Friday, January 23, 2009


He left his umbrella, his comfort zone. He left even the umbrellas he once shared with his friends. He ran in the pouring rain to chase a friend walking away from him.

(Staring on the blank ceiling... in silent... thinking.)

Oh yes, I could still remember his overflowing love for his special friend. Pondering upon the dreams he dreamed, the laughter and sorrows they shared, everything! Sitting on the dining table, watching movies on the laptop, munching on chips and cookies and cracking jokes. The fresh memories of them dancing foolishly in front of the mirror, midnight conversations over the phone and a whole lot more. I could still recall the time when he ran out in the storm, running in the slippery streets panting for air, navigating through the storm, his feet struggling, giving everything to restore the golden chain of friendship.

He saw his friend standing on the horizon. His friend's face was gray and blurry, as usual he's wearing skinny jeans, skater shoes and a fitted shirt. "I don't want to share my umbrella with you anymore!" There! the immortal words that stabbed his heart, he was surrounded with so much noise but his voice cannot be ignored for it was very familiar! It was so unfair that he left everything to go after his friend yet ended up with nothing, oh he did end up with something; broken hopes, a broken heart and a broken spirit... blah blah... he moved on... blah blah.

They went on their separate ways. The storm's getting more furious so he went to search for his old friends and find some shelter (after all, life isn't meant to be played individually diba?). EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED. He was filled with tears! He tried to seize the crystal liquids but it was useless. His huge eyes outgrew his face. The people whom he once shared umbrellas with are now comfy sharing it with new people. The roles in their little theatre show are already taken leaving him no space... no one. He still see them in his dreams, even his special friend and let me tell you it doesn't help! Those dreams left him in a cage of illusions. Like a lion, he's craving for freedom, he wanted to escape!

He was there, standing, the lamp posts guiding his way, the freezing winds caressing his skin. There's no one to hold him, no one who cares... no one.

It was hard to accept that he's alone now, but it's harder to live with it.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

I chose silence.

Every time I write a blog entry, I would have to find a quiet place where I can focus and work. The deafening silence enables me to concentrate on what my mind is attempting to utter. Silence allows me to choose my words with great precision, organize my random thoughts and discover my true being.

I found myself bewildered as I stumble upon a friendster page. The page was from a very familiar person, but it wasn't him who struck me, it was his shout out. "Silence is the virtue of fools" Yes! The immortal words of Sir Francis Bacon, though centuries old, found revival in these recent cultures. Most of my friends think that I am never silent. Those who matter the most to me know that most of the time, I am.For a person like me who admires silence, I asked myself why in certain situations do I choose to keep my mouth shut.

I maintain silence every time a pray to the Almighty. For me it's quite difficult to focus on Him and listen to His words if you're the only one who'll keep babbling. There are times when it would be best to remain silent and let Him do the talking.

Well, as I have mentioned in the introduction, I love to be silent when I'm writing a blog entry blah blah.

When I do lyrical hiphop and contemporary dances, I stay hushed for a couple of minutes internalizing the lyrics of the song. In doing this, I become good in evoking emotions, eliminating the uncessary moves and executing the vital ones.

WHEN I READ! Reading has been my way of venturing and escaping to another realm. For me, my imagination would be more effective in silence.

When I try to patch things up with a foe or fixing misunderstood situations. Of couse, the 'fixing' part would work out smashingly if one would choose to keep silent and listen. "It's quite true that the more one listens, the more one is listened to! In other words, people vastly appreciate someone who actually listens to what they say." -Owlwings

Lastly, I keep silent when I'm in an argument. I'd rather choose silence because sometimes it is plain useless to argue with foolish people. Answeing and explaining to these type of humans will do nothing but drag you down their pathetic level.

Obvious naman na disagree ako sa sinabi ni Bacon! Silence is never a virtue of fools! Wisdom comes down to knowing when to speak up and when to shup up.

"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all the doubt."
-Abraham Lincoln.

Monday, January 12, 2009

A new horizon.

Life is too short.

Grudges are a waste of perfect happiness.

Laugh when you can and apologize when you should

Let go of what you can't change

Love deeply and learn how to forgive quickly

Life is too short to be unhappy

You have to take the good out of the bad

To smile when you're sad

Learn from your mistakes and never regret
People change and there's nothing you can do about it
Leave the memories as they leave you
Run the race.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Morning Coffee with the Almighty.

"It was dawn, a perfect time to meet with my Love"

The skies were serene; engulfed thick darkness, the environment was tranquil and the breeze was cool and unruffled. He fixed himself a cup of coffee, went in his room and reflected on what he has been doing.

