Friday, August 30, 2013

You are my Sunrise



You are my Sunrise

This morning I saw the birth of a sunrise like I have never seen before
The orange haze on the clouds giving away what was to come
The tip of this fiery body slowly emerging from beneath the horizon
A powerful event that marked the beginning for some and the end for others

In the midst of all of this my mind kept wandering to you
Damn, one more moment that I wish I could share with you
One more moment that I want you to feel, to have, to live with me
Far too soon it becomes too intense; I close my eyes but I can still see

My heart felt like it was on fire, just like my eyes
I felt all the love I have felt in a lifetime at this single point in time
It was as if I was overdosing on something, overdosing on love
I swallowed, desperately trying to clear my throat

I can see the glow around you, the fiery person that you are
So quietly beautify, but so intense when you want to be
So warm to my heart, so hot to my touch, so life-giving to my soul
You are my sunrise

(c) 2007 by Gerard C Johnson

http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/gcj/you_are_my_sunrise

Sunday, April 14, 2013

The Man with the Hoe

After all these years, All you can remember are the songs and poems you memorized. Some hate repetitions.So I dare you, read this once and memorize. Can you? The key to perfection is repetition. Want to acquire a skill, and be a master, therefore do it repeatedly.

The Man with the Hoe by Edwin Markham
Third Year English subject
Santa Cruz Academy
Zambales, PHL
Year 1992
Teacher: Ms. Patricia Marty

http://www.vggallery.com/painting/p_0648.htm

The Man With The Hoe by Edwin Markham


Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face,
And on his back the burden of the world.
Who made him dead to rapture and despair,
A thing that grieves not and that never hopes.
Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?
Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?
Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?
Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?

Is this the Thing the Lord God made and gave
To have dominion over sea and land;
To trace the stars and search the heavens for power;
To feel the passion of Eternity?
Is this the Dream He dreamed who shaped the suns
And marked their ways upon the ancient deep?
Down all the stretch of Hell to its last gulf
There is no shape more terrible than this —
More tongued with censure of the world's blind greed —
More filled with signs and portents for the soul —
More fraught with menace to the universe.

What gulfs between him and the seraphim!
Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him
Are Plato and the swing of Pleiades?
What the long reaches of the peaks of song,
The rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose?
Through this dread shape the suffering ages look;
Time's tragedy is in the aching stoop;
Through this dread shape humanity betrayed,
Plundered, profaned, and disinherited,
Cries protest to the Powers that made the world.
A protest that is also a prophecy.

O masters, lords and rulers in all lands,
Is this the handiwork you give to God,
This monstrous thing distorted and soul-quenched?
How will you ever straighten up this shape;
Touch it again with immortality;
Give back the upward looking and the light;
Rebuild in it the music and the dream,
Make right the immemorial infamies,
Perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes?

O masters, lords and rulers in all lands
How will the Future reckon with this Man?
How answer his brute question in that hour
When whirlwinds of rebellion shake all shores?
How will it be with kingdoms and with kings —
With those who shaped him to the thing he is —
When this dumb Terror shall rise to judge the world.
After the silence of the centuries?



Life was hard, love was easy

Magdalena does not know when Julian will die, but she knows it is soon. It is a constant awareness. There is no forgetting it. Maybe it will take months. Maybe years. She does not know, but she is certain she will be left alone. She is glad she found him, glad she loved him, and when the last of his sunsets are gone, she will wait under the tarp of a tent that hunkers square across the sea, for all the other sunsets that he will miss while she misses him. - Rappler.com


Life was hard, love was easy
Patricia Evangelista and Carlo Gabuco
Life was hard, Love was Easy

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Blonde and Blue Eyes


Pinay wins it big in London
 
By Alfred Yuson
The Philippine Star 05/16/2004
 

Patricia Evangelista, a 19-year-old, Mass Communications sophomore of University of the Philippines(UP)-Diliman, did the country proud Friday night by besting 59 other student contestants from 37 countries in the 2004 International Public Speaking competition conducted by the English Speaking Union (ESU) in London.

