1.1.11

Welp, here goes another 365 days for me.

Psalm 119:105 Your word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.

This year is gonna be BIG for me i know it, i just know it. I may not be sure of what tomorrow may hold, but my hopes are up because i have One, true, eternal Father who doesn’t put His promises on halt. I pray that this new year, it will be all about Him and less about me. His faithfulness in my life is, was, and will be enough for me to go through another 12 months. And His word will be my strength and my light especially when my path gets dark.

Happy New Year everyone!

12/14/10

I dance with my shadows in the dark

Seems that my shadow has found

a faithful friend with the dark.

It comes out to play,

appearing to have a mind of its own.

Until I realize it stops when I do,

we are connected after all.

Though I conceal it at daylight,

It lashes itself out,

Following me wherever, whatever

Even at midday.

But when the sky finally gives up,

And the sinister that is the night cowers,

The phantom is alive than ever.

Trip the light fantastic toe,

Finding a rhythm of its own,

Composing its own tune.

In the morning I am normal,

At least that is what I think.

But I unknowingly anticipate its coming.

Soon I will be swept over by my sorrows again.

Till then, I wait once more,

For when Nyx will spread her wings,

I will dance with my shadows in the dark.

Nothing to post. :)

12/9/10

Magellan

How the sun

with a likeness

that of a turtle,

slowly creeps

toward the darkest

of corners with yearning.

Can I just evade your life?

Harsh.

12/8/10

Empty Seats

Maybe they've got

work to do.

Or maybe,

it's just me.

Girls just being girls.

Mail-woman

Who knew our teachers were treated a break after their so-called "helping", during the school's accreditation? Yes, I know I should be grateful for the rift we get from our instructors, but thinking of the effort wasted coming to school -despite the rain- for nothing, made my blood simmer. Plus my shoes were soaked too. But I guess this was one of those one-in-a-million-don't-let-it-go chances I get in college, so I took to my book.

I could never fail to commend Nicholas Sparks (my favorite novelist by the way) on every book I've read by him, especially this one I'm currently pored to right now. I know romance isn't my front, for I myself ain't a romantic. But Sparks just...captivates my interest in this other-worldly way. So, the book's entitled "Message in a Bottle", and it's about this divorced woman finding a letter inside a bottle, washed-up on the shore. Though it was not addressed to her, obviously, she found herself moved by the writers emotion, and saw how beautifully he wrote the letter to his lost love, seeking to have that kind of love herself. I'm not through with the book though, so that's all I could explicate.

Then during our Speech Communication class(the only class I had for the day), our teacher made us listen to this country song as an activity. In exchange of her tedious class discussion, she gave us test papers to fill up the blanks from the lyrics of the song. For the first time ever since I've found a love for music, did I like a country song that isn't by Taylor Swift. The tune wasn't exactly catchy to my ears, but the message was extremely affective.

I read a note my Grandma wrote back in 1923
Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me
He said, "Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago,
Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I love your Grandma so.

We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together
Get married in the first town we came to and live forever
But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet instead
I found this letter, and this is what it said :

"If you get there before I do
Don't give up on me
I'll meet you when my chores are through
I don't know how long I'll be

But I'm not gonna let you down
Darling wait and see
And between now and then
Til I see you again

I'll be loving you
Love, Me."

I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away
In the doorway of the church where me and Grandpa stopped to pray
I know I've never seen him cry in all my fifteen years
But as he said these words to her, his eyes fill up with tears

"If you get there before I do
Don't give up on me
I'll meet you when my chores are through
I don't know how long I'll be

I was like, wow. Now that's what you call "true love". I noticed the similarities with the song and the book, and how they had the same depth to them. If i were a mailbox, I'd be filled with love.

Everything I've read today cools down to one thing, and I was reminded by this verse from Proverbs 4:23 - "Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life". True love waits. Being students, our task is to study, graduate to honor our parents, and especially God. Let's not let the world drag us down with it, but let's protect ourselves from it, and guard our hearts and minds above everything else.

Countup

Christmas is coming! But it’s not exactly that I’m excited about; I’ll be going home! Can’t wait to be with my family again. Being away from them isn’t easy, so when I get home, I’ll enjoy every moment I have until school begins on January.

For now, I have 13 days. 13 days to go and I’ll be home for Christmas!

12/3/10

Back view

I am invisible.

Not even a glimpse

from their peripherals.

But,

I know.

They know,

I am there,

just there behind.

Though they choose not to,

Dismiss my mien,

My very humane presence,

Still I glorify God

in forms they might never infer.

They're missing it.

The unseen beauty I see

that is anything but mundane.

Vast and vivid,

my heart is snatched.

Then they get the whole point.

With the minimal force my fingers exert,

the show turns visual.

College in the Eyes Of...

• Derrière-pancaking jeepney rides, that deflower newly-combed student hair
• Trips to photocopy shops with mile long queues
• Public internet cubicles that torment newly-manicured fingernails
• Oven-hot classrooms
• A school uniform which is light-years away from rarity

And oh there are...

• Armchairs with nails raised, ready to pounce on someone's skin
• Street-children prepared to wipe on the short-lived, clean and crisp yellow cloth of a uniform
• Professors who swallow a wretched soul's ego
• Puppy-eyed begging for seat mates to spare their 1/4 sheet of paper
• Tons and tons of now useless paper, inflicted with already grayish words
• And signs of blood, drenched all over a student's masterpiece, trying to please her stoic instructor.

Ah, the joys of Tertiary Education.

What fun!