"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

letters to africa

dear africa,

it's raining again... even in this world, it rains almost incessantly. if i were with you i wouldn't have to worry about rain, and you know how i hate it when it rains. tell me, dear friend... am i bound to drown in the rising tide? or will i swim out of this one?

i wish you didn't have to answer that... and maybe i shouldn't have asked at all.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

today in history...

April 15... the 105th day of the year in the Gregorian calendar (106th in leap years)


today in history:
1865 - Abraham Lincoln dies after being shot the previous evening by John Wilkes Booth

1923 - insulin first became generally available for use by diabetics

1955 - the first ever McDonald's restaurant opens in Des Plaines, Illinois

1983 - Tokyo Disneyland opens

1452 - Leonardo da Vinci is born

1959 - Emma Thompson, born

1990 - Emma Watson, born

Monday, March 13, 2006

separate compartments

go ahead and cry now,
just give in to the madness...
the only way to feel your joy is first to feel your sadness.

go ahead and sail now,
just give in to the ocean...
the only way to tame your fear is to feel her rocky motion.

all of the hapiness you seek,
all of the joy for which you pray,
is closer than you think...
it's just a hundred tears away.

-- 100 tears away


chances are i'll see you
somewhere in my dreams tonight...
you'll be smiling like the night we met.

chances are i'll hold you
and i'll offer all i have...
you're the only one i can't forget.

baby, you're the best i've ever met...

-- chances are


when your day is long,
and the night...
and the night is yours alone.

when you think you've had enough
of this life...
hang on.

don't let yourself go,
'cause everybody cries
and everybody hurts...
sometimes.

-- everybody hurts


well, excuse me,
'cause i've mistaken you for somebody else...
somebody who gave a damn,
somebody more like myself...

-- foolish games


there's a secret path i follow
to a place no one could find...
where i meet my perfect someone
i've kept hidden in my mind...

well, my heart makes my decisions
'til my dream becomes a vision...
and the love i feel
makes him real, someday...

'cause i know he's out there somewhere
just beyond my reach...
though i've never really touched him
or ever heard him speak...
though we've never been together,
we've never been apart...
no, we've never met,
haven't found him yet...
but i know him by heart.

-- i know him by heart


sometimes, some people get me wrong
when it's something i've said or done...
sometimes, you feel there is no fun
that's why you turn and run...
but now i truly realize,
some people don't wanna compromise.
well, i saw them with my own eyes
spreading those lies...
well, i don't wanna live my life,
too many sleepless nights,
not mentioning the fights...

i'm walking away,
from the troubles in my life.
i'm walking away,
to find a better day.

-- walking away


if your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
i'll be the moon that shines on your path
the sun may blind your eyes,
i'll pray the skies above
for snow to fall on the sahara

if that's the only place where you can leave your doubts
i'll hold you up and be a way out
and if we burn our way,
i'll pray the skies above
for snow to fall on the sahara

-- snow on the sahara


i've been thinking...
i've been thinking, i've been thinking too much,
i just wanna live now for a little while
and cast my dreams to the wind.

don't wanna wonder...
don't wanna wonder what it's all about,
i'm just working for a living, singing with my friends
as i cast my dreams to the wind.

i wanna fly...
i wanna fly down the highway to my home away from home,
this funky, funky club on fairfax avenue,
and see you.

and i'll never give up,
because what is there to give up anyway?
i'm just workin' for a living, workin' for my pay...
in maryland it's raining somewhere in some cafe.

maryland i'm coming home,
never worry about what i did wrong...
and i'll never be what my daddy wanted me to be,
i'll never see what my mama's dreams were.

but, i can sing...

-- maryland

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

rut my word

I have you in a rut…
And you have me coursing through literary articles…
The greatest of tidings should be remembered in the golden pages of history books as they should be in a commoner’s blog…
When I am happy, I often have none of the creativity in me to write…
Depression is my fuel…
Calm surrender is my literary poison…
How odd that these times of breathing in the morning air are left to the Earth’s memory alone…
For no journals have been kept…
No memoirs published…
You are at the point when there is actually none to complain about…
None to open the floodgates that keep you up nights orchestrating words into coherent sentences…
Come to think of it…
That’s actually a good thing…

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

letters to africa...

dear africa,


it doesn't feel like christmas. not here, not now... not to me. with everything all perked up with color and twinkling lights, all i could think of is how i'd be able to escape my self-made prison. the cold yuletide air is an aid that i am thankful for... at least i'm not the only one who's cold. not for this season, that is. christmases were meant to be carefree... now, they're but the deep breath that preceeds a great plunge. i'd rather freeze in mid-air... than burn down south.

letters to africa...

dear africa,


i ditched the music that was my friend... sometimes, a girl just needs a half. in my case, i need a whole lott'a set of halves. maybe that ought'a do the trick.


went to the mall with an old friend. just checked out a few things... and got ourselves checked out by people as well. not that we tried. and i, for one, am a natural stand-out in this black & white city. the mall was unusually crowded today... not that it ever wasn't, especially on a sunday afternoon... but, quite a number of people made cameos in the flashback that was your mall trip. and with all the other faceless people, you come to realize, what they say you are. though, it's only as far as it goes... still, the affirmation stands. i think to myself... they don't know me.

