Love... Life... and Lies...

Extremes

2016-05-28T00:15:00.000+08:00

(Written on 12 Dec. 2001)

You are the feather
that tickles my bone
And the wasp
that gets me to moan

You are the flame
that burns my skin
And the breeze
that sends chills within

You are the accident
to which I am prone
And the habit
with which I have grown

You are the poison
I have to spit out
And the spice
I can't eat without

You are the hero
who saves my day
And the villain
who blocks my way

The rule, the law
I cannot amend
A chapter in my life
I had to end.

Hello, Old Friend...

2015-05-08T00:21:00.001+08:00

Hello, Old Friend...

It has been a while since I last posted here. I have been too busy...too preoccupied...and at times too happy to write anything. I guess what they say is true, that the sweetest songs are always the saddest. That one could only write beautifully when they are sad. I'm not saying that I do write beautifully. I guess what I'm saying is that one only feels that aching feeling to pour their hearts out and write when they are very sad.

So here I am...saying hello to you, Sadness, My Old Friend. I'm a low point again. Oh well, that's life. There are highs and lows. And when you are at your lowest, you babble about things. Things no one could understand most of the time. That even you don't even understand the point at times. And that's where I am right now. At a point, wherein I just put pen to paper so to speak and I really have no idea where my trackless train of thought is taking me.

My eyes are heavy from crying from watching The Fault in Our Stars and somehow feeling pity for myself. I just found myself agreeing with Hazel Grace, "it's just not fair". I'm not dying, or sick, or anything but life, really is just not fair...

Dear Nian (A poem for a precious girl)

2013-10-05T00:45:00.001+08:00

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Sometimes, it's difficult to prove that you love somebody because of the many constraints or hurdles in life. Limitations set by time, by status, or by a person's capabilities. It is even harder when the involved person is a child.

Children only knows black and white, they don't recognize a gray area. They only feel either love or neglect. It's difficult for them to understand certain circumstances that sometimes prevents us adults to show them our love. But as they grow into adulthood, they ease into it. Sometimes they learn to understand and take it as it is. However, there are also times when they fail to see the love and focus only on the pain of unfulfilled longing for affection.

And what makes it more difficult for adults to make children understand is the communication gap. The gap is especially bigger when it comes to adolescents or teenagers because they have a tendency to clam up. They shut their world and hide inside it. Never letting their true feelings be known for fear that they would not be understood. Worse, they also refuse to listen because they feel that everything we say is either redundant, or some sort of punishment for them. And that we say things out of spite and not out of love.

I have been a child, a teenager, once and I still remember how it was. The feeling that I know everything and I don't need to be told. I still have that thinking sometimes, but I do admit now that we still need reminders no matter how old or mature we think we are.

Now, there's this precious girl whom I love. We have a not-so-usual relationship that may raise some people's eyebrows. We are friends, yes to some degree. I guess we're as close as an adult could normally get to with a teenager. I could have been her mother and God knows how much I want to. I believe she wants that, too. However, certain circumstances would not allow me and I can only show her my love in the little ways that my time and limited capabilities could afford. I know she understands this but I'm not sure if she fully accepts it. Or if she had come to terms with and learn to live with this fact. I understand that she also has some personal issues that may be affecting how she feels about our friendship. So I wrote this poem for her, to let her know that I'm here and she can count on me.

Dear Nian,

I may not be around as much

For us to spend time together and such

We may all the time be apart

But please know that you’re always in my heart

Much as I wanna hold

Or hug you when you’re cold

Much as I wanna be there

To offer comfort when you’re scared

You know that I sometimes can’t

But know that I would’ve bent

Over backwards and inside and out

If I did hear you shout

I can still be a shoulder

To lean on for things hard to bear

Such as foolish mistakes

Or awful heartbreaks

I can still extend a hand

To pull and help you stand

After a terrible fall

Help you overcome it all

I know I am not your mother

And that I can never replace her

But a very good friend, I can be

If, and only if, you will allow me

Written on 04 October 2013, 18:38

By: Lady Olivine

Random Thoughts 8: Dilemma

2013-06-25T19:35:00.002+08:00

Just when you thought everything is already perfect, something more fun and exciting comes along. Now, you're in a dilemma whether to stay in that perfectly nice and safe state or, hop in on a risky but fun and exciting ride to somewhere unknown.

