A Dialogue: To me you are Moon.

I knew you were watching me. From the very beginning. I was irked at having your warm gaze all over me, like a hot sun on a full blast on a summer day. Whenever you are around, it makes me feel like my sacred loneliness is violated. It feels like all of my breath is taken away and my heart is pumping mad, angry and overwhelmed at the same time.

You were like a dog following me around. I hated that. And much more, I hated the way you looked at me, as if you were looking at my very soul. As if I didn't have any flesh or bones to hide my heart with. Your big, round eyes can see everything. I want to hide whenever you're around. But the strange thing is, I want you around.

I wanted you around.

A Dialogue: To me you are Night.

I'm still looking for the traces of your existence.
Inside my head, on my bed, in the shadows.
You were there. I know you were there.
The only thing I heard from you was half a beat, lips puckering to form a word. Eyes glinting under the moonlight, your jet black hair dancing under the night.

Night.

That's your name. To me you are night. The dark end of the day. Nothing about you is bright. Your countenance manifests deep sorrow, as painful as the number of times you allowed needles to pierce through your body. The result was beautiful: a healthy swivel of tattoos over your arm, in full color. The hues were fading now, but I wonder. Maybe at the beginning, everything was draped in one: bloody red.

The things I should be reminded to do...

Because things slowed down this Holy Week, I've got lots of time to think. Well, basically I can blame it on the summer heat and our uncooperative Internet connection. Philippines, c'mon.

The many things I wanted to say:

Love never fails.

Love never fails. At the end of the day, even if sometimes, I'm looking to slip into someone's arms and fall over that one dear hand who can physically assuage my broken soul, an invisible, constant love is enough. Human hands aren't always there. And sometimes, human hands can be careless. Human hands can hurt too.

Devodiary: A big bear hug

Last night, I had my "talk." It was one of those beautiful moments when I just come to God like a child running after finding out something bad, and hoping that His big, loving arms could comfort me. It did. It always has.

A Tuesday Story

I was born on a Tuesday. 1985.
In a pleasant afternoon where the next day
All of the world rejoices
New Year has come.
My birthday was something kind of a jubilee
There were fireworks, celebrations and laughter.
Round things, wine and families getting together.
That day was a Tuesday.

I am officially a happy, smiley girl. For many official reasons.

Because really, when you do things out of your heart, the fullness of God's blessings blossom.

Current Chronicles: Never going back that road. Again.

Hello blog, I missed you. I tremble to think that this has become a 'Current Chronicles' blog but since my current chronicles are all about work, I don't have time to write freely. Okay. I lied. I'm just being lazy.

To the strongest woman I know, Happy Birthday!

Happy birthday, Mama, and to the woman who borne you, whom we've all been missing sorely.