Run for Cover

Nice clothes - they're on her;
Vintage watch on her left wrist;
But the heart is far from fancy.

Exceptional school;
Nike shoes on the ground;
But the heart is afloat.

Standing amidst such crowd;
Such an audience;
But the heart longs.

Age is still yet to be riped;
A flip flopper, one has been;
But the heart is yet to be healed.

Hide - this instant!
Ceased crying;
And run for cover.

For E

Subtly, you just emerged in my senses;
Blur - forbid! You were almost faceless.
My soul rises -
Waiting for a clearer trace.

You came to me twice;
Overjoyed - you complete every sentence.
Excited, I sure was;
I vowed that, except for Him, nobody can separate us.

My imagination ran wild;
I daydreamed to be your guide.
I became much older - in an instant;
Ha! Everything seemed pleasant.

Happy bubbles just burst;
God said to wait first.
I was more than devastated;
But I had to hold on to a God who is more than great.

It was a pleasure to have you.
We love you - me and my beau;
We were told to wait again.
Until then.

Serious

Suddenly, sadness wrapped me.
I looked at both my sides -
And find there's no one there.

Something creeps me.
I realized, I tackle every journey alone.
I cannot be here.

Soulful eyes gazed through me.
Tearful and piercing - oh, they really are!
What am I looking for?

Seriously.

Silence

Of hymns that will never be heard;
Drops of tears as they hit the table;
Stomps of both feet on the ground;
Hands clasped to its own.

Of the air's outburst;
The biting of one's lips;
Shriek of cries;
Cover the mouth, quick!

Of long panting;
Cradle the hurt;
Lips dared to be sealed;
The fingers - they tap!

Shoo!

The Whisperer

He held my hands;
Touched them lovingly;

Different strokes;
Caressed them with gusto;

Leaned on me for awhile;
Saw me - eye to eye;

And then he whispered -
"Ikaw ang babaeng Elisier."

Tagged as Men

Men are from Mars and women are from Venus.

Yeah, I know.

Now at 23, the first statement mentioned above, I have learned by far. While we all have the tendencies to wishfully think that our others may think the way we do, there's no way that we can stop, ignore and even deny that there is really a humongous difference between men and women. And no matter how hard we try to squeeze the life out of the opposite sex, we are really different. Unique in our own way. Sometimes by choice but I believe the Master Craftsman created it to be that way - by design.

I have to confess, I would almost always complain about so many things I don't understand about the opposite sex. Don't get me wrong, I am never a man hater. In fact, I consider them such wonderful beings. They put spice in every woman's already complicated life.

While I am at it, I've listed down some things I don't get about them - ah, men.

DISCLAIMER: These do not necessarily apply to all men - such list is based on mere observation.

• They never seem to understand why women cry and never had the patience to at least try to decipher.

• They would always have the balls to just walk out on you.

• Masculinity is defined by hitting. They make themselves clear by giving you a souvenir - bruises.

• They can be such creepy monsters - most especially when angered.

• They sometimes have the worst temper ever.

• You cannot touch their ego. That is something they hold so dear.

• Cheating (in any form) is expected from them and the society has already accepted this sad fact.

• Their love for basketball, baseball and football is almost unexplainable.

• Computer games, PS2, Xbox and Nintendo - enough said.

• Its so hard to talk to them - they gave you a solution without even trying to listen.

• They never seem to understand why women prefer to talk in person rather than through text/email.

• They have the tendencies to vehemently call you names.

• They can be really harsh.
  

• They have the tendencies to be insensitive.

• Boy talk - graphics and details. Ugh.

• They forget important dates.

• Emotional exchange for them is almost taboo.

• Some couldn't stand carrying your purse.

Oh well.

I will have to park my observation list - at least for now.


"If you want something said, ask a man; if you want something done, ask a woman."
- Margaret Thatcher

No, Thanks.

Somebody that belongs in my past bombarded me with several email messages - so much that I got so irritated already. Time and time again, I would just shrug him off and play the part of Delilah. Please don't get me wrong I am not a resident b*tch but when times would require that I toughen up, I would not mind wearing my Delilah hat.

This somebody, I am guessing, has been checking me out through common friends - he gave me a Snow Patrol compact disc (and I am a big fan) through our common friend and emailed the lyrics of one the songs I so like.

