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Great things start from Smol beginnings...

2012-08-08T22:59:00.001-07:00

Hi guys! I have recently ventured into a cozy new nest at Wordpress but I will still be using this blog once in a while. I hope you can all follow me on my new site at http://allthesmolthings.com/. Cheers!

Bits of Scrapbook poetry...

2012-06-04T05:00:00.001-07:00

A Scrapbook Excerpt...

2012-06-01T21:08:00.000-07:00

On a clear November night, we set out to see the moon. in our black and white stripes, we headed for the river. we waited for the moon and his miracles. we kissed and held hands and laughed. we took picture after picture. we talked all night. about serious things and things with no meaning. we shared dreams and fears and obsessions. we breathed in the same fishy river air. we breathed whiffs of each other's hair. we tugged at each others' hearts and striped shirts. and we stared at the yellow moon turning silver in the river, and we forgot about his miracles.

we were miracles on our own.

Another successful attempt at script-writing! :-)

2012-03-15T21:24:00.000-07:00

The Great Tiller Man: Cat Stevens

2011-12-12T17:56:00.000-08:00

Cat Stevens has created a lot of soulful songs in his early music career before he left the limelight and sought a new faith. But I believe his songs and his words transcend generations, beliefs and religions. I don't have a favorite Cat Stevens' song. They're little masterpieces all on their own.

The Wind

I listen to the wind

To the wind of my soul

Where I'll end up well I think,

Only God really knows

I've sat upon the setting sun

But never, never never never

I never wanted water once

No, never, never, never

I listen to my words but

They fall far below

I let my music take me where

My heart wants to go

I swam upon the devil's lake

But never, never never never

I'll never make the same mistake

No, never, never, never

On busy days...

2011-11-28T19:35:00.000-08:00

On busy days when the steady hum of mundane chores overwhelm me, I look back on the quiet, bright places I've been to and everything else disappears.

Someday soon. I'll roam once more. To places where everything is new and different.

Corregidor Island, Philippines

Then I snap out of it and I get back to my chores. :-)

2011-11-10T00:52:00.000-08:00

Here's my latest attempt at screen-writing! :-)

At 26

2011-09-17T08:16:00.000-07:00

Dear Life,

Let me be wrong today than risk the fear of not knowing.

Let 26 be the age to start a new adventure.

Let me be 4 again and be shameless and arrogant.

Let me be 12 again and be confused in the middle of a daze.

Let me be 16 again and live for romance and summer dances under the starlit sky.

Let me make just one more mistake, before I leave all else to fate,

before I let go of the little girl in me.

Let me be careless for one more day.

Let me take that leap of faith.

-with fingers crossed,

Me at 26

Janeism

2011-06-27T00:11:00.000-07:00

No, I am not turning gay over some girl named Jane.

For the past 3 months, I have been going on a Jane Austen craze all thanks to a dear dear friend who loaned me her mother's copies of Sense and Sensibility, Mansfield Park and Emma. Hence my un-updated blog. :-)

Here are some mental notes I have made while traveling through the renaissance period in my pajamas.

1. I would have been considered dreadfully attractive THEN. Yes, contrary to what those magazines and TV shows have been making you believe in, there was actually a time in history when it was pretty to be plump! Hahaha! Take that Olsens!

This explains why Gwyneth Paltrow shouldn't have played the part of Emma, hahaha

2. However due to my lack of social connections, want of finances and inability to play the piano-forte, I would still be considered ineligible and would therefore shrivel up to a decent old age before I die of pneumonia or tuberculosis.

3. I would have found it impossible in this present day and age to find enough house-help to do the laundry. All those empire-cut gowns with crinolines and bustles would have been a chore.

4. I should be thankful for the fact that I don't have to write this blog or any other printed article under a false name or wait until after I die to have it published posthumously.

5. It's sad to realize that some people can never experience the thrill of awaiting a letter or the intimacy of hand, ink and paper. I vow to write more letters today.

