The Smile You Gave Me


The smile.
The lips.
The redness.

How could I ever go wrong?
The smile is pasted on my face.
The smile you gave me
has not gone out of style.

Thoughts of you blowing kisses…
Will I ever frown?
Words you say each morn I awake…
Will I ever cry?

I am still wearing the smile you gave me.
I will be wearing the smile you gave me.


Holy Week Reflection


My hibernation phase nears
as I join the solemnity
the coming week augurs.

Not in tears. Neither in cheers.
Just in silence as it appears.


Repent, forgive and forget.
There’s no need to fret.
A holy week indeed
to live life by the Creed.

The Silence of Dawn

The silence of the dawn has often given me thoughts
Of all the goodness I have been receiving.

It makes me wonder what good things have beset my path.
It takes me to wander off my mind to the delights
my life has set foot on.
This way, I become so thankful of the graces
and fortune that have crossed my path.

The silence of the dawn…
the peaceful bridge to my day ahead.

(posted 04Mar2014)

The Smile In The Sky

Again the eve comes.

My mind runs wild like a leopard.

Running after tomorrow.

Running away from yesterday.

Again I get lost myself.

But then I see a star.

Two stars shimmering

Just atop the glimmering moon.

Not full, Not half.

Just enough to make a smile.

And then I know I am on the right path.

This is why I love the night.

The moon smiles and tells me

Everything is all right.

