiny but dazzling at its intensity.

I looked back at where I came from. Rocky roads blocked my steps but my faith never wavered.

With wounded knees, I trekked a different path this time. Still unsure what tomorrow would bring but surer than ever with my pace… 

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

The Dance

The iridescent glow of the moon lit up the meadow. 
The color of a new life coalesced with the blissful radiance. 
The field- the dance hall…


Soft face rest upon sturdy shoulders 
Two souls locked in harmony as the melody starts 
Songs of the nightingale’s perfect 
Two bodies sway in perfect timing… 

The rustling of the trees brushed off qualms 
The midnight dew waters thirsty hearts 
The wind soothes away fears 
The stars provided haven for love so unfathomable… 

Time stands still 
Hearts beat so fast 
Souls matted 
Wonderful harmony 
PERFECT DANCE…

Saturday, August 09, 2008

I am Imperfect

I’ve been accused many times of being Miss. Prim and Proper and being Ms. Perfectionist. They say that it’s admirable how I can bear any kind of situations with patience and humility. I hardly get annoyed also no matter how worse the circumstance is.

I always strive to do good things if not perfect ones. I try not to hurt people by struggling to be considerate with the feelings of others. My philosophy- I’d rather be hurt than to be the one who would cause pain.


But, the word imperfect is emblazoned all over me. I do wrong things and I caused pain to others. Sad but true.

Whenever a friend tells me that I am her inspiration, I just cringed in embarrassment. I don’t deserve to be considered as one because flaws are blatantly all over me. I live with dark blotches everyday of my life.

I say things which I don’t really mean and I do wrong things on impulse.

I am not perfect. I am not what people think I really am. I just know that I live everyday of my life with my soul.

I AM NOT PERFECT but I do seek to be one. I live with my imperfections and correct them every time I wake up bath in a promise of another chance. I am not perfect but the word is carved in my heart and soul… 

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Rambling Spirit

A pinch is what it takes for the numb heart to feel…

There is no mistaking; thy heart is fragile engulfed with inexplicable wretchedness. I walked through the cold floor, unmindful of the chill that was sent to my spine. I trembled while thinking what a sad thing it is…

Hot tears threatened to consume my feebleness. The wind howled singing with the saddest song from heart. The rain has fallen flooding with grief the broken spirit.

What a sad thing, indeed…

The moon hid in canopy sheltering itself with melancholy swaying from tree to tree. The death of will, the cry of heart, the numbness of spirit…

I shield myself from that blinding sorrows but the truth remains, I can’t escape.

The sea of lamentation succeeded…

Monday, July 21, 2008

Life as a Teacher

How time flies so fast…

The sea of innocent faces drowned my time for almost two months now that I shoved again writing for quite a while. It’s rewarding and frustrating at the same time.

Teaching has never failed to overwhelm me. I still can’t believe that countless lives are entrusted under my care and I can either break or make them. Their minds are so fragile and one false move may destroy what’s in store for their future.


Here I am late at night thinking my whole day in school. The funny moments when kids find humor in everything we do, the frustrating times when lessons are too tough and the time is not just conducive for learning, and the light on their faces which evidently shows dawn of learning, they made my heart ache to give more and share a bit of me to inspire sparks of acumen.

Some days are just so lonely. When my goals didn’t happen as planned or a bad news started my day, but young hearts and minds are dependent on me- waiting for love and care.

Touching lives is not a joke. It’s a 24- hour commitment of making a difference in the lives of innocent children. I have no map to direct me in the right path to hit their hearts and make a mark; I have only my heart to stir me in the exact route.

When things in school become tough, I try to think of expectant faces waiting to learn, hopeful hearts waiting to be touched, and eager minds yearning to be filled not just mere knowledge but wisdom of knowing what is right and wrong.

I am a teacher and I’m proud to be one albeit of endless struggles to touch young lives.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

The Unsung Heroes

Their tasks are surely not easy 
Difficulties abound 
Challenges are endless 
Compensation is limited. 

They stir passion in writing 
They inspire the youth to learn 
They mold the future in their hands 
They create models by touching hearts. 

Teachers are everywhere 
But those real are rare 
Gems in the vineyard of knowledge 
They affect eternity way and beyond. 

Monday, June 02, 2008

My Dear Mentor

The first time I saw her, I knew that I was in good hands. She seemed to light up the whole room with her infectious smile. She held my hand and welcomed me with a gesture enough for me to feel the warmth of a newly found friend.

She’s one of the blessings bestowed upon me in my new home. A dear mentor who in a brief period of time made me realized a lot of things.


What’s amazing perhaps is that everyday that I spend with her is an encouragement to take things lightly. She brushes worries away with her laughter. She sees the positive side of every bad event and the most admirable perhaps is that she can exude positivity just by flashing her ever ready smile.

