naive

we are as different as heaven to earth
light to dark
man to woman
hello to goodbye
yet we are here together. surpassing the impossible
embracing each other, embrace


we have changed
but remain the same;
as if time never passed 
(we are) children with eyes wide

sure

Stay, so we can have the life we've always wanted

     wait.. 

for a moment and see things unravel 

and linger, it's true, we could live from the faintest swift of your fragrance 

I love us together... never- ever - ever I've been so sure

cubicle lies

in a small cubicle I pondered upon what life gives

aside from carry on bags, lots of booze, sleepless night

aside from greenish color of faces, dry hands and feet, hair sprayed hair

enough for me to want, not enough for me to need

oh need

if need is imminent I'll puffed one in here

fly my brain to the country where blue, red and lavender are the colors

swinging from one skyline to another, like that over rated

monkey boy and his territorial jungle

i embrace my cubicle

down there with the ants, up here with the eagles or nowhere with dragon miseries

spacious, breathes, malicious

tuck me into the silk cover so here come warm

let me endure

pushing Jessie

what if I never met you/would I ever learn.. to laugh endlessly?/to dare myself gambling my heart?/and to be.. vulnerable?/to feel that life is truly unfair for the unloved?/to know that only the luckiest who didn't see it coming, just like a supernova never schedule an appearance?/to experience what it's like to get back on my feet after falling, falling hard and failing?/...
would I ever be passionately in love?/and in the same time rationally in love?

Pearl Before Breakfast, 2007, Weingarten

Maybe there are millions before me linking their blog to this beautifully written piece, Pearl Before Breakfast by Gene Weingarten (published by Washington Post Staff Writer in 2007).

Anyway, I just read the article this afternoon when a friend emailed me the article. It read “Slow down in 2009” in the subject line so I thought it must have been the one of many articles that encourages you to slow down, look around and appreciate the beauty that life has to offer rather than focusing on work and recession and global turmoil. Yadda yadda..

But then I read the preface and got hooked.

For those who hasn’t read the article, it is about the experiment made by the WP and Joshua Bell, a young virtuoso, who the latter played as a street musician, dressed down like one and took a stand in the busy Metro in Washington. It is far cry from his typical performance where people pay a minimum of US$100 per seat and a standing ovation thereafter.

Well, aside from the good article (won Pulitzer, hey?), it really does remind me, to breath (because I usually hold my breath while working), to smile, to talk, to hug, to look at someone in the eyes and say that I care, to prioritize...

because routines could have its way swaying me from what really is important: my life.

To end this, quotes below are ones that I really really really like and take to heart:

The poet Billy Collins once laughingly observed that all babies are born with knowledge of poetry, because the lub-dub of the mother's heart is in iambic meter. Then, Collins said, life slowly starts to choke the poetry out of us.

And then there was Calvin Myint, he had no memory that there had been a musician anywhere in sight. There's nothing wrong with Myint's hearing. He had buds in his ear. He was listening to his iPod.

For many of us, the explosion in technology has perversely limited, not expanded, our exposure to new experiences. ...And with iPods, we hear what we already know; we program our own playlists.

It's about failing to see the beauty of what's plainly in front of your eyes.

We're busy. Americans have been busy, as a people, since at least 1831, when a young French sociologist named Alexis de Tocqueville visited the States and found himself impressed, bemused and slightly dismayed at the degree to which people were driven, to the exclusion of everything else, by hard work and the accumulation of wealth.

When Picarello was growing up in New York, he studied violin seriously, intending to be a concert musician. But he gave it up at 18, when he decided he'd never be good enough to make it pay. Life does that to you sometimes. Sometimes, you have to do the prudent thing. So he went into another line of work. He's a supervisor at the U.S. Postal Service. Doesn't play the violin much, anymore.

play fetch (then) run

you could tell me to lay here,
put there,
eat some,
come with,
and i'll say yes

but Monsieur
if I tell you to lay there,
put here,
eat more,
come with,
you'll say no
easy

just no~

so how should I know
if you ever..
even in like..
with me?

OOOoo... (( -.- ))"

silence me

calm me

so i could hear

untangle me

Liana

when you said 'I miss you'
it was raining down here

isn't it always rain when we met?
be it naughty drizzles and droplets
or dame hurricane
we explore instinct to search for warmth
enjoy the grayness blooming skies..

boy, aren't we lucky having them all

time is our enemy
distance is the evil
so when it reaches its width
kiss my temple
at the edge of the sea

then caress me
as we danced through the dawn
with sky as our roof
and pacific as our dance floor

Noodle to my broth *not

I need to vent.

If I stop and hold you back
Would you change?
If I sacrifice my heart
Would you change?
Because my love is not unconditional
And what's done is done

Oh, brother~ ^^

incredulous

because he dare to move
he dare to own
he dare to gamble his heart
that makes me love him longer, harder and obvious
that makes him special because he gave it to me
before i even dare to ask.

for AB. 6 Aug 08. with huge love. M.

knots

I know it's hard for you to feel sad
having it out and about
prefer to fabricate it with laughter

I was crazy for the sun that you carry
you let me fall under false pretense
shouldn't I be angry?

I still have you beneath me
saddening my happiest moment
knot my throat with cries
yet, I let you do so

That's how I love
so the laugh will be innocent
the promise to be kept
and the sun to set in its place

marliette

return of the rash

shall you not worry 

I'm here, nothing will take me away 

not your anger 

nor your inability to be omnipresence 

please trust me 

please walk with me 

I love you and shall it matter 

*marliette, 21 agusto 08