eros the bittersweet

i am not going anywhere, mine

life begins and end with love, that i know. but i also know how different my life is – from the rest. my life begins in love and ends in a deeper understanding of how love is. that it encompasses all that which has happened and has been. it goes from a point of exhilaration to a point of a more subdued form of recognition – that love is something that we have to nurture and we have to work hard to sustain. also - that love drives people to insanity. but what a good source of craziness. i’d just have to say.

you and i have gone a long way, love. we have seen each other through the best and the worst. we bring out that best and the worst in each other. we have gone through the highs and lows and the ins and outs of being in a relationship. yet i sense tirelessness in us both. and i am just grateful that we are doing everything that we can to make everything work. i don’t see how anybody could want anything more.

i want to tell you, mine, that i clearly understand and i believe that it is the tears that lend us the glow of laughter. it is the shadows that teach us what light is. it is the hardships that make us realize that things are not meant to be taken lightly. it is pain that allows us a perspective of happiness – that it is something we all need to strive for. that happiness is not something that can be bought, it is something that needs to be achieved.

i would like to believe that we have caused each other more than just pain or doubt. let us not fail to look at the things that we both have worked so hard to get – we have caused each other hope and faith, the fortitude to stand through all this because we want to make everything last and because we want to be with each other.

that is all that matters to me. i have said this before, and let me say it again. if i am to be asked about what really counts – it is not the years, not the number seconds or days that we have consumed in battling to keep what we have, not even the number of times we both have cried over things we did not think we can overcome. it is the answer to the question: “do you love her?”

and the answer is yes. it is always yes.

why else would we both fight hard to preserve what we have chosen for ourselves – if not for love?

each time we feel hopeless because we cannot get our thoughts across, when we are looking at everything from above – it would appear that the valleys fill first. that the base, the core of all this is submerged in resentment, helplessness and desperation. when that happens, please allow me to remind you to look into my eyes, and feel that you fill me. that you make sense of all the senselessness that surround me. that there is more meaning in my life because you are in it. that i could not possibly share my heart with anybody else because you own it.

because my hand seeks nobody else’s but yours. for my lips ache to touch the warmth of your skin and not that of another person. believe me when i say you are who i want to be with. you are everything i have always wanted. you are everything i intend to keep.

trust me when i say that i will be there until the end. that you will never have to worry about what it is like to live your life alone – for it will never happen. i will be with you in height and in depth, in darkness and light, in life and love.

i will be with you, not because of despair but because i know i need to be. because i know that i can fulfill my promise and live up to what i vowed to give you – despite my flaws and imperfections. i will be with you, not because i am influenced by anything or anybody else, but because i know i need to be with you.

i cannot offer you a perfect life. i do not suppose either of us are looking for that. i cannot promise you that everything will be easy. however, i can promise you that i will not stop. i will not stop learning from the mistakes that i have committed. i will not stop at the slightest sign of an argument. i will not stop just because you are so ready to walk out of the door. i will follow you as far as i can. and i will tell you that my heart belongs to you. and that whatever happens, you can keep it, and all the memories that we have created. i will hold your hand and tell you that my life have so much meaning, simply because you are a part of it.

i offer you my life. i am not capable of so many things, but i do know that if i just try hard enough, each day, we both will discover reasons why i am worthy of your love.

i surrender everything to you – my sanctuary, my eternity, my reason, my love.

flabbergasted

i am not-so-fresh from a one day hiatus and i was checking my e-mails when i started my shift. i came across a news that totally left me speechless and flabbergasted -

alfie patten, a13-year old boy from the united kingdom became the latest in a long line of young UK teenagers to become a dad.


his daughter with chantelle steadman, maisie roxanne, was born last monday.

the boy stands four feet tall - so he kinda looks more like an 8-year old. and may i just quote my friend reich when i shared the news with her - 'may gatas pa siya sa labi!' according to the material that i read, the baby was conceived after one time of an unprotected sex. poor alfie - i do not suppose he's got an idea how expensive diapers are. more than anything, i do not suppose he's got an idea of how huge the responsibilities are.

think about this - he's only 13 years older than his daughter.

i pray for the young parents. and i pray for the baby - i hope she gets all the love and care and attention that she deserves.

