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Now Touch the Air Softly
Now touch the air softly,
Step gently. One, two...
I’ll love you till roses
Are robin’s-egg blue;
I’ll love you till gravel
Is eaten for bread,
And lemons are orange,
And lavender’s red.
Now touch the air softly,
Swing gently the broom.
I’ll love you till windows
Are all of a room;
And the table is laid,
And the table is bare,
And the ceiling reposes
On bottomless air.
I’ll love you till Heaven
Rips the stars from his coat,
And the Moon rows away in
A glass-bottomed boat;
And Orion steps down
Like a diver below,
And Earth is ablaze,
And Ocean aglow.
So touch the air softly,
And swing the broom high.
We will dust the gray mountains,
And sweep the blue sky;
And I’ll love you as long
As the furrow the plow,
As However is Ever,
And Ever is Now.
:)
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Friday, February 29th, 2008
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I've found my favorite season.
...and I've found so much more than that too.
If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I'd find a match.
Coz I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am.
If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
Your head is aching, I'll make it better.
Cuz I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am.
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Sunday, February 17th, 2008
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Wednesday, February 13th, 2008
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I've been awake for a while now
you've got me feelin like a child now
cause every time i see your bubbly face
i get the tinglies in a silly place
It starts in my toes
makes me crinkle my nose
where ever it goes i always know
that you make me smile
please stay for a while now
just take your time
where ever you go
yay. :)
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Monday, January 21st, 2008
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So a friend of mine texted this to me last week, and I think it's more than coincidence that another friend posted this here. And that I read it, given that I barely check this thing anymore.
The semester is starting, I just got back to Madrid, and I can't think of a better way to begin. Closing a chapter just means opening a new one.
Tonight, the moon is full, Spring is just around the corner, the city is beautiful, and this life is intoxicating in a way that I can't explain. I've never been one for change, but this...this is definitely a good thing. :)
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Monday, December 10th, 2007
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Home Sweet Home
in 10 days
:) :) :)
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Saturday, December 1st, 2007
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SO...Puerto del Sol's all lit up, the street performers have multiplied, and the store displays are dripping with red, green, and gold.
My roommates and I were singing Christmas carols as we walked around, with linked arms, and ended up in Starbucks for toffee nut lattes.
Amidst the excitement though, one thing kept creeping up in my mind...
LESS THAN 20 DAYS TILL I'M HOME!!!!
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Friday, November 9th, 2007
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Ohmygoshohmygosh!
I just realized, I get home DECEMBER 20...
How the heck am I gonna have time to get enough stickers to get the Starbucks Planner this year???
aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
hahaha.
5 weeks and counting till I'm home!
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Tuesday, October 9th, 2007
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The creeping realization that I'm capable of this growing indifference is exhilerating.
Shoudn't have done that. or THAT. Or now that I'm thinking of it, any of thaaaaaaattt.
Oh god oh god.
I need a confession box, or a long-ass phone conversation with my best friend. (megs! get your butt here to Spain!!)
But yeah, I'm a little bit excited,
Adios! almost.
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Monday, October 1st, 2007
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and sometimes silence just might work better.
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Wednesday, August 8th, 2007
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OH MYGOD I'M LEAVING IN 10 DAYS.
I just had this sudden wave of panic. I've been lounging around here at home for so long, I never thought this day would come. Aaahhhh, so little time left!!!
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deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
-time is a tree (this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough
-- e.e. cummings
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I've been having a lot of "we're growing up" talks with people. From really close friends, to the most random faces. And in the weirdest places too! I guess it comes with the time. For many of us, this year is such a turning point. It seems like every other day is a milestone. I've had friends graduate, leave, get into serious relationships, break up, change schools, get jobs, etc. And it seems like more and more, the decisions we make today, rule our tomorrow.
I say "our" because yes, more than ever, we own our today. No more high school teachers dictating each pre-planned hour, the hovering of parents decreasing by the day. Two years ago, if I didn't go to a class, my parents, my advisor, and all my classmates would notice. Now, nobody cares that I haven't gone to my accounting class in more than 2 weeks. The possibilities are endless, and the consequences lie heavily on nobody's shoulders but ours too.
I'm leaving in 5 months. Countdown to the real world starts now. I just finished looking at sites for housing and classes, and I can't help but echo in my head all the growing up musings of all the people I've talked to lately. It's an uneasy feeling, this standing on the edge of a cliff sensation. And it's even scarier knowing it's you who got you there, and there's nothing else to do but jump--and nobody else to do it for you.
