of tea cups and melodies

Thursday, June 08, 2006

What I'm Loving Now

* Banana Pancakes by Jack Johnson
* Upside down by Jack Johnson
* Only Hope by Switchfoot
* Lost in Space by Sitti
* Iris by Goo goo dolls
* Samba Song by Sitti
* Para sa Akin by Sitti

Friday, May 19, 2006

recalling the Meteor Garden days

but still i haven't watched MG 1, MG 2 lng :D

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Para sa akin

Thursday, April 27, 2006

ahhhhh.. venice

ultimate wish this summer


To go to a beach resort alone and just revel in the beauty of nature. A time to be away from everything.. just kick my sneakers off and perhaps read a good book and enjoy the gentle breeze and listen to the music of the waves.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Learning for today:

IMMUNITY is the key to survival.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006




I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,

and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.

It seems as though your eyes had flown away

and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.



As all things are filled with my soul

you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.

You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,

and you are like the word Melancholy.



I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.

It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.

And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:

Let me come to be still in your silence.

i do not love you

I do not love you... by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Monday, April 10, 2006

hey look at the sun