early this afternoon, nosh and i went to glorietta (after my shift) to 'search' for a gift for my sister, whose birthday we celebrated yesterday. we went around for hours and hours but failed to 'secure' one before we felt the need to nourish our ourselves. and since we cannot seem to decide on what to eat, we went to the one place that offer variety...subway.
subway actually refers to an underground path but this subway is a haven for those who seeks the freedom to satiate their craving. as we walked in, we cannot help but feel that it is like walking into your own pantry - with only the best, freshest ingredients to make one hell of a good sandwich.
nosh picked the tuna sandwich while i devoured a steak and cheese sandwich. aside from the many fillings you can choose from, you also have the option to put them all in either italian, wheat, honey oats and parmesan oregano bread.
the tuna sandwich makes for a very light and healthy meal (despite it being served on a six-inch bread). nosh opted to have all the veggies (except jalapenos) and a drizzle of vinegrette. i took a bite and knew right on that she made an excellent choice.
i, on the other hand, am a true 'carnivore' by heart...so i went for the steak. i asked the sandwich guy to put only onions, tomatoes, pickles and (a lot) of jalapenos on the loaf. it was a treat for my palate! that particular sandwich goes well with barbecue sauce (in case anyone of you wanted to try). by the time i was done eating, i was perspiring and felt like i just gave all my taste buds a death sentence.
despite this, i didn't feel queasy at all - i was happy with what i ate and i can't wait to get myself a sub again.
persian delight
nosh and i are at zaitoon right now. the surprising thing about my neighborhood is that it is a melting pot. the number of foreign nationals here increases every...i don't know...nanosecond.
zaitoon is a persian restaurant that sits comfortably right in the middle of leveriza street. we have always wanted to try their food but only found the time to do it tonight.
the restaurant offers a number of surprises: one, the kebab is really, really great. i actually think 'great' is an understatement. we just finished eating a wonderful dish which consist of heaping plate of jasmine rice, grilled tomatoes, hummus and beef/lamb kebab. two, the serving is so hefty that two people can share it...or you can choose to eat it alone if you are really famished. three, the staff is really nice - they are quick to attend to their customers' need and they know what each dish has in store for your curious palate. four, it's a cozy place - and with cozy i mean you get to nosh on your dinner peacefully without anybody attempting to bother you. being here transports you a different place - they have persian programs on the television. at first, the interior might confuse you as it calls to mind an amalgamation of old english, asian, industrial, fast-food set-up, but the authenticity of the persian atmosphere start to foam as mid-eastern patrons come in. fifth, according to nosh, if you are looking for a quick fix to alleviate your persian craving without having to spend so much, then zaitoon is the place you go to, however, if you want to try champion persian food, we suggest that you visit hossein's - they have three branches in metro manila (trinoma, makati avenue and serendra). lastly, i get free wi-fi ehehe.
we are having such a great time tonight and we are sure to come back here to taste the other dishes. one of the best things about zaitoon is that it's only about five minutes away from where i live.
i feel soooo full as i type this. i resolved to write on my blog because i can't seem to update my facebook shoutout.
i feel stuffed i bet i can be served for a thanksgiving dinner with cranberry sauce (that is if you are looking for a substitute for turkey) ahaha.
zaitoon is a persian restaurant that sits comfortably right in the middle of leveriza street. we have always wanted to try their food but only found the time to do it tonight.
the restaurant offers a number of surprises: one, the kebab is really, really great. i actually think 'great' is an understatement. we just finished eating a wonderful dish which consist of heaping plate of jasmine rice, grilled tomatoes, hummus and beef/lamb kebab. two, the serving is so hefty that two people can share it...or you can choose to eat it alone if you are really famished. three, the staff is really nice - they are quick to attend to their customers' need and they know what each dish has in store for your curious palate. four, it's a cozy place - and with cozy i mean you get to nosh on your dinner peacefully without anybody attempting to bother you. being here transports you a different place - they have persian programs on the television. at first, the interior might confuse you as it calls to mind an amalgamation of old english, asian, industrial, fast-food set-up, but the authenticity of the persian atmosphere start to foam as mid-eastern patrons come in. fifth, according to nosh, if you are looking for a quick fix to alleviate your persian craving without having to spend so much, then zaitoon is the place you go to, however, if you want to try champion persian food, we suggest that you visit hossein's - they have three branches in metro manila (trinoma, makati avenue and serendra). lastly, i get free wi-fi ehehe.
