Friday, December 04, 2009

"As We Awake in Your Love" - The Midnight Writer's Morning Prayer

Praise and thanksgiving to you O Lord for this day that you have once awakened us in the midst of your magnificent creation. Bless this day O Lord and bless all our activities. May all our work this day reflect joy and humility.

In your mercy forgive, O Lord, our little acts of omission, whenever we choose to abscond or delay acts of obedience and charity, and whenever with impatience we tend to desire the easy but often either selfish or selfless way out of difficulty.

Grant us the courage to live according to Your laws of love and good common sense. Imbibe in us the love of the life we are receiving as you will us to, so that we may not want to fall to the devil's pit and forsake the beautiful plans you have for us.

Bestow on us the grace to love ourselves and to impart that love to others.

May the Holy Spirit be with us always so that we may be moved to that "outside encouragement of a little love" so that altogether we may grow in love for You.

This we ask in the name of Jesus Christ Your son and our savior who lives and reigns with you forever and ever. Amen.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

taste good....good food !

It all started back again in August when some colleagues at work and I had the idea of going on food trips. The first one was in September. Then another in October. Then again November.

Little by little, I found myself searching my old recipe cards and listing down menus and soon enough, i'm back into the kitchen! hehehe... Now and then, i am packing lunches, and the long-loved obento ideas just came in handy. Though my own lunches are not fully Japanese or as artsy and delightful as the ones from Biggie or the Missus of Shizuoka Gourmet i try to pack in healthy goodies especially that my own work sched is what my former boss would dub as "erratic".

With Papa being a former migrant worker in Japan, I did grow surrounded with things Japanese like that gikandesho alarm clock and Anpanman posters and sakura coloring materials, Kerokerropi and a whole lot of other stuff and even when he was long back in the country, the influences never ceased to draw me. (ps. i used to want to get a government scholarship and study there but that's something i've put aside now..)

Even to this day, Papa would occasionally serve us some dishes with hints of Japanese and I do love the packed mixes and other ingredients that some relatives would send us from there. (EDIT: i wonder where the packages are now.. hehe it's just about Christmas time.. hehehe.. )

The whole idea of packed lunches is just one of those things that make me spring off my bed when the time is just right. Preparing the meals is just as fun as munching on them and sharing it to people who feel the same fulfillment at having partaken the meal make it just more than worth the hassle of waking up early to get busy and all in the kitchen!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

im still here

I saw you yesterday
But you didn't notice
And you just walked away


Thursday, October 15, 2009

dare u to move

Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
The tension is here


Wednesday, July 15, 2009

i fear

something doesnt feel right today...i worry. i fear.
i am afraid. the oldest premonitions seem to be creeping in again.
they are there. but not yet.
i want to show that i trust, and yet i continue to fear.
i want to show that i am brave, but i am dwindling.
i want to say these words but i am keeping them from being said.
there is something that i want. i am telling myself it is impossible.
i fear. of rejection. of humiliation. of pain.
if only u cud see me. read me. feel me.
what i want is with u. and i cud only have dat if u wud give it me.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Keane - Somewhere Only We Know

One of my favorite English piano rock bands of all time :D

"Contrary to popular belief, this song is most likely not about lovers. Tim Rice-Oxley has said that the ‘somewhere only we know’ can be a great variety of things, and when writing the song, left it to be ambiguous, though he has thought of it as a sort of escape, such as a good memory or a favorite place." - LastFM

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

me, freckish? freckishtian? what freckish?

what freckish?


i actually don't know the words!!

my, what do they mean??????

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

snob k ba tlga or below see level lng ako?

ano yun? anung see level? sea level? ahhh w8 let me think oh! uhmm teka nga! anu ba kc pnagsasabi mo? kung suplado ang tinatanung mo eh. marami nga nagsabi sakin nun! marami as whole world! even though i disagree. kc nmn pg sanabi na suplado means hindi nagreact pg kinausap, eh hindi nmn nila ako kinakausap! tiningnan lng nmn nila ako! anu suplado dun???????

hmmm... may personality di ba?

in fairness, likeable kasi sensible.

tahimik xa pero malaman magsalita.

(me: super react k nmn jan, kaya nga nagtatanong ako kase hindi ko po alam), hehe

ang mga stat nya, deep and heavy with meaning. Once, there was one na tunog Machiavelli.... it reminded me of those days when i used to read The Prince, The Art of War similar books. di malayo n nagbasa xa nun, but i doubt that we'll be discussing ;) he did not answer my last question eh... hehe.

marami pa xang sinabi, at dagdag pa, much better daw if i don't understand. but,
--wat f i understand? (well, maybe i don't but a part of me feels im getting the sense of it
or maybe, im just curious. if not, simply remembering my own super suplada days and ways.)

basta, mtagal-tagal n din akong hnd nkka encounter ng ganito. for one, na appreciate ko na sinagot nya at least yung tanong ko.

the only trouble is that kung hindi xa suplado, "below see level" nga ako.....haay, nga naman.


suplado, is a tagalog word which means, a male individual who is conceited, and who acts like he has his own world. a snob, sometimes, arrogant, rude, and the likes of it. suplada connotes athe oppostie sex.-marciligci

>>i don't think he's really conceited, "acts like he has his own world" cguro a bit, hehe...

suplado - ( snobbing; snob ) its an attitude of a guy not to give attention to someone who is wanting one. suplada is for female...- demon_hunter_illidan

Monday, April 27, 2009

right, write.