While it flatters me a single bit (but only for a while), I reiterated to him that I am already in a relationship I so lovingly want to keep and that out of respect, I hope he just let things be.

Again, thanks but no thanks.

Below are the lines of Snow Patrol's You Could Be Happy.

You could be happy and I won't know;
But you weren't happy the day I watched you go.

And all the things that I wished I had not said;
Are played in loops 'till it's madness in my head.

Is it too late to remind you how we were;
But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur.

Most of what I remember makes me sure;
I should have stopped you from walking out the door.

You could be happy, I hope you are;
You made me happier than I'd been by far.

Somehow everything I own smells of you;
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true.

Do the things that you always wanted to;
Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do.

More than anything I want to see you, girl
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world.

Stopped

I looked at you and saw somebody else;
An unfamiliar shadow peeking.
Pretending to be at the now;
Your actions just pass.

I looked at myself and saw the old me;
The stillness of my hands.
When I knew how to trust;
I cried and hide less.

I looked at you;
Then there's no tomorrow.
I looked at myself;
I dropped daydreaming about tomorrow.

He Stalks

I have a stalker!

No, the above statement is neither an understatement nor an exaggeration. I just happen to have a stalker - again.

This yet to be known fiend just made his presence felt through his constant flooding both my old Yahoo and Gmail accounts. It shocked some of my friends that I never took this seriously before. Yeah, his constant email messages got hold of my curiosity but just for a while. I just simply have gotten used to receiving email messages from people I don't really know.

Well, for awhile I shrugged him off - not until last Monday when to my bewilderment, this fiend sent me a picture of myself taken through a mobile phone - because its quite blurry but clear enough for me to know that the girl in the pic was me. My hands just grew cold and I just stared at the picture for the longest time that somebody even had to jolt me. Sheesh. I asked some friends to help me find out what's the IP address that this fiend used. We found out it was PLDT Vibe.

Until this very day, I solve this riddle alone - as always.

I suspect that this person craves for some attention. Unfortunately for me - it was my attention that he wants. Ha!

But I have to admit, I got scared for a while. His tactics were good enough that I almost got the shock of my life. I think this fiend knows that I get lost in my miseries at times. He knows where to punch me the hardest - he keeps himself in the dark and hits me like a thief in the night. Good job, I dare say.

But this I know too: someday, somewhere - someone will solve this riddle for me and save me from this spunkless punk.

Version 4.0

I have always loved John McClane.

I was barely 5 years old when the first installment of Die Hard was shown in 1988 and I had the chance to watch the movie via VHS (old school, I know) when I was probably in my 3rd grade already. I blamed my Dad for why I love John McClane - after all, he introduced me to him.

Now that I am all grown up (or so I thought), the level of my appreciation for him has never been this better.

Die Hard 4.0 did not dissapoint me at all.

Bruce Willis has always been very brilliant in portraying John McClane's character and I suspect that this character was tailored fit for him. I cannot imagine John McClane without B. Willis portraying him. Then there's Justin Long, whom I endeared as the MAC boy simply because he's in every Apple commercial. You know, "Hi! I am a MAC". And he's awesome in this movie.

I also liked the villain named Gabriel, a computer programmer who told the Pentagon that their system was not very secure and not a single soul believed him and was crucified afterwards. To avenge himself, he hacked most of the country's government systems. The actor who played this part was good - well, at least for me.

Bluntly, this one was a yippie-ki-yay experience.

Standing Still

How do you trust again someone who has betrayed you?
Stabbed you when you're not looking.
Lied to you and about you.
Showed little effort in winning your trust back.

Phew.

How do you plan to live with an unspoken fear still?
Crying is inevitable.
Pen and pad are good buddies.
Keeping mum is constant.

Phew.

How do you try not to lose hope?
I pray.
Still hope for a better tomorrow.
Lean on something bigger than me.

Broadsheets

For awhile I stopped reading the broadsheets because I was told that I started hating the government and being too vocal at that. I took it as a pleasant comment only to realize that days after not reading the paper, I have become too novice. Bad move, I thought. So this morning, I picked up some broadsheets and started reading them from back to front (yeah, back to front and not the otherwise).

Ah. Some old habits are hard to break.

