when worlds collide

Sometimes when you love someone, you want to give them the moon. Even though they probably wanted something totally different, like perhaps a flower, or a butterfly or maybe the sun.

Love blinds you, it makes you think that what’s good for you is good for the other person too, you fail to notice or refuse to accept that you actually value different things.

I’ve made this mistake a couple of times before. I’ve imposed my will on others because I thought that was what’s good for them. I was too caught up in my own reveries that I ignored what was in front of me, the telltale signs I didn’t see.

This is as vague as it gets, but this one’s for you. I’m sorry if I always beg for your time, if I always ask you to hang out with me, if I keep you away from what you’re supposed to be doing, if I don’t understand what’s important to you. I guess i just want to take enough of your memories with me to keep me company for all the days I will be spending without you, I know I’m being selfish.

I wish I knew how to deal with you better, but life didn’t give me a manual when you came into my world. I just guessed my way through it and sometimes it worked, but most of the times it didn’t.

I wish I could take away your pain, I wish I didn’t cause you any in the first place, but I was totally unprepared for you. If I could turn back time, I would do things differently, but time only moves forward, so I have to live with the consequences of my actions or inaction and I just have to make up for it.

I wish you didn’t have to build your walls, I wish we could talk like old friends who didn’t have any baggages, but as it is is, we have to figure this out and go through this together. I know you may want to go on your own way and leave me stranded, but I want you to remember this, even if this is the only thing you will remember from me:

I care for you deeply, although my words don’t always say it, and my actions don’t often reflect it, but I. Do. Care. For you. Deeply. I could lay down my life for you, you don’t even have to ask it.

So please be good while I’m gone, stay focused and keep chasing your dreams. Don’t let the world distract you from what’s real. Don’t stumble, but if you do, please rise up and wash the mud from your feet. Keep fighting the good fight. Don’t give up. I’m always cheering for you, no matter how far away from you I become.

I will always be proud of you.

And you probably already know this, but somehow writing it down makes it more real, I love you.

2015.11.15.8.13.p.m.

lost and found

This weekend is about finding things. But before I could find them, I had to lose them first.

Last night after I did my last minute hotel bookings, I couldn’t find my credit card. I remember placing it on the couch but then somehow between that and dinner, it disappeared. I have never really lost any material thing of value, but lately I’ve been misplacing items, forgetting stuff, losing track of time. So now I have a pile of tasks I need to do and none of them are getting done. I guess all these baggages weighing on me have taken a toll on my mind.

So back to the card, I searched high and low and finally stuck my hand in the sides of the couch then lo and behold – my brother’s missing brass retrakt from 8 months ago was there. It was all grimy and icky but still functional. So I took some lemon juice and baking soda (courtesy of wiki how and brilliant Mike) and proceeded to clean it. It didn’t come out shiny and there were still a few battle scars left but that would have to do for now. After all I was looking for a lost MasterCard not a brass ballpoint haha

After a few more negotiations with the couch, I finally found the missing card, it slipped into one of those hidden corners. Life is full of surprises, sometimes while we are in search of something we’ve lost, we come across something totally different that someone else has been looking for. I’m glad I was able to help my brother find his pen although I think he has already accepted it as gone. He doesn’t even want it anymore 🙂

Today I wanted to go up to the mountains before sunset so I can see the sky turn to pink. But because of my current state of mind, I somehow misplaced the car keys. I distinctly recall putting it inside my bag so I was at a loss when it wasn’t there. If it was a phone I could have called it, but the problem with keys is they don’t ring 🙂 After going up and down the house and burning 1000 calories, I found it on mom’s couch in her room. Now how did the keys walk there? Probably when I was changing clothes, or there’s an elf in the house, or I’m losing my mind haha any which way I’m glad I found it, although not where I expected it to be.

Maybe that’s how I should walk through life, open to finding things in the most unexpected places. And open to finding something totally different from what I was initially looking for.

I guess the lesson here is this, nothing is ever lost, nothing that can’t be found. If it can’t be found, then it’s not lost, it’s purposely hiding from you haha

Or just keep digging through couches, you don’t know what you’ll discover. 🙂

2015.11.7.5.08.p.m.

memory is such a fleeting thing or the search for an invisible pig

Today mom went to get her biometrics done at the local Comelec pop up booth so I am in charge of accompanying Lola at home. Everything was going well until she remembered that she lost her pig, somebody stole it, so we should get up and look for it. I told her that maybe they turned the pig into Lechon, this being the famous city of roasted pigs but she insisted that we go out and find it. And so we did.

Memory is such a fleeting thing, I wonder if someday I will reach 101 and look for lost pigs. How sad and confusing it must be to wake up to a future where the 101 year old me has lost a beloved pig and nobody is there to help me find it. I wonder if I will have grandchildren who will care for me and go on a quest with me or if I will be shipped to a facility with indifferent caregivers who don’t understand what it’s like to lose something they can’t see.

Today Lola and I are off to an adventure to find an invisible pig, and this will be one of best adventures I will always remember.

 2015.10.26.11.20.a.m.

in passing

We don’t talk about death in the family. Death is like a piece of dirt that we prefer to hide under the carpet rather than sweep away into its proper place.