Date A Girl Who Writes

Date a girl who writes. She may never wear completely clean clothes because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space. Her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many words that she’s cluttered amidst the space. Tabs open filled with obscure and popular music. Interesting factoids about Catherine the Great, and the immortality of the jellyfish. Laugh it off when she tells you that she forgot to clean her room. That her clothes are lost among the binders so it’ll take her longer to get ready. That her shoes hidden under the mountain of broken Bic pens and the refurbished laptop that she’s saved for ever since she was twenty. Kiss her under the lamppost when it’s raining. Tell her your definition of love. Find a girl who writes. You’ll know that she has a sense of humor; a sense of empathy and kindness. She will dream up worlds, universes for you. She’s the one with the faintest of shadows underneath her eyelids, the one who smells of beer or soda, and jasmine green tea. You see that girl hunched over a notebook? That’s the writer. With her fingers occasionally smudged with charcoal, with ink that will travel onto your hands when you interlock your fingers with hers. She will never stop churning out adventures of traitors and heroes. Darkness and light. Fear and love. That’s the writer. She can never resist filling a blank page with words, whatever the color of the page is. Date a girl who writes because a girl who writes reads. She’s the girl reading while waiting for her cake and tea. She’s the quiet girl with her music turned up loud (or impossibly quiet), separating the two of you by an ocean of crescendos and decrescendos as she’s thinking of the perfect words. If you take a peek at her cup, the tea or coffee is already cold. She’s already forgotten about it. Use a pick-up line with her if she doesn’t look too busy. If she raises her head, offer to buy her another cup of tea… or water. Or a bottle of cold beer. She’ll repay you with stories. If she closes her laptop, give her your critique of Tolstoy, and your best theories of Hannibal and the birdges of Madison County. Tell her your characters.., your dreams. Ask if she gotten through her first novel. It is hard to date a girl who writes. But be patient with her. Give her books for her birthday, pretty notebooks for Christmas and for anniversaries, moleskins and many, many books. Give her the gift of words for writers are talkative people. They are verbose in their thanks. Let her know that you’re behind her every step of the way, for the lines between fiction and reality are fluid. She’ll give you a chance. Don’t lie to her. She’ll understand the syntax behind your words. She’ll be disappointed by your lies. A girl who writes will understand that sometimes, even the greatest heroes fail and that happy endings take time, both in fiction and reality. She’s realistic. A girl who writes isn’t impatient; she will understand your flaws. She will cherish them, because a girl who writes will understand plot. She’ll understand that endings happen for better or for worse. A girl who writes will not expect perfection from you. Her narratives are rich, her characters are multifaceted because of interesting flaws. She’ll understand that a good book does not have perfect characters; villains and tragic flaws are the salt of books. She’ll understand trouble, because it spices up her story. No author wants an invincible hero; the girl who writes will understand that you are only human. Be her compatriot… her darling, her love, her dream, her world. If you find a girl who writes, keep her close. If you find her just before sunset typing furiously under the neon gaze of the light illuminating her furrowed forehead, place a blanket gently on her so that she does not catch a chill. Make her a pot of tea, and sit with her. You may lose her to her world for a few moments, but she will come back to you, brimming with treasure. You will believe in her every single time, the two of you illuminated only by the computer screen, but invincible in the darkness. She is your Lumiere. When you are afraid of the dark, she will guide you… her words turning into lanterns… turning into lights and stars and candles that will guide you through your darkest times. She’ll be the one to save you. She’ll whisk you away on a hot air balloon, and you will be smitten with her. She’s mischievous, frisky, yet she’s quiet and when she has to kill off a lovely character, when she cries, hold her and tell her that it will be alright. Love a writer and propose to her. Maybe on a boat in the ocean, maybe in a little cottage in the Appalachian Mountains. Maybe on the top floor of the Empire State Building in the Big Apple. Or in Manila. Or Hongkong, even in Sydney. Maybe just outside her friend’s house. Because she’s radiant, wherever she goes. Maybe even outside of a cinema where the two of you kiss in the rain. She’ll say that it is overused and clichéd, but the glint in her eyes will tell you that she appreciates it all the same. You will smile hard as she talks a mile a second. Your heart will skip a beat when she holds your hand. She will write stories of your lives together. She’ll hold you close and whisper secrets into your ears. Her names for the children might be terrible but you’ll be okay with that. A girl who writes will tell your children fantastical stories. Because that is the best part about a girl who writes. She has imagination and courage. Enough to make her save you in the oceans of her dreams as she’ll be your catharsis. She’ll be your firebird and your knight. She’ll become your world, in the curve of her smile, in the hazel of her eye the half-dimple on her face, the words that are pouring out of her– a torrent, a wave, a crescendo – so many sensations that you will be left breathless by a girl who writes. Date a girl who writes because you deserve it. She’s witty and empathetic, even enigmatic at times. She’s got the most colorful life. She may be living in an outlandish flat somewhere in Serendra or in a modest bungalow in the suburbs or the metro. A girl who writes will understand reality. She’ll be infuriating at times, and maybe sometimes you will hate her. Sometimes she will hate you too. But a girl who writes understands human nature, and she will understand that you are weak. She will not leave on the Midnight Train the first moment that things go sour. She will understand that real life isn’t like a story, because while she works in stories, she lives in reality. Date a girl who writes. Because there is nothing better than a girl who writes.

Just How Many Do I Really Need?

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In this day and age, one cannot afford to settle for just one. Can you imagine just having one bag you use every given day (or night)? Or just a pair of shoes you use for work, play or just about anything?

While I was transferring my stuff from one small black purse to my big brown bag, I noticed that my red make-up kit was a bit bulky. I don’t normally open this kit. It has just become a habit to put it in my purse whenever I go out, together with my big black wallet and my reading glasses.

I checked on the red kit and was surprised to see more than a dozen lipsticks in it! Just how many lipsticks do I really need? Or even use?

There are 8 brands, from the cheapest to the most expensive. 8 different red tones and 3 orange shades. Pink, peach, brown and gold complete the line-up.

Lip gloss and sheeners are also tucked in this red kit. The array ranges from the sweetest pink to the boldest red. And some are flavored too. For tasteful kissing, I suppose.

I guess lipsticks just grow with the female.

A girl needs 2 shades of sweet pink and some gloss, even Chapstick.

A lady discovers the strength of brighter shades of pink and light red. She learns to use what shade suits her personality.

A woman wears bloody red or dark brown shades of lipstick. She wears her shade to complete her ensemble.

But me? I choose the boldest of all reds. At any given time, I am in my red lipstick.

So what do I do now with these other tones? I keep them all… neatly in my red kit. I have grown so attached to them as these are gifts from friends and family.

Although I really need just one… the red.

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