6. I should be so lucky to have the luxury of airplanes, jeepneys, taxis, tricycles and more comfortable shoes. You can never see too much of the world.

7. I should probably stack up on classic literature just in case my future children turn out to be as bookish as I am. There's no use filling a library with outdated issues of Cosmo for your grandchildren to appreciate.

8. Knights in shining armor don't have to come in Brad Pitt packages. Just so you know, Darcy was rich and pleasant but not handsome, Mr. Knightley was 16 years older than Emma, and Fanny Price married her cousin (though this I don't really recommend to any of you).

How about you?

What's your favorite Jane Austen insight?

Diving for Coins

2011-04-08T03:32:00.000-07:00

The Philippines is home to hundreds of ethnic groups and the Badjao people have a distinct culture all on their own. They live in close clusters and thrive in little makeshift boats.

In these little boats they roam... their young skin soon aged by the sea.

because under the same sun, they can never be too young...

or too old...

never too helpless...

or too eager for a coin...

never too weary...

never too patient...

never too scared...

On that particular day, I entrusted all my little coins to the sea.

It's Only Words

2011-03-14T01:28:00.000-07:00

It may only be normal for me to be plagued by shallow musings sometimes.

Yes, I can't always be as enlightened and inspired, and for that I owe nobody an apology.

The following are everyday words, everyday signs...

but I am a Filipino who likes reading between the lines...

You know you are a Filipino when you love using "Z" instead of "S" or "K" instead of "C", in an effort to be "unique" of course. :-)

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Filipino jeepneys are freedom boards waiting to be welded together...if you see what I mean.

An air-conditioned jeepney in the middle of a crowded street in Manila. Ingenuity at its best!

This restaurant has several
"golden" branches, make way for the golden toothpick and the golden tissue!

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, this label says it all.

This resto would have looked really wholesome, if it wasn't in Malate. hahaha

The Filipino palette does not discriminate against things that would have been inedible in other countries, or perverted in some (see first word).

No wonder many people are still hooked! Charlie Sheen cured their brain as well!

This makes for the perfect ending to every meal.

The world doesn't have to be a sad scary place, there is humor in everything!

Views by the backseat...

2011-03-07T19:08:00.000-08:00

I don't have an SLR camera, not yet. Hence, the hazy pictures. But I wouldn't trade these shots for anything else in the world. Somehow there's just something endearingly imperfect about them. Views from the backseat are supposed to be hazy and hurried anyway. Life happens to be just as hazy and hurried sometimes.

Yet, if we choose to look at it closely, a moment of wonder unfolds right before our very eyes.

Like the medley of light and shadows...

or a still collection of sunlight amidst the trees...


a split second dance between dusk and light by the roadside...

an ethereal view of the world.

like the wide open spaces that somehow look within reach...


or the fiery hues that make way for the stars...

For all we know, life may simply be a collection of still frames from your little spot on the backseat. So enjoy the view!

The Paraw Regatta Festival 2011

2011-02-28T06:17:00.000-08:00

After a month-long hiatus from the Sports Complex and Frisbee team practice, we had a beach tourney on the shores of Villa Beach in Iloilo. The event was sponsored by the Iloilo City Government as part of the sporting activities of the 39th Paraw Regatta Festival.

Amidst the grueling heat of February and the intense games we played, I found some other picturesque scenes that may also be blog-worthy...

Local boys going for a quick dip after spending the entire day under the sun.

A bicycle and a determined soul...

The colorful sailboats failed to mask the mundane look on this boy's face.

Adolescence still struggling to walk the straight path home...

An unlikely playground in a patch of dark sand...

Cameras and spectators delight in the intoxicating sights.

Village girls scavenging for an evening meal...

While the rest of us longed for mangoes, some were eager to sell them all away.

Two men, pondering over the day's catch...

For this young mother, all the day's festivities couldn't have competed for her attention.

The world may be your oyster...

or your shady little corner...

While the games went on, the colorful little boats merged with the setting sun and the pale blue ocean.

