Saturday, April 30

Forsake Not


I will not forsake thee

though time had been our foe

it was time that patched the sore

of lost souls all wanting

to go back to its beginning

a start with joyous sparks

lighted with candid galore

but mists of grey and black

envelopes the togetherness

brought fear and unwanted distance

thy absence was my lost

but I will not forsake thee.

(a promise)

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Monday, April 25

To Teach and To Learn

It will be almost the end of the school year and all the hardwork will culminate towards the schooling of great minds. The entire year had been a challenge as new students still come even when the school year is almost done. When everyone is settled, the last person arriving has to work harder, to belong.

A child from Denmark came in last this school year with no background of the English language but she proved her worth by being resilient, receptive and resourceful. She is the epitome of what we should be all the time. It wasn't only the learning where she came across as smart but the teaching part where I get to pick her brain and her feelings through a hundred ways of communicating. We talk through sounds, words, eyes, feelings, sentiments and emotions. We communicated, we participated, we grew together as teacher and student.

Life has a purpose and when we stop learning from others, then we cease to live. Our constant exposure to people and their ways of life can harness in us an immediate reaction. However, we do so only when we open our eyes and our senses for every window of opportunity. We meet people not just to know their names but to know their personalities. We talk to people not only to say words but to translate them into feelings. We communicate with people not because we wanted to pass an information but because we wanted to build a link. We teach the people around us and we learn by being open to learning.

It might take one person for us to open our eyes. It might take one incident for us to make a decision. It might take one photograph for us to be awakened. It might take one word for us to wake up. It might take one look for us to stop. It might take one opportunity for us to propel. It might take one love for us to change. But it takes one you, to do what you needed to do.

Go, teach, learn and prosper!
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Sunday, April 17

The Bearings of a Gentleman

What makes a gentleman?
Is it of his bearing
Of his clothes and his shoes
Of his watch glimmering?

What makes a gentleman?
Is it the women he woes?
Or the girls that adores?
Or the number of foes?

What makes a gentleman?
Is it his education?
Of honours and valour?
Of labour or vocation?

What makes a gemtleman?
Is it his wealth or riches?
The size of his wallet?
Of mansions and resources?

What makes a gentleman?
Is not what we see.
Is not what we hear.
Is not what we make of them.

What makes a gentleman?
It is his contributions.
His noble pursuits.
Of meeting solutions.

What makes a gentleman?
It is his faith.
His matters to family.
And love so great.
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Thursday, April 14

What I Dream For

simple life with great meaning

is all I aspire throughout

simple needs, immaterial

a fruitful existence about.




for to live in simplicity
is without any doubt
less of trials and insecurities

of serenity devout.





a small cottage atop a hill
pristine beauty and green

or a hut that stands still

on a farm with nature serene.





with plants and flowers abloom
of caring, admiring with leisure
purple, blue, pink and red

surrounded with great pleasure.





and when to live a dream
is not but inevitability

not easy but with focus

and profound ability.
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Tuesday, April 12

A Short Musical Treat


I like going to flea markets especially when there are things related to arts. Just two days ago I was walking through the streets of Chiangmai to browse on items in a place they called Walking Street. It is a long stretch of road lined with wares such as clothing, art stuff, accessories, food, silverware, souvenir items and other things. There will be around three intersecting streets along that long road where massage chairs are lined up, more food and stalls, and artists sketching faces.

I ended to the Three Kings Monument where the art fest was being held. I managed to watch a fine musical extravaganza of Thai musicians using their local musical instruments. Then an international playing band came after them. They are from the Netherlands and called themselves Jigger Bigger Band and I was in for a treat.

The band doesn't use any electronic devices to hook their instruments. It was just the banging of their drums, the blowing of trumpets and trombones, and using some other percussion instruments that really made it a powerful music experience to hear. They played songs from the eighties including pieces from Broadways. It wasn't impossible to not dance as the vibes and the energy of the group spread out in full force to their viewers. It was a feast to see people stood up from their seats to actually participate and dance, something I rarely see in Thailand.