The only question is, "Is it worth the risk?"

Random Thoughts 7: On Being Happy

2013-06-21T13:23:00.000+08:00

Life may not be all good and rosy, but we can choose to be happy.
You may not have the fairytale love story you've been dreaming of but hey! you have a love life, at least. Not all people do, so make the best of it. Give it your damnest best shot! ;)

Random Thoughts 6: Missing Things

2013-06-12T23:11:00.004+08:00

Sometimes you wouldn't know what you've been missing until you feel or experience it again. That moment when you realize you have already forgotten how wonderful it feels. And then you ask yourself, "Why oh why am I depriving myself of this again?"

Falling Out of Love

2013-06-12T00:50:00.001+08:00

We all know what is falling in love or how it feels, at least most people do. But what about falling out of love? How do we know that we are falling out of love? What are the tell-tale signs, if there are any?

I once answered an "Are You Falling Out of Love Quiz". There were 20 questions answerable by Yes, No and Somewhat. The quiz briefly explains falling out of love before the questions:

"When a relationship ends people assume that it is easy on the person who ends things. It is as if the person who does the breaking up, or who is thinking of breaking things off, is a person with no feelings, but nothing could be further from the truth. Sometimes people break off a relationship without remorse but this is not the norm. Most of the time falling OUT of love is a painful and confusing process filled with doubt and guilt. In fact falling OUT of love can be a more emotional process than falling IN love. Are you falling out of love or are you just going through a rocky patch? Take our "Are you falling OUT of love?" quiz to find out."

How true... Breaking up with someone you have loved, especially for a long time, is very difficult. I should know. I have done it a few times. And each time was very painful. In my most recent confusion and doubt in a relationship, I answered the quiz and got the following score and assessment:

"Your score is 40. Whether or not you are falling out of love is hard to tell. While your feelings are mixed up you still seem to have hope that the love is there. Wait it out a bit - time heals all wounds and answers all questions."

I must say the assessment was pretty accurate. The love was there but it was mixed with confusion of wants, needs, expectations and fear for the future.

It can really be very confusing and scary but the best person to answer all your questions is you. After all, it's your life and happiness at stake.

Circuit Breaker

2013-06-01T14:01:00.001+08:00

(A Poem of a teenage girl's first intimate moment)

He touched my arm
And electricity flowed
He gripped my hand
Then walked and I followed

Held me in his arm
Current continued flowing
Embraced me warm
Warm as a hearth fire, burning

Caressed my back
I felt my spine tickled
Tried to smack
I held back, forehead wrinkled

I did resist
Before it will be too late
Though he insist
And persist on our first date

It's dangerous
When resistance is zero
Heat might burn us
A red flame will blaze and glow

Written sometime in December 1995

By: Lady Olivine

Making Time for Friends

2013-06-01T01:24:00.001+08:00

Some people tend to neglect their friends when they are in a relationship. They don't go out with them anymore and limit their worlds to their partner. But when the relationship goes sour or fails, they seek their friends out and find comfort in them.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, we need to make time for friends even when we are in a relationship. They, too, have feelings and it does hurt to be sought out only in times of trouble. You don't need to go out with them often. Just make time to say hi or hello every now and then. It should not be difficult nowadays. There's Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and what-not. Much better if you can have coffee or lunch or dinner with them some time. Doesn't have to be a grand get-together. Just make time. And when they extend an invitation, the least you could do is respond. Whether you are going or not, have the courtesy to respond.