The crowd cheered.

The winners rejoiced.

But for some people, it was just another ordinary day at the beach...

With Each Strand of Re-bonded Hair...

2011-02-15T23:18:00.000-08:00

I got tired of my Hagrid-hair last week so I decided to get some re-bonding treatment at this well-known local salon. No, I won’t mention any names. They don’t pay me to plug them in my blog. And I am far from being a celebrity for anyone to care about people who mess up with my hair. But anyway, blame it on the Asian standard for beauty: long straight jet-black hair, skinny girls in skinnier jeans, porcelain skin (I may probably work on this if I didn’t love playing outdoor Ultimate too much) and all the other perks of a tropical (and mosquito-infested) country.

If you have been living under Maleficent’s spell for the past 5 years or so, hair-rebonding just happens to be the most famous hair treatment with the exception of those MJ perms. And if, horror of all horrors, you have not had a chance to try it out then here are some must-do’s!

1. First of all, women are known to suffer for the sake of beauty. Take the example of Queen Elizabeth and Barbie, they are treated like royalty yet they may never have known what it feels like to have love handles in their entire lifetime. Queen Lizzie may blame this on tight corsets and Barbie has the plastic factory to point out. So if you must have that re-bonding treatment for your hair, don’t expect them to handle your glorious mane with the least bit of affection. It will be pulled at, tugged, burned, and excessively shampooed.

2. A re-bonding treatment requires you to skip your faithfully constructed diet of leaves, nuts and egg whites. I learned this the hard way when I entered the salon at 10 in the morning and I finished at 4 in the afternoon. By all means, bring something to nibble on. I spent the morning smirking at girls lugging their McDonald’s meals into the salon. I counted the calories on each type of burger and the soda varieties they had on their lap. I felt powerful because I had the will not to succumb to the temptation of a Quarter Pounder! But when the clock struck 2, and my lunch was nowhere in sight, I may well have been the biggest loser!

3. Don’t forget to bring ANY form of amusement. You can bring a good book (something you swear you never have the time to read), a tech gadget with an endless play list, or your boyfriend (if he is funny enough). By the time I was done, I finished four issues of Cosmo, 2 ancient copies of Vogue and a not-so-recent article on Princess Diana.

4. Never argue with the person re-bonding your hair, especially when they happen to be wearing fake eyelashes and boa feathers. Unless you are looking for a fight or you want to end up with a receding hairline, spare your rude comments until after the whole thing is over.

Somebody got into a brawl with the hairstylist...

5. Follow the reminders and the strict instructions. Stay away from the shower. Don’t harass your hair with pins and scrunchies for a full month and you will be getting along just fine! Otherwise all the money you spent on this not-so-cheap treatment will just be going down the drain.

Just in case you don't know what a scrunchie is.

6. With great hair comes great responsibility. Nourish your hair with shampoo and conditioning creams, and once in a while…a dose of knowledge from a good book or a quick look at Wikipedia. Not all blondes are dumb and not all Asians with long straight jet-black hair happen to be academically inclined (I am being blunt because I am Asian and it pains me to use the word……dumb). In this case, it is the thought that counts!

You figure this one out...

7. Don’t forget to love yourself…Adore your stubborn kinky black hair. Be thankful for that big orange Julia Roberts mop on your head. Love every strand of your nearly artificial re-bonded hair!

If you have re-bonded hair, insert your picture here.

What that “I DO” does...

2011-02-04T00:57:00.000-08:00

6, 200 … the average salary I receive while working as a staff nurse (yes, dears, in PESOS).

…. the average number of weddings that take place in a day (in the U.S. alone).

50% .... the average percentage of my salary that’s spent on food, fare and other necessities.

…. the average percentage of first marriages that end in nasty divorce proceedings (so much for “first love never dies”)

1 year … the average time it takes for a couple to plan a lavish wedding.

… the average time it takes to complete divorce proceedings.