we are having such a great time tonight and we are sure to come back here to taste the other dishes. one of the best things about zaitoon is that it's only about five minutes away from where i live.
i feel soooo full as i type this. i resolved to write on my blog because i can't seem to update my facebook shoutout.
i feel stuffed i bet i can be served for a thanksgiving dinner with cranberry sauce (that is if you are looking for a substitute for turkey) ahaha.
my journey home
I am exhausted of the long journey home, but I will endure anything for you, beloved. I will patiently walk upon rubbles and stones, defeating time, and never letting it defeat me. I sometimes wonder – how long can I sustain this? How long can I last?
Each and every time I am trapped in that reminiscence, I remember your face, and I know that my capacity to withstand what we are bound to go through is not even a question.
I know that it is your love that has kept me, that has held me all these months. It is your light that lifts my soul from darkness, it is your laughter that cures me of my worries. My nights are not barren because I have you to dream about. My days mean so much now because I look forward to seeing your face and touching your skin again.
There are so many things in this life that I know I was able to overcome because you are there to fortify my belief – that something brighter, that something bigger awaits me. That all the sacrifices and all the things I have given and you have offered will fulfill its reason.
My journey home means walking on rubbles and stones, it means scarring my feet, it also means getting closer to my reason, to my happiness, to my life.
My journey home means finding the good in things. It means letting go of my imperfection and accepting that there are things that I cannot change. It means following the path of the one who means the world to me.
written may 21, 2008
consumed | poem eighteen
rekindling the fire
that ceased in
the quiet,
reminiscing my
emptied hands
discolored by
the fallen yearning
to hold you
and enfold you
inside my
sapphire light.
that ceased in
the quiet,
reminiscing my
emptied hands
discolored by
the fallen yearning
to hold you
and enfold you
inside my
sapphire light.
consumed | poem seventeen
the dissonance of
an improbable
delight
without feeling
or realizing the
twisted blackness
that race to
the halted speech
of my soul,
the broken language
of my heart.
an improbable
delight
without feeling
or realizing the
twisted blackness
that race to
the halted speech
of my soul,
the broken language
of my heart.
consumed | poem sixteen
the moments take and
hide you in vain
with my hands seizing
the implausible
smoke and water of
your soul
carrying the
dusts of an abiding
sunlight
to arrive and to leave
a place
bare of recollection.
hide you in vain
with my hands seizing
the implausible
smoke and water of
your soul
carrying the
dusts of an abiding
sunlight
to arrive and to leave
a place
bare of recollection.
consumed | poem fifteen
the fragrant path
that lead to you
as the autumn
ascends and burns
my desire, parches
my thirst
to find that
which is beyond
forgetting.
that lead to you
as the autumn
ascends and burns
my desire, parches
my thirst
to find that
which is beyond
forgetting.
consumed | poem fourteen
the tainted flavor
of your mouth
like a temporary
sun,
like an imaginary
flight to the
undying laughter
of lilies
bring me to the
surface of your
honey-colored skin.
of your mouth
like a temporary
sun,
like an imaginary
flight to the
undying laughter
of lilies
bring me to the
surface of your
honey-colored skin.
consumed | poem thirteen
of parted embraces
then parched flesh
the moment
shackles me as it
circles through
the dead prism
of water,
the intimate
farewell of
lovers whose
sanctity and ignorance
are lost
in the night
that defeated
their senses.
then parched flesh
the moment
shackles me as it
circles through
the dead prism
of water,
the intimate
farewell of
lovers whose
sanctity and ignorance
are lost
in the night
that defeated
their senses.
comsumed | poem twelve
above,
the mad, wretched
sky
spins and stops
to nothing but
that which
lies
below
the pendulum of
time
found in my
afflicted blood.
the mad, wretched
sky
spins and stops
to nothing but
that which
lies
below
the pendulum of
time
found in my
afflicted blood.
consumed | poem eleven
stone, silent,
clock ticking
immobile breathing,
stationary vision,
expected disaster,
arrested wreckage
of a cloud broken down
to fragments and
pieces of memory
floating in the
receding shores
of nothingness.
