Thursday, December 27, 2012

Flowers and Good Wishes for 2013

Days from now, it's gonna be an another brand new year. As in a party, I would like to kiss adieu to this year in advance - with a bouquet of flowers freshly picked from the garden.

Blue periwinkle for an unchanging friendship to my classmates since I began schooling, to my companions in the former city, to my friends miles around the globe, to my relatives near to my heartstrings. Always constant.

Tulip for a declaration of passion with my new set of bubbly colleagues in the whole new environment where I continue to cultivate my profession. Learning from all of you, folks.

Mayflower for a warm welcome to a circle of professional teachers I met this year in the education circuit. Counting more exciting years to work with.

Marigold for pain and grief to the tearful hearts of my bereaved relatives whose loved ones passed away this year. Unwavering smiles that will last.

Daisy for a final farewell to a very complicated world, in which I am feeling relieved now because I am finally out of its untangling cobwebs. Happily moving on.

Lavender for mistrust to specific people who treated me with undue thoughts and unworthy feelings. Less talk, less mistake.

Fern for fascination to generous people who extended their hands in various ways, especially during the completion of my thesis. Endless kudos for your kindness.

Pink carnation for unconditional love to my dearest parents who showered upon me the same kind of love all through out my roller coaster ride this year. So lucky in life.

Surely, the undesirable ones had been cut down the soil of grey past as there is no good reason on keeping them still. And as for the awesome ones: a shovel of laughter, a pail of love and a barrel of life for the new year to come!

I am definitely blooming where the Gardener rightfully planted me. :-)


Monday, December 24, 2012

And That End Did Not Come Again

The end of the world did not come again. But, what if it was for real? Which leads me to ponder on how much TIME we waste everyday either by sheer unwillingness to make things happen or by simple ignorance to make the best of each moment in our lives.



Sometimes we fail to demonstrate little acts of care to our loved ones simply because we believe that there would still be some other times to show it.

Sometimes we neglect to reconnect with our missing friends for we know we have so little time of our lives for them.

Sometimes we ignore to let go of sad memories not minding how much time we are wasting dwelling on the past while the world continues to spin though.

Sometimes we refuse to forgive other people who hurt us because we insist that there would be no damn time in our life for people like them.

Sometimes we procastinate doing simple tasks of living until time rushes and we complain being pushed to make it.

Sometimes we spend most of our days dreaming, oblivious that time has started for us to do the first step to make it happen.

Sometimes we ignore people who reach us out, realizing later that it was their last time in this world.

Sometimes we speak words unwisely, not knowing that we cannot take the time back to unspeak them.

And the end of the world did not come again. But, again, what if it was for real? May we have indeed the courage to seize every chance and the willingness  to enjoy every moment that we are given - from this time on.


Thursday, December 13, 2012

Memories with Tita Glenmar

This crazy photograph was taken in my granny's house one summer vacation in the 90's, with special mention to the vintage radio and television in the background as an added effect to that. The girl with me is Glenmar, a first cousin of my mother, which logically and technically makes Glenmar my tita - a title of respect that drives her nuts. Laughs.

And if the gloomy saying is true that a picture can speak a thousand words, it would be impossible to miss  the obvious description for this picture: vintage, whether the objects or the people, whichever you see first. 

I am particularly amused about our crowning glories. I wore that bangs hairdo until it turned wavy during my late elementary days. And look at Tita Glenmar's curly tops - if that is not a chicken nest. It has evolved now into straight wires after many rebonds, I am sure. Lol.

And heavens, notice our each pair of slippers. Who is the one who should teach the other regarding the proper way of wearing it - the aunt or the nephew? Ha. Ha. Ha. And who the hell looked better in this battle of vintage costumes - the tucked fashion or the jumper attire? Ha. Ha. Ha.

I must admit though that I used to be a cry baby way back while Tita Glenmar was a super witch since then. We used to play in the house, and I remember running to my parents and holding back my tears after raging wars with her. When my parents would recall it in the family now, we can't help but laugh at the story behind this picture. 

Looking at this remembrance now, it is just damn irony to realize that long years after it was taken in my granny's house one summer vacation in the 90's, among the vintage radio and television, it is still such a sweet memory to reminisce though. And hey, I mean it.


Wednesday, December 5, 2012

The Rain


Drawing each rain
That drops down the pane
I count it in a song
But why so long?


Tracing each rain
That trails down the pane
I keep a stare
But why I care?


Tracking each rain
That trickles down the pane
I find its final station
But why I forlorn?