He sat there
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with cobwebs, and ants crawling somewhere
with distress, and words he could barely hear

He was gloomy
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with a pang of guilt, and an inscrutable straight face
with misery, and with a reminiscence of the tragedy

He was betrayed
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with silhouettes, of love and acts of copulation
with her, whom he adores and loves and glorifies

He took away her life
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with a blunt knife, corroded and rustic
with her blood, and gore of acrid smell

He lost her
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with tears, flooded from his heart as blood
with grief, and outpouring remorse

He wanted her back
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with high regards, of loving her once more
with deep love, no man can fathom

Now, he’s alone
in the corner of a deserted chamber
with walls, of bricks and planks of wood
with cloistered way of life, and of death


Words from Stormhold

October 24, 2007

 I watched Stardust. Chin was right when she said the movie is a mixture of adventure, comedy and love stories. I had fun watching it, though I was alone in the cold corner of the SM’s moviehouse. And here are some few lines I thought I got right. he-he! These are from Yvaine, the star.

You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars, pain, lies, hate. It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves, you could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected,  uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing. And, what I’m trying to say, Tristan, is I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I’d know it for myself. My heart. It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me, anymore. It belongs to you. And, if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange – no fits. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me, too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.”

Aren’t they beautiful? Isn’t love wonderful? Hmmm… Think about it. Or perhaps, the movie was just splendid. Ha-ha!

Rain, Rain, Go Away!

October 24, 2007

I must have been paranoid, thinking of what to write. Honestly, I don’t have anything in mind except the thought of me, having a soak in the rain yesterday. The weather was not fine enough for working out of doors. It was raining cats and dogs.

I really hate rain. Besides the fact that it makes me shiver, it turns my white shirt to brown. It makes people stupid as well. Imagine, a guy who was about to get off the jeepney opened his umbrella just before he barreled through the door. The result, he wasn’t able to get out. A stupid woman followed the man and did the same thing. Wasn’t it ridiculous? (A man who stumbles at the same stone twice is a fool. She’s a woman, anyway.)She must have seen the man who was stuck in the door, trying to block his way with his own umbrella. No excuses! Then, another woman realized that she should not open her umbrella before she gets out, so she didn’t do it. Unconsciously, she got off the vehicle and forgot to open her umbrella anymore. She ended up getting soaked in the rain. How stupid can they get? “Geez, those are stupid reactions. I was dumbstruck,” I told myself, laughing under my teeth.

Another stupid thing a man did was bang his coin to stop the jeepney within the junction box. Unknowingly, the stupid driver, after hearing the clang, stopped the jeepney making all other cars blew their horns horridly making my eardrums split. That’s why I hate rain! Does the rain make people not use their mind and react so idiotically? Does it really have to do with rain or people are just stupid in their own ways?

When we arrived at the stop, everyone was running to the tips of their toes, including myself. I ran like a ninja, floating on the mud-covered streets. It took me like ten quick seconds to reach SM’s hallway. My hair was wet and I saw polka dots on my shirt caused by raindrops. I hate the time when the people looked at me in bewilderment. It as if they saw “basang sisiw” in the desert. So, I wiped every droplet on my skin and made myself dry. But, I couldn’t escape the people’s conclusions because of the spots on my shirt were perceptible. They were strong pieces of evidence that I was drenched in rain. To hell with them, I flaunted it. I made it to the point that it looked like designs on my shirt. I didn’t mind their suspecting eyes, though I wanted to poke them with Jollibee fork I was holding that time. I stayed for long and the air conditioner dried up my shirt, eradicating the flecks. Gawd, I hate you rain!

And oh, by the way, rain makes the population of Philippines go up. So, you should also hate rain like I do, unless you want to see bunch of kids hanging on a jeepney, singing Jingle Bells in mid-October. 😀

Sail through Life

October 22, 2007

Have you ever asked questions in your whole life? Have you ever realized that, sometimes, questions are more powerful than answers? Well, I have. Even when I was a kid, I have always asked why the ocean’s salty or why the sky’s blue. I have wondered why a man on the edge of the earth doesn’t fall to the outer space or why there’s outer space. I have scratched my scalp, trying to find answers on why bird flies or why fish doesn’t drown. I can’t think of any idea why fire is hot or why ice is cold. I have gazed and asked why clouds are white.

I have also asked why people fall in love or why people get hurt and cry. Why do people laugh or smile when they’re happy and cry or frown when they’re sad, anyway? I have sought for explanations why people die of hemorrhage when in fact, we have blood in our body. These are stupid questions, aren’t they? I will have to google them for answers. 😀

Some questions are indeed more powerful than answers. Even sometimes, a question can lead to another question. And at times, we leave questions just as they are because we don’t have answers. That is, even the laws of Physics or theories of Chemistry can’t give a remarkable and convincing assumptions.

Truly, everything on earth is a work of mystery. The life we live is a labyrinth. We need to know our whereabouts to find a way out. And finding it would be like a journey of a thousand miles at sea. We need to know which sail would lead us to the right direction and we need to know the rope that is connected to that sail. We are the captain of our life’s odyssey. We need to steer our boats toward the right course.  Else, we will have our boats on the blink and we’ll end up floating, cast away. Our lives will be shattered and we’ll be holding our last breath.

Though we might not know the ropes at the first time we set sail,  we’ll be learning them as we wander. The questions we ask will be our map and we’ll have our own approaches in finding the treasures, the answers.

Oh, I can’t wait to dock and see bars of gold.


October 22, 2007

Life is just a matter of


It is either you complain because


or you rejoice because



If I were to choose, I’d rather think the