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

currency (the miniseries)

exhibit d: christmas is everywhere... at the malls, offices, restaurants, people's houses, and most of all, in the air. so, what does the chilly yuletide breeze bring forth to wide-eyed lad such as myself? christmas ice cream special! i know, i know... not exactly your typical eggnog and cookies kind'a setting, eh? but hey, works for me! now, aside from Cold Rock, this ice cream flavor that i'm talkin' about is just absolutely wicked by definition... i've tagged it as "simply divine" because it's the type that can move you to tears. Nestle's Chocolate and Cherries brings the refreshing holiday breeze straight to your palate... not to sound like a promo or infomercial here, but, it really does. if you don't believe me, then try it yourself! they've done a wondrous treatment to the cherry flavor that it just bursts with life the moment your tongue makes contact. as the food alchemist that i am, i tossed in some kitkat (broken up into pieces) and topped it with chocolate syrup... you can just taste it, can't ya? well, what are you waiting for? grab a pint, now!

castaway rant...

whoever said that "no man is an island" should be sent off TO an island... 'cause, what if you were? what if you didn't need anyone else's crap? what if all you'll ever need are books, cartoons, good fried chicken, and shopping money? okay... technically, you couldn't make those out of thin air. but, that wasn't my point. subtly put... what if i were never meant to share my bed? having been surrounded by all that quest for a particular someone to fulfill a particular purpose, i have only realized more that my current state is an anomaly. i have seen those who sought beauty... those of brawns... of profession and intellect... and there are those who've been blinded only by what they wanted to see. still, to be immersed in the qualms of soft selling and blatant bargains, i found my own heart steadfast and calm. looking back now, i cannot recall the reason why my heart was so angry... it may have healed it's own wounds. more so now, that i have peace with myself... forgiven as well as forgotten. this is the point when i can say that i am complete within myself, so i need not look unto others to complete me... in a non-platonic, romantic context, that is. for now, my journey bears only my own interest. i am the wind goes wherever my whim pleases... this independence, sweet surrender.

The Perfect BF...

to be perfect, is to be the concept of ideal. the epitome of being... flawless, superior, paramount. perfect, is the benchmark that we derive favorable traits and or variables from. a principle that almost if not every person aims to achieve. and yet, it is said that none but God is perfect. man is not God. hence, man can not be perfect... perfect, an intangible composite of predefined variables deemed to be the pinnacle of state of being.so, have you seen him? my boyfriend... my perfect boyfriend.
i am he, the perfect boyfriend.
i can greet you with the perfect smile on our first encounter. i can be the perfect gentleman on our first date. i can get the bill each and every time we eat out. i can take you home everytime as well. i can kiss you good night on our first date. i can rush out in the middle of the night only to be with you. i can bring you flowers on our anniversary. i can cook you dinner too. i can win your friends in a second. i can satisfy your most earthly desires, and your friends would envy you. i can drop my life just to be at your side. i can say the right things at all the right times. i can spend my fortune just to be called romantic. i can sing our song to you before you sleep. i can fix, lift, and bring stuff in and out of the house. i can be your doctor, confidant, and companion. i can plan our future together. i can provide for all your needs and wants. i can promise to love you 'til time's end. i can make you believe in the power of love. and i can say as many things that i can think of that would be a perfect boyfriend's traits.
i can be the perfect boyfriend.
wait... i AM the perfect boyfriend. perfect, a concept, an ideal, intangible...

