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I Have Found A New Home

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 13:30:00 +0800

For those of you who are still left in the dark, you can find my updated blog here. All the updates, poetry, artwork, songs, stories and what not are over at the Wordpress blog. See you there!

Puede Escribir Los Versos: from Veinte Poemas de Amor

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Sun, 01 Oct 2006 21:00:00 +0800

Puedo escribir los versos

Puedo escribir los veros mas tristes esta noche.

Escribir, por ejemplo: 'La noche esta strellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos'.

El viento de la noche gira en cielo y canta.

Puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche.

Yo la quise, y a veces ella tambien me quiso.

En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos.

La bese tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.

Ella me quiso, a veces yo tambien la queria .

Como no haber amado sus grandes ojos filos.

Puedo escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche.

Pensar quo no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

Oir la noche inmensa, mas inmensa sin ella

Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocio.

Que importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.

La noche esta estrellada y ella no esta conmigo.

Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.

Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.

Mi corazon la busca, y ella no esta conmigo.

La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos arboles.

Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.

Ya no la quiero , es cierto, pero cuanto la quise.

Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oido.

De otro. Sera de otro.Como antes de mis besos.

Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.

Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Porque en noches come esta la tuve entre mis brazos,

mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Anuque este sea el ultimo dolor que ella me causa,

y estos sean los ultimos, versos que yo le escribo.

I just plan to memorize a few of my favorite lines from the only male contemporary poet that I am a fan of (come to think of it, he is the only male poet that I am a crazy for). PABLO NERUDA ROCKS- need I say more? I have been posting his poems lately haven't I? It just speaks to me . I have to thank Ms. Charette for this, thank you for opening my eyes to a world beyond Shakespeare and Chaucer! What strikes me is the poignant tone of this poem, and his words just flow whether in Spanish or the translated English ones.

Oh yeah, I also like Rilke! But had been acquainted with his book "Letters to a Young Poet" before I even read his poems. I think it was he who said that if you can't find any beauty in your life, and your surroundings it is your fault. We, as human beings are responsible to create beauty and art in our lives. So cool...I think this is the 199th post of this blog, and maybe I'm gonna move...maybe not.Who knows?

mooncake festival 2006

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Sat, 30 Sep 2006 00:48:25 +0800

Just came home from combined cell group which was held at Bedok. Soooo tired Lord give me strength for tomorrow. The mooncake tasted great even if i'm not a fan of green tea (the mooncake was flavored with it), I liked the other one better. Then we lit up paper lanterns.

I'm just too tired to write a very chatty post. Ugh... oh yeah we played this game similar to Killer, Killer and the Vampire game this one was called "Who Killed Chang'e?" and I was one of the murderers. The problem was I don't know how to WINK...haha...seriously my mind is in turmoil...so heavy ...I meant my head feels heavy...Ta-ta for now, I just hope I feel much better tomorrow, I meant today...cheerio!

random ramblings...

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Fri, 29 Sep 2006 13:50:00 +0800

Horrifying. Why? I just wanted to write that. <evil laugh>. This has got to stop. I am squeezing in some blogging time as I am surely to be exhausted when I get home later...or not. Ugh, I hate the way people take advantage of you especially when you are so gullible. Maybe not that gullible, just to trusting and kind. I hate it. Ugh, that's all I can say. I just hope my mom and sister could go back in the Philippines to set things straight, it's not fair for us, because we are here and we can't defend ourselves, I can't believe it.... I can't believe it, after all that my mom did for her, I can't believe it! It's very frustrating. Oh man...I can't believe it. I just hope these things get straightened out.

ouch!yum!and oh no!

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Fri, 29 Sep 2006 13:10:00 +0800

NOpe. I'm not turning into a masochist.

The words above characterize the things that I have been going through this past week It's amazing how 4 monosyllabic words can sum up my week.

OUCH!

My hands felt clammy, my vision was blurred, I was breaking out in cold sweat, I was hyperventilating (in the bad I'M-GONNA-PASS-OUT-WAY) and to top it all off, I felt so weak. I thought I was going to die. As in drop dead on the floor. I clutched at whatever bannister or just anything I could hold on to. That was Sunday. These past few days I have been having a headache... a mild one but nevertheless still a headache. I hate headaches because they make me irritable and I can' t get much done.