I once lost hope when affliction has befallen to me. Now, I was given a mentor and a friend to inspire me. The greatest thing about her is that she is an icon of a real fighter- a cancer survivor who showed me that happiness is just a matter of perspective.

She is my dear mentor…a God- given friend to inspire me in the room full of strangers.

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Sunday, June 01, 2008

The Day My Heart Cried

May 28, 2008

My life started at 28, my soul died for me to realize the meaning of life and love...

When I woke up today bathed in the sunlight peeking through the windows. I lingered for a little longer on bed and savored the gratitude which was about to burst from my heart.

If you told me a year ago that I would still be basking in the dawn of my birthday this year, I would’ve laughed and cried at the same time.


You see, it was the same day last year that I listened to my doctors’ endless cruel “jokes” about the future I was facing. Life was full of uncertainties back then. What I only knew was the pain of countless needle pricks in my arms and that blinding pain in my stomach…and of course the fear that I might not see another day.

I can make a long list of the sufferings I needed to endure in seeing through the malady that inflicted me but even that won’t suffice.

However, life has a hidden treasure buried in the depth of our soul. Fate has destined for me to experience all those intricacies so that I would be a better person. My soul was battered, my steps faltered, yet the will to survive has lived…

Today, I celebrate my birthday without trepidation in my heart for what the future brings. The day my heart cried last year was the day I have realized this year how blessed I am. I no longer feel the same fear I had the day I turned 28, I was blessed in so many ways that counting them would entails a lifetime.

When a heart is patient, the light of sun rays would penetrate through. As for me, I treasure each moment I breathe because even in the darkest tunnel of suffering, there's light at the end.

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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Seeds of Life

I dig…

I dig laboriously with my bare hands…

I dig incessantly unmindful of the scorching heat of the sun burning my flesh.

I look at the hollow I have excavated then let go from my grasp the seeds I was holding. I breathe a sigh of faith giving up the precious seeds to be nourished by tears from the clouds and rays from the sun.


Life is like a plant. We dig heart, plant love and kindness and nourish them to have a meaningful life.

Somebody once told me, the seed of rectitude resides in every person’s heart. It’s there quiescent, waiting to be unfolded by the one who cares enough to dig and bare the goodness inside.

Then we nurture it with love. We work arduously to make sure that the seed will be nourished and turn it into a good plant.

With this I remember a special someone who cared enough to wake up the seeds inside me. They came out disheveled and unsure which part to open their buds… but love changed everything.

Now what remains is just faith…faith that the seeds will grow into a beautiful flower in the perfect time.

I will persist on digging…

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Wonderful Farewell

When I started this blog, I never thought that I would have such a wonderful journey as a nascent writer. I’ve always dreamed of being one but dreaming and putting it into reality are two different matters.

Hiding in my words through this site was easier than working seriously to chase my heart’s wishes. But, it just dawned on me upon being suffused in a new day that I am now ready to embark in a more challenging facet of my life- to toil and not just dream.


Apparently, just like a butterfly that emerged from its cocoon, the “writer side” of me has finally metamorphosed into ripeness. I am no longer the DREAMER who was afraid of embarking into uncertainties. “Fear naught…” I wrote once, and my heart will always be enthused by that.

I wrote many times about happiness, hope and success but life is also about failures. I might fall in the course of my journey but I’m certain I would stand repeatedly with lifted chin to show to the whole world that I am proud because I gave my best.

Successes come from repeated failures. Now, I am no longer afraid to fail and to say goodbye for a while.

Let the dreamer chase the dreams she has woven… 

Thursday, April 24, 2008

The Little Prince

“It is only through the heart that one can see clearly. What is essential is invisible to the eyes.”

Such was the connotative quintessence of the most widely read and well-loved tale at all times. A classic written by Antoine De Saint- Exupery a year before his death, The Little Prince has not lost its magical touch even after many decades of publication.

The book is not your usual amusing children’s story. It’s all a subterfuge of a deeper meaning- almost poetic allegory and philosophy of human frailties and child’s ingenuousness.

Little wisdom sparkled by the little prince for who can indeed see clearly but an innocent little heart which was not yet tainted with the paradoxical complexities of life.


The story started with the engaging attempt of the narrator when he was a child to draw an elephant swallowed by a boa constrictor. However, his endeavor to make the grown ups see what’s in the drawing was futile. They only saw a kid’s doodle that resembled a hat for their imagination was already hemmed in.

Whatever future he had in painting was determinedly dissuaded by the adults in his life, who encouraged him instead to concentrate with more sensible things. For adults, being sagacious would mean focusing in geography, grammar, history and arithmetic.

He ended up as a pilot and gave up completely what could be a magnificent career as a painter.