She triumphed over a field of exactly 60 speakers from all over the English-speaking world, including the United States, United Kingdom and Australia, reported Maranan.

The board of judges‚ decision was unanimous, according to contest chairman Brian Hanharan of the British Broadcasting Corp. (BBC).

 

PATRICIA'S SHORT SPEECH WORTH READING....

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BLONDE AND BLUE EYES
 

When I was little, I wanted what many Filipino¬?children all over the country wanted. I wanted to be blond, blue-eyed, and white.

I thought -- if I just wished hard enough and was good enough, I'd wake up on Christmas morning with snow outside my window and freckles across my nose!

More than four centuries under western domination does that to you. I have sixteen cousins. In a couple of years, there will just be five of us left in the Philippines, the rest will have gone abroad in search of "greener pastures." It's not just an anomaly; it's a trend;  the Filipino diaspora. Today, about eight million Filipinos are scattered around the world.


There are those who disapprove of Filipinos who choose to leave. I used to. Maybe this is a natural reaction of someone who was left behind, smiling for family pictures that get emptier with each succeeding year. Desertion, I called it. My country is a land that has perpetually fought for the freedom to be itself.Our heroes offered  their lives in the struggle against the Spanish,the Japanese, the Americans. To pack up and deny that identity is tantamount to spitting on that sacrifice.

Or is it? I don't think so, not anymore. True, there is no denying this phenomenon, aided by the fact that what was once the other side of the world is now a twelve-hour plane ride away. But this is a borderless world, where no individual can claim to be purely from where¬he is now.  My mother is of Chinese descent, my father is a quarter Spanish, and I call myself a pure Filipino-a hybrid of sorts resulting from a combination of cultures.

Each square mile anywhere in the world is made up of people of different ethnicities, with national identities and individual personalities. Because of this, each square mile is already a microcosm of the world. In as much as this blessed spot that is England is the world, so is my neighborhood back home.

Seen this way, the Filipino Diaspora, or any sort of dispersal of populations, is not as ominous as so many claim. It must be understood. I come from a Third World country, one that is still trying mightily to get back on its feet after many years of dictatorship. But we shall make it, given more time. Especially now, when we have thousands of eager young minds who graduate from college every year. They have skills. They need jobs. We cannot absorb them all.

A borderless world presents a bigger opportunity, yet one that is not so much abandonment but an extension of identity. Even as we take, we give back. We are the 40,000 skilled nurses who support the UK's National Health Service. We are the quarter-of-a-million seafarers manning most of the world's commercial ships.We are your software engineers in Ireland, your construction
workers in the Middle East, your doctors and caregivers in North America, and, your musical artists in London's West End.
 

Nationalism isn't bound by time or place. People from other nations migrate to create new nations, yet still remain essentially who they are. British society is itself an example of a multi-cultural nation, a melting pot of races, religions,arts and cultures. We are, indeed, in a borderless world!

Leaving sometimes isn't a matter of choice. It's coming back that is. The Hobbits of the shire traveled all over Middle-Earth, but they chose to come home, richer in every sense of the word. We call people like these balikbayans or the 'returnees'-- those who followed their dream, yet choose to return and share their mature talents and good fortune.

In a few years, I may take advantage of whatever opportunities come my way. But I will come home. A borderless world doesn't preclude the idea of a home. I'm a Filipino, and I'll always be one. It isn't about just geography; it isn't about boundaries. It's about giving back to the country that shaped me.

And that's going to be more important to me than seeing snow outside my windows on a bright Christmas morning.

Mabuhay. and Thank you.





 

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Infected for Life


O amor é uma doença da qual ninguém quer se livrar. Todo mundo está satisfeito com o virus...
 (Manuscrito encontrado em Accra)
Love is a disease that no one wants to get rid of. Everyone is pleased with the virus ...
 (Manuscript found in Accra)

No available vaccine.No cure. Carrier state and contagious for life. I'd rather have the "Love Disease" than wondering all the what ifs. It's a risk worth taking.