$20, 000… the average cost of an entire wedding

$30, 000… the average cost paid by state and federal governments for bankruptcies, public housing and food stamps for each divorce case filed.

Bottom line, I am no anti-marriage freak. I love looking at wedding videos and sometimes writing for them. I love butterflies, bubbles and confetti showers. I love Chantilly lace and velvet gloves with pearl heirloom earrings and diamond rings. I love I-do’s in a blooming garden and that magnificent sunset kiss.

But, wouldn’t it be nice to spend dollars upon dollars of time, patience and understanding in a successful marriage once the glass-tinkling has stopped and the guests have all gone?

Some things are simply priceless.

POST SCRIPT: That's my mom and my dad on that jaundiced old photo. And no, they did not spend 20, 000 dollars for that 1984 wedding. My mom made her own gown and their rings were 10 karat gold pieces that look almost grey and green by now. Amazingly they still live under one roof and they dinner date once in a while...

A Touching Vow...

2011-01-13T00:10:00.000-08:00

Here's an excerpt from the wedding vow I wrote for my friend's sister. About the funny sporty theme, well, let's just say the groom was a big big fan of football...

"...Like football, we will be a team in this game called life. It will not be about winning and keeping score. It will be about working together, trying our hardest and ultimately doing our best. I will be your midfielder, an able solution to your every need. I will be your fullback, when life strikes hard. You will be the perfect keeper, of our ambitions, our dreams…our goals. Let us be forwards who look for every opportunity to win over our differences, our doubts, our fears. Beginning today, I will be blessed to share each of my lifetime’s victories with you."

Well, whaddaya know? I can write vows for a living! I'd be called a vowriter or something like that, lol

Here's a nice picture of the newlyweds....

What I’d Love to See in a Real December Wedding

2010-12-21T21:31:00.000-08:00

You may think that it’s pretty foolish of me to dish out my wonderful ideas about a real-deal December wedding, but no I’m not of marrying age yet (25 is the new 16, or haven’t you heard?). And if I were, it wouldn’t be in the effin’ middle of December, the season for Christmas parties galore and videoke sessions with my favorite “hamon” as pulutan. I simply don’t want to spend those days dieting to fit into a size 2 wedding gown. I’m saying this because given my height and overall dislike for heels, I should ideally be a size 2 or I’d end up looking like a chicken lollipop. Now to end the introduction, here are some things I haven’t really seen on those very popular December weddings, and if you are going to tie the knot in the next few days, then feel free to use them!

A one-horse open sleigh

Yes, those cutesy prenup’s may feature things like a horse-drawn Kalesa or a century-old vintage car, but since it’s the Christmas season, why don’t you adhere to tradition instead? And by tradition I’m referring to American-inspired yet so-called traditional motifs that totally disregard the fact that we are in fact in a tropical country where you would be a fool to wear boots and a red lumpy snowsuit. But I would personally love to see a bride riding a one-horse open sleigh, with native spotted reindeers from the Visayas. Or should we start referring to it as a one-deer open sleight to avoid the confusion. Now wouldn’t that be such a sight?

One-Deer Open Sleighs should be the mode of transportation if you want to avoid wasting too much gas on your Dad's white bug.

Mistletoe Kissing Stations

If there’s one thing I hate the most about weddings, it would definitely be those traditional wedding rituals that tend to embarrass even the most extrovert member of the entourage. And to make matters worse, the entire wedding reception would be punctuated by the constant tinkling of spoons, forks and knives against anything that may make a sound. This would usually indicate that the bride and groom would have to kiss yet again. As if we want see more and more of that! If that’s the case, we might as well go with them to the honeymoon suite. So why don’t we put up random mistletoe kissing stations instead? It can be as discrete as a simple little mistletoe trinket among the branches of a tree (if it’s an outdoor reception) or as blatant as a ginormous mistletoe above the wedding cake. Whatever the case, I think it’s a better alternative compared to the constant tinkling that will probably cause a few broken wine glasses (which the bride and groom would have to pay, of course) before the night is through.