Friends are rare and precious stones but they are not as hard.

They have feelings and you hurt them by ignoring their invitation, or saying no all the time. They can grow tired of reaching out and the next thing you know, you no longer have friends to turn to.

Just sayin', you know ;)

Random Thoughts 5: Special Bond

2013-05-17T07:24:00.003+08:00

What is this thing that connects us to some people? That for some reason we feel a strong connection with them even if we have only just met. Or we have only been together a few times. For a lack of a better term I'd just call it "Special Bond".

It doesn't come along everyday. You don't feel it with everyone. But when it's there it's there. Whether you like it or not. Whether it is right or not. But how could it be wrong if it feels good? I've heard this too many times before...how can something that feels so good and so right be so wrong?

I won't try to answer that now...I'll save it for another musing :)

Random Thoughts 4: Fascination with First Love

2013-05-16T15:51:00.001+08:00

A lot of people seem to be fascinated with the concept of First Love. I admit that I am. Until now, I still wonder where my first love is and how it would be nice to see him before I settle down. Not that it would matter now, but I guess I am just curious how we would both react. What it would be like, you know. Would there be a spark? A shot or pinch to the heart? Would my heart skip a beat? That sort of stuff.

I still remember the moment I saw him after 4 years of separation and no communication whatsoever. That was 17 years ago. We were like two magnets with the same magnetic pole that repelled on contact. As in literally repelled and turned "about face" upon seeing each other. Haha!

There were also a few men who had confessed to me fairly recently that I was their first love, first crush, first courtship, etc... It was really flattering, and fascinating at the same time, to know that it did matter to them. It still does, actually. It warmed my heart to see them them blush and flutter as they tell me all about it. How it started, what they liked in me, the great lengths they did to make me notice then... Yeah...I did giggle a bit :) and in front of them. Haha! I couldn't help it! Even the class heartthrob could not manage telling me without stammering. Oh, the joy in that! :D Not to be mean or anything, but it did feel like grade school or high school again. I felt young again. We all did. I and "them". Hehe... Most of all, I felt alive again. It was like a shot of adrenalin.

I also have a lot of friends and relatives who are "in love" with the possibility of ending up with the "First Love" or with a childhood sweetheart. You know, that whole "despite-all-the-years", or "two-old-friends-meet-again"drama. For some reason, it has a very strong appeal. But then again, we have to be realistic. That was all in the past. Yes, it's nice to relive the moments...the feelings...the love... Yes, it would make a very romantic love story ending up with your First Love but it doesn't end there. Only fairy tales end the story with a "happily ever after". In reality, it doesn't end there. There's so much more to it... :)

Silent Desperation

2013-03-25T17:20:00.001+08:00

(A Poem)

I wish I could say
What I really feel
I wish I could understand
Coz it is vague still

Couldn't find the words
To exactly describe it
Couldn't find the voice
To let it out with

So please don't vex me
With your questions
Don't search anymore
For explanations

Just let it be,
Let me be
But don't leave me
Please, hold me...

Written on 13 October 2003

By: Lady Olivine

Dormant

2013-03-12T20:29:00.001+08:00

That is one way to describe my absence in this blog site. It has been what? Four months since my last post? I didn't even have anything for Christmas, New Year, and VALENTINES!!! What is wrong with me???

Well, nothing serious really. Just got caught up in this so-called real life. Holidays, sickness, death and now organizing a wedding! Yes, I do event organization and hosting sometimes. For special friends.

Anyway, I'm hoping to come back to blog life. After all, even volcanoes dormant for hundreds of years still come back to life, right? ;)

Prayer for Peace

2012-11-21T22:56:00.005+08:00

(A Prayer Poem by the teenage Lady Olivine)

It may sound like a beauty pageant answer but I do wish for world peace. Here's a poem I wrote back in high school. It may sound cheesy but it came from my heart and I thought to share it here as my Christmas wish for the world.
Here goes...