Growing up. You know, each time something momentuous in my life happened, I'd always think--"this is it, this is growing up." Graduations, student council, first loves, heartaches, going to college--I thought that was it. I guess to some extent I was right--all those things made me grow a little bit in so many ways. But now I get to take all of that, and somehow muster it all up to make me strong enough to get going. Now I get to take all of that, and on my own, steer me to the direction of the rest of my life. And I guess that's what growing up is...until now, everything I've been doing has just been growing. But growing up indicates direction...it's time to think about getting somewhere and not just about getting by.
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Tuesday, February 27th, 2007
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I don't think I need to say anything more. Forget a thousand words, this is worth a thousand thoughts and more. Beautiful. :)
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Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2007 23:59:07 +0800\
From: "rica jose" <rica.jose@gmail.com>
To: "tala esguerra" <tala_e@yahoo.com>
Subject: something that reminded me of you
it's from postsecret and I guess we both feel this way pretty often. :) Thing is there was this cute anecdote attached to it saying:
I was having a bad day at work last week. I hoped my husband would send me flowers to cheer me up but I know he was busy right now. So I called the florist, ordered a bunch of flowers, and had them sent to his office. The card read "give these to your wife, she's having a bad day."
The florist laughed, and so did my husband.
hehehe. Hmmm...not a bad idea. Hahahaha. :)
--
rica j*
...Not a bad idea at all. I'd actually do something like this...all i need is the husband. :))
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Monday, February 26th, 2007
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 free enneagram test
...All thanks to Maraban of course, haha. One of the many fruits of our *Tuesdates*! Find out your type, it's really interesting! :)
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Sunday, February 18th, 2007
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My mom says I have a problem with boundaries. It's been the topic of our fights since I was four...and after 15 years, I think I'm beginning to agree with her.
I don't quite know how to stop. When to say no...when to stop apologizing...when to stop doing things...when to keep accepting all these responsibilities till my plate is overflowing.
The concept of "enough" never seemed to find it's way into my way of thinking, at least when we're talking about me. And I guess that's a good thing to some degree, you can be sure that I give my 110% (at least to things that matter to me).
But then, there's my mom's favorite closing argument, "When you're done giving yourself, what will you be left with? Then what...?"
This is my cue to look down, my seemingly resigned silence satisfying her qualms. I'd always have an answer in my head though. THEN...I'd be happy anyway, right? We're supposed to give our all, we're supposed to aim for selflessness, and besides, you get what you give...right?
Riiiiiggggghhhhttt.
Nights llike tonight I just feel like a goddamned doormat.
I hate it when my mom's right. She's always right.
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Monday, January 29th, 2007
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I just got my go-signal.
Here's to the next chapter!
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Tuesday, December 19th, 2006
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I really am a workaholic. As of today, I'm a self-confessed one. (Yes, David, you're right, I'm admitting it!) And sometimes I complain, and whine, and drudge right through it, but at the end of the day, I'm happpy to plop onto bed from exhaustion, knowing I squeezed every possible bit out of the day. Better than spacing out, and getting lost in over-analyzation, right? Right.
And so the Christmas play is over. (It was great by the way, congrats to the wonderful cast and crew)! I ate my first dinner at home in a LONG time last night. Funny, coz after that I didn't quite know what to do with myself. My one class today was a free cut so I spent the day gearing up for Christmas with my mom and brother, though that didn't prove to be too successful. I just ended up tired, broke, and many Christmas gifts short. Curse my oversized family, and multiple-groups-combined-barkada. Sorry guys, you know I love you. I have a couple more days to brave the battlefield that is the MallsofManila, hopefully I'll come up with something!
I really don't want anything for Christmas this year. At least nothing major. I remember when I'd have a list made out months before. Now, I really dont want anything specific. I couldn't even come up with a specific wish when I started Simbang Gabi! I posted a song last night. Yes, I'm a complete sap. I just wanna feel loved this Christmas, you know? Or to at least feel Christmas again. You know how it is when you're a kid? Everthing seems picture-perfect, and warm, and fuzzy? There--thats what I want.
Cards, and carols, and flowers, and dressing up, and dinners. and good friends, and pictures, and good food. Maybe a surprise or two? That would be more than enough. :)
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lovelove.
Happy. REALLY happy :).
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