Saturday, July 28, 2007

Iced tea, you are mine

my most fave drink personified or could it be the other way around?--haha!


You are my most favorite thing in the world
from early morn till the midnight moon,
you are my companion,
together were so boon

I escape to my secret room,
my secret sanctuary
where a sight of you makes me swoon
in a daze, I fix a gaze
I look at you and gauge,
do I have enough?
nothing must come to waste
every bit and ground,
your sweetness I must taste

And then I'll scoop you
lay you in a waterbed
your flavor bursting
as I stir, as I thirst and savor
till nothing is left unsaid

I love you cold,
you put that stormy look in my eyes
you quench my insatiable thirst
I see you as a vice
I am addicted to you
and your labeled little white lies

I love you, my perfect cold glass of iced tea
you glisten in the sun,
your dew-like moist
refreshes the hands that holds thee

and after all the gulping and the sipping
and you've emptied yourself unto me
I am left speechless
with that blissful smile that you never see
I'll never grow tired of you
and I hope you are to me
I can't wait for our next happy moment
just you and I underneath a lemon tree

Saturday, July 07, 2007

im letting it go




I'm letting it go. Six months is reasonably enough waiting time for a dream work abroad to materialize. No, it's not going to happen soon because I'm letting it go, gone, puffftt!I'm leaving it behind now. You must be wondering because just a few entries ago, I was writing solidly about optimism, taking risks and being in pursuit of your dreams. I didn't have a change of heart, I still stand by my ideals and my goals in life remain unchanged. I'm just taking a time off from being too overly idealistic, it got me into an almost major nervous breakdown. I've realized during these very languid past six months that once in our lifetime we are to make a decision that will either make or break us. If such major decision breaks you down in the long run then expect to be shaken back to your senses right in the core and hardest part of your fall. Fools rush in, I learned it the hard way. I thought I had it all planned out, like my wardrobe neatly queued up in order, my plans carefully drafted, one by one, piece by piece, I thought I've finally began to organize my life. And then again, of course, that's what I've thought. We shape and mold our own destiny but we can never have control over the circumstances that surrounds our minute existence in this big, big world. Just like an ant, we navigate our own way in the hustle and bustle of everyday survival. For the meantime, I'll make the best out of my own space. Venturing out to a new world is a permanent possibility, the realization of dreams is a destination, life is a journey of infinite and immense possibilities, so I am moving on now. I am the wanderer, I have all the time in the world, the rush is over, I shall wander free.