Archive for Pebrero 2013

2/27/2013


Behind the steel
I captured this picture in Quezon Memorial Circle for our Photojournalism class. I did not pass it, though I kept it because of the meaning it entails. We might interpret it differently, but what matter most is how you would see this in your own perspective of life or reality.

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HIM


I wonder
Why every second, his sweet smell lingers in my nose?
No matter how long the distance
Whenever we’re apart 
Even a centimeter away
I constantly long for him more.

I wonder
Why whenever I pinched my nose to his cheeks
Or kiss him in the lips
(I always do to ease the pain)
I would still miss him;
And would search for only one scent: his.

Yet, no matter how close,
No matter what I try…
I won’t stop longing…
I can’t stop thinking…

Despite the fragmented answers,
In the end, I will still wonder
Why do I still miss him?
Why does my heart long for him more?
Even how many hours
We clutched our hands together . 


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2/15/2013

EPHORIA


It happened when I was browsing poems about love. My first destination: Poetry Foundation. It sent me an email, its Valentine’s Day newsletter. It’s not for the sake of feeling the day where love is more explicit to families and couples. Reading is just my one way of expressing my feelings and thoughts. I am not romantically in love, but that doesn’t mean I cannot relate to a poem or tales involving cupid.  There’s always love within us, whether it is eros (romance), storge (love for family), agape (unconditional love) or philia (a friendship love).

As I searched for possible poems that could strike my innermost thoughts and emotions, after minutes of doing right click + Open link to New Tab, one poem easily passes to my conscious state of mind. Unconsciously I got attached to it. I kept reading it for several times, savoring its flavor and aroma. Honestly, I barely drink wine, but the emotions and how I pictured every phrase in the poems gave happiness, grief, almost all emotions a person can feel. So I decided to share it in my blog. Others might not feel the way it hit me. It is because we interpret it differently. There are poems to others that think it is merely a poem, but there are others that it is the summary of their whole life, their emotions, and innermost self.

So here it is…
I Love You
BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.

Not for me the cold, calm kiss
Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.

So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.

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2/14/2013

UNWIND



Life can be cruel sometimes, or should I say, often. For many reasons, things for me have turned upside down. Everything seemed so well, in accordance to what I really wanted. But just in a snapped or in a mistake I unintentionally made, everything that I worked so hard burst in the thin air to nothing.

Beautiful things were always too good to be true. It felt like they should’ve not happened after all. How come things don’t come out in the right place? Why is everything I did appeared more awful that it may seem?

Am I brooding too much? I knew persons who appeared to be so lucky, so gifted that everything fell in the right place for them without exerting too much effort. It turned out that I am slowly hating myself for being so incompetent. Only two things made me still intact in the basis of normality, God and silence.

For months, it felt like I lost my track, the person who used to be understanding and patient. Unconsciously, I’m learning to keep grudges to the people who hurt me. The more they do not treat me well, the more my wall of pride grew higher and higher. No one wanted to be like this. I wanted to retain the goodness inside me, the patience and forgiveness I used to be abundant with.
As I leave, which I thought first for hundreds of times, I pray that God will give them guidance. 

Despite the times they left me broken, I wanted to thank them for it. I learned to be strong. Abruptly, my eyes opened to the other side of the world that I’m not used to. And from the day I depart myself from their clutches, I hope I will find myself again, and learn to trust and believe to what I can do.

I've been judged, even ignored. Invisible as what I wanted to call it. But there will come a time that I will find myself again and start a new life. With me, will always be my dream for my family and my future. I hope that if that day happens, I’m already a better person, better than with what I am before.  

If that time comes, I will blog again with my progress. No one might read this article of mine. It doesn't matter, as long as my life will try to keep its wheels on the right track. I must cheer up. I must move on. In relation to this article, I linked a blog from The Emotional Life website. I hope it helps. It is titled “12 Ways toMend a Broken” by Therese Borchard. HAPPY READING!

12 Ways to Mend a Broken
By Therese Borchard


Bess Myerson once wrote that “to fall in love is awfully simple, but to fall out of love is simply awful,” especially if you are the one who wanted the relationship to last. But to stop loving isn’t an option. Author Henri Nouwen writes, “When those you love deeply reject you, leave you, or die, your heart will be broken. But that should not hold you back from loving deeply. The pain that comes from deep love makes your love ever more fruitful.” But how do we get beyond the pain? Here are 12 techniques I’ve gathered from experts and from conversations with friends on how they patched up their heart and tried, ever so gradually, to move on.

1. Go through it, not around it.
I realize the most difficult task for a person with a broken heart is to stand still and feel the crack. But that is exactly what she must do. Because no shortcut is without its share of obstructions. Here’s a simple fact: You have to grieve in order to move on. During the 18 months of my severe depression, my therapist repeated almost every visit: “Go through it. Not around it.” Because if I went around some of the issues that were tearing me apart inside, then I would bump into them somewhere down the line, just like being caught in the center of a traffic circle. By going through the intense pain, I eventually surfaced as a stronger person ready to tackle problems head on. Soon the pain lost its stronghold over me.
2. Stand on your own.
One of the most liberating thoughts I repeat to myself when I’m immersed in grief and sadness is this: “I don’t need anyone or anything to make me happy.” That job is all my own, with a little help from God. When I’m experiencing the intense pangs of grief, it is so difficult to trust that I can be whole without that person in my life. But I have learned over and over again that I can. I really can. It is my job to fill the emptiness, and I can do it … creatively, and with the help of my higher power.



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2/12/2013

About INTROVERTS




from Philippine Daily Inquirer; Section: Learning ; Tuesday, February 12, 2013

I just happened to browse this article in the newspaper, and it really caught my attention. 
Introverts are often misunderstood by most people because of their silence. In most cases, they appear that they do not care, but the truth is they are observing their surroundings, and listening carefully to every word a people say. Inside their minds, there lie a restless machine that keeps initializing, analyzing, reflecting the words they hear and the actions they see. So when a man is quiet , it doesn't necessarily mean that they don't care at all. They were actually thinking and considering your opinion, weighing circumstances, and analyzing data. They were in deep thoughts and concentrating the contingency of the possible and the impossible. It is also why often introverts have anxiety or always in a day-dreaming mode because they are thinking too much. 

I'm glad the media  took time and space to publish an article like this, for society to fully understand introverts. I'm afraid that introverts are often misunderstood as quiet and not thinking at all or snobbish. Somehow, the society has the hint that introverts think and analyze a lot, the reason they are silent most of the times. 


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