Wednesday, April 03, 2013

Just in time for Sunset (preview)

Life at the Dasol Bay, with the salambaw -a way of catching school of fishes using fish nets and A Marine Banca for deep sea fishing plus of course a romantic sunset.
Almost a year...I was asked the most difficult question in relation to Sunset.If asked the same question at this time, my answer is still the same.Deo Gratias!

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Fourth Year HS poems


COMMUNICATION ARTS IN ENGLISH

Ms. Lourdes Merin

Now Mrs. Lourdes Merin Monta

(teacher)


Jean Monta Melgar
Fourth Year-A
Santa Cruz Academy
Sta. Cruz, Zambales
                School Year 1992 – 1993, we were Fourth Year high school students in Santa Cruz Academy, Sta. Cruz, Zambales when we were given these poems to study, memorize and interpret. Two of these poems we need to recite with a partner. They were titled “The Passionate Shepherd to His Love” and “Her Reply”.  I was looking for something in our bodega when I come across  my 4th year HS notebook. So I copied these poems, encoded them and shared to our group. They bring back memories of way back then, 20 years ago.


LOVE HAVE I KNOWN

By Toribia Maño


Love have I known as birds have known their skies

In lush of spring and in the summer’s fall

In a gray field of rain and sun drenched wall

I have watched petals fall and new moons rise

And these I found that although I am wise

To all the ways of love, I know not all-

But like a child still grope and heed the call

Of magic sunlight dancing in my eyes

And love is this; a sun that burns and sets

A kingdom greater than a pile of gold

Or name written in fire or flag unfurled

Or silver stars across vast orbits hurled

And love is this too: strength that one begets

By toil, fear, ecstasy the heart can hold.



THE RHODORA


In May, when sea winds pierce our solitudes,
I found the fresh rhodora in the woods,
Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook,
To please the desert and the sluggish brook.


The purple petals, fallen in the pool,
Made the black water with their beauty gay,
Here might the redbird come his plumes cool,
And court the flower that cheapens his array.


Rhodora! If the sages ask thee why
This charm is wasted on the earth and sky;
Fill them, dear, that if eyes were made seeing,
Then beauty is its own excuse for being.


Why thou were there, O Rival of the rose?
I never thought to ask, I never knew;
But in my simple ignorance suppose,
The self-same power that brought me there brought you.



The Rhodora" is an 1847 poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson. It is a response to the question "on being asked whence is the flower". The poem is about the rhodora, a common flowering shrub, and the beauty of this shrub in its natural setting.



THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
Christopher Marlowe


Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,

Or woods or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow river, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

 And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies
A cap of flowers and a kertle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.


A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair lined slipper for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.

 A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

 The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move
Then live with me and be my love.


HER REPLY
Sir Walter Raleigh

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherds tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be Thy love.


But Time drives flocks from field to fold
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb,
The rest complains of cares to come


The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy’s spring, but sorrows fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw and ivy buds
Thy coral clasps and amber studs
All these in no mean can
To come to thee and be thy Love.

But could youth last, and love still heed.
Had joys no date, nor age no need
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with me thee and be thy Love.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Vincent Versions (VV)

This classic had always been my favorite since college days.It's a sad song, it just only mean one thing. Most of time people tend to judge us. I am telling myself, I wish I could change my name into "Ms. Understood". Being frank and honest I am not that popular with most of the people.

I can understand all the Vincents in these world. These is my only favor, I always wanted to be understood. Sometimes analysis is no longer needed. If you love someone, no questions asked, the answer will surely be "Yes". I had many missed chances, but hopefully this time I'll get this one right. On the first place, someone came who knows me better than myself. I am just glad that the Lord opened my eyes just right in time. Vincent deserves just another Vincent.


Don McLean - Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) Lyrics
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...
   
