Today's Post

31 December 2008

Counting

10, 9, 8, 7...

We count the hours, minutes, and seconds left before the new year. We anticipate that turning hands of the clock as it reads 00:00 --- not only to say it's the start of a new day, but more importantly the start of a new year. We marvel at the fireworks in the sky, as we hear the lot of noise trying to outdo the noise we did the past year. We shout, we jump and we celebrate the coming of the new year because we welcome the hope it gives us. We welcome the newness of the year, hoping it will bring about changes to the things we hope would change, whether to bring something novel or at least an improvement to our lives. It's one of the year's grandest celebration, and it deserves its grandeur for it gives us hope.

As the noise settles in, and little by little we fall in to the silence of the first day of the year, we look back a little and hope to be back in counting the hours, minutes and seconds of the coming new year. We're not used to this sudden silence. It's odd after having made that lot of noise. We start to settle in with the new year, and we try to see if in this matter of few hours that has passed, change has really effected itself on us. We hear traces of excess fireworks from the previous night, and we look around to see the lot of mess we created. The celebration seems to have ended, until we find ourselves back to be doing what we used to do.

Yet in this silence, as we try to make sense of the year that has gone by, we start to do the real counting. We count the ways by which we disappointed our loved ones. We recall how many times we have made a fall over our own stupidities. We bring to mind what we had aimed at the start of the year. We see if we were able to cross out at least one resolution in our list. And then what?

And then we count the friendships we've made over the past year, we take note of the new people we've met, and old friendships that have gone deeper. We recall the good things we did (and hopefully Santa had taken note of it). We remember how that past year has brought happiness to our lives, and hopefully how we ourselves have brought happiness to other people's lives. We remember, and then we keep in mind those people that have loved us, those people that have brought peace and happiness without their knowing, those people that have held on to us for help, and those people whom we've held on for hope. Until we find ourselves counting the people that count in our lives, but this time without the noise with which we welcomed the new year. In silence we feel grateful for these people, in silence we appreciate the year that has gone by.

In the end, we find ourselves appreciating the little things that had gone by.

Start of the new year? No need to wait for the next December 31 to start the counting. We can start the counting as soon as we've settled in this new year. 365 days in counting... Counting of what? of the good people to thank, of those we need to say sorry to, and those we want to forgive.

6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
Happy New Year! :)

28 December 2008

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27 December 2008

or not.

lovely cupcakes, they were
perfect frosting shaped as a tree
winter colors, autumn taste
a happy kid just took a bite.

happy gray colors
and lovely black and white
little by little it had color
summer wisp and springkling fun

happy cupcake, sweetly baked
red, green, blue, yellow and orange.
the kid dropped the cupcake
she was happy with a bite

happy cupcake
happy colors
happy kid
not anymore?

26 December 2008

lala lee lull lala

Turtles walk by
As the little birds fly
It was a rather awkward morning
Wearing a wrong pair of socks

Mufflers for my ears
mittens for my hands
I got a good glance
of the glimmering river ahead

fishes swim by
bunnies hop along
my cheeks could not help it
but be overstretched with smiles

doo doo dee dum dee doo
i skipped and i hopped
lala la lul lala la lala lee lul lala
i sing like i knew no words.

coffee and toast for breakfast
bacon and eggs are options
eat merrily and with glee
a good morning it will be!

19 December 2008

I'll Be Home for Christmas

This is what i hope my dad would tell me this Christmas.

"I'll be home for Christmas"

A friend just told me it's okay to feel a little sad, as long as i don't dwell on it. I'm keeping true to my word. I'm not going to dwell on it, but this may be a little melancholic.

This will be the first Christmas without my dad. And yes, it feels a little different. The previous Christmas year already felt a little different. Dad was still here, and he went home for Christmas from the hospital. The hospital allowed patients to go home for Christmas, then come back the day after. My dad did that, along with the rest of the family. I could still vividly remember how that night went (and yes, these things i will never forget no matter how forgetful or lola i get). My dad was on a wheel chair, saying goodbye to all the nurses and medical staff that attended to him, greeting them a Merry Christmas because he was about to go home and celebrate just that. There was happiness on his face, much like a kid anticipating the coming of Santa Claus that Christmas Eve.

Remembering that moment, I'd like to spend Christmas the way he did with his last. And i feel that already. As the cool breeze pull Christmas day closer, I get more and more excited. The colorful lights that glimmer every night, Christmas songs playing in the background, plus plus Christmas wrappers! i love seeing Christmas wrappers :) especially those already torn and crumpled ones. Their lovely designs, and how it was carefully folded, but in the end they end up torn and crumpled. Isn't that selfless? haha!

Ahh, but no matter how excited I get for Christmas, a thought lingers in my head.. I hope he'd be home for Christmas.

As I was praying in the mass a while ago, I realized he is home for Christmas. And maybe as he heard me praying, he would have told me what a big celebration it would be where he is. And maybe this hoping is more of wanting to spend Christmas with him in where he is right now.

Merry Christmas, Dad!

01 December 2008

Unearthing

A beautiful art was once buried
along with the past i tried to forget
let it live once again
without the painful memories
let the colors strike again
the prism of today

A beautiful prose was once written
along with hurtful words
let it be heard again
without the trail of sadness and curses
let it be blessing one after another
and let it rhyme with sweet melody

without the complexities of frustration and anger
let the colorful art
and the heartwarming verses live once again
behind no confusion and delusion
let life be loved
and love be lived.