Music makes the soul alive and being alone didn't bother me that night. It was the experience of being in that moment, at the right time and place that made my life complete. It was music that accompanied me through another journey. It was short but a great treat.
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A New Green

Ferns are probably one of the most difficult to take care of. It takes the right temperature and correct environment for it to flourish. When I got some to plant in my garden, it took less than half a year for it to flourish and then it dried up. Though given lots of thoughts on where to plant them, it was such a hassle as I second guess every now and then where to finally place them. There was no right formula, it was a matter of trial and error.

So when I started to leave the plants to themselves, out came the blooming of ferns in all its splendour. I got a plenty and they are in different stages and in different sizes. They grew where I didn't plant them. They survive on pathways, brick edges, inside empty pots and even sprouting out of the ground covered with pebbles. And they are thriving and surviving.

I have seen many people who had been successful in their undertakings whether they come from a poor background or needing in education and material wealth. I have seen many who just wouldn't just give up. Whether you put these people in fire literally, they'll rise up from the ashes and begin anew.

I was torn into pieces when I was rejected by love. I was devastated when I was toyed by people. I was stabbed uncountable times by people what with their pretty smiles but evil intentions. When I was much younger, there even came a time when I thought of ending my life as doing this was the only light I saw peeking thru the tunnel. I simply couldn't do it, I refused to just give up and die.

Time and time again I am experiencing sadness and loneliness but not the kind of heavy burden I carried when I was younger. I have a more stable life now. I have learned many things from living alone and facing struggles without anyone around me. I learned to care not only for my being but also for my sanity, that when love wasn't available, life is still worth continuing.

The new green in me taught me a lesson. Wherever I maybe, the thought of surviving comes first and foremost. I might be thrown in the gutter but the smell of murky water will simply keep me fighting to swim up. I might meet the people who publicly humiliated me for being simple but I will return their snide with smiles, expressing my pity to their childish behaviour. I might slipped and fall again for being trustworthy and giving, yet my heart tells me that the good I made adds up to my heavenly score.

The new green in me will survive anything. For I believe that nothing is given to me that I couldn't carry. The new green in me will make me a better person. For I believe that what fate leads me to is a doorway to personal growth. The new green in me will bring me life. For I believe that death does not answer any problems. It is in living the now that we conquer death.
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Tuesday, April 5

My Blog To Others

Friendship is part and parcel of our living. We loved going to school because we get to meet our friends. We party up to the wee hours because we are in good company. We enjoy travelling as we experience the newness of a place with someone familiar and comforting. We seek their advices and we render our faith and trust to them.



My blog is my friend. I communicate my feelings and inner thoughts through writing. It is one way, since I write blobs of words to the blog without receiving an immediate answer. While the interpretations only come if ever one is lost in the cyber space and ends up browsing and commenting on my entries



I used to have a close friend who migrated to another country. Our friendship during high school was tight and we used to be in touch when we ended studying in different universities and pursuing different careers. He ended up our friendship when he started questioning how well I know him since he thought I wasn't interested in knowing what was happening at that time: his new found girl, his engagement, his marriage and eventually their first born child. He had a blog, well-presented narratives that simply kept me well-informed about his life, and of which I religiously read through the time he was in his new phase of life.



I don't see how you could be a good friend when you know nothing.” he added. I asked the same question and then replied, “I knew everything from your blog, how you two met, the waiting, the proposals and everything. You could ask me now, but do you know anything about me? There was no answer because he doesn't know what to answer. Thus the blame became mine to bear, and he made sure that the word best friends does not apply to us anymore because apparently, I knew nothing. Harsh, but I made no explanations whatsoever. I did my part of knowing him, to make sure I was informed, but it wasn't enough.



We are all busy and I don't expect people to read what I write. I was just hoping that one person will stumble upon my writings and learn from them. My former friend knows of my blog's existence so does the others in our group but none of them do come for a visit. I don't blame them. There are priorities in life and mine is just not theirs for the taking.



No regrets, and no bad feelings for I know that there are some who manage to read even how inconsistent or shallow the entries are. I write because I love to, not to impress or to impose on others but to leave something in return for giving me the opportunity to feel, to think and to love.
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