Oh God,
I know not how to stop wars
I know not how to control anger
I know not how to end battles
I know not how to kill hate
Wish I knew, please tell me how

People keep on fighting
Even end up dying
They care about nothing
Though some are suffering
Please teach them to love and care for others

It's not yet too late, I believe
There's still peace to give
I know coz I can feel it
And I can see some proofs of it

I believe someday peace will reign the world with your help
Like the way YOU let the moon shine on my face while I'm asleep
Or the rays of sun entering my window when I take a peep
Like the way YOU let cool breeze plant caressing kiss on my cheek
Or the blossoming of fragrant flowers ready to be picked
These may mean nothing to some
But for me they serve as hope for peace to come
So please, God, tell me I'm not wrong
Tell me we can still sing a song
Help us strive for peace
Help us, oh help us please...

Amen.

Written in 1996

By: Teenage Lady Olivine

Second Christmas Without You

2012-11-11T22:55:00.000+08:00

(A Poem by a Lonesome Mistress)

Since Christmas is just around the corner, I thought to share this poem I wrote about a lonesome mistress a long time ago...

Our second Christmas together

But again, together apart

And as it is, always

Only together in our hearts

I try to tell myself

Christmas is just a date

But when I see joy around

I can't help but hate

The miles between us

And the situation we're in

But it is the way it is

Though not what you mean

Just bear Christmas without you

And other Christmases to come

Because it will be far too long before

You could spend it with me at home

Different Feet, Different Shoes

2012-10-24T23:18:00.001+08:00

Just a while back, a friend of mine confided that she was dreading their upcoming high school reunion. When I asked her why, she said it's because she hasn't accomplished anything in life and she would surely be embarrassed when her high-heeled globe trotter former classmates would ask her how her life is. She's embarrassed to let them know that she amounted to nothing.

My friend is a plain housewife and a mother of two, with a husband who's always struggling to find work. She said she’s nothing compared to her classmates whom she always sees in Facebook as a picture of success and happiness. Pictures of promising and interesting career, out of town vacations, shopping of expensive brands, and eating out in fancy restaurants. I can feel the sadness, regrets and envy in her voice.

I gave her a similar advice I said in my previous post. I told her…

"You have different set of feet and different pair of shoes from them. You have traveled different paths. Look beyond the pictures. Look at their lives. They may have accomplished more than you, but they may not even have to work for it. It is a sad truth that some were born with more privileges than us. Hence, getting things in life are easier for them.

So I told her, you may not be as successful but you may be a better or stronger person because you had to work harder. Look at it this way; your children are your accomplishments as well as your blessings. You have two wonderful and adorable little girls who love you so much. They are your pride and joy. They are growing up to be smart and good children. And they may not have grown as such if you were a working mother. And that’s how you are going to answer your friends’ questions."

To be honest, I also found it difficult not to be sad when my friend was confiding in me. I found it hard to find the right words to tell her because I also find myself in the same low moments. I, too, sometimes look enviously at my friends Facebook pictures and ask myself why I have not accomplished the things that they had, or why am I not able to do the things that they do. And then I remind myself of my own advice. We are born with different feet hence, we have different shoes. We travel different paths with different situations and circumstances. And the best thing we can do is to accept, adapt, and give this life our damnest best!

AnOther Woman's Point of View

2012-10-22T23:59:00.000+08:00

The Other Woman. No Other Woman. The Mistress. A Secret Affair.

No, this is not a review of movies about mistresses. No, that's not it.

I just noticed that a lot of people are not exactly happy that mistresses are trending in movies, so to speak. They (especially women) hate the publicity that these "other women" are getting lately. Some people think that the movies are glorifying the act of adultery and the adulteress. And I just want to say I beg to disagree. I think it is just telling the other side of the story. Why, we always see "normal" or the usual love story, but we don't really complain even if they are too cliche?