The version by Vonda Shepherd

 
 And version by Josh Groban
 

 And of course the original by Don Mclean

Thursday, March 01, 2012

Sulat ni Nanay at Tatay sa Atin



One senior citizen's motto is "Bumaket/Lumakay kayonto, madanonyonto met!" (You'll grow old someday, and you'll be like us). This was a forwarded email I saved here in my hard disk. Back those days, where most of us, still write long mails and used to forwarding emails too.

~ jean


Sulat ni Tatay at Nanay sa Atin

Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana ako at
pagpasensyahan. Kapag dala ng kalabuan ng mata ay
nakabasag ako ng pinggan o nakatapon ng sabaw sa hapag
kainan, huwag mo sana akong kagagalitan. Maramdamin
ang isang matanda. Nagse-self-pity ako sa tuwing
sisigawan mo ako.

Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko at hindi ko maintindihan
ang sinasabi mo, huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan ng
"bingi!" Paki-ulit na lang ang sinabi mo o pakisulat
nalang. Pasensya ka na, anak. Matanda na talaga ako.

Kapag mahina na tuhod ko, pagtiyagaan mo sana akong
tulungang tumayo, katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo
noong nag-aaral ka pa lamang lumakad.

Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako man ay nagiging
makulit at paulit ulit na parang sirang plaka. Basta
pakinggan mo na lang ako. Huwag mo sana akong
pagtatawanan o pagsasawaang pakinggan. Natatandaan mo
anak noong bata ka pa? Kapag gusto mo ng lobo,paulit- ulit
mo 'yong sasabihin, maghapon kang mangungulit hangga't
hindi mo nakukuha ang gusto mo. Pinagtiyagaan ko ang
kakulitan mo.

Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana ang aking amoy. Amoy
matanda, amoy lupa. Huwag mo sana akong piliting
maligo. Mahina na ang katawan ko. Madaling magkasakit
kapag nalamigan, huwag mo sana akong pandirihan.
Natatandaan mo noong bata ka pa? Pinagtiyagaan kitang
habulin sa ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw mong maligo.

Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung madalas, ako'y masungit,
dala na marahil ito ng katandaan. Pagtanda mo,
maiintindihan mo rin.

Kapag may konti kang panahon, magkwentuhan naman tayo,
kahit sandali lang. Inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong
nag-iisa. Walang kausap. Alam kong busy ka sa trabaho,
subalit nais kong malaman mo na sabik na sabik na
akong makakwentohan ka, kahit alam kong hindi ka
interesado sa mga kwento ko. Natatandaan mo anak,
noong bata ka pa? Pinagtiyagaan kong pakinggan at
intindihin ang pautal-utal mong kwento tungkol sa
iyong teddy bear.

At kapag dumating ang sandali na ako'y magkakasakit at
maratay sa banig ng karamdaman, huwga mo sana akong
pagsawaan alagaan. Pagpasensyahan mo na sana kung ako
man ay maihi o madumi sa higaan, pagtiyagaan mo sana
akong alagaan sa mga huling sandali ng aking buhay.
Tutal hindi na naman ako magtatagal.

Kapag dumating ang sandali ng aking pagpanaw, hawakan
mo sana ang aking kamay at bigyan mo ako ng lakas ng
loob na harapin ang kamatayan.

At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag kaharap ko na ang Diyos
na lumikha, ibubulong ko sa kanya na pagapalain ka
sana ... dahil naging mapagmahal ka sa iyong ama't ina...

Friday, February 24, 2012

Despicable Me




Just this week, Despicable Me, was shown in our local cable network. I have watched this movie last August 2010 in Mall Of Asia, on 3D cinema. Movie treat by my younger sister Jamy, and together with Chona, my mother and Me, we watched the said movie. I really enjoyed watching it. Pero sabi ni Mama, di daw nya naiintindihan, nakikisabay na lang sya tumawa if kailangang tatawa. What would you one expect of a senior citizen to enjoy a 3D animated movie.Hehehe. Buti sana if it's a Sarah Geronimo and Gerald Anderson movie, sure ko she'll enjoy it. =)

But for me, I really like Dr. Gru. Minsan kasi it's better to love a bad person who'll turn out to be a good one, than a someone you know na kind hearted who'll change into a monster.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Sinong Mag-Aakala by Sitti



Sinong Mag aakala na ika’y magiging akin
sinong maniniwala ang isang katulad mo’y umibig
sa isang tulad ko, na tila wala ng pag asang
Makadama pa ng isang pagibig na tunay at wagas.