I could have searched for a better picture, but this will have to do.

Elven Ring-bearers and Flower Girls

Now your flower girls don’t necessarily have to be Liv Tyler-ish and your ring-bearers don’t have to look like Orlando Bloom in LOTR (which incidentally reminds me of the Malfoy clan in Harry Potter), but you can dress them up in fancy fairy wings and ear extensions. If I were still a small kid, I’m pretty sure I would want to go to a wedding that pretty much looks like a kiddie costume party. I wouldn’t want to be trapped under layers upon layers of chiffon and velvet the whole time you know.

This is Steve Tyler's kid, can you believe they both have the same genetic composition?

If that Jacob guy only dyed his hair, he'd fit right in!

Snow-Machine instead of rice showers, bubbles, butterflies and flowers

If you haven’t noticed it yet, we are in the middle of a rice shortage. And unless you want to eat sweet potatoes and be a walking farting spree all day, then I suggest another alternative to your rice showers. Bubbles, butterflies and flowers have all been used up and can be mighty cheesy if you do ask me. Butterflies should also be protected by animal rights laws, even if you can’t make a fur coat out of them. They always happen to end their lives in a jar for a science project, in a mosaic for the sake of art or in your little kid’s butterfly net. Whatever happened to insect rights anyway? So why don’t you rent a snow-machine and have a White Christmas Wedding for a change? As long as the so-called snow doesn’t look like a soap sud shower, it will be a refreshing sight in the middle of December.

He looks so much like that kid from Jerry Maguire.

A red wedding dress

Whoever said white is the color of virginity and purity has never probably laid eyes on an FHM cover with celebrities clad in stark WHITE skimpy under-things. According to what little research I did, Queen Victoria was the one who popularized the white wedding dress during her time. And if you are allergic to pollen and dislike the sight of flowers and bouquets, you should probably blame her too. It turns out that the traditional practice was for the bride to wear her best dress during her wedding, no matter what color it may be. So why don’t you walk down the red carpeted aisle with your dashing red wedding dress? Dashing through the snow white carpet can also be arranged if you really want to step it up a notch. What to do with the yards and yards of white carpet later on, well, I really don’t know. You can always just cut it up into rectangular pieces, sew on HOME SWEET HOME in the middle and give it to your friends as a wedding favor. They will remember you every time they have to get rid of dirt and dog poop before they step inside their homes.

White in all its different shapes and yes, forms.

So go ahead and take your pick!

Notes for the Average Ultimate Frisbee Player

2010-12-08T21:31:00.000-08:00

1. There’s a reason why they are always looking you off. And though scrimmage is not at all encouraged by virtue of the spirit of the game, you can always call their attention when you’re free for a complete pass. Trust me. I have long realized that those long sprints have just got to hurt! If you’re a guy, try wearing a skirt. The sight of your manly appendage peeking out may be enough to draw attention (if the handler doesn’t see you, the crowd will).

These guys sure know the drill. If you can pull this off with a disc in your hands, nobody will ever question your manhood.

2. Someday soon, you will be doing your very first bid for a lay-out. And yes, nobody will ever catch it on film or on their trusty digi-things. So do it again and again until somebody finally notices. Ask Joel Silver.

This guy didn’t get too lucky. He got captured alright, just not his face.

For all that dirt, you two boys forgot all about the disc!

3. Half of your Ultimate Frisbee career may be spent explaining what the whole thing is actually about. A percentage of that may be allotted to meaningful arguments where you need to convince them that Spotty or Whitey is not your teammate.

4. It’s ok to be filed for DUI (Diving Under the Influence). Just as long as you catch that disc, nobody will be keeping tabs on you. That makes Lindsay Lohan a potential player, if she can only stick to organics! So if I were you, loosen up a bit, have a beer, have an entire case! The whole point of the game is to enjoy, hence the smaller score boards!

6-9, and you may be thinking of a different type of “score”.