but there's a question running through my head - what the hell is happening to the world?

maniac

maniac, from the greek maniacos may refer to:
  • MANIAC I - an early computer
  • Maniac - a pac-man/hangman combination computer game
  • a person who exhibits the behavior known as mania
  • a classification of serial killer

if you are to ask me: i'd say it's JENNIFER BEALS!!!


a photo still from flashdance - jennifer's first movie

jennifer beals with jodie foster - both went to yale and took up literature

jennifer beals posing for FHM. whew!

currently, i am reliving the 80's and am listening to michael sembello's maniac. wahaha.

spellbound | poem ten

perfection emerges ~
from the little
imperfect curve
your hands
make when holding mine,
from the thousand
and one nights
imbued with passion,
from the constellation
of seconds you spend
gazing at me,
from the lifetime we
both will share
starting now.

spellbound | poem nine

filling spaces
passing time
my lips are void
of words to offer
my aimless heart
struggles to breathe
a passionless night
shackles the wind
and maims the clouds
until i am left with
nothing
until i am nothing


and you appear.

spellbound | poem eight

within the walls
i have put up
lie shattered glasses
of oblivious restlessness
all for the soul and
laughter of the
one called you

within the walls
i have put up
screams the heart
which knows nothing
except that of your
grace and beauty,
your words and fire.

kssst...

i am looking forward to getting a copy of the 6th season of The L Word.


in the mean time - i want to share this with you guys.


hotness galore!!!


spellbound | poem seven

a kingdom of broken
wings and a
petrified heart
stumbles and
crashes down at
the foot of your
altar
awaiting for the
incense to burn
through the night
whispering to the
clandestine delight
your eyes bring forth.

spellbound | poem six

in the insignificant
breath of my life
i found a truth
that breaks all
untruths,
a light that bends
all darkness…


the light, life and
breath is you,
beloved.

pros and cons

So Mumai asked the dreaded question: give me ten reasons why you should change your blog template.

And I am actually thinking of reasons now – and it’s not as if I need Mumai’s green light before I can change anything on my blog – I just want to satisfy my own curiosity too. Wahaha.

The reasons why I should:

  • As stated above, I am curious
  • I want to look at something different when I open my blog
  • I want for people to look at something different when they open my blog – not that there are a lot of people checking my blog
  • For the heck of it
  • There are a lot of ‘cute’ and ‘interesting’ blog templates out there
  • I want to move out of my ‘comfort zone’ – my current blog template being one of them
  • I want complications
  • I like ‘trying’ a lot of different things
  • I am curious
  • I am curious

The reasons why I should not:

  • I have actually attempted to change my blog template yesterday and it just won’t cooperate with me
  • Knowing the OC that I sometimes am, I will most definitely dabble with the codes – without any guarantee if it will fix everything or make all things worse
  • Go for what’s simple
  • If it ain’t broken, don’t fix it
  • The curiosity will pass
  • Complications have never been good
  • I can’t seem to make the codes work
  • There are a lot of loopholes for many of the ‘cute’ and ‘interesting’ templates
  • People go to blogs to read, just that
  • Widgets are a bother to upload

Mumai – I know you won’t take any of my reasons. Wahaha. Nevertheless, I tried. Wahaha

stop me!!!

from changing my blog template.

grrrr...

spellbound | poem five

stealthily breathing
from your mouth
i draw time and
desire and the
dawn is a lot
brighter
with your hands
stealing the
laughter out of
my lips,
like you always
have, because
you caused them.

spellbound | poem four

i want to speak about you
like you are the rain
like you are the water
that falls toward my
earth, like you are the
lake that embraces
and recognizes
the fire that blossoms
from within me,
like you are the ocean
that permeates my
skin, like you are the
water that sinks into
my ground with
fragments and fractions
of light…
slowly.

spellbound | poem three

a dream pushes itself
over the edge of my sanity
and i say that
reverie is you
for you are all that
crowds my mind
right now and
you are that which
fills my life with
dimensions
and i at last feel
that i can be.

spellbound | poem two

allow my hands
to lead me to a word,
a story, a truth
that will unveil all
the goodness in you


allow my eyes to trace
the bend, the slope,
the curve of your
body to reveal all
that which i revere in you


allow my blood to
warm, thaw and
resurrect the
spring flowers that
drip from your fingertips.