clock ticking
immobile breathing,
stationary vision,
expected disaster,
arrested wreckage
of a cloud broken down
to fragments and
pieces of memory
floating in the
receding shores
of nothingness.
consumed | poem ten
the tattered string,
the forsaken night
and the trembling
staccato of
ten thousand winters
that take me
to your altar,
abandoning all
understanding
of sorrow,
only to
levitate toward
a harder
mistake.
the forsaken night
and the trembling
staccato of
ten thousand winters
that take me
to your altar,
abandoning all
understanding
of sorrow,
only to
levitate toward
a harder
mistake.
endure
Last weekend, I spoke with one of my agents. He was asking for a change in schedule this Sunday as his parents are celebrating their 35th anniversary and will be renewing their vows.
I wanted to write something about it, I even placed a reminder on my datebook, but during my recent off, I did nothing but ‘try’ to write poems (the result? One sonnet. Not bad I suppose) and watch Ally McBeal. I think I am making the huge mistake of going over the series too fast – I know I will miss it when it all ends. I mean they have stopped airing the episodes maybe 6 or 7 years ago…just that it (Ally McBeal) really has always been one of my favorite shows.
During my two-day hiatus, I spent a good part of it in my bed. I ate in my bed, watched the TV lying on my bed, and when I got tired of watching and eating, I slept. That’s something that has not really happened in a while. I felt like a snail. But of course it is an entirely different thing if you will ask me to talk about what it is like to be given a shot of Benadryl on both arms (two weeks apart – last September, I was taken to the hospital twice, all because a sneaky little bed bug bit me which resulted to hives that made me look like I gained 5 pounds).
The last time I had a severe allergy attack, I did not bother to take Benadryl in capsule form, because it really won’t do a lot of good. So I went straight to the hospital and kept chanting: ‘Please give me a shot. Please give me MY shot.’ Ultimately, the nurse in the emergency room did, and before she stuck the needle in my arm she said: ‘I am sorry.’ I am unsure as to what that was for, maybe she was saying sorry because the fluid is a little dense and that means it would hurt (a lot) when I get the shot. Anyway, I did not bother to say anything back, and I just smiled at her as she gave me my personal version of Prozac. It made me happy, and I dozed off in less than five minutes. And felt more like a sloth in the hours that followed.
Anyway, going back to my agent’s parents. Something struck me. The idea of being with another person for no less than thirty-five years is a feat in itself – it’s the reality – there are bumps in the roads ahead and these roads actually fork…so to find the same person standing right there beside you…someone who actually wants to renew the vow of love with you…that is something.
The idea sort of made my romantic muscle flex involuntarily. There is something so…help me…I am trying to look for the best word to describe what it makes me feel…there is something just so bittersweet about it. And I mean it in a good way.
As I was saying, marriage does not guarantee anything. And I admire all those who do it for no other reason but love. This is just my opinion, by the way, but I don’t think anyone should marry for any other reason. It should always mean something more than signing above your name on a sheet of paper…or having the wedding of your dreams…or having a motif that’s in the season.
Again, there are bumps on the road and the same freakin road has forks. And you have to remember that when you commit your lifetime to another person, you will not be making the decisions all by yourself or for yourself alone. You have to take that person with you each and everytime you move forward. I think at one point I have written about this – that I don’t believe compatibility should be a requirement before you enter into a lifelong commitment. At least not an absolute compatibility. Because as you grow older, your views change, you (supposedly) mature, your outlook in life changes. Seasons change, so do people.
I have forgotten the title of the book and the guy who wrote it (which is odd – I have always thought of myself as an elephant, because of my good memory), well maybe I can get an exception today – the names escape me as of this moment. Basically, he said that ‘Compatibility is not a precondition for love. It is an achievement of love.’ And I resonate him. I don’t think that could have been said any other way.
To stay together, to stay with one person despite the occasional storms, despite the occasional verbal battles, to want to stay with that person because you feel the need to be there when the dust has settled, because you just love her so much, because you know you would rather brave the arguments than walk away…now that is the best part of loving.
Marriage does not guarantee happiness. However, it does guarantee there would always be someone there to fight with (ahaha). Most importantly, if you both are eager to make things work, it guarantees no loss. For how can you lose when you gain another person’s unconditional care and love to the extent that the same person lives inside of you and you within her?