While not everything in these movies can be said to be true in all third party situations, they still reflect reality. It is happening all around us. We cannot really turn a blind eye on it and live in denial. And I believe, the mistresses also have a right to tell their side of the story. I guess what I'm trying to say is, let's not be judgmental. I'm not really a bible person but I believe that none of us have the right to cast a stone on any sinner.

You haven't been in her shoes so you can't possibly understand the situation completely. You haven't been caught in a situation like hers, or have been offered a love from a married man, so you can't say you would never ever do it. And even if you have, the circumstances would still be different. You haven't walked the same exact path, so you wouldn't really know how it feels or how you would react in her case.

Life is not composed of only black and white, or right and wrong. There are a lot of gray areas in the paths we tread. And we, people, are woven from different threads, fabrics and materials hence we act and react differently in different situations. At least, that much, we should understand.

You would never really know what you would do or how you would fare, until the situation is already right there staring in your face.

Broken Reflection

2012-10-20T16:22:00.000+08:00

(A Poem by a teenager disappointed with herself)

I always stare at myself in my mirror
And watch as my reflection glow
I was contented with what I see
Because there's an ideal woman to be

That gave me so much confidence
But I didn't bother to look for evidence
And so I was filled with horror
When I looked at another mirror

I wasn't tall but small
I wasn't so smart after all
I wasn't what I believed to be
My damn mirror lied to me

My reflection has now been broken
But I'll try to build it again
And this time it won't be fake
The best one that I can make

Written

09 August 1998

by: the Teenage Lady Olivine

A Blast from Rainer Maria Rilke

2012-10-19T16:32:00.000+08:00

I have another confession to make…

Yes, what I said in my previous blogpost is true… that I have been busy with work and then lazy with my free time. But that didn’t keep me from posting in my other blog…but not here. But that’s not without trying. I know that’s a lot of buts and it’s starting to sound like I’m just making up excuses. Well, the truth is I think I wasn’t inspired enough to come up with a topic about Love…Life…and Lies… I guess it has something to do with “not being sad”. You know what they say, “the sweetest songs are always the saddest”. Right? Well, of course, we also get inspired when are most happy. Yeah, I agree. I guess it is because I’m neither of the two.

I am not in the least sad. So, no chance for a tearjerker drama queen post. I’m most of the time happy and contented with what I have and where I am right now. But maybe not ecstatically happy enough to be inspired and write a love poem or blog about love, or life. And then I remembered (again, because I always do in times like this) what Rainer Maria Rilke said in his Letters to a Young Poet:

“If your everyday life seems poor, don't blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is no poverty and no poor, indifferent place.”

Yeah, I guess I’m still not enough of a poet to call forth life’s riches because I always come to this “uninspired” phase. So, I now sit here, typing this blog away as I think of something to say or where to lead this rambling to….

(A very long pause)

Okay…I'm back! I reached for my old copy of Letters to a Young Poet and reread Rilke’s first letter. I have read this many times already but it still gets me every time. On asking other people’s opinion about your work, Rilke said: “You are looking outside, and that is what you should most avoid right now. No one can advise or help you - no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write?”

So, I asked myself, “Must I really write?” I’m not even sure if there are people out there who read my blogs. Yes, my blogs get views or visitors every day but do they really read my posts? Or I’m just talking to myself here in an unheard monologue, reaching nobody’s ears? Then I thought, “Who cares?” As long as I let it out. I remember using my poems as an outlet of my emotions. I don’t keep a diary per se. My poems can be considered my diary entries. They are my thoughts and feelings put into words. And sometimes other people’s as well. No one really reads them, unless I show it to some people. And now, I have my blogs where I publish my thoughts. I can’t be sure if there’s someone out there who appreciates my posts unless they leave me a message. But that’s okay, I guess. At least, there’s still the possibility that I may touch another person’s life through my writing. And even if I don’t, there’s still the satisfaction… the relief of speaking out my thoughts, letting out my emotions. Besides, the vastness of the entire Universe is always there to listen. As Paulo Coelho said:

“And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”

So how would the Universe know my heart’s desires if I don’t say it, right? And this is how I got over my lack of inspiration to write :) Here’s to hoping to write more often!

