Ski Desu

Ski desu.
I like you.
I don't know if you like me too, but I am certain I like you.

I like how you walk, how you talk, how you speak as if you're subtly mumbling.
I like how you look down, not looking at my direction. It gives me the chance to look at you without you noticing.

I like how the mention of your name would make my face turn red.
I like how out of nowhere, I catch myself thinking about you instead.

I hope you like me too.
I may not love you, but really, I do like you.

Misunderstandings of the Different Kind

I don't want to mistake kindness for affection. It caused a few handful of heartaches in this world.

I would not want to mistake kindness for affection, or for infatuation or for that-thing-you-are-thinking-right-now. Sometimes people are just overly kind or courteous that they do things that would make you think they like you. Perhaps they don't mean it. Perhaps they do.

But because of this I now don't know if they're being kind because there's more to their kindness.

I better stop thinking. I shouldn't be misinterpreting things.

Grant Me

Lord, grant me a heart that is full of courage, unmoved by the dictates of the evil which tricks to be truth.

Grant me discernment, that I may be able to decipher the right and just.

Grant me humility, that I may listen before I speak.

Grant me understanding, that I may not be self-centered.

Grant me peace and tranquility, that I may meet every situation with calmness.

Grant me your love, that I may not want and not seek.

And grant me with your grace, that I may live the life You plan for me.

Amor Diminutivo

Drown me in the sound of your voice
Of your subtle mumbling
And wrap me in your arms of warmth and love.

Not the Usual Kind of Thing

Last Tuesday, we were required to submit a 'reflection paper' on the movie 500 Days of Summer. Our professor is, however, open to creative expression, so she was alright if we did a not-so-formal reflection paper. Heck, we could even draw if we wanted to. I was thinking of doing an essay - yeah, the usual thing - when the thought of writing a poem suddenly struck me the day before the submission. And so I did a poem on the dawn of Tuesday. I hope it turns out well in the eyes of my professor. 

Here it is. Don't judge me, okay? :D

When the Man Falls in Love

I once thought that only women can fall in love

That the heart that skips and melts

At the sight of the man

Is a feeling only a woman can have;

But when the man falls in love

His heart also skips and melts

Beating as if leaving his body

And his world stops.

I once thought that only women can get hurt

That the tears and the pain

And the sorrow of love

Are unfelt by men;

But when the man falls in love

His heart is as vulnerable as the woman

That even the slightest, single attempt

To break his heart

Can turn it into a thousand pieces.

I once thought that only women are unforgetful

That the memory of her love

Can be brought back

At the sight of a once shared abode;

But when the man falls in love

Drowning himself in liquor

Vodka, beer, whisky… whatever it is

Could not even erase her memory.

I once thought that only women can love

That only women can get hurt

That only women can get so reminiscing;

But the man

Because the woman is born from the man

They are tied together

That when the woman loves, hurts and remembers

The man also does

Because he, to, is a creature of love.

Sala sa Lamig, Sala sa Init

Ayaw kong maging tapunan.
'Yung tatanggap ng bagay na parang tira lang ng iba. Hindi naman talaga hinanda para sa 'yo pero dahil walang mapagbigyan, sa 'yo na lang ibibigay.
Mas mainam nang huwag na lang ibigay sa akin ang bagay na hindi naman talaga para sa akin, kaysa isiping nakatutuwa ang pamimigay ng hindi para sa akin.

Gusto ko rin naman makatanggap ng bagay na nakalaan talaga para sa akin. 'Yung bukal na ibibigay.

Pero minsan, nakakahiya rin tumanggap ng gamit na sobrang ganda kahit para sa'yo. Minsan pakiramdam mo hindi mo naman deserve. Problema rin 'yun.

Ferris Wheel!

Posted these on my Facebook account. People seem to actually like it.

So, what do you think?

There's this warmth you get seeing yellows and oranges and reds. 

Gives me some comfort.

Almost unedited. The place actually looks good. 

One of the favorites not by me but by the people who saw the Ferris Wheel album.

I think it's quite over-edited, but to some its avant-garde-ness might have tickled their perception of beauty.

(c) Sheena Sacdalan
I have not added watermarks because I think they'd ruin the picture.
Please please put credits when you choose to use the pictures. Thanks! ;)

Things Fall Apart

Things Fall Apart, sabi nga ni Chinua Achebe.

Minsan marami kang nasa isip pero hindi mo maisulat kasi hindi mo rin talaga alam paano isulat. Alam mo, pero ayaw mo, o ayaw ng puso o kaluluwa mo, o ayaw mong umabot sa puntong maging vulnerable ka dahil sa pagbuhos ng damdamin mo.

Tama na, baka masyado pang lumala ang drama.

Basta totoo nga ata talagang Things Fall Apart.

PS Di ko natapos basahin 'yung libro.