To move from where you have been frozen.

To lift a finger. To raise an arm.

To stand from a bed forgotten by broken promises.

To walk. To run.

To see the road blocked by bitter memories.

To continue the journey.

To close the eyes.

To see not.

Hear not.

Feel not.

To wash the wound.

Mend the heart.

To leave behind a hundred stabs.

You gather enough ( Read more... )

Tidus & Yuna- Think of me

Naiyak ako sa kantang ito. May naalala ako.

Packing my bags this morning
Was the hardest thing to do
But packing my bags was so easy
Compared to standing outside your door right now
to say goodbye to you

Think of me
I know you've never seen me cry
Think of me
But it's so hard to say goodbye
Think of me
What can I say to show you
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Landmark play Pagsambang Bayan to be restaged

In August 1977, a play that said everything against martial law was performed in UP Diliman. Being already on its fifth year, the dictator Marcos had become cocksure that his military regime would last forever. Now here was this unlikely play, defying its might.

“Even before opening night,” wrote Dr. ( Read more... )

LOVING

Thoughts this Valentines Day

“It is by loving and not by being loved that one comes nearer to the soul of another.”

February 13. A Friday with just a one-hour Biology class to attend to. It was only 2:30 in the afternoon when the class ended.  I walked along the academic oval, trying to think of something productive to do. Thesis, I ( Read more... )

"I am a Daughter of God"

Thoughts from the Young Women President devotional

February 1, 2009

Provident Chapel, Marikina City

I am a daughter of God.

But perhaps that didn’t quite manifest as I entered the chapel yesterday.

I entered the hall looking rather scruffy. It was only 3 o’clock in the afternoon and it has already been a long and ( Read more... )

One last rant and I’m done.

(Yes. I am confident enough that he won’t read this. Di siya nagbabasa ng blog ko. And yes, last na’to, pagbigyan nyo na ko mag-emo.)

I do not have a bed to sleep on. I just finished sorting out stuff. The family’s kind of, er, packing up and the house is quite a mess. Now my bed turned out to be a big table full of ( Read more... )

Nag-aayos ako ng mga papel-papel sa kwarto ko at nakita ko itong isang essay na ginawa ko nung grade 5. Naalala ko pa, pinasulat ako noon ng English teacher ko ng isang essay. “Who is the most important person of the century?” yung theme. Bigla na lang may dumating na certificate galing sa Time Magazine. Sinali pala ng teacher ko yung essay ko sa ( Read more... )

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Bum bum biram, bum bum biram-ram. BUM. Hahaha. Dalawang araw na akong bum guys. Kahapon, tulog kami ni Kimie at Duga hanggang 12:30 ng tanghali tapos kumain lang kami at naligo at nag-attempt na manood ng film pero eventually, natulog lang din kami ulit. And for sure, hindi lang ako ang bum. Nagmamanifest ang pagka-bum ng mga tao sa kanilang mga ( Read more... )