spellbound | poem one

suddenly remembering
the irrepressible laughter
that hides in your mouth
i count the moments
lost to your beauty
and regained in your
strength
to then take me
to a ruined castle
where your gaze
and my desire collide
to create and mend
fire
i kneel before your
ethereal spark and
taste the calm in
your fortitude.




spellbound is an anthology of poems i gave nosh on her 26th birthday.

define pms

i ran across some pms definitions and i thought it'd be awesome to share them :)

Pass My Shotgun
Psychotic Mood Shift
Perpetual Munching Spree
Puffy Mid Section
People Make me Sick
Provide Me with Sweets
Pardon My Sobbing
Pimples May Surface
Pass My Sweatpants
Pissy Mood Syndrome
Plainly; Men Suck
Pack My Stuff
Potential Murder Suspect
Prioritize My Sanity

and my own definition:
Picture Me Sweating

(wahahaha. don't know where that came from!!!)

inside the actors studio

not sure if a lot of people have seen this, but the host, james lipton, would always ask his guest actors these ten questions at the end of the show (and i am also including my answers):

1. What is your favorite word?
sublime

2. What is your least favorite word?
moist (so not sexy...)

3. What turns you on?
Intelligence and humor

4. What turns you off?
Triviality and insecurity

5. What sound do you love?
My love’s laughter

6. What sound do you hate?
My neighbor’s noise

7. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?
Teaching or writing

8. What profession would you not like to participate in?
condom tester, i don't know wahaha
9. What is your favorite curse word?
FUCK

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear god say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
Tequila?!

says professor keating

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. The human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

Professor Keating
played by Robin Williams
Dead Poet's Society

what's in the name?

There are 22 letters in your name.
Those 22 letters total to 91.
There are 9 vowels and 13 consonants in your name.
What your first name means:

Spanish Female Variant of Theresa.
Name of two popular saints 'Teresa of Avila' and 'Therese of Lisieux'.

Italian Female Harvester.
Greek Female Reap; from Therasia.

Your number is: 1
The characteristics of #1 are: Initiating action, pioneering, leading, independent, attaining, individual.

The expression or destiny for #1:A number 1 Expression denotes the skilled executive with keen administrative capabilities. You must develop the capacity to be a fine leader, sales executive, or promoter. You have the tools to become an original person with a creative approach to problem solving, and a penchant for initiating action. Someone may have to follow behind you to handle the details, but you know how to get things going and make things happen. You have a good mind and the ability to use it for your advancement. Because of these factors, you have much potential for achievement and financial rewards. Frequently, this expression belongs to one running a business or striving to achieve a level of accomplishment on ones talents and efforts.
You have little need for much supervision, preferring to act on your own with little restraint. You are both ambitious and determined. Self-confident and self-reliant must be yours, as you develop a strong unyielding will and the courage of your convictions.

Although you fear loneliness, you want to be left alone. You fear routine and being in a rut. You often jump the gun because you are afraid of being left behind.

The negative attributes of the 1 Expression are egotism and a self-centered approach to life. This is an aggressive number and if it is over-emphasized it is very hard to live with. You do not have to be overly aggressive to fulfill your destiny. The 1 has a natural instinct to dominate and to be the boss; adhering to the concept of being number One. Again, you do not have to dominate and destroy in order to lead and manage.

Your Soul Urge number is: 1
A Soul Urge number of 1 means: Your Soul Urge is the number 1. With a Soul Urge number of 1, you want to lead and direct, to work independent of supervision, by yourself or with subordinates. You take pride in your abilities and want to be recognized for them. You may seek opportunities to display your strength and usefulness, wanting to create and originate. In your desire to manage the big picture and the main issues, you may often leave the details to others.

The positive 1 Soul Urge is Ambitious and determined, a leader seeking opportunities. There is a great deal of honesty and loyalty in this character. If you possess positive 1 Soul Urge qualities, you are very attainment oriented and driven to success. You are a loyal friend and strictly fair in your business dealings.

