Friday, September 21, 2007
a poem by Ophelia Dimalanta

it is perhaps because
one way or the other
we keep this distance
closeness will tug us apart
in many directions
in absolute din
how we love the same
trivial pursuits and
insignificant gewgaws
spoken or inert
claw at the same straws
pore over the same jigsaws
trying to make heads or tails
you take the edges
i take the center
keeping fancy guard
loving beyond what is there
you sling at stars
i bedeck the weeds
straining in song or
profanities towards some
fabled meeting apart
from what dreams read
and suns dismantle
we have been all the hapless
lovers in this wayward world
in almost all kinds of ways
except we never really meet
but for this kind of burning



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Friday, December 23, 2005
he's back!

 

                         

              The  Late Show with David Letterman

                    starting Monday, December 26 on Jack TV

woohoo!!!


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Sunday, November 20, 2005
Maksim

                                    

Viva Concerts presents MAKSIM... LIVE IN MANILA at the PICC Plenary Hall on December 16, 2005 8:00 pm.

(note to self: file for VL)




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Thursday, November 03, 2005
STD

I can’t remember why we fell apart
From something that was so meant to be, yeah
Forever was the promise in our hearts
Now, more and more I wonder where you are
[chorus]
Do I ever cross your mind, anytime
Do you ever wake up reaching out for me
Do I ever cross your mind anytime
I miss you
Still have your picture in a frame
Hear your footsteps down the hall
I swear I hear your voice, driving me insane
How I wish that you would call
To say
Chorus
I miss you
I miss you
(no more) loneliness and heartache
(no more) crying myself to sleep
(don’t want no more) wondering about tomorrow
Won’t you come back to me
Come back to me, oh
Chorus
Chorus
I miss you
I miss you
I miss you


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Thursday, June 23, 2005
2005 Finals MVP


Tim Duncan did it again!!! I'm soooooo proud!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                  

"He’s unusually quiet and unassuming for a superstar, doesn’t seek publicity, doesn’t have a nickname, doesn’t cause controversy and as a player, isn’t particularly flashy. Merely fundamentally sound in all aspects of the game." 

-MSNBC Special report: Most underappreciated athletes

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Saturday, June 11, 2005
congratulations!

                    
congratulations to my dearest Tim for winning the first (and second!) game in the finals.... woohoo!


                
congratulations to Shamice on his new little um, pussies. thank you for bringing Blasy into my life. thank you Shamice! thank yoooooo!!!!!
 

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Thursday, June 09, 2005
better days

"Silver gray hair neatly combed in place
There were four generations of love on her face
She was so wise, no surprise passed her eyes
She's seen it all
I was a child, oh, about three or four
All day I ask questions
At night I ask more
But whenever, she never, would ever turn me away
I'd say how can I be sure what is right or wrong
And why does what I want always take so long
Please tell me where does God live
And why won't He talk to me
I'd say Grandma what is love
Will I ever find out
Why are we so poor, what is life about
I wanna know the answers before I fall off to sleep
She saw the smile as she tucked me in
Then she pulled up that old rockin' chair once again
But tonight she was slightly, remarkably different somehow
Slowly she rocked looking half asleep
Grandma yawned as she stretched
Then she started to speak
What she told me, would mold me and hold me
Together inside
She said all the things you ask
You will know someday
But you have got to live in patient way
God put us here by fate
And by fate that means better days
She said, child we are all moons in the dark of night
Ain't no mornings gonna come till the time is right
Can't get no better days lest you make through the night
You gotta make through the night, yes you do
You can't get through no, better days
Unless you make it through the night (baby)
Oh, hoh, you will see those better days
But you gotta be patient
Be patient, oh baby, be patient
Later that year at the turn of spring
Heaven sent angels down and gave Grandma her wings
Now, she's flyin', and slidin' and glidin'
In better days
And although I'm all grown-up
I still get confused
I stumble through the dark
Getting bumped and bruised
When night gets in my way
I could still hear my Grandma say
I can hear her say..I can hear her sayin'
You can't get through no, better days
Unless you make it through the night (baby)
Oh hoh, you will see those better days
But you gotta be patient
Child, do you hear me, yeah
Well, well, well, well
You can't get to no, no better days
Unless you make it, you got to make it
You got to make it through the night
Oh Grandma, oh Grandma
Do you see me now, lady
Oh oh oh oh oh..."


this song reminds me of my lola. exactly a month ago she passed away. i wanted to write something in her honor and i wanted to share how it was like losing someone i love... but i guess im still too hurt to talk about it.  

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Friday, May 13, 2005
to my grandmother...


 

one of the few people whom i've truly loved in this life is gone. my dearest grandmother... wherever she is...
im sure it is a better place. though the pain of losing her may never go away.. i do hope she has finally found peace and eternal happiness...

she was my best friend... now she is my angel.


To you lola, wherever you are,

i hope you know how much you are loved..
i hope you have forgiven me..


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Saturday, April 30, 2005
Where Does The Time Go???

the eternal question of the confused mind.

who should i ask to get an answer?

early this morning i woke up somewhat drained and disoriented, stared blankly at a huge world map covering part of my bedroom wall and started feeling infinitely small. i think of how 'limited' life is. here i am wandering aimlessly in a very small piece of land known as Manila. i torment myself about stuff i probably wont even remember 20 years from now. i get thrilled, and sometimes hysterical, over things that would not even matter to me someday. i get angry. i become upset. depressed. frustrated. i fall in love. i learn to trust. i lose that trust. i learn to hate. and yet i laugh. i sing. i scream. i question my choices. but i continue to live.

in spite of it all, i am still human. temperamental and insensitive.

no less human than any person either struggling or celebrating life in this lonely planet.

and maybe..because i am only human.. i really dont have to know all the answers.

so i'll just sing:

"If I could have a pound for every moment I've spent worrying
On all the little things in life that frankly there's no hurrying
Then I would be a rich girl I wanna be a rich girl soon
But going at this rate I think that it might take
Till there's life on the moon...

Where does the time go? Does anyone know?"


Where Does The Time Go
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Saturday, April 02, 2005
Karol Wojtyla

                     
 i've never met him but when i think about Pope John Paul II, i am reminded of hope...
 today's news broke my hopeful heart.


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"If many remedies are prescribed for an illness, you may be certain that the illness has no cure."
 - A. P. Chekhov
The Cherry Orchard



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Wheat Field with Crows
(Auvers-sur-Oise, July 1890)

"Works of art are indeed always products of having been in danger, of having gone to the very end in an experience, to where man can go no further."
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- newest passion: pole dancing
- biggest weakness: inertia
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"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?"
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wHat KinD oF MoViE aM I?

Suspenseful Thriller
Nothing is simple. Especially you. Like your movie match, you've got lots of plot twists, and you'd like to keep it that way. That's right, you're no open book. Whether or not you actually lurk in the shadows, you do like to keep people in the dark sometimes. Mysterious and enigmatic, you keep people guessing. When they think they've got you figured out, you enjoy throwing a curve ball their way. Maybe it's the element of surprise that tickles your fancy. Perhaps it's the shock value. Or maybe you're just intensely private. In any case, you keep life intriguing and unpredictable.