Sunset

He remembers it clearly. As if it happened just a while ago, every second of it, like a vivid lucid dream, the smell of the air, the grasses beneath his feet. that one moment of tranquility brought by that heavenly vision. The sunset.

And to his right, with her hand in his, the woman he loves, they share that perfect scene that could have lasted forever. She leans over and kisses him. He smiles, whispers a short prayer and tells her " I love you..." In his heart he prays that none of it would end, their love would endure all odds, and if God permits, the sunset.

But no. That's the beauty of the sunset, it has to end. The cycle must go on. The sun rises, gradually spreads and fills the earth with light, at noon, it burns ever more radiant like everything it touches would burn into a cinder, then it slowly calms down. The fire rages and surges and we are deceived. Watching it from afar, we see it die out and claimed by the night, captured and enslaved by the dark, but its flame... it lingers on.

Hands clasped together, he silently prays that like the sunset they are watching, their love wont die out, just as the sun rises and sets it will always be rekindled by fire, a million tomorrows, a thousand and times more goodbyes to each day that passes, that vision of forever will live with them.

The blue sky breaks into an orange outburst, almost like crimson. God's own hand colors it blue, violet, red orange, electric sky shimmers with light. A dazzling display of colors, the beauty and wonder of the heavens before them, serene, eternal.

They fall into a tight embrace, now he kisses her, their eyes speaks only what the heart could comprehend.

She keeps her promise.

To watch a million sunsets with him.

(photo taken by the author in Bicol March 23 2007)

Finding Ms. Carol Vessey

You search and you wonder, will there ever be that someone, who will make you feel so strongly in love, like you could do most everything to make that person yours. Something as ridiculously romantic as wearing a knight's armour to offer flowers for that truly special girl.

You thought that it's never goin to happen, and yet the many failed relationships you've had didn't stop you, too many a time you thought that was it, the sparks were flying, the color of the world around you are ever more radiant, you wake every morning with the sun smiling at you, only to find yourself waking up in the middle of a bad dream trapped in a storm and there's no one there, you find yourself freezing in the cold alone.

You wander, cross paths and collide with fate while destiny has eluded you. You are trapped in a TV show desperately wanting to be the leading man, envious of the fact that a fictional character has someone, that someone, Ms. Carol Vessey. A girl who could make you do things like hire a skywriter, shoot a fake MTV of a love song, ride a horse to church and stop a wedding. You want to be Ed Stevens, the bowling alley lawyer who'd do everything for the girl of his dreams.

You are not in love with Carol. You are looking for that someone who will make you feel the way Ed feels for Carol.



Snap out of it.

Reality will always have a way to get its grip on you.

And this time you can wipe that frown off your face.

She's been there all along. The girl of your dreams. That girl in school you've always thought was a knock out, smart and witty. The one you constantly annoyed because that's how you are when you like someone. You thought that would get her attention and in some twisted way you thought that was cute.

You have found that person who makes your heart beat faster and slower at the same time.

Someone who promises to watch a million sunsets with you. Someone you'll fall deeply in love with.

You found your Carol Vessey.

[photos from stuckeyville.com from the Ed TVseries starring Tom Cavanagh and Julie Bowen]

Lost

I lost my favorite shirt. :(

If anyone has seen it lying on the road, or sitting on a chair somewhere. I'd be more than happy to give you a reward.

A million thanks, a thank you card, and a hug can be arranged. I will be forever grateful to you, indebted like a pig to a spider. I'll be your slave for a week. Just give me back my shirt! Please.

The first time I saw it, I knew we were made for each other, we had a special connection. Like bonnie and clyde, jeckyl and hyde, susie and geno, Kuya Bodjie and Ate Shenna. Crispin at Basilio (now, where did that came from?) I felt like I was home when I wore it, it embraced me, savoured every sweat I had, and I bought it for just a hundred bucks.

Now it's gone.

Here is the last known photograph of the famed black longsleeves I call Banjo.



Mommy: Burara ka kse kung san' san mo siguro nilalagay!!
Jaymie: San mo ba huling sinuot yun?
Mary: Kuya Jay, wala sa'kin
Erwin: ha? ano?!

Me: Bakit di ka man lang nagsabi, sana nagpakuha muna ako ng picture na suot ka... Iiwan mo din pala ako..

Angel Locsin: Sayang ang cute mo pa naman pag suot mo yun...


Im losing my mind.

Love and Hope

You give meaning to my life, new dreams, new hope. I wish you will stay for good, I wish you will find your home with me. I pray that I can hold on to you forever, never let go. And you will say there's no turning back. "I am yours, and yours alone".