I wanted to write something about it, I even placed a reminder on my datebook, but during my recent off, I did nothing but ‘try’ to write poems (the result? One sonnet. Not bad I suppose) and watch Ally McBeal. I think I am making the huge mistake of going over the series too fast – I know I will miss it when it all ends. I mean they have stopped airing the episodes maybe 6 or 7 years ago…just that it (Ally McBeal) really has always been one of my favorite shows.
During my two-day hiatus, I spent a good part of it in my bed. I ate in my bed, watched the TV lying on my bed, and when I got tired of watching and eating, I slept. That’s something that has not really happened in a while. I felt like a snail. But of course it is an entirely different thing if you will ask me to talk about what it is like to be given a shot of Benadryl on both arms (two weeks apart – last September, I was taken to the hospital twice, all because a sneaky little bed bug bit me which resulted to hives that made me look like I gained 5 pounds).
The last time I had a severe allergy attack, I did not bother to take Benadryl in capsule form, because it really won’t do a lot of good. So I went straight to the hospital and kept chanting: ‘Please give me a shot. Please give me MY shot.’ Ultimately, the nurse in the emergency room did, and before she stuck the needle in my arm she said: ‘I am sorry.’ I am unsure as to what that was for, maybe she was saying sorry because the fluid is a little dense and that means it would hurt (a lot) when I get the shot. Anyway, I did not bother to say anything back, and I just smiled at her as she gave me my personal version of Prozac. It made me happy, and I dozed off in less than five minutes. And felt more like a sloth in the hours that followed.
Anyway, going back to my agent’s parents. Something struck me. The idea of being with another person for no less than thirty-five years is a feat in itself – it’s the reality – there are bumps in the roads ahead and these roads actually fork…so to find the same person standing right there beside you…someone who actually wants to renew the vow of love with you…that is something.
The idea sort of made my romantic muscle flex involuntarily. There is something so…help me…I am trying to look for the best word to describe what it makes me feel…there is something just so bittersweet about it. And I mean it in a good way.
As I was saying, marriage does not guarantee anything. And I admire all those who do it for no other reason but love. This is just my opinion, by the way, but I don’t think anyone should marry for any other reason. It should always mean something more than signing above your name on a sheet of paper…or having the wedding of your dreams…or having a motif that’s in the season.
Again, there are bumps on the road and the same freakin road has forks. And you have to remember that when you commit your lifetime to another person, you will not be making the decisions all by yourself or for yourself alone. You have to take that person with you each and everytime you move forward. I think at one point I have written about this – that I don’t believe compatibility should be a requirement before you enter into a lifelong commitment. At least not an absolute compatibility. Because as you grow older, your views change, you (supposedly) mature, your outlook in life changes. Seasons change, so do people.
I have forgotten the title of the book and the guy who wrote it (which is odd – I have always thought of myself as an elephant, because of my good memory), well maybe I can get an exception today – the names escape me as of this moment. Basically, he said that ‘Compatibility is not a precondition for love. It is an achievement of love.’ And I resonate him. I don’t think that could have been said any other way.
To stay together, to stay with one person despite the occasional storms, despite the occasional verbal battles, to want to stay with that person because you feel the need to be there when the dust has settled, because you just love her so much, because you know you would rather brave the arguments than walk away…now that is the best part of loving.
To endure these things despite of the disagreements, to want to crawl back to her arms after each falling-out, to want to say sorry and mean it, to say ‘I love you’ and get a twinge in your heart each time you utter it because the feeling is just too real…these are what makes love the best elixir and poison.
Marriage does not guarantee happiness. However, it does guarantee there would always be someone there to fight with (ahaha). Most importantly, if you both are eager to make things work, it guarantees no loss. For how can you lose when you gain another person’s unconditional care and love to the extent that the same person lives inside of you and you within her?
consumed | poem nine
the scarlet luster
of your voice,
like a shot of espresso
from a dream
i am taken and
imprisoned to
an impossible
yearning to hear
you, with your
mouth a few
ages away from
my ears.
of your voice,
like a shot of espresso
from a dream
i am taken and
imprisoned to
an impossible
yearning to hear
you, with your
mouth a few
ages away from
my ears.
consumed | poem eight
fulfilling the
crystalline infinities,
life clasps and
cages my
wings but
never forgets
nor extinguishes
the chaos
i am
born
with.