Chorus:
Para lang ako nanaginip ng gising
Para lang ako lumulutang sa hangin at
salamat sa iyo..
nagkakulay muli ang Mundo..

Sinong Mag aakala na ika’y mapapasakin
sinong maniniwala na ikaw ay laging na
sa puso ko at damdamin wala ng ibang
mamahalin pangako ko lamang sayo
Pagibig ko tunay at wagas..

Chorus:
Para lang ako nanaginip ng gising
Para lang ako lumulutang sa hangin at
salamat sa iyo..
nagkakulay muli ang Mundo..
Para lang ako nanaginip ng gising
Para lang ako lumulutang sa hangin at
salamat sa iyo..
salamat sayo..salamat sayo..
nagkakulay muli ang Mundo..


Time heals all wounds. God is so good, that He can heal anything. God also send intruments, to bring sunshine in one's life. And this song by Sitti is my favorite. It inspires me to hope and trust again, and like what she said "Salamat sa yo, nagkakulay muli ang mundo". Dati kasi ang slide ko direct smear lang, colorless, now it's stained with let's say Grams' stain, thus may kulay muli ang mundo.

Love Phobia

Every Sunday night, CinemaOne presents a Tagalized Korean movie. And two weeks ago, before Valentine's Day, they have shown "Love Phobia". It is a sad lovestory, wherein the heroine dies. And my younger sister, asked me, why Koreans keep on filming movies with sad ending. I don't know if I had answered her question, but one thing I am sure of, I can relate to stories with sad ending. Not all lovestories end with a happily ever after, some fall many times. What's important is letting go, moving on and trying to love again.




Panagyaman

My schedule as church organist in our parish is first mass, which is an Ilokano Mass. And this song, Panagyaman (Thanksgiving) is one of my favorite Recessional Song.



Napnut’ ragsak daytoy riknak
Napnut’ ayat toy kararuak
A mangiyebkas kenka Amak
Toy nanumo unay a kantak

Koro
Agyamanak Ama, agyamannak
Iti amin amin a banag
Awan ngatan nasinsin-aw nga ayat
Ti napudpudno a pagtalkak
Agyamannak Ama, agyamannak
Iti dakes inlisinak
Di matukod, di nga umdas
A pangsubalit toy biag

Di matukod, di nga umdas
A pangsubalit toy biag

=======================================

G                                C         G
Napnut’ ragsak daytoy riknak
                     C        F       C
Napnut’ ayat toy kararuak
                D           D7         G
A mangiyebkas kenka Amak
Am                       D        G-Dsus
Toy nanumo unay a kantak

Koro
G                                 C          G
Agyamanak Ama, agyamannak
                             D
Iti amin, amin a banag
Am             D7
Awan ngatan nasinsin-aw nga ayat


       C                 D7          G-Dsus


 Ti napudpudno a pagtalkak
G                                 C          G
Agyamannak Ama, agyamannak
     G7         C
Iti dakes inlisinak
     C                      G
Di matukod, di nga umdas
  Am             D7        G
A pangsubalit toy biag



Friday, February 17, 2012

Partners and Marriage

I received this essay through email last February 19, 2005. I haven't updated this blog since that year, for the fact maybe that I had been busy with other things. But then again just this year, I am back blogging. I have other blogs aside from this one, but for now, this is the blog I want to share. I just want to post it here, just in case it might be of help.