It was when he had an accident in Sahara Desert and his engine broke down that he met the little prince. Thousand miles away from any human habitation, he fell asleep on the first night on the sand.

He was dumbfounded when a soft voice woke him up asking him to draw a sheep. “When a mystery is too overpowering one dares not to disobey.” Thus he did what the little prince asked.

The little prince reawakened that child’s stance inside the heart of a man. It was with vivid details that he told his intergalactic journey in search of the secret of what’s essential in life. He was hoping it might help him to understand the flower in his planet that tormented him with its vanity and pride.

It was sort of escape that he took advantage of the migration of the wild birds. His visits in the different planets were overflowing with wisdom more than enough to enlighten any lost soul.

From the first planet inhabited by the king who considered everything as his subject, the little prince learned that authority is first and foremost based on reason.

Then the second planet inhabited by conceited individual who hears only praises; the third by a drunkard who drinks to forget that he’s ashamed of drinking; the fourth by a businessman who counts the stars and declares he owns them so that he can buy more stars or write the number in a paper and kept it lock in his drawer; the fifth planet was the smallest of all which is only enough for a lamppost and a lamplighter.

As the little prince watched the lamplighter carried out his order faithfully, he felt he had come to love him. Thus he was sorry to leave his planet blessed as it was with one thousand and four hundred and forty sunsets every day. Because when one is so sad, he loves sunset.

The sixth planet was ten times larger inhabited by a geographer who records eternal things not the ephemeral ones and that includes his flower.

The seventh planet was the earth where he found himself staring at thousand flowers which looked the same with the flower in his planet. He ended up crying on the grass thinking that he’s not a great prince after all because what he had was a common rose in danger of early disappearance and three volcanoes which came up to his knees.

It was with the fox that he learned the secret. For the fox, the little prince was just like the other thousand boys he saw but it will make a difference if the boy can tame him.

When one reads this novelette with his soul, his life would be changed forever. Nobody can enthrall you with a story so magical and so meaningful at the same time but the little prince.

The allegories were so compelling it would make your heart burst with overpowering love for the Little Prince who was “tamed” by a beautiful rose in his planet and made it different from thousand other flowers in the whole world.

He would fascinate you with the story of baobabs and the insight that seeds are invisible. They remain dormant in the depth of the earth until one of them suddenly decides to wake up. Could it be true to human emotions especially the seed of love?

Then the irony of how people rush everyday without really knowing where to go or what they are looking for. Yet, one’s happiness could actually be found in a single rose or a little water.

Crying for a lone flower he left in his planet, the narrator realized that “The land of tears is so mysterious.”

What is remarkable with the story is its interpretation of the word “goodbye”. The little prince made the narrator realized that saying it has a healing power if one’s view about things would be changed.

It is with great acuity that the little prince uttered, “The stars mean different things to different people. For some they are nothing more than twinkling lights in the sky. For travelers they are guides. For scholars they are food for thought. For the businessman in the fourth planet they are wealth. But for everyone the stars are silent. But since I shall be living on one of them and laughing on one of them, you and only you will have stars that can laugh.” And that made a lot of difference.

Indeed, it is only thru the heart that one can see clearly because the secret of the meaning of life dwells only in the heart.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Nuggets of Wisdom from the Kids' World




Trisha and Benedict: Most of the times, HAPPINESS is wrapped in simplicity. It may be a cheap ice cream or enjoying cold water under the heat of the sun.

Benedict and Manuel: HAPPINESS becomes more significant if you share it with people you love.

"We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about."
Charles Kingsley

"What is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads? " -Albert Camus-

"The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for." -Allan K. Chalmers-

"We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same." -Anne Frank-

"There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved." -George Sand-

Manuel and Trisha: Life is just a game. Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose.

Trisha: What is important is we learn to accept defeat gracefully.

Shayne and Benedict: And still be happy even after we fall in our journey.

Friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life; and thanks to a benevolent arrangement of things, the greater part of life is sunshine.
-Thomas Jefferson-

Shayne: As we face the battle of life, those who love us will pave a way for us to make our trek easier if not completely free of pains...

...we will not be lost in the fathomless depth of the ocean of uncertainties.

Someday, we'll soar high with our dreams just like the plane touching the heaven with its wings.

as for now, let us cherish...

being little children...


...who are free of worries in life and contented with our simple HAPPINESS.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Solaris Movie Review

One of the things I enjoy nowadays is watching movies I have missed during those busy days in school. I truly appreciate the luxury of time because it gives me the chance to savor this instance without hurriedness.

One of the movies I recently watched and fell in love with is Solaris directed by Steven Soderbergh. George Clooney and Natascha McElhone starred in what was considered as the Most Romantic Sci- film of year 2002.


