Sunday, December 27, 2009

Love Does Not Know Secrets

Love knows no secrets,
when it is hidden it will be discovered
Love has no choice;
when it seizes a man,
he will confess everything,
everything that was not done.

Love has no pity,
even an old man may be put to shame,
love does not return
to a Thing it desires.
When it pursues,
he turns mad.

Love humbles a man
his body becomes emaciated;
when a friend of ours is humiliated
it is not fair to laugh at him.
A man does not have the stamina
to put love aside.

Love never agrees
to share (a man's attention) with anything;
If you irritate love,
you melt away at once.
Love is a disease,
a malignant incurable disease.

-Swahili Love Poetry
translated by Ali Ahmed Jahadhmy

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

500 Days of Summer

Narrator: This is a story of boy meets girl. But you should know up front, this is not a love story.

Rachel Hansen: Just because she's likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn't mean she's your soul mate.

Rachel Hansen: Tom, I know you think she was the one, but I don't. Next time you look back, I think you should look again.

Summer: You weren't wrong, Tom. You were just wrong about me.

Summer: I woke up one morning and I just knew.
Tom: Knew what?
Summer: What I was never sure of with you.

Tom: My name's Tom.
Girl at Interview: [shaking hands] Nice to meet you. I'm Autumn.

Narrator: Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. May 23rd was a Wednesday.

Paul: Robin is better than the girl of my dreams. She's real.

Tom: You don't want to be named as someone's boyfriend, and now your someone's wife?

McKenzie: Hey, don't you have like 20 cards to write by Friday?
Tom: Nope, all done.
McKenzie: Really? Well, could you help me with mine? Because I'm running out of ways to say "Congratulations". So far, I've got: "Congrats", "Good job" and "Well done".
Tom: Hmmm. How about..."Every day you make me proud. But today you get a card."
McKenzie: Shit, that's good!
Tom: I know.

This is not a love story. This is a story about love.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Witty Remarks

Never believe in anything until it has been officially denied.
Otto von Bismarck

There are some things so serious you have to laugh at them.
Niels Bohr

The nice thing about egoists is that they don't talk about other people.
Lucille S. Harper

Never underestimate the power of human stupidity.
Robert A. Heinlein

I never made a mistake in my life; at least, never one that I couldn't explain away afterwards.
Immanuel Kant

I became a feminist as an alternative to becoming a masochist.
Sally Kempton

Some folks are wise and some are otherwise.
Tobias George Smolett

It is easier to stay out than get out.
Mark Twain

I think; therefore, I'm single.
Lizz Winstead

"For there is nothing either good or bad, thinking makes it so."
- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet, II.ii

"It is impossible to defeat an ignorant man in argument."
- William Gibbs McAdoo (1863-1941)

"Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake."
- Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-1821)

The man who can smile when things go wrong has thought of someone else he can blame it on. Robert Bloch

Saturday, November 28, 2009


No people are uninteresting.
Their fate is like the chronicle of planets.

Nothing in them is not particular,
and planet is dissimilar from planet.

And if a man lived in obscurity
making his friends in that obscurity
obscurity is not uninteresting.

To each his world is private,
and in the world one excellent minute.

And in that world one tragic minute.
These are private.

In any man who dies there dies with him
his first snow and kiss and fight.
It goes with him.

They are left books and bridges
and painted canvas and machinery.

Whose fate is to survive.
But what has gone is also not nothing:

by the rule of the game something has gone.
Not people die but worlds die in them.

Whom we knew as faulty, the earth's creatures
Of whom, essentially, what did we know?

Brother of brother? Friend of friends?
Lover of lover?

We who knew our fathers
in everything, in nothing.

They perish. They cannot be brought back.
The secret worlds are not regenerated.

And every time again and again
I make my lament against destruction.

excerpt from Prisons of Silence

The strongest prisons are built
with walls of silence.

She Proves the Inconsistency of the Desires and Criticism of Men Who Accuse Women of What They Themselves Cause

Foolish men who accuse
women unreasonably,
you blame yet never see
you cause what you abuse.

You crawl before her, sad
begging for a quick cure;
why ask her to be pure
when you have made her bad?

In one heroic breath
your reason fails, like a wild
bogeyman made up by a child
who then is scared to death.

With idiotic pride
you hope to find her prize:
a regal whore like Thais
and Lucretia for a bride.

Has anyone ever seen
a stranger moral fervor:
you who dirty the mirror
regret it is not clean?

You treat favor and disdain
with the same shallow mock-
ing voice: love you and you squawk,
demur and you complain.

No answer at her door
will be a proper par:
say no--she has no heart,
say yes--and she's a whore.

Two levels to your game
in which you are the fool:
one you blame as cruel,
one who yields, you shame.

How can one not be bad
the way your love pretends
to be? Say no and she offends.
Consent and you are mad.

With all the fury and pain
your whims cause her, it's good
for her who has withstood
you. Now go and complain!

You let her grief take flight
and free her with new wings.
Then after sordid things
you say she's not upright.

Who is at fault in all
this errant passion? She
who falls for his pleas, or he
who pleads for her to fall?

Whose guilt us greater ub
this raw erotic play?
The girl who sins for pay or
man who pays for sin?

So why be shocked or taunt
her for the steps you take?
Care for her as you make
her, or shaper her as you want,

but do not come with pleas
and later throw thwm in
her face, screaming of sin
when you were at her knees.

You fight us from birth
with weapons of arrogance.
Between promise and pleading stance,
you are devil, flesh, and earth.


