TAKING A GLANCE TO THE PAST
I know that many of you have stumbled on surveys that ask you a bunch of questions that yield results on just about anything ranging from your personality, your real age, to "what color are you?" ummm... say that again?
Well I chanced upon this survey that asks you a bunch of questions that makes you draw a comparison between who you are today and the ghost that was you 5 years ago. Lemme see how that went.
Freedom was something I desperately wanted. Today, "what was that I wanted... oh freedom? Define freedom." The definition of freedom 5 years ago is something that I now enjoy, except that I don't know what to do with it. Or maybe I just don't know how or what to do with it.
Amassing wealth is one thing. Enjoying every penny is another thing. Spending 30K on an iPhone will make me happy, seriously... for a month or so... and then I'd kick myself around town for spending a fortune on a device that makes calls, sends SMS, plays music, and can surf the internet. Steve Jobs would tell me it is the best buy and a must grab. Good that it comes 2008 still so I have yet to see whether wealth buys happiness. Y'all can debate over that one.
Friendships aplenty. People come and go. Even the best of friends go astray for the worst of reasons. And more often than not, only one thing causes it. And it's not a common object of affection contrary to common belief. But I'm not saying either that it can't happen. They say the poorest man is one who has no friends. Did my wish come true? More importantly, was I insane to wish such? Perhaps, coz it felt like Bill Gates suddenly went beggin' n d streets. Few close friends than a zillion acquaintances, definitely.
Healthwise... never been better. I never imagine I could grow fat with the metabolism I have. Double-decked quarterpounder with cheese, upsized fries and drink-all-you-can soda... buuurrrRRRp! Guess what, I'm doing sit-ups and crunches and sidebends to lose 'em love handles.
And one last thing, this place is getting smaller that it is choking me. I'd like to be an escape artist someday. One that pulls just one but legendary act. Awe inspiring isn't it!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
PUEDO ESCRIBIR
Pablo Neruda
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo: 'La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.'
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.
En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.
Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.
Oir la noche inmensa, más inmnesa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.
Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guadarla.
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.
Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.
La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.
De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.
Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.
Pablo Neruda
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo: 'La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.'
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.
En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.
Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.
Oir la noche inmensa, más inmnesa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.
Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guadarla.
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.
Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.
La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.
De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.
Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
TO DROP SOMETHING FRAGILE WITHOUT BREAKING IT
One thing I've come to embrace is that anything that causes worry, headache, pain, suffering et al takes too much resources both time, effort, money and emotion. And in this world where these resources are scarce, it is but right to live life knowing that not all things are worth it. Not all things can be solved in time or none at all even. Genuine people do things genuinely without plan to test others patience or to see a glimpse of how someone would react. Sorry, I do not share the optimists view of a world full of "tests" and "challenges" that are done with good purpose. I just am a WYSIWYG person.
So I'd say goodbye to all these negativities, to just DROP it, to cut the drama, to quit the needless conversations that pass through the left into the right ('coz everyone seems to care only of good news), to push away those that can't value respect, friendship and "the years". To err is human and yes, friends are like wine. But it is noteworthy that though how aged a bottle of wine is, if it is left open, it rots like hell worst than vinegar. It doesn't take a wine connoisseur to know that. Life's too precious at this moment to chase things that keep running. I have a life too ahead of me and I know others won't stop to aid me along the way. Let's live life without bitterness, 'coz we all had our chances. And seldom do we all get the privilege of second chances. A third would be a stroke of luck.
One thing I've come to embrace is that anything that causes worry, headache, pain, suffering et al takes too much resources both time, effort, money and emotion. And in this world where these resources are scarce, it is but right to live life knowing that not all things are worth it. Not all things can be solved in time or none at all even. Genuine people do things genuinely without plan to test others patience or to see a glimpse of how someone would react. Sorry, I do not share the optimists view of a world full of "tests" and "challenges" that are done with good purpose. I just am a WYSIWYG person.
So I'd say goodbye to all these negativities, to just DROP it, to cut the drama, to quit the needless conversations that pass through the left into the right ('coz everyone seems to care only of good news), to push away those that can't value respect, friendship and "the years". To err is human and yes, friends are like wine. But it is noteworthy that though how aged a bottle of wine is, if it is left open, it rots like hell worst than vinegar. It doesn't take a wine connoisseur to know that. Life's too precious at this moment to chase things that keep running. I have a life too ahead of me and I know others won't stop to aid me along the way. Let's live life without bitterness, 'coz we all had our chances. And seldom do we all get the privilege of second chances. A third would be a stroke of luck.