The negative side of the 1 Soul Urge must be avoided. A negative 1 is apt to dominate situations and people; the home, the spouse, the family and the business. Emotions aren't strong in this nature. If you possess an excess of 1 energy, you may, at times, be boastful and egotistic. You must avoid being too critical and impatient of trifles. The great need of the 1 Soul Urge is the development of friendliness, and a sincere interest in people.

Your Inner Dream number is: 9
An Inner Dream number of 9 means: You dream of being creative, intellectual, and universal; the selfless humanitarian. You understand the needy and want to help them. You would love to be a person people count on for support and advice.
taken from paulsadowski.com

unwrapping a present

and so i was naively browsing through the pages on the showtime website, and i stumbled upon this:


i am absolutely, enormously, and utterly freakin' flabbergasted!

the sixth and final season of the groundbreaking series, the L word, has started.

i am still catching my breath.

savage light | poem twenty seven

in the end
we can only hope
that the seconds,
moments, synapses
lingered instead
but we know
that in the death
of night
a dawn awaits
and the end
of delight
brings forth
the beginning of an
unaltered, unchanged,
untainted
flight into the
savage light.

savage light | poem twenty six

they say
everything we do
ripples ~
regrets that
would haunt
us

i am neither
haunted nor
troubled by
regret

i am only
haunted by
your image
and your
soul.

savage light | poem twenty five

the twisted, jaded
darkness
envelops my
mind,
my fear
unbound
and my own gloom
eating all that
has been


halted, the very
second i
became yours.

savage light | poem twenty four

i am never truly
within what
i can understand
yet, despite the
trepidation
my hands persist
to write about
the graceful and
fluid language
of your eyes
caressing me.

thank you for remaining to be the...

Gravity that pulls me back in when I wander
Mystery that I long to unravel each second of my life
Light that brings my soul closer to understanding everything that occurs between us
Life that soak my bones when the darkness leaves me too weak
Reason why I will fight to be stronger, bolder, more courageous
Ocean where all my rivers lead to
Heaven that I seek even with my eyes closed
One that I long to spend all of my days with


I love you

written december 13 2007
today, february 08 2009 is our 26th month together - i am still basking in afterglow, mine.

savage light | poem twenty three

nothing could
ever take the
place


of all the embraces
you have given,
the kisses you have
put upon my lips,
the nights impassioned
by your yearning
and mystery
and the days
ahead of us
basking in delight
and cloudless skies.

savage light | poem twenty two

hear me,
my enigma,
my resolve,
my fortress,
my absolution,
my hope,
my love,
my faith


this life is brimming
with surprises
because of you.

savage light | poem twenty one

when the cascading
water of your laughter
fall on my hands
i feel a sudden
need to hold it
and keep it
as long as i could
for your laughter
feed the
hunger of my
enervated body.

tidying up...

i cleaned my room yesterday and found out i have 7 poetry notebooks:
  • untitled
  • amaranth
  • in the company of silence
  • apropos
  • alab
  • while

i decided to name my newest notebook 'delirium.'

and i thought: 'how apt.'

savage light | poem twenty

shooting stars,
indian summers,
eclipses,
cirrus, stratus,
white, chaste lilies,
sparkling midnights,
impetuous desires


all the good things
in life
have attempted
but still vaguely
resemble you.

savage light | poem nineteen

as you might have
whispered, uttered, confessed
all the roads lead to me
but this time,
when the sweetness of
your lips and
the softness of
your skin ~ implacable,
unforgiving, unyielding
the scents of
spring takes me to
a place of wonder
to devour and walk
down the roads
that lead to you.

savage light | poem eighteen

disguised not by
color nor clouds
silenced not by
sunlight nor storm
encompassed not by
fear nor failure
deepened not by
desire nor destiny


your reality hardly
disguised,
silenced,
encompassed
or deepened


by all that which
you have
created.

savage light | poem seventeen

when pages are
broken by ink,
when nothing is
left to be without,
when my letters fill
the void of
my own soul,
when lingering
means standing
against the
harsh waves
of our differences,
when pages are
broken by my ink
i meant to live in
your consciousness.

two of a kind

Last Tuesday, I was on a marathon – a movie marathon, that is.

I saw a couple of movies – Vicky Christina Barcelona and The Reader.

