Right/Wrong
Just because something feels right doesn’t necessarily mean it’s right. But if something is wrong, it’s going to just feel plain wrong.
Just because something feels right doesn’t necessarily mean it’s right. But if something is wrong, it’s going to just feel plain wrong.
For the love of my life, my friend, my partner, Mona:
Did you know?
Without you
Each step that I take
feels like a thousand miles
Not one morsel, no single drop,
can hold its taste or flavor
Without you
The golden rays of sunlight
eclipsed in cloudless rain
The vibrant colors of the world
Dulled by sheer misery
Without you
Each flower that blooms
drops to the ground, trampled
It’s beauty wasted, forgotten
watched by an unseeing eye
Without you
Every day that passes
is a struggle of faith
To fill the emptiness inside
An endless pit of darkness
Without you
The smile is just a farce
A hollow shell devoid of substance
Did you know?
This was a poem I wrote for my fiancee about a year after we first met. I’m not quite as good a poet as Shelley or Keats, but this poem was something written from the heart.
I love you not for the beauty of your laugh and smile
though i must say your beauty overcomes me
Not for the sound of your voice or gentle whisper
music to my ears, though they may be
Not for lofty words or silly things
though you make me think and laugh
I love you not for the way your kisses stop my heart
nor the feel of your hands on mine
Not for the way your head rests right
into the hollow of my shoulders
Not for the way you hold me close
reminder of an angel’s touch
I love you not for your graceful walk
nor the way you move towards me
Not for the laughs and times we shared
treasured memories they may be
Not for the times you’ve saved me from
a darkness far beyond me
I love you not for the laughter nor the tears
though we have been through a lot
but I will always be by your side
to hold your hands and walk with you
I love you not for any single reason
or any of those things
I love you for all of them and more
I love you just because you’re you
How does a stew made out of pork blood sound? Not too good? Think again!
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If you have ever visited or lived in the Philippines, you probably are aware (or were made aware by some naughty Filipino friends) of a dish called dinuguan. Dinuguan, derived from the root word dugo (meaning blood in Filipino), is a stew made mainly out of pig’s blood and innards.
Ever since I was young, dinuguan has been served at approximately half the parties I attended. It was a popular accompaniment to white rice, pansit (noodles) and puto (rice cakes).
Until my high school years though, I never partook of the dinuguan being served at parties. Knowing what it was made of made me ignore the aroma everytime a hot pot of dinuguan was opened. Perhaps my relatively non-traditional upbringing played a part too. We didn’t partake of much offal in the family, so perhaps, it’s one reason I avoided dinuguan and other delicacies made out of animal innards.
Lately, I’ve been feeling a bit sluggish and out of touch with reality. I need to get back in working form and sprucing up this site is one way to do it.
I’ll probably be pulling the site offline for a couple of hours a day this weekend to work on some stuff I’ve been putting off for a while now. Here are some things to look forward to:
This is probably a lot to squeeze into one weekend so I’m not going to force the issue. I’m going to take this one step at a time and hope for the best. Oh, and don’t worry, the site is going to be up most of the time and I’m not going to remove any of your favorite articles.