Frustrated and tired, he's done nothing but run run run. Running from fears, running from hurts running from every single thing that will cause him in pain. Fighting for nothing, craving for nothing, working for nothing and waiting for nothing, he was mystified and misled. All these time he could have gained something dear and significant yet chose to dwell on trivial things that of no eternal upshot.

Almighty one was singing. God was singing songs that this young man's heart seem to have forgotten. Singing songs of hope and love, songs that brought a smile on his face of poignant regrets. Though this boy never departed from the living vine, he never unlocked doors of conversations regarding his hurts. He kept them buried and sealed away from the shining light for he was afraid that God wouldn't spare attention to his affliction. The boy used all the strength he had not to fall apart but unfortunately he did.

It was God's hand that took him from the ground. It was God's love that wrapped him in a cocoon of peace, love that quenched his longing every passing moment and the same love that banished the taunting and concrete shadows of the past. As the conversation went on, the boy's eyes were flooding with tears. He was drowning in inexpressive joy because of the stirring and uplifting promises God vowed. The boy was sheltered under the wings of the almighty far from the reach of painful memoirs. They were soaring on the cool starry sky with hands held and his head near God's chest. It was a dawn of pure joy.

God brought him home and together they had a coffee. It was around 5:30 am and the sun is rising.
"Can I stay here forever?" The boy asked. God smiled and gave him a heartwarming embrace.

Friday, January 2, 2009

The waiting in the woods. PT.2

Eriol remained on that spot for quite some time now. There were blizzards, scorching heat and gusty winds yet none of those shook his feet, he was determined to wait.

His best friend came out of the blue uttering his apologies. It was uncertain of what he was apologizing for... is it because of pushing Eriol away, is it because he kept ignoring him or is it because he chose pride over him? There were a lot of things to consider, a lot of things to be sorry for. It never surprised me that those factors didn't seem valuable to Eriol, he learned to forgive because of this person. The smallest of details, the smallest of hurts just became so irrelevant.

Little by little his heart began to melt.

"IT'S ENOUGH!" even Eriol was stunned to hear those words come from the deepest part of his heart. Eriol looked on the mirror, a look to remind him of the past. The horrific dreams that kept him in tears were back. The picture of that dreadful past was so vivid that the cries were crystal clear.

Eriol thought: "I never left him... it was HIM who pushed me away!" "He never accepted my apologies, why should i accept his?" By the time his eyes turned red... he paused and prevented anger from reaching the surface for it'll only corrupt his mind again. In fact, he never wanted to feel hatred for this person.

But It's time.

Time to be strong
Time to stop
Time to love myself
Time to stay away from people who did nothing but bring me intense torment.

As stories have its endings.
It's now a complete 360 degree turn
No looking back.

"I don't know where I belong but I'll be moving on. Listen to the song here in my heart, A melody I've start but I will complete. Now I'm done believing you, you don't know what I'm feeling. I'm more than what you've made of me. I followed the voice, you think you gave to me. But now I gotta find my own."

-Listen, Beyonce

Thursday, January 1, 2009

A Stroll at Dawn. kwento mode.

It was never really safe to wander at the streets in this kind of time but for four dancers who crave for unusual, out of this world fun, danger will never be a hindrance.

Dancers they were, dancers who grooved their bodies in the beat of the music technically known as 'life'. They were individuals who were somehow plagued with tremendous boredom, that they decided to gather and start that magical quest for this so called "fun".

These dancers are considered good in their... well considerable fields. They may have diverse dancing styles but they were surely united by this one genuine passion.

After getting their spines tingled by an ever so horrific movie, they
got off to their feet and went straight out. Like a confused deer walking and navigating its way through the forest, they kept walking yet heading for an unknown destination. But it wasn't really the destination that mattered... it was the journey.

The span of travel carved authentic and temporary smiles on each one's faces (ay grabe ung isa bibo). The expedition lasted for about (I'm really not sure) an hour and a half but it seemed less that thirty minutes. Time was just so unnocticeably quick.

Resting upon the wide open spaces of a ball arena (court) they showed off their various gifts. No one's able to stop their madness! Their souls were amplifying as the music increases in volume (kala mo kay speaker hay)and as their bodies produce sweat. Spectators were around but it seemed like these dancers were just ignoring the irrelevant factors.

A few minutes later and the sun rose, it spelled end for the dawn adventure. I guess they were able to shake off the excessive boredom after all. Breakfast was so special that the scenario was just an exact replica of a "fear factor eating test" (jookkeee!)

The quest for fun ended without the unusual fun they expected, oh well, they just made the most of the 'fun' they have found anyway.

deviation by reynante.