Listen to my advice dear child

And commit not my mistake.

I met a man and loved too early

And quickly too my heart did break.

I remember all so clearly

The day your father went away,

I can hardly understand

Why he with us can’t stay.

So charming was his aura,

So alluring was his voice–

Gifts of scented flowers

Chocolates and stuffed-toys.

Oh, how I was fooled quickly

How immature I was then

To think that marriage is like

Little children playing mother-hen.

But I was wrong, oh so very wrong–

Love and marriage is not a game.

I have failed him as a wife and as your mother

I have no one but myself to blame.

I hope you learned a lesson

From my unfortunate life

Make sure the man really loves you

Before you become his wife

So now my child, I teach you a legacy

That no one had ever taught me.

**this is a poem I made for a class I had back with Joni Cham.

In the future I’ll be listening

To the classical songs of the Audioslave.

And I’ll be staying in my fortress

I brought from old Wayne–the Bat Cave!

I’ll be driving his black volkswagen

He called the Batmobile.

But then I can’t be driving,

Got not license, it has no wheels.

So I’ll go back to my Bat Cave

And Video call an old time friend

Clark Kent from Smallville

Smiling at the other end.  (awww….)

Then I’ll email Peter Parker

From his work in New York City,

Afterwards I will go and visit

Austin Powers in his paddie.

"Moon Crystal Power, Make-Up!"

Good grief! I’m Sailormoon!

Killer Legs and Killer thighs

I must be dreaming, must wake up soon!

**this one was from this Profile thingie I wrote back in 2002.  Just wanted to post it for sentimental purposes.  It’s all crap, I know.

Beneath the tender and hallowed care

Of celestial wings and of feathered air,

Their cluttered and sliced souls would often sigh

To deaf winds that passed them by.

In the eternal night, they would hug and babble

Their words are whispers, their songs tremble

Endlessly talking, always of romance

And of a place where it was legal for brown men to dance.

Je voudrais prolonger mes condoleances. Vous avez ete une grande personne de ventes, mais pas un grand ami. Nous ne vous avons jamais aimes et nous sommes heureux que vous nous laissez derriere. 

But then I do hope you enjoy your life.

Une petite malédiction chinoise: J’espere que vous vivez une vie tres interessante.  (o^-^o)  Enjoy!

On the corner cafe on the 15th street

I wrote a poem in a moment’s heartbeat

I wrote about my love, my loss and all the pain

And though my words will remain unheard

I would rather keep it than be unworthy said

Because the object of my true affection

May never know my true intention

Of having written my heart’s desires

On papers that could be the end of me

If he knew my love intendedly

Disclosed by some jerk who would dare open

The pages of the book I wrote my love on then

But I think it will be better for him to know

Than have never read what my hearts on paper show.

***I keep my letter for the Light of Verona in a small notebook that I intend to give him someday.  And probably by then, he’ll know that he is the Light of Verona.

I have just read an article about a woman who fell in love with a married man, and that they have had a sexual attachment.  She said that she is willing to keep on hurting that way than to lose the love of her boyfriend.  Could anyone be dumber? One thing that people should know about love is that it is all in the mind.  Loving someone has nothing to do with fate and destiny, rather, it is all because of our given choices.  Love is something that we women tend to associate with the fluttering of butterflies in our stomach; men associate it with the throb on their weinies.

Long and lasting relationships between people of the old has been like that because of choices.  Now, given the circumstances that people like our grandfolks has a bigger fear of committing something that goes against everything that has been taught to them, like adultery, went on with their lives avoiding the theme.  Whereas, people now in the know, just like us, view adultery with a rather indifferent angle.  Reasoning that men are innately polygamous, that healthy sex is good for you, that everybody is doing it anyway so why should you not try it are our ways of justifying the acts that was unheard of only half-a-century ago.  Now, we can fall in and out of love with anyone we fancy, even if he’s married.

