prelude to my morphing

3.24

2/23/07

Certainly, days will count months to finish a trivial pursuit of fleeting moments in the land of make believe where gods could only meet gods, though venus’ spirit is locked inside of them.

Relentless at first of fortifying my conviction, that the body is a composition of limbs put together, I must yield to the concerns of the established norms dictated by the discriminating.

It is then proposed that I too shall transmogrify.

The intense preparation is as compared to the hardship to be entailed in the actual process of the plan for bombardment of ideas flourish like a wildfire. The purpose towards achieving this goal should not be simplistic in that whenever difficulty arises, letting go with it is not an option. It must be clear that it becomes second nature to anyone like breathing. Doubts of achieving it must always be construed in the positive and perhaps, put more energy so that even a cast of doubt is laid to rest.

In the road where I chose to travel, the standards are high… The people… sinister. Everything is not enough for someone’s satisfaction. I found happiness albeit in the world  where everything is crucial.

I succumb to the silent voices of the majority.

The transformation then… now begins….

(to be continued)

ready to love

11 february 2007
4.43 am

Loving and being loved, although must forever be sisters entwined to a lasting relationship of happiness and sweet fond memories, are state of mind. These are not mere concepts conjured but realities which must be experienced although, the interplay of thoughts and ideas provoke a deeper sense and creative impact to manifesting one’s love to himself and to others.
Before loving someone (or to the extent of something) else, it is indispensable that one should have a substantial understanding of himself.  A soldier ready for war is not called as such if he has no armament of his own. He will forever be lost and undecisive and to the extent of depending on someone else for his protection and well-being.
Fill your hearts with compassion and feel yourself that you are connected to the universe. It is in this connection that one finds the greater power of positive discrimination.
We all have idiosyncrasies. If we respect our individual traits, we long to be with whom who respects us for who we are, regardless of them having similar traits with us.
Being ready to love is a leap forward as the ultimate preparation to endless adventures and twists and turns of a loving relationship. It is indeed a roller-coaster ride. The person must first decide to ride. Coz once you get in, you cannot suddenly stop it without hurting yourself more.
this is the beauty of a matured relationship…

as for me… i can not wait to be in that situation…
coz am again… ready to love

waiting….

the squeeks in our swing made me realize the forgotten past of my childhood years where i built my dreams and fantasies.. in that swing, i first solved my division with my father… and in that swing that my dad advised me bout my grades, albeit 76 in general, were generally ok and i can do better the next grading.

the swing was more than two decades now.

it still serves as a great relief to the needy and the visionless… it is there that my hopes and dreams re energized. although still waiting to fulfill it…. waiting to see its magnificent reality.

i was in awe when i was sitting there a while back with this affectionate person. embracing me in the cold winds of january to continue our splendid conversation… the squeeks were there telling me that the fulfillment of my dreams both came to pass and still about to conjure. It was all about my decisions and life affirmations that is necessary. Life is not to be waited in vain but it has come to pass… and when it is happening, try to mesmerize by its beauty for after it… another shall come again

Charley’s Angels

10 am was the official call time for the Lipa get away. It’s 2 am and we haven’t had our sleep yet. Mike and I were still talking of what happened during the launching of the new project last night and I was a veritable afternoon baby (a person who wakes up late in the afternoon). Tired, restless and still needing some energy, we were all having doubts in going to Lipa that is soooo far away from Manila.

But we still went through. And true enough God gives bounty to the industrious. Upon entering the massive walls of the fortified estate, we were greeted by luscious trees and the leaves as if bowing on us. then no less than Charley Leviste, the daughter of Tony Leviste toured us around her magnanimous and relaxing house. Everything was all so picture perfect.

The living room has this grand piano and the huge christmas tree set on a platform over-looking the fields where horses were free to gallop. Charley poured us good wine and served us cashew nuts with rosemary herbs. Really delectable. After that, she let us see her bedrooms showcasing her talents in hotel management. every room is really unique and has a character of its own.

Then came lunch. And God it’s on a full course luncheon. We started with the basics… A simple salad. The organic vegetables came right out from her own backyard. The steamed fish was really sumptuous. all the flavors were locked in and although being a Filipino myself who loves condiment, it didn’t need to have a dip already because it will lose its power and all you can taste is be the dip. It is already simply fantastic. And what a way to end it by having their own version of Italian cookies and cream. It is the improved version of tiramisu. The full course meal that we had was specially done by her chef.

After that, she let us discover some of the Leviste history by showing us their museum-library and of course who will not forget their main house which has a lovely loft and a watch tower where you could see the estate and view the horizon. It is as if we were on cloud nine and suddenly became Charley’s Angels.

Lasang Pinoy 15: Recycled, Reloaded! [EGG FOO YONG]

This is my first attempt at food blogging. This is also my entry to the current Lasang Pinoy Food Blogging Event [ 15th Edition ] hosted by Mike at Lafang, and it talks about recycling leftover food or ingredients and resurrecting them into new delectable culinary treats . . .

A THAI FOOD EXPERIENCE

And God made Egg Foo Yong.

A food this sumptuous out of the ordinary and at that, leftovers must be the hand-made of God. But my God is a humble Thai with her life poured on passion to cook dishes.

With her around, there is absolutely nothing to worry about. One day everybody went out except the two of us. So it’s a bit tiring if she would still prepare a dish for us both . . . Without further asking her of what to eat, she grabbed the giniling [ minced pork ] of last night’s dinner and eggs.

It’s as fast as my heart beat when all of a sudden she beat the eggs and then prepared the pan and a moment later, everything is done and served at the table.

When asked her how its done, she simply smiled and told me: “its just like scrambled eggs. I just put the giniling and that’s it.” My inquisition did not end there. On how did it become like a pizza thing . . . Her answer is another brief explanation: “it depends on the pan.”

