Sunday, August 23, 2009
rebirth
in the morning, the first day i laid eyes on my first
nephew, Alton Jamir the world seemed to have stopped.
right then and there i saw the serenity that enveloped
him as he slept
he was at peace with himself and the world around him. i
wonder what he will be when he grows up?
will he be like his dad, a rebel yet reformed later in
life?
will he be a good person?
will he consider priesthood as a vocation or have
girlfriends early just like his dad?
i have lots of questions in my mind but what's dearest to
me is if he will learn to love me as his tita when he
grows up? will he listen to me and my advice or totally
ignore me?
ah... the world seemed simpler back then, when all woes
were answered by a simply cry, when all needs were met by
our parents and when we were at most closest to our God.
i just hope i have stayed a baby all my life. life would
not have been this complicated.
~honey 08.24,09
Saturday, August 8, 2009
25 and still a virgin...
i don't have much to say for
now...
just a bit frustrated because
things seem to be NOT going
according to what i hoped or
wished...
but then my SD Fr. Carretero,
SJ told me last thursday
during spiritual direction
that "you have to let God run
the show"
he's right, i forgot that
there's a God who's in charge
of everything...
i hope i would be able to
trust in God, he said that i
have to ask God to have faith,
i cannot trust when i don't
believe... that's a bit hard.
but this time i always pray to
God to let me grow in faith.
i also am a bit worried of my
future, but then i have to be
contented of what i have now
first, and do something. if i
don't become a "MADRE" then so
be it, if i don't become a
wife and mother then so be it,
atleast i know that i still
have other options... like
being a MISSIONARY. it doesn't
matter if i remain a virgin
for life, all that matters is
i'm happy and striving to die
a holy death.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
resurfacing from murky rivers of depression
...i still have it, this impeccable mood shifts.
i totally do not know how i can live with this.
there were times when i thought ending my life was the best thing,
there were instances when i just want to sleep the rest of my days into oblivion...
i do not anymore see the difference between Monday or Sunday, every day seemed the same.
and when i cry, it was simply dry tears that i shed... maybe i was tired of doing that too.
it was almost 4 years since i was diagnosed with this illness, i read in a magazine it was called a "disease". i can't almost accept i have this inside of my head or inside my whole system.
i am tired of hugging myself. i even dread the times when my friends would visit me. i do not want them to pity me! all i wanted was for them to understand... everything is bound to pass.
...and i waited
bearing the excruciating pain, living like a monk inside my room and feeling totally scared of everything and maybe nothing at all... my mama sleeps beside me. i wonder that's how i was when i was a baby. i simply cannot sleep without her. she too patiently waited like a woman on her ninth month of pregnancy. it was a wait full of anxiety.
will tomorrow come?
will it be a better day?
and then at last it came
i woke up one day and embraced the warmth of sunshine,appreciating every breath that i take, grateful for the unseen hand that created me.
maybe i am still worth one more day.
could be lovers?!
could be lovers.
i thought we could be more than friends
but then you do not understand me.
you did not know what happened to me the time you went away and lost contact with me
you did not know what i truly feel
you did not know the ghosts that haunt me even unto daylight...
you did not know the extreme bliss and its ill effects...
you did not know the spending extravagance and talkativeness from dusk until dawn
you did not know a single thing which you claimed you knew...
how was i so stupid to tell you that i love you more than a friend
and yet i am afraid to tread the path of the unknown
and you claim to have been able to comprehend.
no you don't
now i painfully understand the TRUTH
we cannot be more than friends
and we cannot anymore stay as friends.
maybe because we have never been friends but peers from the very start.
*dedicated to Kaniguan 04.08.09 11:30pm
Sunday, August 2, 2009
manic me on monday
and then i talk, endlessly going from one subject to another. my mama listened patiently until tiredness and boredom. i wanted to do so many things but accomplish nothing at the same time. i start doing things and then i realize i cannot finish them. i want to do one thing and do it immediately like an obsessed and posessed being. i can hardly concentrate on one thing like reading. something would always come up and distract me and suddenly i find myself doing another thing like writing this.
i'm afraid i'm going overboard again. i wanted to withdarw money from the bank and spend yet i'm afraid of depleting my finances and my family's. HELP!
manic me on monday
and then i talk, endlessly going from one subject to another. my mama listened patiently until tiredness and boredom. i wanted to do so many things but accomplish nothing at the same time. i start doing things and then i realize i cannot finish them. i want to do one thing and do it immediately like an obsessed and posessed being. i can hardly concentrate on one thing like reading. something would always come up and distract me and suddenly i find myself doing another thing like writing this.
i'm afraid i'm going overboard again. i wanted to withdraw money from the bank and spend yet i'm afraid of depleting my finances and my family's. HELP!