Vicky Christina Barcelona was of course, set in Spain. Wahahah. It was written and directed by the perennialy thin-man-but-nevertheless-a-genius, Woody Allen.

Scarlet Johansson is Christina, Javier Bardem is Juan Antonio and Penelope Cruz is Maria Elena. Pardon me but I can’t seem to remember the actress who portrayed Vicky. My brain is fried.

So best friends Vicky and Christina embarked on a journey and went to Barcelona Рto find themselves. Instead they got entangled in a web of m̩nage-a-trois and shared a lover in the person of Рtadah! Javier Bardem.

One thing was constant in the movie – since they were in Spain, every time they call on Bardem’s character, they had to mention his entire name – Juan Antonio. Kind of gives you the feeling you were at home and watching a Mexican telenovela at lunch time.

Javier Bardem is one gorgeous conquistador, he’s cute whatever he wears and regardless if he looked like he didn’t take a bath. Penelope is Maria Elena, Juan Antonio’s estranged wife who is also a full-time painter and a part-time lunatic.

So here’s the synopsis: Vicky and Christina meets Juan Antonio, Juan Antonio invites the ladies to a secluded villa, asks both of them to spend a night with him – he beds Vicky first then moved on stealthily with Christina. Vicky was followed by her fiancé and gets married. Christina then gets involved with Juan Antonio and creates a pseudo love nest with the latter. Maria Elena comes back one night after Juan Antonio ‘rescued’ her from killing herself. Bit by bit, Christina was drawn to Maria Elena – and soon enough all three of them – Juan Antonio, Christina and Maria Elena – are sleeping in the same bed.

By the end of the movie – Christina leaves the couple heart broken, having confessed that she knows nothing of what she wants, only of what she does not want.

The Reader, on the other hand, has some very serious and dark undertones to it. Kate Winslet is Hanna, a German woman who works in a local train station.

Michael Berg (portrayed by David Kross) was 16 years old when he met Hanna – coming home one day from school, was clueless of the tell-tale signs of scarlet fever. He stops at an almost barren building and pukes his guts out (or at least something that looks like it). Hanna helps him and takes him home.

Three months later, when Michael has recovered, he goes back to Hanna’s apartment and gives her flowers. The next few days he’d visit Hanna…until one time, she asks him to fill two buckets with coal. He gets himself dirty and Hanna offers to run a bath for him.

Hanna is twice Michael’s age, yet the growing passion and tension between them was undeniable. They sort of found a refuge in each other arms – he’s a confused teenager, she’s an introvert.

Michael would read his books to Hanna every afternoon – from The Odyssey to The Lady with a Little Dog. Michael falls madly in love with the woman who calls him ‘Kid.’ Hanna, despite the intimacy, has told Michael that ‘You do not have the power to upset me.’

One day, Hanna mysteriously disappears – leaving Michael forlorn and unable to move on. Eight years later, as a law student, Michael ‘sees’ Hanna again – the latter being tried for crimes against the Jews.

Hanna was pointed as the culprit for the murder of at least 300 Jews during the Nazi occupation – by 5 other women who were taken to court. There was a point in the movie when the judge asked Hanna for a sample of her handwriting – a way to prove if she was really the person who wrote the report after the murder. Kate, as an actress, gave a stellar performance – I think this is one of her best performances. It turns out that Hanna was illiterate – and she refused to produce a sample of her handwriting because she’s ashamed and daunted and scared as hell to admit to everyone that she’s unable to write or read. Hanna was sentenced to live the rest of her life in prison.

Now a middle-aged man, Michael Berg (played by the delectable Ralph Fiennes) is still haunted by the thought of Hanna – like a phantom – a succubus devouring him in his sleep. Knowing that Hanna now will be spending all of her years behind bars, he started to tape his voice, reading some of the books that Hanna then loved hearing from him.

Years after, Michael learns that Hanna, now 66 years old, is to be released from prison. He comes to her for the first time since he was a teenager and tells Hanna that he will take care of her - as the latter does not have any other family.
Later that day, Hanna takes her own life, hanging herself. This film asks the questions: How far would you go to protect a secret? Is there a means to reconcile the past with the present - is there a way for this generation to understand the magnitude of the Holocaust, as victims and witnesses of the tragedy die and its living memory starts to dissolve?

