Selamat Berpuasa

a filipino by birth and malaysian sabahan by heart
jadi, i join my abangs, kakas, adiks,
and everyone else in my second home

a happy ramadhan!

this too shall pass...

she feels the chaos break open the gates
spreading numbness inch by inch,
drowning that which enables coherence of thought
its toxic aura making its way to core of her being
strength seems to have leaked out
with it, the draining of will and passion

she kneels and pray
guard my heart oh Great Spirit, she cries
sheild it from the poison of conformity
or the lies of defeat
let it not break with the pressure
instead let it pound loudly
to beat of my dream's drum
and remind me of the power in believing, she appeals

let her fathom the wisdom of knowing
that despite the failure of all her senses
she can trust in one thing that remains pure
the essence of all that she is
sans the dictations of the world
from this, she can gather her desire to continue her journey

hear her song Great Spirit
in this twilight of her existence
let her reach out and hold on to faith
that this too shall pass

Safe Habour

my gypsy spirit craves for a sense of family of which I found it in these people.

each an individual with their own life journey and a safe harbour where everyone can come together to share their stories, clink glasses and offer up the next leg to life!

thank you for the friendship and the bond that will always make me feel that I am home.

Our Angel Has Gone Back to Heaven

while the other tita's are cooking or talking, we play.

i remember sitting you on the table so that we can play with your birthday cake's characters. or that the morning in Los Banos when you pulled down each of our blankets just to make sure you'd say good morning to right tita. our first born always eager to experience life.

then i got busy and limited my involvement with talks on the phone that became further and further apart till almost none. then i get a phone call from your ninang that i had to see you today, cause you had said goodnight to this life.

oh how i cried to the years i could have spent with you. i know you would have hushed me and would assure me that you are in a better place anyway.

my dear Io, no words can express the spectrum of emotions i feel. i can go on with i would have wanted clauses but all that wouldn't matter anymore. all i can give now is a promise that you will never be forgotten! and that you have knocked me to the conciousness that opportunities can never be relived so we need to enjoy them when the moment is offered.

goodnight my Io, you will always be remembered...