Jan 26, 2014

You Meet Me

Pic no connection with the poem.
I just want to see how Paris looks like in the morning.


You meet me.

There is such comfort in these three words.
For I could never comprehend you.

But you meet me.

You meet me in the morning fresh as dew.
In the evening you are poetry all night long.
And in the dawn, in dawn, you are the stars lighting up my secret reveries.

Jan 10, 2014

Persuasion by Jane Austen



You must forgive me dear reader for spoiling the book for you, but I cannot bear not to put Captain Wentworth's letter to Anne here in my blog. For my heart took wings, smiling like a fool upon reading the letter.


I must advice you to stop and read no more if you want to thoroughly enjoy the book for the said letter near the end is the summit of all pleasures(this story builds and builds and then explodes).


Miss A.E --
I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I have not waited even this ten days, could I have read your feelings, as i think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but i can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating in  
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I must go, uncertain of my fate; but i shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A ward, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never.


There! Such satisfaction to finally read Captain Wentworth's feelings for Anne; my heart and soul revel in Anne's happiness. haha!

I was smiling throughout the book, very much amused of the tug and pull of emotion it has put me through. Jane Austen is a master of telling mundane everyday life, and situations that can happen most likely to people. She tells it as it is, as it should, yet amazingly well.

My only regret is that I wish i could have read it along with Adriana of Classicalquest. My happiness would have been doubled.  But, yeah, this book leaves one satisfied and I am very glad I read it.


Jan 6, 2014

Out Beyond Wants

Siblings Inc.


Go deeper, higher, and higher;
Be curious of what you'll find.

Out beyond wants, there is peace divine.

Who knows why we're here.
There is no secret path.
Be in awe, that is ALL.

Nov 20, 2013

It's More Fun in the Philippines!

Image Source, Photo by Eva Müller


HAHA! This just made my day. No typhoon can break our sense of humor. It is indeed more fun in the Philippines!

Imagine Us

#WordsinAirProjectNo6



But to steal the words from Humbert, the poet/criminal of Lolita, I need you the reader, to imagine us, for we won't really exist if you don't. Against the tyranny of time and politics, imagine us the way we sometimes didn't dare to imagine ourselves: in our most private and secret moments, in the most extraordinarily ordinary instances of life, listening to music, falling in love, walking down the shady streets or reading Lolita in Tehran. And then imagine us again with all this confiscated, driven underground, taken away from us. - Reading Lolita in Tehran




|Quote by Azar Nafisi from her book Reading Lolita in Tehran

What We Search For in Fiction



She reminded me of a warning I was fond of repeating: do not, under any circumstances belittle a work of fiction by trying to turn it into a carbon copy of real life; what we search for in fiction is not so much reality but the epiphany of truth.  - Reading Lolita in Tehran




 #WordsinAirProjectNo5

Nov 18, 2013

There is a poem im trying to memorize because it makes me happy



SIMPLICITY
by Emily Dickinson

How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone,
And does n't care about careers,
And exigencies never fears;
Whose coat of elemental brown
A passing universe put on;
And independent as the sun,
Associates or glows alone,
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.



Me at Dahilayan Bukidnon














 
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