Dream One

I wake up in the wee hours of the morning gasping for air as if submerged in water for an eternity... Only now can I breath again. Dreams of heart break fill my eyes with tears and there is a deep cry within me.

It is the pain of others that I feel. The pain they feel when their world is crashing down. When all that they love is gone.


This is my dream:

A young mother looks after her sick son in the hospital. He has been there for years. Left immobile due to an accident that could have been avoided. Now she supports a group that aims to overthrow the authorities who did nothing to prevent such an accident. She wants a fight.

Though, now she begins to see what may happen if there was to be a war. Her son may die within the first weeks of it. Without medicine or electricity, he would not survive.
Then, she would die too. For how can she ever continue living without him? Now she realizes she has been digging her own grave. How could she ever survive without her son? She can no longer lead without him. Her world would crumble. He is the crux, the center of her life.

At this she wails. She falls and hopes her knees will catch her but even they, like everything else, fail.
There is no one there to catch her but her conscience saying it was her fault. The only one left to console her is lying in his death bed ready to move on from this world. A man appears at her side--hoping to catch her. But in response she pushes him away for he can offer her nothing. It is over for her.

I then see myself watching her from the other side of the bed; tears escaping my shut eyelids and slowly dripping down my cheeks. I can feel her pain.

It is as if a giant hammer has been used to shatter a stone wall that is me and I fall and break into a million pieces. The pieces fall and I can never find them again. I try to piece myself back together again-- but cannot. The pieces are lost. All that remain are the cracks and the sharp impact of the blow.

Now I am awake--screaming and gasping for air. There is no sound in my scream however. I take the blanket off from over my face and suddenly the pain is gone. Instead I feel the soft, warm pillow against my head and my droopy eyes remain shut. Darkness and the still nothingness of sleep invade my mind once again.

I lose consciousness, sleep once again and that is the end.


(June 4, 2012)

Look Up

Look up, son. Stand tall and listen, he said.
Life ain't easy, and you know that. 
But what you may have forgotten is that life can also be good.


At this the boy looked up, still impassive yet somewhat ready to listen.


Here, I say, perk up and listen now: the past is gone! 
Forget what was, and invite the morning in.
And who knows? Soon, we may find you up and about again...


In fact I tell you, soon you'll start yearning, yearning for something new and fresh. 
You'll find yourself craving for adventure.
And adventure I assure you will come...


So stand up, and welcome this new time.

Film.

Here are some of my favorite shots I've taken!

Monday

September 19, 2011

A boy clad in blue with a hat on his head sits alone. On a boat in a wave-less sea he sits.

Lightning strikes and the waves rise to towering heights. He looks up and is frightened. But above it all he sees an eagle and at the sight of the great bird, the waves are frozen in time. Everything is still.

The boat does not rock or move. It stays. The noise of the storm remains but it does not affect the boat anymore. All the same, the sight of the giant waves scares him.

Again, he looks up. Now there are vultures circling. Their eyes are red and hungry for blood. They have a look in their eyes with a daunting threat saying: you are mine; we’ve eaten a friend, a father, and a mentor.

Yet, higher still he knows, the eagle remains––its glory like the sun, its majesty like no other.

He fumbles on a red ribbon tied on his arm and unties it. He holds his hands out, firmly griping on the ribbon. And with a tear in his eye releases it–allowing it to be lost in the waves that surround him.

The ribbon slowly sinks to the bottom of the black unmoving sea. He watches as it is lost in the darkness…

Manille.

Three and a half months in Manila!

Has it been that long already? It's like we just left. But then again, so much has happened-- we've only been here for three months?? Ha ha ha

Sorry for being on stealth mode since we moved back to the Philippines. You can hit me up and let's plan and catch up!

Manila's so big. There are so many people here. Grabe. I can't even... So overwhelming.

And traffic makes everything seem so far away!!

Just realized I haven't taken any "crowd" shots since I've been back.
So this instead, haha.

Anyway, quick update.

I was accepted into the De Lasalle University-- I'll be studying Behavioral Science major in Organizational and Social Development Management. Hehe, try saying that five times.

De La Salle University "Yuchengco " by Philip_V

The more I think about it, the more excited I become. Yes it wasn't my first choice, or second, or even third. But I'm gonna take it. I feel good about it.

I may just shift course next year into Communication Arts (my first choice, though there wasn't any slots left which is why I was redirected into Behavioral Sci) next year. But for all I know I might just enjoy and stay, he he. We'll see!!

I'm also in denial. I'm a soon-to-be college student?? What?? (Both feeling old and feeling young. Odd, I know.)

Beach.

☼ ES TAN FÁCIL HACER LAS VALIJAS EN VERANO ☺ 

(by Gustavo Piola Fotografía)

I want to sit by the beach.

Get burned by the sun.

Relax.

Listen to this song with the sand on my toes.

Have a splendid meal.

Then laugh with friends all night long till the moon sets.

Too late somehow?

What's up.

I'm blogging from my sister's iTouch and borrowing Internet from the Escosars next-door. (thanks, hehe) I haven't bogged in ages! I feel guitly lest I'm gonna post this whether it's too long or too short. Here we go.

Well, it's actually true this time. We're here for good (fr now); we live in the Philippines again!

We arrived about two weeks ago and stayed with Tita Edna in Makati for our first ten days. Last Friday, we finally moved into our house down south.

In many ways I'm glad to be back in Manila. Though the traffic and terrible air make me miss Penang, there's just something about this sense of new things to come that makes me excited.

As is usually true, moving is hard; goodbyes aren't easy and packing up and relocating, even harder still. But I enjoy discovering new things, meeting new people and rediscovering, well practically everything. I decide and agree that this next season of my life will be great.

I cannot wait to get back in touch with old friends, develop relationships with acquaintances and meet new people!

Random fact, insects seem to love me so. Caladryl has become new best friend.

This for now.

Cheers.

Never get to it.

I keep having ideas for blog posts, but I never get to it. Bum.