~ jean


Eduardo Calasanz was a student at the Ateneo Manila University, Philippines, where he had Father Ferriols as professor. Father Ferriols, at that time, was the Philosophy department head. Currently he still teaches Philosophy for graduating college students in Ateneo. Father Ferriols has been very popular for his mind opening and enriching classes but was also notorious for the grades he gives. Still people took his classes for the learning and deep insight they take home with them every day (if only they could do something about the grades...)
Anyway, come grade giving time, (Ateneo has letter grading systems, the highest being an A, lowest at D, with F for flunk), Fr Ferriols had this long discussion with the registrar people because he wanted to give Calasanz an A+. Either that or he doesn't teach at all...Calasanz got his A+. Read the paper below to find out why.

PARTNERS AND MARRIAGE
By Eduardo Jose E. Calasanz

I have never met a man who didn't want to be loved. But I have seldom met a man who didn't fear marriage. Something about the closure seems constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives.

When I was younger this fear immobilized me. I did not want to make a mistake. I saw my friends get married for reasons of social acceptability, or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to do. Then I watched, as they and their partners became embittered and petty in their dealings with each other. I looked at older couples and saw, at best, mutual tolerance of each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights and bickering and could not imagine subjecting myself or someone else to such a fate.

And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to glow in each other's presence. They seemed really in love, not just dependent upon each other and tolerant of each other's foibles. It was an astounding sight, and it seemed impossible. How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritation at the others habits? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much less love each other?
The central secret seems to be in choosing well. There is something to the claim of fundamental compatibility. Good people can create a bad relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed. It is important to find someone with whom you can create a good relationship from the outset. Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the early stages.

Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see yourselves together. It blinds you to the thousands of little things by which relationships eventually survive or fail. You need to find a way to see beyond this initial overwhelming sexual fascination. Some people choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period of sexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side. This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts. Others deny the sexual side altogether in an attempt to get to know each other apart from their sexuality. But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of unfulfilled sexual desire looms so large that it keeps them from having any normal perception of what life would be like together.

The truly lucky people are the ones who manage to become long-time friends before they realize they are attracted to each other. They get to know each other's laughs, passions, sadness, and fears. They see each other at their worst and at their best. They share time together before they get swept up into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality.

This is the ideal, but not often possible. If you fall under the spell of your sexual attraction immediately, you need to look beyond it for other keys to compatibility. One of these is laughter. Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy each others company over the long term. If your laughter together is good and healthy, and not at the expense of others, then you have a healthy relationship to the world. Laughter is the child of surprise. If you can make each other laugh, you can always surprise each other. And if you can always surprise each other, you can always keep the world around you new. Beware of a relationship in which there is no laughter. Even the most intimate relationships based only on seriousness have a tendency to turn sour. Over time, sharing a common serious viewpoint on the world tends to turn you against those who do not share the same viewpoint, and your relationship can become based on being critical together.

After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the world in a way you respect. When two people first get together, they tend to see their relationship as existing only in the space between the two of them. They find each other endlessly fascinating, and the overwhelming power of the emotions they are sharing obscures the outside world. As the relationship ages and grows, the outside world becomes important again. If your partner treats people or circumstances in a way you can't accept, you will inevitably come to grief. Look at the way she cares for others and deals with the daily affairs of life. If that makes you love her more, your love will grow. If it does not, be careful. If you do not respect the way you each deal with the world around you, eventually the two of you will not respect each other.
Look also at how your partner confronts the mysteries of life. We live on the cusp of poetry and practicality, and the real life of the heart resides in the poetic. If one of you is deeply affected by the mystery of the unseen in life and relationships, while the other is drawn only to the literal and the practical, you must take care that the distance does not become an unbridgeable gap that leaves you each feeling isolated and misunderstood.