currency (a miniseries)

just as there's a continuous wave of socio-economic-political issues hitting our country in spades, there's an almost equal, if not greater, quantity of things that keep my spirits up and make me look forward to a new day in this stolen life of mine...
exhibit a: the past weeks have been kind to me, and the yuletide atmosphere is a welcome spike in my punch... hence, i've gone ga-ga over christmas decors! for a whole week, i have done nothing but shop for home improvements and D-I-Y myself to exhaustion. try trimming a tree all by yourself and taking it all down (by yourself) about two days after because you have to add lights and flowers. what's more, try holding the upper detachable half of that trimmed tree vertically with your left hand while securing the base of that same tree with your right... hard to imagine, yes... but even more difficult to accomplish, believe me. that's my christmas spirit on steroids... unwavering.
exhibit b: being your own interior designer slash electrician slash janitor slash cable guy slash tech support guy all rolled up into one is no friggin' joke... so, after toiling under my own control freak tendencies, i know i can have my cake and eat it too... figuratively and literally. requests are usually guilt-free to make and easier to fulfil after doing something nice; such as house cleaning and reorganizing. so, my every whim is attended to... from tuna sandwiches to spaghetti, fruit juices, rice cakes, french fries, sweet desserts, pancakes, cereals, fried chicken, and ice cream, no food request comes short of being in excess when made after an evident "before and after" house makeover. and speaking of ice cream...
exhibit c: about a few months ago, my late night channel surfings introduced me to an amazing product, that it thrives to be divine decadence of my sweet tooth... cold rock ice cream!!! from what i can recall, with their current selection of ice cream flavors and mix-ins, it would take you about 50 years to sample every combination there is! (and that's just an estimate) good lord! the moment i saw that segment on the living asia channel, i wanted to get my ass back to manila and treat myself to that feast! i was disappointed, however, that they only had one branch open, and that was at the fort... okay, operative words being, "had" and "was"... not anymore they don't baby! i stumbled upon their newly opened branch in the holy grounds of greenbelt 3... and, man! was i excited! kind'a like bein' a kid in an ice cream parlor! (uhm, duh? like, that ain't the case already) so, after purchasing my movie tickets, i waltzed right into the place (no kiddin'... i actually "waltzed"... you should'a seen me) and sampled my taste buds to what would be my reason for living for quite a long time... melodramatic just for ice cream, huh? well... it's my thing.

divinations for a dear friend...

in this life, i know not much...
for i, too am still learning...
but, i have known you for many years, my friend...
and that is something i know i can indulge on...
talks and drinks, we may not have had much together, you and i...
but, i see that is now irrelevant...
for to say that you are a jolly good fellow, need not be molded by countless hours and liquor...
only, they will have been born of a moment in your company...
now, you have traversed a road less traveled for us, your brethren...
and to venture earlier than the sun greets the flower, we offer our hopes...
none of life's journeys are ever easy, much less, undaunting...
but, see where you are now and how much you've grown...
you've come a long way my friend, since we first met...
bear with you no fear, only honesty and love...
the only things you need to know are already known to you, just listen to what your heart says, and life will mean anew.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

romantic heroes...

"i guess the perfect guy would be…
he’s someone who could…
he could be anywhere in the world, but he chooses to be with her, because…
life is better with her by his side…
what do you think? did i pass the test?"

mr. and mrs. plate...

"some things are true whether you believe in them or not..."

"i don't believe you... you feel that?!"

"i'm not afraid. when they ask me what i like the best, i'll tell them it was you."

moving pictures and written words...

i'm there again..
that phase when i watch movies...
cry at their sad parts...
quote the characters...

and put 'em here...

hehehe!

just saw "City of Angels" yesterday afternoon... (on cable)
then "The Perfect Man" last night... (DVD)
and "My Sassy Girl" just a while ago... (DVD)

so...
bring on the quotes...

of Gyeong Woo's...

just saw "My Sassy Girl" (movie)...
and loved it... like, capital "L" for LoveDDDD...
if there were more movies like this one,
then i'd probably have more of a reason to not go out of the house anymore...
i'd be stuck at home...
in front of the television...
with a big box of Kleenex by my side...
(and a whole mess of crumpled tissues around me)

i found myself laughing and giggling 'cause of their new found relationship...
but...
that part in the restaurant with her blind date...
just brought me to tears faster than Japan's bullet train...
i was crying and shivering before i even knew it...
for those that have already seen it...
here's that (subtitled) part...



i have a good memory.
i’ll recite them…
first, don’t ask her to be feminine.
and…
second, don’t let her drink over three glasses…
she’ll beat someone.
at a café, drink coffee instead of coke or juice.
if she hits you, act like it hurts…
if it hurts, act like it doesn’t.
on your 100th day together, give her a rose during her class…
she’ll like it a lot.
make sure you learn fencing and squash.
also, be prepared to go to prison sometimes.
if she says she’ll kill you, don’t take it lightly…
you’ll feel better.
if her feet hurts, exchange shoes with her.
and finally, she likes to write…
encourage her.

my own "synopsis"...

i used to cry over guys...
but now...
i only reserve my tears for good movies.


~ jason