5. There’s no such thing as a bad hair day in Ultimate. Deal with whatever God gave you. You can go easy on the side burns, or have a full Freddie Mercury effect. The more outrageous, the better! On some accounts, you can even go without any hair at all. When this happens (due to heredity or a stressful middle-class job), make sure you make up for it with attitude.

"Momma...just killed a man...."

After watching Mel Gibson’s Lenten season film, I wouldn’t want to contest this guy.

If you can’t beat them at a good Mohawk, curl it up you twisted freak!

Well, if you're undecided, you can always go for a Curlawk!

6. Make use of ultimate terms as potential pick-up lines. If you sucked on the playing field, your chances at a tourney romance may be slimmer. But you have socials night to make up for it. Just make sure you don’t use “grappling” and “strip” together in one sentence.

The guy with the pink shirt almost got away with the grappling, but she changed her mind. The short guy got lucky though. There must be something about underwear across your chest that simply spells “pick-up”!

Didn’t I tell you not to do it on the field? She needs to down at least 4 bottles for the pick-up trick to work.

Wanna play with these goofballs? Here's a link, you know what to do, now do it!

Ultimate Club of Iloilo
Mighty Cocks

Let's celebrate the gift of time!

2010-12-06T22:14:00.000-08:00

Sometimes we forget that time is a constant thing that flies swiftly, its a good thing to be reminded once in a while. Well, speaking of time, here's a video that I will never regret writing for. Yes, its the closest I've yet been to celebrity status. And I plan to enjoy it every single second. Let's toast to seconds and minutes and hours. Let's celebrate the gift of time!

Let's Celebrate the Gift of Time : SWATCH from Mayad Studios on Vimeo.

just another SDE...

2010-11-18T17:01:00.001-08:00

Fritzie SDE from Mayad Studios on Vimeo.

Paracetamol Overdose

2010-11-17T08:13:00.000-08:00

An angel tonight... I dream of,
the moonshine on his wings.
I... a child in his arms
and him... my shield.
The sunset from his cerise mound, I taste...
and drink of love's saccharine...
Flesh to flesh we'll fly...
A little higher than those wishful stars.
A little deeper, and I drown...
In his gaze, I am an ember,
burning out...
or raging fire.
flickering amidst the ashes...
'neath the cobblestones of ice...
His touch tames me...
breathes me into life...

Purrs Monthsary...

2010-11-12T18:36:00.000-08:00

I won't write of my paperback-hero come true.
I will write of truth...I will write of you.

I will write of your eyes, and your blind sense of sight,
when you tell me I'm lovely when my acne's a fright.

I will write of your smile and your forgiving laugh,
when I'm being a clown with a joke for the daft.

I will write of your touch and the comfort it brings,
when I'm driving your car,
when the typing just stings.

I will write of your honesty coated with grins,
when my dress is too short and my legs are untrimmed.

I will write of your patience and how it amazes,
the stubborn old me still covered with excuses.

I will write of your love and how its taken so long,
for that silly old Frisbee to help us along.

I will write of the tears, of the laughter, the fights,
that you choose to forfeit when I can't see the light.

I will write of our need to figure out a song,
'cuz Oasis ain't cheesy and Kreviazuk's long gone...

I will write of you, of us tonight...
of the many months,, and years and lifetime's in sight.

I will write of more, this won't be the last tonight...

Coffee, Imelda, and bolero jackets…

2010-11-11T19:34:00.000-08:00

The past is a haven for the dusty, jaundiced photographs of yesteryears. An era our great-oldies reminisce fondly with gap-toothed smiles and the slightest glimmer of tears in their eyes. It’s an old record they play while humming through conversations in their rocking chairs…over aged china and newly-brewed coffee. Recollections of what was and at times, what might have been.

Its funny how, amidst the modern and liberated present, we catch ourselves longing for the golden touch of the past, a time far beyond our grasp, but enchanting nonetheless.