...in a Coma

2012-10-16T14:20:00.002+08:00

Wow! How time flies.... Has it been over a month already since my last post??? Ugh! I've been a bit too busy with the nitty-gritty of this so-called life. Work and all the hassles that come with it. How I wish I could afford to just sit and relax, read and write as I please... Oh well, since that is not happening in the near future, I'd just have to squeeze my blogging in whatever little free time I have.

I must also confess that those little free time I had the past month have been spent sleeping or simply doing nothing. I don't know...looks like I lapsed into a phase of laziness during those times that I didn't have to work. Does that make any sense? Well you see, when I don't work...as in work for money, I "work" on my hobbies, such as crochet, cooking, drawing, painting, reading, writing, blogging, etc... I hate, hate, hate not doing anything worthwhile. But the past month, I did very, very little of those. I just didn't feel like doing anything at all. It's like I fell into a coma, so to speak. Haha!

Oh well, I guess it's my body's way of telling me that she needed a rest. Anyway, I'm hoping to wake up soon and post something worth reading here.

Till then...:)

The Deacon

2012-09-11T12:24:00.001+08:00

(A Poem - winning entry to a Goodreads' group weekly poetry contest)

The week's topic was "Altar Ego". No, it wasn't a typo error. It's a play on words and it is up to the participants how to interpret and render it in a poem. Here's what I have come up with and it won! :)

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Here goes...

The Deacon

A sworn servant of the Lord

Praising and serving in God’s name

Reading, preaching His word

An inculpable man with no blame

He goes to church every Sunday

With his lovely wife and children

As a family, they solemnly pray

Though they fight very often

He helps the poor, the hungry

The imprisoned and the sick

But in another reality

A self-righteous arrogant prick

Living another life

In some faraway place

Where he keeps another “wife”

Who believes in his promise of white lace

Written:

03 September 2012

22.50

by: SheBlogger (a.k.a. Lady Olivine)

Don't Forget to Remember...

2012-09-10T17:40:00.001+08:00

In a fast-paced world and age like ours, we tend to forget too many things. We forget some errands, some things to do, dates, birthdays and other occasions. We forget other people’s names, even their faces sometimes. We forget even family and friends… even those very close and dear to us. Or those who think they are as dear to us as we are to them. People who have been with us in many difficult times of our lives. People who have helped us, supported us. People who took care of us, or were there to help our parents raise us.

These are the people we should not forget. We may have grown up and matured and hence, don’t need them anymore, but we owe it to them. No matter how long ago it was... No matter how small the things they did for us… As long as they genuinely cared about us… You cannot deny that they helped in shaping us into what we are now. If we grew up to be brave and strong, it was because they guided us to be so. If we grew up to be loving and caring person, it was because they showed us love and affection.

So now that we have grown, we should give something back to them. It doesn’t need to be something huge and expensive. We just have to show that we are not forgetting what they did for us and that we appreciate it. Make them feel that we still appreciate them. Small inexpensive things that we give just especially for them would do. Just to show that we do think of them, that we are grateful.

They may not say anything, but you should know that they are expecting, hoping for some appreciation. It would make them very happy to know that you still remember. And would hurt them so bad if we forget... So let us not forget to remember them and the things they did for us.

Dahil Ako ay Isang Blogger Lamang (Because I'm Just a Blogger)

2012-09-08T19:27:00.000+08:00

(A Poem for Senator Tito Sotto)

I've already posted this in my other blog...my apologies for the double post. But I really want to spread my sentiments about this sanctimonious arrogant senator.

