Things simply fall

into place.

Moments are immortalized in memories.

Beneath the Hazy Cloud

Alone,

in the dark, I stand.

Above me,

thick, hazy clouds

hover the night sky,

seeming impenetrable.

Beyond what my eyes can see,

beneath the violet fog,

mesmerizing diamonds

sparkle with glee.

I stand still,

waiting, waiting and waiting;

oblivious of the horrors around me.

My ears,

deaf,

and my skin,

unable to feel,

as I kept my eyes fixed

on the violet cloud.

I do not notice

the time ticking.

For eternity, I could stay,

according to my inkling.

My body grows tired,

as my faithful heart

fervently waits

for the stars

to shine down on me

again.

October 12, 2008

Sunday

10:45pm

I'm back

i'm going to be honest --- the writer side of me is broken. i don't know exactly why, but words just don't flow as easily as it used to. much to my soul's objection, it came to a point wherein i actually felt it was useless to write. it's a struggle, yet i'm not giving up. i won't give up.

i don't claim to be particularly excellent in writing. i write because i want to touch lives, in some way. only a few days ago, my good friend reminded me of this, when i wrote a little something for him. i may not be perfect in grammar, form and whatnot, but i believe my soul's got enough passion for this endeavor, despite this battle inside me. to make someone smile or to make someone feel s/he is not alone in his/her experience in life through my works is enough reason for me to keep writing.

while i'm "recuperating" as a writer, i'll be posting some of my old works from time to time. i've been posting at different blogs; it's time to compile them all in one blog.

happy reading.

P.S. to those who've loved at least once in their lives... Happy Valentine's Day. cheers!

In dreams he sang to me. In dreams he came… that voice which calls to me and speaks my name. And do I dream again? For now I find…

The Phantom of the Opera has been playing in my head ever since I watched The Music of Andrew Lloyd Webber in the Cultural Center of the Philippines (CCP) last Sunday. Before watching the concert, I was not quite sure what to expect except that I would be able to listen to songs from various musicals like Cats, Jesus Christ Superstar, Evita and The Phantom of the Opera. I was honestly a bit apprehensive, because advertisements for this concert did not really specify who was going to perform (later on I discovered that it was the stars from the Australian musical theater).

The concert was some sort of a mini-musical —- the audience got a taste of a little bit of everything from Andrew Lloyd Webber’s creations. My personal favorites were One Rock and Roll Too Many (from Starlight Express), Don’t Cry for me Argentina (from Evita), Love Never Dies (from Love Never Dies), All I Ask of You and The Phantom of the Opera (both from The Phantom of the Opera). I have watched musicals before, but this is the first time that I actually heard such perfectly clear and powerful voices. The performers did not lack talent in dancing and acting as well. The energy they gave off was flawless. When the song was lively and jolly, they would exude those emotions. When the song was sentimental or dramatic, the performers would make the audience feel just that.

To add to this, what amazed me was that there were only seven performers (four men, three ladies). The show ran for two hours, with only ten to fifteen minutes of intermission, yet the energy and the passion of the performers were consistent. Even though The Phantom of the Opera was sung at the latter part of the show, I still got goosebumps. I was seated at the far end of the auditorium, but I still felt the mood of the song. I felt it overwhelmingly, at that.

At the end of the show, not only did I applaud for the Australian musical theater, I was also able to appreciate Andrew Lloyd Webber’s works more. The Music of Andrew Lloyd Webber highlighted his creativity, versatility and greatness —- a tribute Andrew Lloyd Webber deserved.

It's all about balance

My friend, Jetro, stumbled upon this story. Happy reading! :)

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous “yes.” The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognise that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things–your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favourite passions–things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. “The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else–the small stuff.

“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical check-ups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal.

“Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled. “I’m glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of beers.”

Delta

A few days ago, I changed my Twitter username from wordsforthegods to tinmilitante. Today I changed my blog URL here in Blogger... from wordsforthegods to justwritetin. For quite a while wordsforthegods was the standard username I used in social networks, but even before that I used several different ones. People say I usually pick odd usernames, yet there's a story behind each of them (I won't go into specifics).

If there's one person who loves the idea of change, that's me. I change my hairstyle, my wallpaper, my nail polish, my mobile phone, my hobbies, my anything when I feel like it. Once I was too detached from the world. Recently I re-learned to commit. It is for that reason, I believe, that I am gradually settling down to (hopefully) permanent choices.

Hmmm... let's see.

(Despite saying in my previous post that I did not like writing enough, I decided to continue blogging. Right now I am still uncertain about what I want to do with my love for it. What I am sure about is that I do not want to let it go completely.)