Wednesday, February 27, 2002

we are, are different. All the stars
are out tonight, and I am spilling
salt, watching its crystals fall
into the patterns of stars, into
beautiful sadnesses.Vega, Sirius,
Alpha Centauri: I am wishing
on them until I run out of names.

-----"Triage" from the book The World's Last Night, Margot Schilpp
Kathleen Raine

They more than we are what we are:
Serenity and joy
We lost or never found,
The forms of heart's desire,
We gave them what we could not keep;
We made them what we cannot be.

Their kingdom is our dream, but who can say
If they or we
Are dream or dreamer, signet or clay?
If the most perfect be most true,
These faces pure,
these bodies poised in thought
Are substance of our form
And we the confused shadows cast.

Growing toward their prime they take our years away,
And from our deaths they rise
Immortal in the life we lose.
The gods consume us, but restore
More than we were:
We love, that they may be,
They are, that we may know.

Tuesday, February 26, 2002

Hayyy.. nakakainis si Neil. I just called him (again) to ask him why he is not texting nor emailing. It has been days and not a word. But again, he has a reason. Naubusan daw siya ng load and he has no time to mail. hayyy... but it does feel good to hear his voice and to know that he's okay. I have been worried. Nakakainis talaga arrghh. I hate it that i feel happy to hear his voice. i do miss the guy.
Love is always different. Love is always the same.

Monday, February 25, 2002

"And when you thought it fit, the next moment you realize that you have stolen time from her, and that she isn't meant for you. That from the start she belonged to someone else. Her soul remains her own always, but her heart will never be hers alone. She loves for herself and lives for that love. Take it one day at a time. Make it happen today because something else was meant for tomorrow. And even if it didn't fit correctly, it must have felt like it did. At that moment you felt the perfection of your touch, then it must've been right. If only for a few hours, minutes, seconds, moments-- there was something right, then hold it in your memory and whatever happens next will never destroy the goodness of your brief episode of closeness. In the morning when you wake up, you will feel that she feels there was nothing, but there will always be something. The most casual of encounters can create the most romantic of experiences. It takes a few seconds to instantly like someone but it takes the length of an enternity to be truly in love."

Friday, February 22, 2002

Somewhere Not Here

I remember when you came,
I can just recall that day,
Unexpected, undetected,
If I had known I still would have done it,

So little time, so long to wait,
A paradise, within your eyes,
All the things I could tell you,
All the things I could show you,

You're my waking fault,
You're the smile on my lips,
I dream I see your face,
I see and dream of you,

You were safe and warm,
I was in your hands,
We were moved in time,
To another space,

Somewhere, not here,
Somewhere, not here,
So, little time
So, little time

You were safe and warm,
I was in your hands,
We removed in time,
To another space,

A thousand miles away,
I'd like to fly to you,

I mess myself
I dream, I see your face,
I see, I dream of you,
If you were here we'd watch,
If you were here we'd see,

You're my waking fault,
You're the smile on my lips,

You were safe and warm,
I was in your hands,
We were moved in time,
To another space,

Somewhere, not here,
I know you are somewhere, not here,
You're my waking fault,
You're the smile on my lips,
Are you thinking of me
Do I invade your sleep
A paradise, a paradise,
Within your eyes.

I remember when you came,
I can just recall that day,
Somewhere not here,
Somewhere not here,

-----Alpha, "Somewhere Not Here"
"Love is so short," Pablo Neruda once wrote, "forgetting is so long." Though sometimes, I still worry that a memory might leave me, that the image of her face would eventually blur, even fade. Without those memories, my life would be colorless. I would be standing on the shores of Boracay watching the fireworks, amazed simply by the superficial display of light rather than awed by the depth of emotions these displays evoke.

-----"Living With Memories", By Etienne Lebrun Wednesday, January 09, 2002
"Wherever you go, there you are."

Thursday, February 21, 2002

When you're on a golden sea
You don't need no memory
Just a place to call your own
As we drift into the zone

On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain

We'll run away together
We'll spend some time forever
We'll never feel bad anymore

-----"Islands in the Sun", Weezer

Thursday, February 14, 2002

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need; by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath.
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

-----"How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways", Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Thank you Ma'am Arni for the story. Happy Hearts Day :)

Saturday, February 09, 2002


While you are away
My heart comes undone
Slowly unravels
In a ball of yarn
The devil collects it
With a grin
Our love
In a ball of yarn

He'll never return it

So when you come back
We'll have to make new love

-----"Unravel", Bjork

Sunday, February 03, 2002

"His love of the princess would take on for him the expression of an eternal love, would acquire a religious character, be transfigured into a love of the eternal being which, although it denied fulfillment, still reconciled him once more in the eternal consciousness of his love's validity in an eternal form that no reality can take from him."

-----"Fear and Trembling (1843)", Søren Kierkegaard