This is a poem I've written as an open letter to Philippine Senator Tito Sotto, who belittled bloggers in general. As a blogger/writer, I feel strongly about plagiarism. More than that, I feel strongly about denigrating any occupation. It doesn't really matter if it is a blogger, a published or self-published writer... At least, we are writing the piece ourselves.

But this self-righteous arrogant senator, when discovered that his staff copy-pasted paragraphs from several bloggers for his speech, still had the nerve to say,

“Bakit ko iku-quote yung blogger? Blogger lang yun!” (Why should I quote the blogger? She’s just a blogger!)

So here’s a piece of my mind, as a blogger… Pardon me, I had to write it in my mother tongue because the issue is very close to my heart.

Dahil Ako ay Isang Blogger Lamang

Tula ni SheBlogger

08 September 2012

16.30

Ako ay isang blogger

Nagpo-post, nagsi-share

Ng aking nababasa

Napakikinggan, nakikita

Sa naising makapagbahagi

Ng mga bagay na katangi-tangi

Mga impormasyon at balita

Na interesante sa mambabasa

Kung minsan nangongopya

Sa mga akda ng iba

Nang may kaukulang pagbanggit

Upang di masabing nang-umit

Ng opinyon o ideya

Na galing sa iba

Isang pagbibigay respeto

Sa kinauukulang tao

Kung minsan rin ay gumagawa

Ng aking sariling katha

Tulad nitong aking tula

Na sa aking puso nagmula

Upang aking maiparating

Ang sariling saloobin

Ngunit ako’y blogger lamang

Di marapat seryosohin

Ano ang iyong sinabi,

Nang ikaw ay mahuli?

“Bakit ko iku-quote yun…?

Blogger lang yon!”

Oo nga naman, blogger lang yon

Mas mahalaga ang iyong propesyon

Mas may dignidad

Mas may integridad

Ngunit sa iyong sinabi

Marami kang nakanti

Kaming mga bloggers

Na magaling na researchers

Kaya iyong ipagpaumanhin

Kung aming hahalukayin

Lahat ng inyong sasabihin

Kung kinopya, aalamin!

Nauunawan ko

Na ikaw ay abalang tao

Kaya ika’y may tagagawa

Ng talumpating binabasa

Ngunit tinanong mo man lang ba

Kung saan pinagkukuha

Ng iyong chief of staff

Ang kanyang mga sinulat?

O wala na talagang oras

Dahil meron ka pang palabas

Tuwing katanghalian

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Interview with the Vampire: Claudia’s Story

2012-09-08T12:49:00.001+08:00

I simply must share this... Anne Rice is one of my favorite writers and she's my guru when it comes to witch and vampire lore.

Now, here's a graphic novel adaptation of her Interview with the Vampire, this time told by the vampire child Claudia. I wonder how this would fare. Another writer/artist retells the story but Anne Rice thinks it captured the essence of her novel. That's enough for me. I'd love to see the characters' rendition in graphics :)

Read my other blog about this here: Interview with the Vampire: Claudia’s Story

Elsmer, My Sister

2012-08-26T01:36:00.000+08:00

(A Poem for my sister on her Birthday)

26 August 2012

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I have a sister

Her name is Elsmer

Not an ordinary name

Neither an ordinary dame

Strong-willed, stubborn

Like the month she was born

In typhoon frequented August

When storm wind blows in gusts

Raised in difficult times

Family living off nickel and dime

Grew up with not much comfort

Finished college with what I can support

Our life was not easy

Sometimes even crazy

Survived Mt. Pinatubo and flood

Continued living with our sweat and blood

Maybe that’s the reason

She can weather any season

And though she weeps sometimes

I know she can get over it in time

I know…I am sure

No doubt, she could endure

Anything and everything

Whatever life would bring

Because she is my sister

And I am a part of her

My strength, my wisdom

And she knows I’d always come

by: Lady Olivine

Happy Birthday, Bungkokot ko! I love you! :)