A Memorandum

Today I resurrect
Amid the pages
Long kept, long forgotten
Scribbled in papers of life reminiscences
How should I know
Amidst its mildewed pages
And ant-eaten ridges
Could I find a part of me I own?
Lest I forgot—
Lest I wallowed in the ordinary
Incessant daily bickering
Of some self-images in fitting familiarity
These years
Some linked tears
Blotching in creamy stares
Reverberate a child’s dream
Rising distinctly amidst waves of faces
To claim a place on lofty plane
A touch distant to soaring eagles

But God is good—
I received a memorandum today
Just in time to remind me—
Who I am—

My Dad's Tool Box

My dad’s tool box is lot like him.
Sturdy, been through a lot.
Made for hard work;
Held more inside than you’d ever guess.
Sometimes, he’d ask me to pass him a tool,
And I’d know what he knew—
How it felt to set things right,
To make things better, to care.
Over the years, my dad’s tool box
Has gotten heavy—
Heavy with memories.
Shiny.
Timeworn.
Each perfect in its way.
Memories that a dad makes..
Of things set right,
Of a world where two hands
And a good heart still make a difference.

Against All Odds

How can I just let you walk away,
Just let you leave without a trace
When I stand here taking every breath
With you, ooh-ooh
You're the only one
Who really knew me at all

How can you just walk away from me,
When all I can do is watch you leave
'Coz we've shared the laughter and the pain
And even shared the tears
You're the only one
Who really knew me at all

So take a look at me now,
Oh there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me,
Just the memory of your face
Ooh Take a look at me now,
Well there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against all odds
And that's what I've got to face

I wish I could just make you turn around,
Turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you,
So many reasons why
You're the only one
Who really knew me at all

So take a look at me now,
Well there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me,
Just the memory of your face
Now take a look at me now,
Cos there's just an empty space
But to wait for you,
Is all I can do and that's what I've got to face

Take a good look at me now,
Cos I'll still be standing here
And you coming back to me is against all odds
It's the chance I've gotta take

Did It Ever Happen To You?

“Did it ever happen to you?” A close friend of mine once asked me. I sensed the seriousness in her voice. “Happened what?” I asked. A long pause from her, she heaved a sigh and said, ”All along you thought you were so useful (valuable) for one person, and then after a while you figure things and find out the brutal hurtful truth, your existence was not good enough and all sham. You were nothing, of no use… worthless.”

I was a little surprised. Her face was straight, not a single tear fell. I presumed she’s all numbed. For the first time in my life, in that particular circumstance, I didn’t know how to react in response.

At one point in my life I also felt what my friend’s experiencing at that exact moment. I just didn’t know how to tell her our dissimilarity.. that right from the outset, I knew it was just all for convenience.

Did it ever happen to you?

Bag It!

Lacoste


I want this bag! I have long wanted it.

I can buy it as gift for myself, but there's this feeling in me. "Parang hinihintay ko na may magbigay sa akin nito.."

Sigh.