I’ve wondered about this a lot of times. Why do we pretend it didn’t happen? Why do we keep quiet and go about our daily tasks thinking that if we ignore or deny its existence then death will just go away, and it won’t be real anymore?

Four days ago a neighbor threw away two one-day-old kittens outside our gate. One of them died on the spot, the other one fought for life, crying relentlessly, demanding to be heard, felt, loved.

I named him Miro, it would have been a miracle if he survived given his condition, but we tried anyway. We bought him pet’s milk and a nurser bottle and did our best to care for a little life that was carelessly thrown away by irresponsible people.

Sadly, miracles don’t grow on trees these days, not that it ever did, but I was hoping this once it would appear from out of nowhere to fight death, and let life win.

Life won. Miro passed away yesterday morning. He fought for life for a few days before death took him away ever so swiftly, silently, without mercy.

Today Miro’s little life was heard, felt, loved. And forever remembered.

dusk falls on oble

Many sunsets ago, I used to sit here waiting for the moon to come out while the naked stone man with his arms outstretched looked up to the sky as if in surrender. Perhaps he too was waiting for shooting stars, or for some sort of wisdom to rain like manna from heaven so that all important questions will finally be answered. 

If any such torrent ever happened back then, I was probably absent, because up to now I still have questions, but unlike before, when I was still blinded by the idealism of youth, I no longer care if these will ever be answered.  Maybe this only means I’m finally growing up, or I’m finally letting go.

I was big on meanings then, and I was so fixated on closure that I chased ghosts because I needed logic before I can accept things and let them be. Lately I’ve realized that it’s interesting to lead life not knowing what’s going to happen next, or why events happened in the past. It’s better just being in the moment, and taking it all in, like a masterpiece that just wants to be appreciated and not a subject that needs to be dissected in order to be understood.

Tonight I remember the 17 year old me whose tears fell on the concrete pavements of this university. I have probably not fully recovered from that first heartbreak and I think Theodore said it best, : “Sometimes I think I have felt everything I’m ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I’m not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.”

Maybe things were bigger then because I thought my mind was too small to understand everything. But the secret was never in understanding, rather in accepting, with arms outstretched, gazing at the heavens. I guess that stone guy knew this all along.

And if ever there’s one thing I learned from that girl who used to wait for sunsets, it’s this: “this too, shall pass”.

2014.03.19.6.31.p.m.


in transit

fading into mediocrity


A friend once asked me why I would want to leave this paradise to swim out there with the sharks.  This is a nice nook to grow roots in and though I’ve tried to escape this place a lot of times in the past, I keep coming back just because it’s so easy to just slip and slide here, to spin in place and fade into mediocrity. It’s a comfort zone and after the jungle I’ve been to, it’s a welcome change to finally find some peace and quiet.
When I expressed that I’ll be moving on to uncharted territory soon, my workmate said he’d rather be a big fish in a small pond than be a small fish in the big sea, that way he can affect how the current flows and he will matter more compared to those around him. While it might be tempting for a 5th grader to solve nursery rhymes to get an A+, I would rather try some polar coordinates to expand my understanding. After all, you’ll never know how far you can go unless you risk going too far.
It’s true, it’s so easy to just stay and not upset the waters, but my heart is a warrior and it will not rest until it has conquered its Kilimanjaro. Though I’ve been in free parking for a time now, I’m ready to throw my dice into the air to see where it lands, it could be Boardwalk or it could be jail, do not pass Go, do not collect $200, but I’ll never know until I try right? So here we go..

busy with pea bee sea

It’s that time of year when I have to play teacher and rate students based on their performance. So of course I had to find some distraction to pull me away from the task at hand ^^ well you know me, if something can be put off till tomorrow, then put it off now, right? 🙂

But seriously, life at work has been too.. for lack of a better word.. serious, it’s been all about numbers and targets and goals and vision, very grownup stuff and the little kid in me has been told to shut up. Maybe this is why our team started cooking up crazy challenges for us to hurdle, just so we will be reminded that we can actually do other things aside from our usual task, which is saving the world from becoming a dumb planet.

Last Saturday, we had a fun team event – amazing race style – where each group had to climb a hill, pose with a dragon, reenact a battle scene, take a drinking challenge and finally catch fish (10 to be exact) – all before lunch! The pit stops were scattered all over the city and the team may only ride jeepneys or motorcycles, nobody was allowed to take cabs. Now, if that’s not fun for you, I don’t know what is ;p

Tonight as I look at this spreadsheet and count other people’s achievements for the year, I wonder if I took in enough of the fun last weekend to help me get through.

I’m just glad I can write again.

what’s in a number?

it’s esp cycle once again and this should be fairly easy for me, a math major who’s into numbers and figures and percentages, there’s really nothing to it, the ranges are there, the factors are lined up, and all i actually need to do is plug the digits and submit them to my upline for approval. so what’s holding me back?

it’s just that these numbers just grew faces, and these faces have grown into people, and these
people have lives and families and hopes and dreams, and here i am putting a number on them.

so this is how it feels to grow a heart.