There are many other keys, but you must find them by yourself. We all have unchangeable parts of our hearts that we will not betray and private commitments to a vision of life that we will not deny. If you fall in love with someone who cannot nourish those inviolable parts of you, or if you cannot nourish them in her, you will find yourselves growing further apart until you live in separate worlds where you share the business of life, but never touch each other where the heart lives and dreams. From there it is only a small leap to the cataloging of petty hurts and daily failures that leaves so many couples bitter and unsatisfied with their mates.
So choose carefully and well. If you do, you will have chosen a partner with whom you can grow, and then the real miracle of marriage can take place in your hearts. I pick my words carefully when I speak of a miracle. But I think it is not too strong a word. There is a miracle in marriage. It is called transformation. Transformation is one of the most common events of nature. The seed becomes the flower. The cocoon becomes the butterfly. Winter becomes spring and love becomes a child. We never question these, because we see them around us every day. To us they are not miracles, though if we did not know them they would be impossible to believe.
Marriage is a transformation we choose to make. Our love is planted like a seed, and in time it begins to flower. We cannot know the flower that will blossom, but we can be sure that a bloom will come.

If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the bloom will be good. If you have chosen poorly or for the wrong reason, the bloom will be flawed. We are quite willing to accept the reality of negative transformation in a marriage. It was negative transformation that always had me terrified of the bitter marriages that I feared when I was younger. It never occurred to me to question the dark miracle that transformed love into harshness and bitterness. Yet I was unable to accept the possibility that the first heat of love could be transformed into something positive that was actually deeper and more meaningful than the heat of fresh passion. All I could believe in was the power of this passion and the fear that when it cooled I would be left with something lesser and bitter.

But there is positive transformation as well. Like negative transformation, it results from a slow accretion of little things. But instead of death by a thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand touches of love. Two histories intermingle. Two separate beings, two separate presence, two separate consciousness come together and share a view of life that passes before them. They remain separate, but they also become one. There is an expansion of awareness, not a closure and a constriction, as I had once feared. This is not to say that there is not tension and there are not traps. Tension and traps are part of every choice of life, from celibate to monogamous to having multiple lovers. Each choice contains within it the lingering doubt that the road not taken somehow more fruitful and exciting, and each becomes dulled to the richness that it alone contains.

But only marriage allows life to deepen and expand and be leavened by the knowledge that two have chosen, against all odds, to become one. Those who live together without marriage can know the pleasure of shared company, but there is a specific gravity in the marriage commitment that deepens that experience into something richer and more complex.

So do not fear marriage, just as you should not rush into it for the wrong reasons. It is an act of faith and it contains within it the power of transformation. If you believe in your heart that you have found someone with whom you are able to grow, if you have sufficient faith that you can resist the endless attraction of the road not taken and the partner not chosen, if you have the strength of heart to embrace the cycles and seasons that your love will experience, then you may be ready to seek the miracle that marriage offers. If not, then wait. The easy grace of a marriage well made is worth your patience. When the time comes, a thousand flowers will bloom...endlessly.

Maskara



Minsan iniisip ko, bakit kailangan pa nating itago kung ano at sino tayo sa isang maskara. Hindi ba pwedeng maging totoo na lang? Hindi lang sa iyong sarili kundi pati na rin sa ibang tao?

Ang maskara, maitago man ang kaanyuan, lalabas din kung ano ang tunay na pagkatao. Dahil ang bulok, pabanguhan man ng isang tambak na pabango, aalingasaw pa rin ang baho.Malalim ba ang nararating ng aking kaisipan? Marahil nga?Sapagkat sa mundong ito, hindi natin mapagkakasya sa isang talata, o minsan pa nga sa isang libro ang tunay nating pagkatao. Patuloy kasi tayong binabago ng panahon, minsan sa isang kisap mata ang kinalakhan nating ugali ay napapalitan. Wika nga sa salitang Inglis "the only constant thing in this world is change".

Tulad ng pagkakaibigan. Makikilala lamang kung sino ang totoo sa pagtagal ng panahon. Ang kaibigan na di ka kayang iwanan kahit kalimitan naalala mo lamang sa mga oras ng kalungkutan. Kaibigan na kaya kang mahalin kahit di ka perperkto, kaya kunsitihin pati kalokohan mo. Ang pagsasamahang totoo wika nga nila’y tulad ng isang alak, habang tumatagal lalong sumasarap.Kaya kang mahalin at kilalanin kahit natatabingan pa ng isang maskara.