We may have different views on certain things, we'll have different priorities, yet I hope and pray that we'll walk together towards the same direction. We'll have fights, battles, disagreements but know that it's because we're two different persons and I have faith that we were bound to be together when our paths crossed.

I choose to love and accept you for who you are, you are part of my life now, part of who I am. Lend me your hand and I swear I'll keep holding on to it, I'll be with you every step of the way.

Courage, faith, trust.

Love and hope.

That is what you are to me.

A new dawn is breaking at 11: 24 pm

Plastics

The one thing that I hate most are people who talk behind your back. These are people who greets you with the sweetest and sincerest smile and growls silently like the Tasmanian Devil on a leash when you walk out the room. They are most commonly known as "Plastik" (plastic) in our lingo. They are the kindest, and holiest persons who'll walk the earth, when everyone is looking. I cannot think of a more appropriate way of describing the very thing that ticks me off in this world. Even though I myself can sometimes give in to the lure of creativity that this skill in interacting with other human beings has to offer. Hiding the disgust for plastics is a treacherous if not an impossible task.

The world is full of dishonest people. That's a fact, a basic truth we can never get away from. They are masters of the craft of lying, acting and hiding what they really feel towards another human being. They are pious, humble and conservative. They regularly go to mass, some even serve the church. But in their own right, they have perfected the art of ridiculing and judging people, they are unpleasant, proud and have no respect for moral standards our society has set.

A typical example would be a friend of mine, itago natin sya sa pangalang Jalhamar Ranjeet Kadafi Ramaputri (not his real name). [His photo appears below] We were friends and bandmates for quite some time. Though we weren't that close, I feel that I have treated him fairly, I may have some shortcomings as a friend and a band leader but I think I did what I could, you see the problem was his poor guitar skills everyone in the band complained about his inadequacy when it comes to practicing his skills. We even got him a tutor but he didn't give enough time for it. So we had to make a decision, a decision that was made by the group and not just me.

But I ended up being the evil one.

The evil one who convinced the rest of the band to kick him out. (nice one, why don't you try getting a stint with S-files or Startalk? bravo! you have a very creative mind...)

Why then would I call him a "plastic"?

The night we broke the news to him, he accepted it calmly, he even said he understood me and he knew that I was the one who was under a lot of pressure because he was my friend even before the band. He approached me gave me a pat in the back and told me "sana wala tayong samaan ng loob" He gave no indication of a grudge or hatred towards me. We even rode a pedicab together.

Only to find out later that he was furious at me for what happened to him. Stark raving mad.

He opened his feelings to our friends. And I became the shunned one. (photos of his friends below)

This piece is for people who doesn't have the balls to confront their inner selves, their worst fears and insecurities and hates the mirror images of themselves. Loathesome individuals who hides behind their cloak of goodness and morality.

For people who cannot speak the truth, who talks honey, and fires away a stink breath of flames when you turn away.

For people who speaks divine and holy, chaste and pure but goes around telling people what a lousy lay the girl last night was, how her cunt stinks.

...lastly for people like you, like everyone of us who are guilty of this deception. to practice a little honesty wouldn't hurt.

I would rather be brutally frank and honest rather than hurt somebody with a lie.

Here's the photo of the man of the year

Jalhamar Ranjeet "the Orocan one" from Bombei

(photo courtesy of Leki-leki foundation,Bombei India, makers of Shawarma perfumes)

[Masamang tao, wag tularan]

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New beginning

Of all the many celebrations we have, I think one of the best time of the year would be the way we greet January 1. The amount of preparation that we exert to make one night, one eve something to remember for the rest of our lives.

Yet it would only last for a while. The holidays would be over, living us with new clothes, new pants with empty pockets. The fridge and the freezer cold and barren. We gain a few pounds alright, but a little lighter financially.

And I ask? was it worth it? Of the many things it represents does it hold a true value, a true meaning in our lives?

I say YES in all its aspects.

The new year doesn't only mark a beginning, but it also tells us to look back at the past year, it tells us what we have become, what we are not, a year older, a lot wiser, or dumber than ever?

2006 was a roller coaster ride for me. A year that meant music for me, my life revolved around it. It saw us lose one member to another, it showed me who my friends really were. The ones who will stick with me through no matter what. The ones who will be willing to know me better.
The ones who still welcomed me with open arms inspite of all the despicable things I've done.
The one who love me for the man that I am and the man I am not.

You know who you are.

Its a time to contemplate, a time for realizations.

A time to change.

Happy New Year everyone!!!


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