There . . . her answers are also as mysterious as God’s when giving a solution. Fed and energized, I just closed my eyes and in fleeting silence, smiled and thanked God.

Lasang Pinoy 15

Lasang Pinoy, which could mean ‘tastes of something Filipino’ or short for ‘the Filipino taste’ is a monthly food blogging event to promote Filipino food. It is a product of e-mail brainstorming sessions of several Filipino food bloggers who thought it was time for a Filipino event in the tradition of Is My Blog Burning. The blogger organisers of Lasang Pinoy and participants strive to make the events reflective of Filipino culture.

wilsonclark . . . for you

love is not something to find
it finds you…
the connection is always there
… it is the connected and the connectee that is not to wait
it is to go further and advance.
bring joy to your life for love is always there in our soul
the wonder of knowing oneself
is the empowerment of being

live the glory of life
and love will just be around the corner
if you find love
it becomes elusive
if you dont…
it prevails like the morning sun
or the morning star
always there… always predictable…

31 Oct 2006, 11:28

DO IT YOUR WAY

Realities are objective perception of the physical universe. All things taken as it is, we all see the same sun;

one moon;

one earth.

it is in this thought that even as we share the same plane of physical dimensions, our interpretation to waht we see differs. The difference of a loser to an achiever is his positive outlook to a given circumstance, of course given the subjective inclinations of hi own persional historical background: of how he was reared during his childhood; as well as the socio-economic stratum he belongs could very well curb one’s idiosyncrasy.

be that as it may, one’s yearn for a strong change comes from his own manifestation of self-reinvention done through incessant introspection, usually through meditative methods of prayer and/or yoga.

our attitude is uniquely ours; our actions, thoughts and well-being are our interpretation to the world. We are our own artists painting our own canvasses.

so in everything that you do, trust yourself and your senses derived from the experiences of your past in order to have a positive approach to the incumbent situation.
Celebrate diversity and accept that everything is an important element to our world; that everything has its own history and story to tell, and that is enough for someone to deserve respect from us.

judging others do not make one superior than the person being judged.
What’s important is our own self-identity secured and continually being discovered. Learn how to appreciate art and its seeming intricacies of beauty; from there, one gains a synergistic mantra to himself that nothing is boring… stated differently, that every second is a fusion of colors and excitement!

learn to love each passing moment and take it as it happens. You will be amazed on how wonderful life can be if you are free from negativities of hate, jealousy, high expectations and your constant bicker to prove yourself…

but, that is my opinion to it. You are entitled to take a separate one.
Do it your way and liberate yourself from the clutches of hypocritical and judgmental society.

Be free and light.

THE IMPERFECTION OF PERFECTION

In the classic yogic experience and analysis, the end is perfection of things; that perfection is attainable evident of which is its prevalence int eh dictionary. If this line of reasoning is to be followed, then indeed, since perfection was denoted, it exists.
Let us liberate our souls for the meantime…
If perfection the end-all-and-be-all, does it mean that in its purist form, good?
Seeing the world on a traveller’s thought, perfection is not even close to signify that every element is ‘perfectly’ situated to respond to the other one, so much so that everything moves in a synchronized or even simultaneous manner and timing.
If this be the case, then, we are just a foot’s distance to being robots… mechanical in substance and nature.
Perfection is the aggregate experience of a man.
Good or Bad.
It is the summation of his involvement towards knowing and empowering his “self”, others, and God.
Life in itself is perfect. Life, if broken in its ramifications, is a little bit of everything. The fusion of the positive and the negative… The powerlock of Good and Bad… The mixture of all the emotions.
So go ahead. Experience the pain… revel the idea that you got heartbroken and cried…Taste the bitterness of being rejected… Face your failures, downfalls and fears… Smile as you are being ostracized…
For all of these, you will value your life more… Cherish your friends and be humbled to what God offers you every second of the day.
In your transformation, you will ecperience rebirth. In that moment that perfection exists!
Indeed, the yogis are correct in their assimilation.

So, is perfection always good? Its for you to find out and experience….

tell me your thoughts

THE ANATOMY OF FEAR

Fear if broken down in its simplest terms, is undoubtedly to be still fear itself. Its grand cloak of deception encourages many or all of us to be under its marvelous and enchanting spell.

it has donned itself in many forms that often times, we are unable to discern that, indeed, it was fear inside of us all along.

the pseudo positivistic imagery of grandiosity, excellent in form and substance, is nothing but an emanated fear from being left out or being branded as a has been or worse, a loser all the way.

having no fear is a fearful insight also. We are human beings blessed with all the goodness and badness of characters. That is why, if we balance our qualities, it forges a harmonious relationship to our soul. The yin and yang is a complication of simplicity if divided in groups and further, broken in sub-groups. Though, if it is perceived holistically, it breathes an effective and more responsive energy to an individual.

fear should not be feared, but befriended. If you fight it, it only absorbs your energy and will double its power enough to engulf you in a glass balled coffin suited for your super egoistical personality.

earn the basics of transformation and change. Learn the ropes of love, happiness and assimilation. It is in these areas that you find yourself worthy despite of falling flat faced in the mud of humiliation.

It is in these areas of yourself that you will be connected and intertwined with the Universal divinity… Success and failures are mere states of mind.
Learn to breath deeply and trust all the powers that be. The fear in us is a spark of inspiration, sometimes a harbinger of events to transpire… But remind yourself that it is in you and the present moment that wield power over the circumstances.
FIGHT…. FLIGHT…. or just stand and concentrate by giving a simple smile….

it is yours to decide…
let me know
the power to our life is in our hands as always.

UNTITLED

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