I suppose there is no end to the tragedies for the character Michael in this film - he is fated to be perpetually pained by the one woman who had him - the one woman he will never have.

my heart is broken

so i was browsing the net and i just read that sarah mclachlan has separated from her husband of 11 years, ashwin sood last september. they have two daughters - ann sushil and taja summer.

'i haven't said anything about it because i have been too terrified to, but i figure...there's no good time to say it, so i just said it, quipped sarah.


she shared her grief with her fans with the release of her 'pretty self-explanatory' single 'don't give up on us.'

Don't give up on us
Love has taken me for a fool
Gotten out in time to save himself, mmmm.
Shoulda known better,
But I let things slide.
I took you for granted
That you'd always be,
The one for me.
Baby I stopped tryin.

Oh, baby don't give up on us.
I know your heart is full of doubt,
You don't need to be without
These loving arms
I'll hold you through your darkest hour
I'll be using all my power,
So I can reach you.
Oh my love, don't give up on us.

Am I living alone here,
Or have I turned to dust?
It hurts, it hurts to wait for just a little love.
You must… give me a sign love.
Can’t you see me standing here?
Alive and well with all the hope,
You'll be, the one for me.
Baby ill keep trying.

Oh, baby don't give up on us.
I know your heart is full of doubt,
You don't need to be without
These loving arms
I'll hold you through your darkest hour
I'll be using all my power,
So I can reach you.
Oh my love, don't give up on us.

Maybe the way out is here;
It went where it all begins.
We can’t go on, living on a cloud
We'll never find our way home.

Oh, let me reach you, oh my love
Come on let me in.
Oh let me hold you, oh my love
Don't give up on us.

Oh let me reach you, oh my love
Come on let me in.
Oh let me hold you, oh my love
Don’t give up on us.

there is no

other way to deal with it but to deal with it.

and my god...

i was able to get a copy of sylvia plath's
'crossing the water'
for only...seventy five pesos.



this woman's rocking in my book right now!


savage light | poem sixteen

naked,
solitary
flower


shapeless,
thoughtless
words

arise and
resurrects
the darkest darkness

that lives within,
that glorifies my
existence,

the blackness that
await your
light.

savage light | poem fifteen

the cold engulfed
by your ceaseless delight
my feet tremble
in the ground
where its roots
thrive,
my hands aching
in the bitter night,
my thoughts incensed
by one muse,
the being of my
defenseless heart.

savage light | poem fourteen

the parting of lush
gardens by your
hands
they kneel ~
the leaves fall
upon your fingers
and wait there
~ for their destiny
to be fulfilled
and their dreams
to be lived…
again and again.

savage light | poem thirteen

the bringer of silence
and of pandemonium
when this language
no longer exists ~
neither in soldiers’,
savages’, or from
a poet’s mouth,
my love only to
be granted in
your memory…
remember that
my sunlight has
stood with your
temples caressing
the windows by
which we see
the aimless
horizon.

savage light | poem twelve

in the crowd
i am choked by
my own minuteness
staring at you
in wonder ~
how you tread
the path with
your eyes closed ~
strong, hopeful,
unafraid
~ to discover your
own darkness
only redeemed
by your interest
in light.

savage light | poem eleven

come now, my love ~
you spoke ~
come closer and
rest within
the requiem
of this love i offer
in dawn and
in twilight
never again to
struggle in your
fears and
nightmares.

savage light | poem ten

the palace
at daybreak
where you gather
your laughter
my insatiable,
dreamless heartbeat
turns mute
without the
song and echo
of your voice.

savage light | poem nine

to touch what is
mortal and
to understand what is
divine
to seek a fantasy
and to find reality
in your hands
my weaknesses dissolve
the ashes striking
the ground
filled with arid soil
only to be inebriated
by your graceful
tears.

savage light | poem eight

the isles of your
gaze and the
shores of your smile
carries the wind
of your thoughts
summoning my
soul ready to
die
i stand before you
looking at life.

savage light | poem seven

i am unsure
of how
each poem
is different
when shades
of your laughter
and petals of
your mystery
has sustained it.
 

anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.