Point of No Return

You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge,
in pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, silent . . .

now you are here with me: no second thoughts,
you've decided, decided . . .

Past the point of no return - no backward glances:
the games we've played till now are at an end . . .

Past all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting:
abandon thought, and let the dream descend . . .

What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us . . .?

Past the point of no return, the final threshold -
what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn?
Beyond the point of no return . . .

Past the point of no return -no going back now:
our passion-play has now, at last, begun . . .

Past all thought of right or wrong -one final question:
how long should we two wait, before we're one . . .?

Past the point of no return the final threshold -
the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn . . .

We've passed the point of no return . . .

-From the Phantom of the Opera

crumpled money

i was so embarassed... ^_^ forcing the ticket machine to eat my crumpled twenties hehehehe. after walking like one and a half kilometers from the nbi carriedo office to the lrt 2 recto station, i realized this would be the first time i ride this new public transportation. i entered the station immediately noticing the great difference from of course the ancient lrt and the more modern mrt 3. the station was spacious, and clean. i thought the escalators ran too slow but i think i must just have been in too much of a hurry. the next thing i had to do was figure out how to get the tickets because the old mass transits had tellers, this had ticket vendos. i finally got my ticket to araneta center cubao and arrived there after 30 minutes, it was then i realized that i had to walk to transfer trains (sigh). i hope everything was planned together so that walkways would not snake in and out of the buildings etc. well, i must admit, the lrt2 is a trophy for the filipinos, riding it was almost like going to japan ^_^ anyway i feel more of a filipino today having another experience under my belt

faithful in sin

me and my mom went to the basilica of the immaculate conception or the manila cathedral. once again, i basked in its peaceful beauty, and at its transept, layed the body of the cardinal. i saw in his face that he suffered a lot from his disease. i hope he has joined our father john paul ii and i believe that he will pray for our country, so that the peace he worked for may continue to reign.

i went to quiapo afterwards, navigating the narrow passages left by the epidemic of vendors and went up the escalator of a building which now serves as the nbi clearance center. i must admit, having experienced more worse procedures in this country, the quiapo experience relatively ran smooth. my nbi clearance however was not yet released, being a new applicant, i have to wait for it to be encoded... (sigh) well... the good things ended there. anyway, i applaud the efforts of the bureau to make their system more efficient. the payment for all kinds of clearances foreign or local was the same... good. the more expensive one is only for those who need it for naturalization blah blah, i believe that's good also, let those foreigners pay more hehehehe

I attended my nephew's 8th Birthday. Happy Birthday Ish! 

murky water furthers life

life abounds in the dark of the amazon, where fish almost blind search for food they couldn’t see. where carnivores flourish with just hope that the river of life will offer something on the next swish. yes. god provided everything. small fish big fish bigger reptile still, if knew the fish did that on the next flip his brethren catches him on her eager mouth, if knew the algae that littler sunlight will pass through on the onset of the rain, they’d stop struggling, they’d stop. but god gave them ignorance, unlike man which heads on foward, headstrong, unwary of challenges, obstacles but still i can see the intelligence of his design, of life, of the guppy, of the boa, weaved in the fabric of life where everybody struggles to be a colored embroidery of. and man like the turtle waddles slowly seeing the shore, where grass is plenty, and where she shall lay her eggs, carrying on the future, bringing forth the loves of her life out of the murkiness.