IF I FIND YOU SUBMERGED IN MY INTROSPECTION, IT'S BECAUSE I AM ONE WHO OVERFLOWS WITH IT. MY EXISTENCE IS CAPTIONED BY THIS PREDICAMENT OF A LIFE LARGER THAN THE MARGINS PLACED AROUND ITS EDGES.
MY BITTERSWEET STATEMENTS IN SUPPORT OF THE FREEDOM TO EXPRESS..
I sneer at people who can throw invectives at others without knowing where they are insufficient... Those who rage in anger over things they never understood - like how two strangers connect without spending time to talk..Or why it seemed like they have known each other before?... In the paradigm of sacrifice, I am the one that always needed something to believe in, in all the aspects of my life. To live, to protect my children, to love and fight for others and everything that matters to my existence. I learned, slowly, in the length of time too stretched and far away that hope the same as love is the simplest of word we can think of and give. And ironically, the hardest to get in this world where deceit and betrayal can sometimes disguise themselves as over-bearing. The purity of heart will always remain the wall that shields us. It's certitude.
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♥ON THE SWIFT PASSING OF TIME...♥
Youth is fleeing, temporary. In this life, family & friendships are like the air that I breathe. I feel if you let go of those, just like your youth, everythin will be BLAH. We should keep them - like how you imagine a child holding tightly a lollipop in his hand..
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An old soul, so said by a palm reader. One blink of my eyes would mean a thousand ideas conceived and processed... Do you know what constitutes the basic idea of being a woman of substance? When intelligent conversation matters more than sex itself.. I am starting to patronize that...How many reincarnations ive transcended? Caffeine-freak. Walk into my skin... Soulful.Ethereal.
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12.17.2005
THE SADNESS THAT BESETS HIM

THE SADNESS THAT BESETS HIM.



















Sometime this year, a friend of mine to whom I dedicated my 2 postings here in my blog is publishing a book he titled The Sad Man. I did not stop to think why he chose that title as I am certain that those 3 words completely describes the totality of his life as I knew him.

He gave me the honor of writing a part of his book's prologue, which took me a month to finish and finally, I am done. I did it in the middle of incessant sleepless days (I work at night), a kind of transgression in my normal nocturnal life.

Everything I will do for a friend.
How much can I write to conjure away the sadness that besets him?
This sadness in his heart brought by the forgotten dreams of other people...

I told him I am excited to tell the world the things I have written in my mind all these years about him. How I came to know one distinct friend - the hurting and wonderful things he was, his journeys that I missed, his life I could no longer embrace and his friendship coexisting with my life wherever it treads. It requires a great deal of passion to be able to keep up with something you do not see because of time and distance but because of faith, you become oblivious to the magic of believing. This I learned from him to the core.

I just need to find my heart to feel that magic. I'll write to reciprocate my passion and will give him back the inspiration he surrounds my life with from the time when life was so simple. And it matters most that our friendship is each other's strength.

Thank you, Ronald. Everytime I lose my faith, I feel your soul in my heart telling me in whispers to believe. I guess that stays until we grow old. :)

P.S. ..
And you know what? I came across Sting's old song "Shape of My Heart" which was used in Jean Reno's 1994 movie "Leon- The Professional." Read through the lines, I dedicate this to your soul:

SHAPE OF MY HEART

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance.

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart.

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades.

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost.
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