Thursday, February 14, 2008

Ms. H called me last night and told me something so unnatural for her to do ---she snapped at three people today!!! Yes, knowing Ms. H, this action represents an outlier of some sort to her normal behavior. She aways smiles, she never shows any irritation, and she actively looks for group laughter. She is calm, she is mellow, she does not speak loud.

So what made Ms. H snap? Apparently, by the way she's telling me, she is awfully disturbed by her "snapping." I offered assistance, in the big-brother sort of way, to put on my psychology-kuno hat, and try to understand her context.

And I think I know the answer. At least the more immediate factor with her. Obviously she is disturbed by something; no one snaps for no reason, especially her. Whatever this something is is making her feel unhappy or, to put it another way, in a mode of internal crisis... to be contined.

PS. What makes a person enter a crisis mode anyway? Or, more specifically, what takes a person away from being happy? ...(assuming that she was happy before).

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

to all the boys dormers in da world (daj, melo, jodl, digs, atbp...), para sa inyo to. hapi valentines day. hehe. wag kayong magkaila, ginagawa nyo to non. haha!!!

daj, matanong lang. nagdadala ka pa ba ng songhits sa cr? hehe.

melo, haba na naman ng post mo. grabe.

jodl,, pwede pa.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

In search for a method... or song.

For Now, But I Do Not Know Until When
by Lumad Alunsina

For now, but I do not know until when….
I shall not look for talbos ng kamote
I shall not visit my suki in the market for fresh tops
I shall not let the tears of onion permeate through the leaves and stalks
Like tan imaginative salty tears rolling as I expect for your signal of coming by
I shall not chop up ginger and smell the oil- spicy smell of its fragrance
I shall not slice tomatoes and bell pepper to make it yummy
I shall not ask for special bagoong from pangasinan
I shall not slice green mango to add flavor
The fun memory of preparing that salad I must leave now
I was denied to fulfill the cute promise of offering this to you
I knew then, I was not among the people you are excited to see….
I shall not turn the pages of duplo & karagatan
For I still have to feel the spirit of enthusiasm
of you scribing on it
No precious and cherished moment writing replies
Except for one when you asked about religion
You were eyeing for someone then,
She is pious and religious you said
And somehow you said
you want to spend the rest of your life with her
Where is she now by the way?
I shall not visit folk houses, bistros, and nightspots
Along Timog, Visayas , and Project 2-3
do not want to remember anymore

I shall not look back of latest travel if only remembering you
I was embarrassed to myself when i anticipated warm presence of yours...
i was embarrassed to myself when i looked forward to your joyful welcome
I shall not ask any favor from you
For I am afraid to be refused either by silence or inaction
When our path would cross
I shall l not ask you to dine with me for talbos
I shall not l ask you for updating or short storytelling
I shall not ask you for coffee together
Because in my heart I know, you will creatively refuse
I thought then, you were a rock
I was wrong
For you,
It was I who is just a rock and a shadow?
I blame not myself
I blame not you my dear friend
I blame only sentimentality
I am now releasing this pain of my own creation
Sharing this to cold wind of January
And the moon as my gracious witness.

In my heart, you will always be a friend.
i will always treasure you
and remember that at the time i met you
i have seen your pain
and when you whisper about
emotional death, i would want to command
the highest heaven
for your resurrection

in so many ways
you have been through brokenness
you have enough of that
hope that healing would bind all your wounds
and may you receive the grace of forgiveness
from those whom you have hurt

I shall remember the art of your proletarian hands
I shall remember your name A.......

I shall forever believe in you

maybe there shall come a day or a moment
when i shall be no longer a rock nor a shadow to you---
...I shall wait for that moment to come