SPREADING WINGS.

Tomorrow, I will be calling Dara David! My former colleague Mick was offering me a stint to write for clickthecity.com, courtesy of Dara. This is one of those opportunities I would bet my arm not missing! For one, I don’t call it moonlighting at all. I label it as a calling to my passion. I hope that Dara would give me a shot.

Same thing goes to my artist friend Bob Suzara who owns AdFocus, who never fails to remind me to write copies for some of his clients. *grin*mwah*.

Thank you, people, for believing in my talent. I know that if Ronald is reading this right now, he will be delighted to know that after so many times he attempted to crack my skull open, here are the opportunities coming my way without giving up on my bread and butter. (Suddenly, I am reminded of my conversation with Kidlat Tahimik during one of Joe’s artistic iteneraries the last time we visited Baguio.)Ron, your inspiration is taking me to the horizon you used to paint for me. I will unearth that promise.

AFTER THE STORM.

Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream.When you wanted to pursue happines at an arm’s length, it veers from you like the strong, drifting wind initiating the grand chase of your lifetime and it leaves you gasping for breath, unable to win the race. Where has it gone?

I’ve had a motley of chances with time trying to chase that drifting wind. Two chances at life. And in between, I had asked God if I am still worthy to live a life that’s far too different from the one I used to live. It seems to me that as I grew older, I had lost the spirituality of my youth, when I’d spend long hours inside the church to commune with HIM… I miss that phase. When life was as plain as white, devoid of complexities: rearing my little daughters, bringing them to school, doing homeworks with them, waitng for my husband to come home, praying in bed, waking up thanking the Lord for a beautiful day. All domesticated pleasures.

These are the things that can pierce me with longing when I am displaced from them by time’s whim.

Our dreams took them away.

And day after day is heartbreak each time they cross my mind. If I have the chance to maneuver the hands of time back to relive those simple pleasures, I’d grab it with my life. Shield my family from every storm that comes to make sure no one will leave… I crossed paths with those storms many times over. I am still here, out of it, not the same person I was when I walked in. And after the storm, It’s still the 3 of us: myself and my daughters by my side. I’ve alaways prayed to God that, as they grow old, may they remember and carry with them mommy’s love. I know they will… And I wouldn’t care anymore if the rest of the world forgets.

I write this for Wam and Roxeanne. They are my witness to all the storms I surpassed. I may have done my own mistakes but I know that no matter what, they will always choose the same mother over and over again without a fail.
I do not know if I could still picture the sun.Perhaps I will keep on running after that strong, drifting wind. And if I catch it, I will never ever let it slip through my hands again..

God is still good.

EYES OPEN WIDE

a cloaked romance
death has prepared
synchronized intuitions
lost in despair
sink and be gone
vanish in endless trails
sing and dance
on a crucial affair
bleed in love
down on the drain
i lost my smiles
when you walked away
blank and diguised
bloated sanity
colorless sky
a dead rainbow cries
as the lovers dies
on the same way
they became alive
now dreamer wakes
with blood in the eyes
calling his cabinet
of static beliefs
let me embrace silence
as i once did
before the world thought
i’m better undead.

-MALAYA

MALAYA PART 2.

You just told me a while ago that in our world, time has no hands. I often wonder what is it with our friendship that truly, always makes me feel being embraced by it when I suffer from a well of grief.

Wherever I go and whatever I become, it’s going to be with you everywhere. You let me know that I can achieve anything. And on those days when the world just overwhelms me and I can barely even move, you make me feel and remind me that you are there.

Ron, you are my bestfriend,my brother, my soulmate and the platonic love of my life.

Thank you for being there. I love you, I trust you and as you believe in my potential - I, too ,know the great things you achieved and will achieve throughout your lifetime without me.

Cha

(Ronald a.k.a. Malaya is an artist I am so proud of. A brother to me. The only male friend I can muster i love you to without cringing out of sick desperation. Because he understands. My soul’s supplement. My alter ego. My true friend of 16 years. The one I used to ride the LRT with. Cried with. Built all the dreams of my youth with. He renews my soul. Our friendship will never falter. We have proven.)