bear talk

*while watching bears from animal planet*

karen: yung milk ba ng bear brand galing sa bear?
kyle: hahaha. kakasabi lang sa tv na 'yung mga cubs nga halos hindi makakuha ng milk from their mother bear, kukuhanan pa natin.

*haha okay sorry na.

kyle: anu-ano bang mga cartoon shows ang may bear?
karen/kyle: winnie the pooh, care bears, yogi bear... paddington bear
kyle: ay alam mo yung william wish wellingtons?
karen: oo, bakit bear ba 'yun?
kyle: hindi.

yun eh. sabaw.

out of nowhere...
kyle: ah! ang cute ni paddington bear! *nostalgic* oo naalala ko na si paddington bear! cute! ang liit-liit *hand demonstration*. 'yung may marmalade sandwich!

haha okay kyle. cute na.

i still think paddington bear is not cute. such a boring bear... kyle argues he's more manly than winnie the pooh, but then they both have no underpants. he has a hat, okay. but then he's a boring bear with no bouncing friends like tigger or... yeah, other gay friends like piglet.

exhibit no.17: bend

i trust it's just a bend in the road
where i have no idea what lies ahead
but i go forth
knowing there is no way but this

behind the confusion and doubts
i will for nothing more but to love You most ardently.

post card 1: dear mr. beaver

i hope this postcard reaches you in time
and hope no ogre steals it
should it get lost along the way
don't worry a bit
for i asked the wind to whisper to you
these very same words i wrote
...

i spent a day just watching
the rest of the world go by
i dilly dallied, skipping and humming
but now i'm here beneath the blue tree
where the birds are in hiding
and the wind is singing a hymn of peace

i'll leave this mustard seed behind
and hope we find it again someday
i'll ask the birds to watch over it
and the tree to hide it from mr.rabbit
it is buried safely in the burrows
as it waits for a decade of tomorrow

surely the tree will age
and the birds would have left by then
but it will never be lost
and it will never whither.
as it watches the changing season
as it waits patiently for us

as it grows deeper
in thought, will and understanding
it will only be rooted
in a steadfast love
that wills to wait
that wills to see that distant tomorrow

until then,
i'll let the mustard seed grow
into the loveliest tree it can be
with welcoming arms
and shaded love
with all the sunshine it could take

until then
mister musty awaits
for our coming back.

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from one end to another
it has traveled to impart a message
to witness the shared tears and joy
but after such a moment
everything is put behind
where the past is just the past
where tomorrow is waiting to be opened
until another missive is sent



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Now playing: Josh Verdes - Save Me
via FoxyTunes

it's been a semester.

my dad's home!

he'd been in the hospital for a semester, and i'm hoping he wouldn't have to go back the next semester. wow. whoever said miracles don't happen? my dad's home... i'm still a bit ecstatic about it. i missed him a lot. i remember during those nights when i get frustrated with schoolwork, i'd look around the house, and feel more depressed with how gloomy it looked without my mom and dad around. oh but they're home! and there's just so many people to be thankful for...

doctors, nurses, aids, family, classmates, friends, more friends, much much more friends, and of course your prayers.

The Lord said, when praying, one must be persistent and humble. i know we did... i prayed for my dad's life, and He did give him life. And it wasn't just the life he's breathing right now, but a life for his soul to breathe. Much has changed in my dad, and i could never have imagined him being this spiritual. He acts much like a child now, like one of the children of God. And though his body shows how much he aged for the past months, his eyes show otherwise, much more his outlook in life. His health may have withered, but his spiritual life progressed that sometimes i can't help but feel so much of God's presence in him. and with a spiritual life to hold on, he would have to struggle more to keep his interior life.

I'm still so proud of my dad. after having gone through so much pain and struggle in the hospital, after feeling like a pin cushion for the 5 injections a day, he would have to face much struggle with his spiritual life. the battle isn't over yet, instead it has just begun.

and i pray for the soul of his liver donor...how one fateful accident, turned out to be God's saving grace for my dad.


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Now playing: Jack Johnson - Upside Down
via FoxyTunes

exhibit no.16: distant future

and i will be waiting
for that distant future

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Now playing: Daphne Loves Derby - Cue The Sun!
via FoxyTunes

in the meantime... :)

More than sweet carnations

No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.

Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,

sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño.

Sonnet XVII of Pablo Neruda