Lahat ba ng bagay ay kailangan ng paliwanag? Kung hindi naman maiintindihan ang isang bagay, bakit pa ito kailangang ipaliwanag?
Sa bagay, kung tatahimik na lang ang isang taong gustong magtanong, lalong wala siyang malalaman. Kung magtatanong siya at maraming kasagutan, makikita niya ang pinakamalinaw na paliwanag kapag mas marami ang pinagtanungan niya. Kung magtatanong siya at wala namang kasagutan dito, maski papaano, malalaman niyang walang sagot, hindi ba?
Ano sa palagay mo, naintindihan mo ba ang paliwanag ko? Naliwanagan ka ba o nadiliman kang lalo?
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Mga Pagbabago
Simula sa araw na ito, ang mga blog na mababasa ninyo rito ay masusulat na sa wikang Filipino. Kung nais po ninyong patuloy na mabasa ang aking mga likha sa Inggles, malaya po kayong makadadalaw sa On Life and Me, ang bago kong blog.
Pakiramdam ko po kasi ay kailangan kong magsanay rin sa pagsusulat sa ating sariling wika.
Maraming salamat po!
Pakiramdam ko po kasi ay kailangan kong magsanay rin sa pagsusulat sa ating sariling wika.
Maraming salamat po!
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Monday, August 16, 2004
The Legend of 1900
"You're never really done with as long as you have a good story to tell and someone to tell it to."
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
The Pain of Distance
I am here, you are there.
I call and you answer.
But the voice that I hear
Can ne'er be you, my dear.
I am here, you are there.
All that to me are near--
Pain, heartache, and despair
Sad tears fall, steps falter.
When are you coming back?
When will this aching halt?
Speak, bring light to the dark.
Why should we have to part?
I call and you answer.
But the voice that I hear
Can ne'er be you, my dear.
I am here, you are there.
All that to me are near--
Pain, heartache, and despair
Sad tears fall, steps falter.
When are you coming back?
When will this aching halt?
Speak, bring light to the dark.
Why should we have to part?
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Sharp Tongue
Why I'm so glad I only have one tongue! (I think my loved ones and colleagues share this sentiment.)
So many times have I put myself and others in awkward situations just because of a few impulsive syllables. Yes, I have my moments of wit and brilliance when world-changing ideas (ahem) pop out of the green substance of my skull. Those instances, however, are quite rare. :)
But for the times when I say stupid things that hurt, even devastate, how I wish I could turn back time! How I wish life is like the VCRs in the office where one button could reverse all events and I can return to scene one.
Oh if only I could zip my mouth faster than I could think of a silly thought!
My! My! Me and my big mouth and sharp tongue! Hmmm...what could be the solution?
Maybe I can shut my mouth, then it would be smaller! Maybe I can dull my tongue by...I wonder what. I can dull my tongue by rolling it often, but it would need lubrication. Ah, maybe warm, dark chocolate that melts in the mouth and cold, milky ice cream that melts at room temperature. But what about my tonsils? They'd be swollen again and I would have fever and I'd miss work and I'd lie in bed all day and I won't be able to talk much. :(
God help me!
So many times have I put myself and others in awkward situations just because of a few impulsive syllables. Yes, I have my moments of wit and brilliance when world-changing ideas (ahem) pop out of the green substance of my skull. Those instances, however, are quite rare. :)
But for the times when I say stupid things that hurt, even devastate, how I wish I could turn back time! How I wish life is like the VCRs in the office where one button could reverse all events and I can return to scene one.
Oh if only I could zip my mouth faster than I could think of a silly thought!
My! My! Me and my big mouth and sharp tongue! Hmmm...what could be the solution?
Maybe I can shut my mouth, then it would be smaller! Maybe I can dull my tongue by...I wonder what. I can dull my tongue by rolling it often, but it would need lubrication. Ah, maybe warm, dark chocolate that melts in the mouth and cold, milky ice cream that melts at room temperature. But what about my tonsils? They'd be swollen again and I would have fever and I'd miss work and I'd lie in bed all day and I won't be able to talk much. :(
God help me!
My Dream Wedding
Last night, I dreamed I was getting married. I didn't wake up blissful, however, as I would have expected from such kind of dream. I woke up distraught and depressed.
Why? Because I was marrying someone I did not even know! I was to commit a lifetime with someone I have never even seen before! All I know (in my dream, of course) is that my parents like him and that they were the ones who arranged everything.
I came to the wedding late, wearing only church clothes. I remember feeling terrible, awkward, and wanting to cry, shout, or both. There was only a handful of people around us. Their faces did not register in my mind, although I know that they are ignorant of how I feel.
It was so weird! For the first time, I realized how terrible it would feel to marry someone other than the man I love now. It felt so...unreal.
When I told my roommate about it this morning, she immediately thought of some interpretation. So I asked her, "Do dreams really need interpretation?" Isn't the dream the answer itself?
Why? Because I was marrying someone I did not even know! I was to commit a lifetime with someone I have never even seen before! All I know (in my dream, of course) is that my parents like him and that they were the ones who arranged everything.
I came to the wedding late, wearing only church clothes. I remember feeling terrible, awkward, and wanting to cry, shout, or both. There was only a handful of people around us. Their faces did not register in my mind, although I know that they are ignorant of how I feel.
It was so weird! For the first time, I realized how terrible it would feel to marry someone other than the man I love now. It felt so...unreal.
When I told my roommate about it this morning, she immediately thought of some interpretation. So I asked her, "Do dreams really need interpretation?" Isn't the dream the answer itself?
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