Who could forget a time when the now battered and devalued peso lived neck to neck with the dollar? Doesn’t it leave you a bit green-eyed when they talk about 8-peso shoes? No wonder Imelda had so many. Now the only thing you can buy with 8 pesos is a bottle of Coke. Call yourself lucky if it’s actually cold and not febrile due to PECO’s power failure schemes. That is, by the way, an entirely different story.

The “golden years” formed a culture all in itself. A culture now thriving in attics, encased in a hardwood “baul”. The real adventure unfolds; bit by dusty bit, in yellowed handwritten letters tied in ribbon, a far cry from the emails and forwarded text messages of today. I don’t think I should be saving SIM cards and CD’s of love notes for my grandchildren to appreciate. Yes, there were years when men actually went to all that trouble. Today’s average guy can’t even conjure a passably believable excuse letter!

Speaking of granny, her tea dresses and bolero jackets are now sashaying through the runways, dishing out the mini’s and the Olsen twins’ what-the-heck-are-you-wearing couture. This is a true indication that some good things do last (and look better too). It’s either that or we’re running out of sane designers on Fashion TV.

As another indication that old things are better, I’m sure you will trade Madonna for those wimpy Disney-kid-turned-DUI-accidents any given time. There’s something about classic music that doesn’t seem to be transcending to the present generation. In other words, Justine Bieber (ahem) sucks. I can’t quite imagine anybody ever belting out a revival of “Baby, baby, baby” some 10 to 20 years from now.

There are many reasons why we’d rather be stuck in the otherwise primitive past than endure the complexities of the present. But let’s face it, we’d rather be anywhere but here, be it the past or the future, some light years away. We use it as an escape, a denial of the reality that surrounds and at the most, overwhelms us. To long for times gone by is one thing. To be stuck in the past- unaware of the present- is an entirely different matter.

Sure, it’s no bed of roses. But we can make do with Nelly instead of MC Hammer. We have the amenities of modern civilization in our hands, hot water showers, Facebook accounts, multimedia lectures, digital-do-it-all’s and automatic anything’s…not so bad huh? Imagine Marilyn Monroe in a Bluetooth scandal or Frank Sinatra singing next to Miley Cyrus…not quite my idea of converging the past into the modern jungle of the present. That’s why they’re better off without each other.

Yes, we often don’t realize what we have unless we lose it, so the cliché goes. The life we live right now shouldn’t be spent wasted on trivial musings of what-has-been’s and what-might-not. Otherwise, it won’t be worth waking up to when we’d rather be dreaming all day.

The past is not something to be dwelled on, but an experience to be learned from. True, there is much to be reminisced about the past, but I think there’s no better time to live than the present…the here and now… for with it, we undo the wrongs of the past, with it, we foresee the future.

I think this is the ultimate challenge: to make the most of the present. That someday too, it will be a past worth remembering, a time fondly recalled, a memory unforgettably reminisced. Now excuse me, I think I’m late for afternoon coffee…

A Place among the Young

2010-11-07T04:32:00.000-08:00

Where laughter sweeps like summer breeze through fields of sun

Where innocence speaks light of things our eyes have set upon

Where bliss is measured by the simple joys of play and fun

Lies unreserved…magnificent…

A place among the young.

Where reverence for nature’s gifts sheds wonder left untamed

Where beauty scores in knowing how to be free yet still sane

Where friendship springs in having someone different yet the same

Dwells joyfully remembered,

A place we once had claim.

If only laughter came, in pocketfuls reserved

For empty days that fill the gaps our adult lives have earned

If only we had time to spare to listen to the sound,

Of a young wish, a silent prayer,

The innocence around…

Then we would look to see the world,

Behind the children’s eyes,

A world of stark simplicity, of wondrous beauty in disguise

We’d then awake and realize that deep inside remains

That peaceful place among the young,

unblemished and unchanged…

Buckets of Tears...

2010-11-05T19:29:00.001-07:00

One of my early attempts at script-writing...

Wedding Trailer from Mayad Studios on Vimeo.

Enjoy! :-)