crystalline infinities,
life clasps and
cages my
wings but
never forgets
nor extinguishes
the chaos
i am
born
with.
consumed | poem seven
the flimsy,
flailing,
banquet of
movements
unnecessary
dreams and
idle fantasies
humming in
the humdrum
disregard
to careless
desires.
flailing,
banquet of
movements
unnecessary
dreams and
idle fantasies
humming in
the humdrum
disregard
to careless
desires.
consumed | poem six
melancholy and
misbehavior
mistaken and
misunderstood
mindless,
ceaseless
pathetic
interpretation
and
indulgent
surrender
to the
design
of truth, and
its lies.
misbehavior
mistaken and
misunderstood
mindless,
ceaseless
pathetic
interpretation
and
indulgent
surrender
to the
design
of truth, and
its lies.
consumed | poem five
of misgivings and
faded mistakes
the distortion
continues and
blossom,
confusing and
unearthing
my lost and
fallen kingdom
of inertia.
faded mistakes
the distortion
continues and
blossom,
confusing and
unearthing
my lost and
fallen kingdom
of inertia.
consumed | poem one
pieces of a
lifetime
scattered and
taken by the
wind of your
name
to a land with
cloaked darkness
and emptied
embraces
all leading to
years of
uncertainty.
lifetime
scattered and
taken by the
wind of your
name
to a land with
cloaked darkness
and emptied
embraces
all leading to
years of
uncertainty.
ignite
my breath sinks
outside as
your pale hands
ignite the
fire
thousands
harvesting desire
allowing patience
to fill
the windows of
unending space
time dissolves
as you would
a rose in
sunlight
…to much sun
parches the
heart made of
nothing.
outside as
your pale hands
ignite the
fire
thousands
harvesting desire
allowing patience
to fill
the windows of
unending space
time dissolves
as you would
a rose in
sunlight
…to much sun
parches the
heart made of
nothing.
in the shadows
the image of
parting flesh and
wounded breathing
to rise above and
fall beyond
the impervious dissonance
of your moon
and my sigh,
the unborn
lightness of a
heart heavy with
fire, consumed
by desire
heedlessly wanting
the waning
sound of your
nails scratching
my back
and leaving
my skin with
marks of your
impenetrable
and ragged
embrace.
parting flesh and
wounded breathing
to rise above and
fall beyond
the impervious dissonance
of your moon
and my sigh,
the unborn
lightness of a
heart heavy with
fire, consumed
by desire
heedlessly wanting
the waning
sound of your
nails scratching
my back
and leaving
my skin with
marks of your
impenetrable
and ragged
embrace.
believe
that among the ruins
of the heavy rain
comes the absence
of pain
that in the midst
of disgrace and
misunderstood notions
of peace
i stand to hold
your hand and
with unswerving
faith to embrace
the mirrors of
your broken
soul
enkindling
what before
was unknown,
what before was
not.
of the heavy rain
comes the absence
of pain
that in the midst
of disgrace and
misunderstood notions
of peace
i stand to hold
your hand and
with unswerving
faith to embrace
the mirrors of
your broken
soul
enkindling
what before
was unknown,
what before was
not.
lastly
my memory of us
circles around
the edges of delight,
it thrives within
the ember of desire,
the ragged embrace
of stratus,
the seething
fire of the winds,
the swirling
rhythm of your
breath,
lastly,
the unattained
symphony of
your words.
circles around
the edges of delight,
it thrives within
the ember of desire,
the ragged embrace
of stratus,
the seething
fire of the winds,
the swirling
rhythm of your
breath,
lastly,
the unattained
symphony of
your words.
unattained
in the tangled mist
of your forgotten
remembering
the cobwebs
unravel in the
unforeseen darkness
of your smile,
of the massive
emptiness of your
gaze,
the shadows
arresting the
apathy between us,
arriving to a bitter
conclusion
of truths and things
passed
breaking and
bending
the memory
of that which
never was.
of your forgotten
remembering
the cobwebs
unravel in the
unforeseen darkness
of your smile,
of the massive
emptiness of your
gaze,
the shadows
arresting the
apathy between us,
arriving to a bitter
conclusion
of truths and things
passed
breaking and
bending
the memory
of that which
never was.
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