Write from the heart.

--yeah, right.

...i'm just a bit too sad
to write a good ad tonight,

let it pass,

Thursday, April 23, 2009

"left" is right after all ;D

There are choices that sometimes makes us feel regret but as rays of enlightenment touch the deep trenches of the dipsy-do trails of the human brain, we reach, with a big grateful heart, the conviction that it was just the right decision made and that there is no reason to be sad at all, but what is there is a rational idea that must be celebrated through and through for taking the courage of letting things take their natural order. :D

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Friday, April 17, 2009

How to Sharpen a Pointless Pencil

Life is a tabula rasa, a blank sheet according to John Locke. Now, the pencil, which impresses its being on the tab, is only sharpened every till after it becomes dull or pointless, after by all means getting exhausted, wood and lead, and the sharpening is always a painful, purging experience. It need lose a lot of itself in order to gain the sharpness it desires. In the words of a forgotten poet, “[it] has to bleed, to purge, the dreams and the words, which in the humdrum of inexperience are being deliberated whether to be pursued and sustained or, be detested and deleted yet fittingly are disposed again on the deck to draw upon in time.” Tonight, a pointless pencil is sad and hurting because it can feel the blades of the sharpener cutting through it with every shedding.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

:D writing :D sur la fin


sur la fin

Quotes Fr Joseph's Easter Sunday message to the Catechumens:

"You cannot promise
not to hurt each other again,
but you can always promise,
never to walk away
even when it's hurting."

Tuesday, April 07, 2009


A lot of things have changed since then…

My thoughts, my views, my feelings towards some persons… i used to think it will be hard to move along but now i know, everything comes easy… and there is nothing i really remember doing, i just believe that all is as God has planned.

the idea of second encounters, or chances, continue to tickle my inner senses, but not as much as the thrill i feel in my heart as i face my everyday and meet new people. i am never the same.

i do not see peter pan fluttering through my windows anytime soon but my mind waits forever.

yet, as the spring and summer come again, little hopes and this little faith are all that i have to start the seasons afresh.

ah, these words, they still lack the strength of my imagination, as i feel like my writing has gone down the drain, away to there where my insights could not penetrate. away to there where my insights could not penetrate.

.by God's grace, YES!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

My First Love

My First Love

i have forgotten about what it is to write….. to catch that in-between the silence and the heart’s beating…and g0 about that divide which separates shadow from the ground…. my first love.
and so i write, répondez s’il vous plaît.
~ by innocentthing on 3 November 2008. Tagged: ,

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

My Facebook Personality Color

My Facebook Personality Color :
3919_profile Melon

You are a very shy person. But you are also very compassionate and kind. You love to help other people, and you are very selfless. If someone is hurt, you are always the first one to help even if you don't know them. However, you are very timid, so you don't have many friends. If you want to be someone's friend, tell them. Trust me, they want to be your friend too. Your motto: "Others before me."

Hmm... Quite true.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Halo-Halo: The world in a parfait

I attended a writing workshop today. This is my first ad copy. (Editor: Ms Tabby)

It won me chocolate and cookies, and got me spending for dinner with mommy and daddy :-)
Makes me happy :D :D :D

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Let Me Write IT.

I've been told a number of times....


My language is English and not American.

My vocabulary is elitist.

Ang aking irog ay Tagalog; mon intelligence en Français; an sakong kalag, Bicol.
(My love is Tagalog; my intellect, in French; my soul, Bicol)

I never claimed to be the best; only that I can write.

To create and communicate.

REPONSE, s'il vous plaît

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Ex Animo

AUGUST 15, 2005

out in the wild
it stood before me
tall and pleasant
i came to it
i seem to know right then
it is it
the door swung open

August 15, 2005 in From The Love Bear's Heart [Ex Animo]

Saying "NO" to the Wind in the Desert

Its been years since i last saw him. that guy. but maybe it is better this way. staying a world apart. what I used to think I understand, I now realize I don’t. but what I didn’t, i now do.

Sometimes myopic eyes only see a mirage. one moment can be like an entire life, and one person mean a whole world.

But as you pass over the desert, you will find yourself educated. You begin to walk willfully according to the map laid before you by the lord and not according to the wind’s blows. And of these I am sure:

The sun can burn the skin at midday, but a cloud is sure to hover above to protect the sojourner. At night, when all that’s in sight is the all-encompassing sky almost undivided by only a subtle line of gradually fading colors from the vast and seemingly infinite mass of sand, it should feel cold, but by recollection of the fire in the heart of him who is waiting, the pilgrim can never die of the chill.

While beneath the open skies, I did once dream of that life you are living now, I know that as you turn to your bed to sleep every time, you pray to live the life I have. Know then, that I continue to pray for your happiness, if it be the only thing I can do for you as our years come away everyday.

you have to say no to a lot of other things.

........i'm just another writer still trapped within my truth........

i have forgotten about what it is to write...
to catch that in-between the silence and the heart’s beating…
and go about that divide which separates shadow from the ground…
Writing, my first love!
and so, i write. répondez s’il vous plaît.

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