Paminsan minsan, ang maskara ito hindi man nakikita,nararamdaman na lamang. Maaring isa rin ako sa karamihan na nagsusuot nito,hindi ko iyon maikakaila, pero sana kahit alisin ko ang aking maskara matutuhan pa ring tanggapin na tunay ang pagkakaibigan at pagmamahal na kaya kong ibigay..


by jeanmmelgar December 10, 2004

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Love Moves (in Mysterious Ways)

This is originally sung by Julia Fordham, i first heard this one from my sis Jamy's jazz collections.. MYMP, Make My Momma Proud (my favorite band) included this song in their "Version" album.. Nice rendition!!! Hope you'll buy their album..It makes we want to fall in love again...

Julia Fordham - Love Moves In (Mysterious Ways)

Who'd have thought
This is how the pieces fit?
You and I Shouldn't even try making sense of it
I forgotHow we ever came this far
I believe we had reasons but I don't know what they are
So blame it on my heart, oh

Love moves in mysterious ways
It's always so surprising
When love appears over the horizon
I'll love you for the rest of my days
But still, it's a mystery
How you ever came to me
Which only proves
Love moves in mysterious ways

Heaven knows Love is just a chance we take
We make plans
But then love demands a leap of faith
So hold me closeAnd never let me go'
Cause even though we think we know
which way the river flows
That's not the way love goes, no

Love moves in mysterious ways
It's always so surprising
When love appears over the horizon
I'll love you for the rest of my days
But still, it's a mystery
How you ever came to me
Which only proves
Love moves in mysterious ways

Like the ticking of the clock
two hearts beat as one
But I'll never understand
the ways it's done

Love moves in mysterious ways
It's always so surprising
When love appears over the horizon
I'll love you for the rest of my days
But still, it's a mystery
How you ever came to me
Which only proves
Love moves in mysterious ways
Love moves in mysterious ways

Saturday, February 26, 2005

How Could You say You Love Me?

as of date this is my favorite song, sang by my favorite singer.. a truly Original Pilipino Music...

this is the main theme song in Korean telenovela shown in ABS-CBN Channel 2, titled "Save the Last Dance for Me".

How Could You Say You Love Me
by Sarah Geronimo(Music by Vehnee Saturno/lyrics by Doris Saturno)

You say that you've always been true Looking in your eyes I see you lie
You're trying hard to hide that There's someone new you found and
You want me to believe that you still care

REFRAIN:
How can you hurt me this way Everything I knew was loving you
How could you try pretending Your love was never ending
Now you can't even say that you will stay

CHORUS:
How, how could you say you love me When you will go and leave me
How could you make me hurt so bad
When I have loved you more than anyone can do
Can't believe the painThat I'm feeling now because of loving you
(REPEAT REFRAIN & CHORUS)

BRIDGE:
I can't seem to understand How can love be so unkind
Still you broke my heart despite what I've done
Still my love was not enough
Though I've given you my allI can take it anymore
(REPEAT CHORUS)

Friday, February 25, 2005

Healing by Deniece Williams

this is a song of undying faith, hope, trust and love.. to that one who continually heals all my wounds.. " I know that your love is healing"

Healing by Deniece Williams

Now that we have gotten through
One more fall
I can just admit I've got it all
Cause I do
Cause I've got you
We've crossed these battle lines
to many times It passes throught the heart
But it never leaves a mark

Cause Your love just keeps on healing me
No matter how I bruise
If I just trust YouYour love just keeps on healing me
One more clue
One more chance that wasnt there before
In your armsno pain can harm the way im feeling
Lord I know that Your love is healing

I've kicked around those lines in my head
But I've never listened to the words that You said
See where its lead
Well I know I have it now
Cause You showed me how
And all I had to do
Was just to keep my eyes on You
Cause Your love just keeps on healing me
No matter how I bruise
If I just trust You
Your love just keeps on healing me
One more clue
One more chance that wasnt there before
In your arms no pain can harm the way im feeling
Lord I know that Your love is healing