Again, it is all in the mind.  Compatability is something that people would really work in a relationship.  Sure it is ahard, so what’s New Year’s resolutions are for?  Loving someone is a choice.  We chose to love this person because of several reasons that no matter how cliched or obscene, it would still be valid–even if it is the dumbest "you-laugh-like-my-brother" reason.

When I was a kid, having little comprehension skills on how and what love is, I fell in love with my best friend.  Soon after that, I couldn’t afford not to be with him.  It crushed me during my mid-teenage years that he married a very pretty girl.  I said to myself that I will never be truly happy because the first and greatest love of my life met his pre-destined (noting that the use of the word is for literary purposes only), AND IT WASN"T ME!   Later, I fell in love again and it was the happiest days of my post teenage years.  Got hit by the love-crusher-truck again, took a gasp of air and dove into another love.  Now I am in a relationship that has an entirely different plot from all the other loves I had before.  I initially didn’t love him but I feel comfortable around him and for the past three months that we have been together, I realized that I am starting to adore him despite his nasty habits.  Why?  Because I choose to look only at the things I like about him; his features, his wits and his demanors; the bad things about him like the way he arches his eyebrows whenever he wants to intimidate, or the way he pops-up in an unconventional time, like 2am–these are the things that I am learning to like about him.  It is easier to do things this way rather than to force him to change into someone whose eyebrows are stuck with a minor facial palsy.  I am happy with the choices I have made, learned the key to my own happiness and I am not down on my knees ar some freak I thought was god.

I am not trying to divert you to a better road to salvation, but I am rather pointing out the possibilities that we could be truly happy in a relationship if we know that everything becomes as it is under our own choices.  Everything has an option, a choice: to be or not to be, to forgive or not to forgive. to like or not to like and to love or not to love.  A perfect match would be a person who can scroll-down on your husband recipe checklist and be totally compatible with your major personality, some minor setbacks could be remedied.  If not, we have the option to ignore it or accept it.  Now, will you still choose to hurt?  Hey, its your choice anyway.

Intoxication, lucid like a dream

But when Hades strikes at heaven’s floor

Every furies screeching their death scream

And shouts out their curses on heaven’s door.

We are the forsaken, forgotten children

Abandoned to the weather, mercy of wild beasts

Terminated, lead to fertile the soil left barren

We are the source of the furies’ frenzied feasts.

You could have been like on of us; floating

Aimlessly towards the mythological limbo

Products of somebody else’s wicked bearing–

The local hussies, brazen bitches and profiled bimbo.

Oh, what fate denied irony laughs at,

Because in the end there would be chaos

You will be the feast we will sit at

Our time be done before yours could even arose.

When I first read the comic, I told myself that this guy, Roman Dirge, got exactly what I wanted to say about life and sanity.  It is the perfect fantasy story for someone like me.  Full of naivette, Lenore was once a little girl who got "sicky" and took a "long nap,"  waking up after being embalmed and ta-da! A cute little dead girl.  (Note that a dirge is actually a song for the dead, hahaha).

I want to post a picture of Lenore here, the one I actually have is at home and we are not allowed to save pictures from the web in order to save and post here in the office. 

Those who would want to see what Lenore looks like, you can try this official web site: www.spookyland.com

Mr. Gosh by the way, is a sock puppet, completely infatuated with Lenore despite the many times she tried to kill him.  Something I always wanted to do in my life. (o^-^o)

And, I checked his livejournals–I meant Roman Dirge, not Lenore’s– and I never knew he is that good looking. Why, I never knew artist could be thatgood looking! Whew!

swift as Achilles’ arrows

i fly to where you are

than to endure the hurt

caused to me when you are far

when Appollo flees and Daphne

holds the chase

for though dear, you love me

quite platonic

i will continue with this race

I san the floor

"cherche"—searching

for him whose eyes

kept my soul awake–haunting

a place for me to rise

to his level, that pedestal

where I regard him like a celestial

a dream, it could be

when I hope for him to find me.