Off I went to my room with a glass full of milk on my left hand and two broadsheets on my right, I know I was up for something that can boost certain interests - and to my dismay, Father Bossi's kidnapping situation is still yet to be solved, 12th Senator is still yet to be announced, Burgos is still missing, Former VP Guingona now sides with Erap, Jaworski is returning to PBA next season and thank heavens for comics strip.

Same old, same old.

But what concerns me so much is that those who are not even from this country are being slain and or captured. There was Campbell and now, Father Bossi - heaven knows that there are more others. They who has served this country without even asking for anything in return. They who even loved this country more than some of it's native.

It just breaks my heart so hard.

Oh well.

It seems hopeless but for as long as the sun rises and newborn babies cry, I know that God isn't done yet with the world.

Bumblebee: Pinoy Version

Ha! This made me smile.

My Friend, Bin

I am steadfastly in quest;
Timelessly looking for that familiar warmth.

I sob and phoned your digits;
Only to hear that dreaded beep sound.

I wonder if I was ever in your mind still;
I tried not to look back - yet, I still do.

I never ceased reading all your email messages;
And dig for old written letters.

I saw Transformers;
And I grew sad because I remember you.

I dropped by your grave;
And I realized, I can never really have you back.

Bin, I know you're in a much better place now;
Heaven is what its called.

Its been 8 months now;
And I haven't fully recovered just yet.

I pray that justice may be served;
With high hopes that you died not in vain.

Bin, I miss and love you.
Thank you for the wonderful gift of friendship.

Blah

color theory.
enticing conversation.
real people.
sitting outside.
cold noses.
concert in the shower.
bust a move.
books.
wine coolers.
laughing until my cheeks hurt.
being close.
missing those that are far.
long walks.
warm baths.
subtitles.
lying in bed.
movies.
perfect pecks.
hot smooches.
blankets.
good friends.
dreaming.
holding hands.
being warm.
thumping hearts.
old windows.
memory boxes.
pink.
paintings.
running into people at the market.
singing.
learning.
flip flops.
shoes and more shoes.
cheek kissing.
adventures to everywhere.
dancing.
my bed.
being a classy Delilah.
walking.
the morning glory outside of my room window.
tears.
delicate kisses.
reunion.
glasses.
road trips.
the good book.
surprises.
delicate kisses.
paint pens.
crayons.
sun roofs.
midnight expeditions.
hugs.
really good hugs.
some weird but pleasant sounds.
crisp sound of dry leaves.
gold.
pearl.
Elisier.
Elijah.
Elianna.
unexpected phone calls.
no make up look.
strangers.
decorated mix cds.
sms.
tact.
snail mails.
e-mail.
honesty.
faithfulness.
new things.
old things.
stacks of movie tickets.
my mobile phone.
chilly digits.
journal.
nice tops.
dyslexia.
feeling small and tall.
cleaning.
cheek bones.
pointed nose.
arched brows.
true beauty.
quiet time.
kids.
Great Providence.
written phone messages.
white. white. white.
finding lost things.
getting extra tan.
capris.
sun.
beaches.
people who care.
colored candy.
unconditional love.

Tranformers: The Movie

"Wow!"

That is the first word that ever came out of my mouth after stepping out of the theatre, with my hand clasped with my beau's - I knew that I was in awe after watching Transformers.

In my previous posting, I wrote that me and my brother, Macky were huge fans of the Transformers - watching it in the afternoon has always been a routine for us (after of course, doing our homeworks). Never mind merienda, watching Transformers (cartoon version) was suffice.

While we have a list of movies to watch out for this year, I am more excited to catch this movie - primarily because, it was part of my childhood. I grew up with these characters. I may not have collected so many Transformer toys (like that of my matchbox collection), I am proud to say that I still have my age old Optimus Prime and Elita One toys. =)

Now, being a fangirl myself - I am most delighted that this movie just knocks out all the others. It tops everything else! And yes, definitely the most entertaining movie I have seen this year. Everything worked out well - from the flow of the story, the characters (I swear, Shia LaBeouf was so good in this movie, very funny and so natural!), fighting scenes were awesome and how these vehicle transform into gigantic robots. And I have never been this afraid of Megatron! He was just so evil and scary at that. The last time I saw him, I wasn't that afraid of him.

Great movie.

I dare say that while the storyline is just so simple - good versus evil but promise, it was more than that meets the eyes.