YUM!

I have this thing for melted cheese on steaming rice, maybe because I miss the Baked Cheesy Lapu-Lapu on Rice at Mr. Choi's. A trait which my parents have passed on to me is when you want something that you can't have just yet. you go and create something just like it -INNOVATION. So instead of feeling deprived, I decided that I would create my own "baked" cheese rice melt. I have to make sure that the rice is steaming hot and that's when I plop the Kraft Singles slice on top of it, the warmth and steam of the rice just melts the cheese and so voila! Problem solved.

I like salty foods, it's something that my dear maternal grandmother passed on to me, and so I am freaking out because we ran out of bagoong na alamang . I mean how can I survive without it? Just writing about it makes my mouth water. My sister is so lucky, she'd be going with my mom back to the Philippines soon, to get her teeth fixed. She gets to eat tokneneng, baggong at manggang hilaw, halo-halo, sisig, Jollibee(sobrang miss ko na!), Chowking and all other stuff. Of course we can buy bagoong (I like the Barrio Fiesta brand) at Lucky Plaza, but then we just never get around to it.

Oh NO!

Jennifer SMSed me and said that "IT WAS RAINING A LOT" so the classes were suspended. I thought she was just kidding, that maybe it was only a medium strength typhoon, not enough to warrant headline news on channelnewsasia, I was wrong, it was an ultimate flood, aptly named Milenyo, internationally known as Xangsane. I do hope the high intensity winds won't damage too much houses, although that will be impossible. Judging from the photos I've seen it's really sad for those who live in the shanties, I just hope that there won't be any more casualties. Look at this photo, I got it from INQ7 site:

My prayers go out to everyone.Heard that power was restored and people have been cleaning up.

contemplating on a move

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Wed, 27 Sep 2006 16:32:42 +0800

Since nothing in my life ever seems constant or stable, I am beginning to feel the itch to move to another blog host. It has been on my mind of late, and it doesn't do well for me that Blogspirit is one of the French platforms, (read: never heard of). I tried Blogger but the only satisfaction I get from there is when I can change Blogksins which totally deviates from my purpose- to blog. My Blogdrive account is in a sorry state though, I haven't been able to update it in quite a few months now.

Anyway sometimes I think I'm just trying to be the "boho chick" of every blog host on the planet. I am currently updating my Wordpress blog, and there's this new bloghost called Vox, it's actually cool.But I have to find what fits me. Or maybe I'll still stick with "Old Reliable" Blogspirit, after all this is the first blog I was able to maintain.

stop the world i wanna get off!

noreply@blogspirit.com () — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 19:17:04 +0800

O-kay, before anyone thinks that this is one of those angst-y, uber-depressing, churning of my mind, nope...

The title just sums up the study I have been doing for my visual journal, filed under WORK IN PROGRESS.

Plus, I watched a bit of Jimmy NEutron last saturday and Carl Wheezer said that, so it stuck on my mind.

Recently I was browsing through the New York Times and there was this article shocked me and made me think about the journal article from the Australian Occupational Therapy Association that I read during my spare (ahem! procrastinating actually) time, how most student therapists prefer to work in settings other than psychiatric ones. How at first a big chunk of the freshmen voiced interest in working in the mental health setting but after a few immersions most of them wouldn't opt for it again. The article also said that since few therapists would venture into mental health, there might be a danger of having the handful mental health therapists be spread too thin.

I haven't been personally involved in those settings like my friends have been, as they observed PGH's Ward 7 (the psychiatric ward) for a week and I don't think I could handle it. I mean, in this setting you never know what may happen. I think that those who work in the mental behavior field are really something, they can anticipate problems and "read" a person so well, regardless of their psychotic states. And so, I was saddened by the death of Dr. Fenton, and I feel for all those mental health workers, who have been more than willing to live their lives to help other people in a sense "find themselves" and be able to function well for their re-introduction to society.