Friday, June 17, 2005
The sounds of a love story
Silence alone is great;
All else is weakness.
Tell me now, how I could search for silence when all I want to hear is the sound of...
...OPM on a borrowed guitar
---shivering in denim cutoffs as lithe fingers plucked chords and heartstrings, lyrics and stares forming a melody that knows no rhythm save for heartbeats and deep breaths, watching, waiting, unfolding a prelude to a prayer and a first kiss that sealed your fate and mine.
---a soft blanket that embraces senses and sensibilities, draping gently across leaves and awnings and washing away fears and questions, dirt dissolving with every drop, draining into a vast wasteland, a dry prison, stranger to smile and song - until you came along.
---distant rumbles travelling through skies and spaces between us, teaching me to listen and teaching you to cast your wishes upon unseen stars.
---graceful tones that mark daybreaks and promises, wind and wood, metal and magic, earthen tunes whose timbre reverberates across empty ceilings and whose echoes testify to the healing power of memory.
So. Quiet days are best spent dreaming, I hear.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
A theory on destructive interference
An interesting, albeit brief, fusion of Love and Physics (courtesy of Ernest Macalalad, a friend and ally):
"People are like light waves."
"When light waves meet up or their courses collide, there is interference
. There are cases when this becomes a good thing, such as when there is additive or constructive interference that results in a new wave with increased amplitude..."
"But, suppose you have two waves: Same wavelength. And yet travelling out of phase with each other; one wave's crest meets with the other wave's trough... Ultimately, they cancel each other out. We call that destructive interference
Life feels like a medley of recycled love songs these days.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Yesterday, I felt the universe mocking me:
Two friends told me their loved ones had irrevocably left them. You see, Joy? You are not special. You are not the only one basking in glorious misery. (But our case was different. We arrived at a mutual decision...) Sure, sure, say what you want to say. In the end all that's left are the detritus of human sentiments, spilled guts and blood and all the rest of the broken pieces of a botched emotional experiment... It's over and he's gone... (Anak ng kamoteng kinain ng kambing... Tumigil ka na lang. All hope is not lost.) Gee. When are you goin' to wake up, girl? (When there is no more beauty in feeling pain.) Oh you insufferable, insufferable fool! (Oh you arrogant, unfeeling realist!)
Yesterday, yeah, I felt the universe mocking me. I mocked right back.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Use LIVER and CHEESE in a sentence.
"Liver alone, cheese mine!"
Of all his jokes, I loved that one the best. I gave a hearty chuckle when I read that off my cellphone.
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That was a week ago.
Friday, April 15, 2005
Waxing poetic, waxing pathetic. (Otherwise known as: Blah. Blech.)
I am feeling a strange kind of peace.
It is the peace of a thousand words left unsaid, of knowing that not knowing is how things are supposed to be.
It is the peace that rocks me to sleep every sleepless, starless and silent night; the peace that whispers songs and sighs, every want and wish, of visions and dreams unrealized.
It is the peace of the hopeful, the peace that comes with the promise of resolution.
It is the peace, quite simply, of surrender.
So yeah, I am feeling a strange kind of peace. It's not so bad.