The movie depicts the paradoxical convolutions of beliefs about God, death, resurrection, Cosmos and depth of love.

It was a whirlwind romance for Rheya (Natascha) and Chris (George). However, differences in belief about the existence of God and other perplexing matters later on disintegrates their relationship. Chris callously left his wife who in turn committed suicide. Her suicide note includes the lines of a poem written by Dylan Thomas quoted to her by Chris the first time they met…

Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

The mystery of their love inhabits in the line of a poem itself, “death shall have no dominion.” 

When Chris was called by a friend to investigate the unusual behaviors of scientists studying the planet Solaris, he found himself battling with the same demons that haunt him since the death of his wife. Guilt and remorse threw him ill-equipped for what awaits him in the space station, Prometheus.

Could it be his insurmountable love or Rheya’s undying devotion to their relationship that resurrected his dead wife? Or maybe it is the unseen force of Solaris itself? For whatever reasons, it seems that they were about to have a second chance.

When Rheya materialized out of Chris’s memoir of her, and he asked, “How did you get here?” her answer was so simple, “What’s wrong? I love you so much”.

It was the absolute explanation itself of the mystery that surrounds her manifestation in the space station. Love is enough to conquer everything…no skies so high and no oceans so deep…death shall have no dominion.

Part of being human is to have this unquenchable thirst to seek an explanation of everything- especially about God. But when we come face to face with an answer we suddenly recoil and still we can not come to terms with what we searched for. Even though Chris came up with evidences about the mystery that surrounds Solaris which his wife suggested, “almost like God?” still he won’t simply believe.

In the first part of the movie, Chris read a book that tries to “demonstrate that the most advanced theories and victories of mathematics represent nothing more than a stumbling, one step or two-step progression from our rude, prehistoric understanding of the Universe around us.”

However, Gibarian, his friend who committed suicide in the station after having mysterious visitors said… “You ask questions at the end of your life, the sort of questions people who are content don't ask. Maybe life just can't be solved.”

The enigma of love was clearly portrayed by Rheya, death for her husband and revivification in the name of their love.

The climax scene which showed a young boy offering his hand to Chris seemed a clear portrayal of his coming to terms with himself and everything he believed into.

The element that comprises life was magnificently shown especially at the latter part of the movie then the color green which represents new life. It was the time Chris found himself back on earth and staring at his dead wife who mysteriously appeared again and uttered, “Everything is forgiven.”

Solaris exemplifies more than a Sci-film but an in depth portrayal of love and belief…truly magnificent and it captivated my heart. 

Saturday, April 19, 2008

One Fine Afternoon


Trisha and Shayne 

As the sun started to hide its smile in the vast panorama of skies, the girls and I decided to bond outside. It was a fine afternoon perfect to breath fresh air. Shayne opted to take pictures while I taught Trisha how to play badminton.

Shayne is into photography nowadays while Trisha is more into sports. The latter has just finished her swimming lesson and she wants to learn now how to play badminton. 


 
After several attempts of trying to teach Trisha how to hit the shuttlecock, an adorable neighbor’s dog named Zac appeared out of nowhere and tried to join the fun. I simply fell in love with him so I decided to take pictures.

Unfortunately, the feeling wasn’t mutual because I just found myself chasing him to have a good shot. Whenever I was about to catch him in a perfect position he would turn his back as if teasing me by wagging his tail. 

What a bad shot! 

More... 

and more... 

and more... 

bad shot...;( 

I tried and tried but never succeeded. Until such time that Princess, our neighbor, decided to hug him so that I could capture him in a good position. Still, Zac seemed to tell me that he’s camera shy because obviously, I never got a good shot of him. Too bad. Grrrrr… 

Zac: Let me go!!! You need to give me first my talent fee. 

Shayne decided to have a try and miracle of miracles, the bashful Zac suddenly posed and showed his adorable face! Now, talk about favorites. 

See??? 


But, I just simply love him especially his pinkish tongue and white huggable furs so I guess he’s forgiven now for ruining early my career in photography.


Evidently, Shayne has more future in photography than me.

Oh, I was successful though in teaching Trisha how to hit the shuttlecock…only that she ended up hitting her hand also. Needless to say, I was in for endless teasing from the two girls. Ugh! 

Here are more photos taken by Shayne… 

Shayne's favorite model...Trisha. 

The lone bird... 

Hmmm...looks familiar, right Shayne? :) 

Is the bird waiting for its lover? 


Did you run out of model??? 

Buy one take all.:) 

Trisha: Ate Shayne, make sure it's beautiful. 


Oh, what happened? No more birds and cow? Emo girl. Tsk, tsk, tsk. 


Pretty girls in pink. 

Bestfriends??? 

Trisha: Ate Shayne is preparing me to be a model someday. 

Trisha: See? A perfect model. :) 

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