When your face
appeared over my crumpled life
at first I understood
only the poverty of what I have.
Then its particular light
on woods, on rivers, on the sea,
became my beginning in the coloured world
in which I had not yet had my beginning.
I am so frightened, I am so frightened,
of the unexpected sunrise finishing,
of revelations
and tears and the excitement finishing,
I don't fight it, my love is this fear,
I nourish it who can nourish nothing,
love's slipshod watchman.
Fear hems me in.
I am conscious that these minutes are short
and that the colours in my eyes will vanish
when your face sets.

Autumn is...

effortlessly beautiful than summer, winter and spring. It's the time to loosen up from the demands of beauty on which nature is called for. When leaves fall from trees, they sway gracefully until they rest. When branches are left bare, they breathe freely. When flowers lose their color, they exhale in relief. It need not struggle for too much beauty like spring, nor give off too much of itself (temperature) as summer and winter. Simply by abiding to time, it gives off itself silently, sincerely and beautifully.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

My Books

The Winnder Stands Alone - Paulo Coelho
The Devil and Miss Prym
The Witch of Portobello
The Zahir
The Fifth Mountain
Veronika Decides to Die
By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
Eleven Minutes
The Valkyries
The Alchemist
Like the Flowing River
Fly on the Wall Volume I and II - Gail Tan Ilagan
One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Love in Time of Cholera
Memories of Melancholy Whores
The God of Small Things - Arundhati Roy
The Tao of Pooh - Benjamin Hoff
The Tell-Tale Heart -Edgar Allan Poe
Mythology - Edith Hamilton
The Lives of Artist - Vasari
The Major Works - Shelley
The Canterbury Tales - Chaucer
Antigone, Oedipus, Electra - Sophocles
An Enquiry of Human Understanding - Hume
Sherlock Holmes - The Complete Novels and Stories Volume 1 and 2 - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
The Voice of the Master - Kahlil Gibran
A Self Portrait
Between Night and Morn
The Broken Wings
Spirits Rebellion
The Prophet
Mirrors of the Soul
Tears and Laughter
Five People You Meet in Heaven - Mitch Albom
Flight of the Nighthawks - RAymund Feist
The Little Prince - Antoine de Exupery
The Chronicles of Narnia (Complete) - CS Lewis
The Conscious Reader - Shrodes, Finestone, Shugrue
Crime and Punishment - Dostoyevsky
Twilight - Stephenie Meyer

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Time does not bring relief

Time does not bring relief, you all have lied.
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from the every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!

There are a hundred places where I fear
To go, --so with his memory they brim!
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

Sunday, November 1, 2009


"Pain has an Element of Blank;

It cannot recollect

When it begun, or if there was

A time when it was not."

"It has no future but itself;

Its infinite realms contain

Its past, enlightened to perceive

New periods of pain."

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Insights from The Time Traveler's Wife

We are blessed that we only go through this life once. It's more painful if we have to go through it twice especially when time wouldn't offer us the ability to change anything. Familiarity breeds contempt.

The saddest part of our lives should just pass.

We are all time travelers that's why there's a point when we recognize instances which seem to be very familiar. It's just that God made us to forget for a very good reason.

First time might either be the worst or the best! Still, having that experience is incomparably the best.

It's different to encounter something for the first time and experience it the second time around. Personally, I prefer the FORMER. The first time is more concrete and real unlike the second one where you merely feel it's part of your past.

The painful part of waiting is the expectation.

No one is capable of expecting the unexpected coz the moment you do, you blew it off.

Who says traveling through time is impossible? We all CAN! Well, we do it forwards. Ask Claire, it's a lot better that way.

One thing I hate about being a time-traveler is the going back and moving forward along the time line. You miss being with your loved ones coz all the time you were with TIME which isn't a very good company.

Most people wants to travel time not because they want to really move along with it. It's because they want to STOP it--to stop on those times when they are extremely happy and on those times when they needed an explanation. Well I guess, it's a good thing we can't STOP it because we wouldn't also want to stop on those moments when it really hurts the most.

It is not always an advantage to know everything. In fact, the more you know the more you are responsible. The sad thing is you are made responsible yet you may not be capable to handle it.

Saturday, September 19, 2009


It's frightening when emptiness occupies you. It makes you want to fill it in and occupy it. Yes, I tried it--being busy--but it just made me emptier than I once were. I don't want to move. I don't want to finish anything for the lack of purpose. Have I given everything away that I forgot to leave something to relish for myself? It's damn disturbing! To be empty and get emptier each day. What now?

Saturday, September 5, 2009


Past makes me look back of the pain I had in each yesterday. He reminds me of the mistakes I need to correct and the mistakes from which I never learned. There is a part of him that I neglect to see but that is exactly what he is for--a mark of insight. Often than not, it is I who refuse to watch back the happiness in each tomorrow of my each yesterday. With which, he taught me that my life continues whether I leave or stop at him.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Witch of Portobello

No one sacrifices the most important thing she possesses: Love. No one places her dreams in the hands of those who might destroy them.

I applauded when reason lost the battle and all I could do was surrender and accept that I was in love.

If there is any possible consolation in the tragedy of losing someone we love very much, it's necessary hope that perhaps it was for the best.

No one can manipulate anyone else. In any relationship, both parties know what they're doing, even if one of them complains later on that they were used.

Having little to lose or to hope for in life took greater risks than other people and ended up being transformed into the forces she thought she mastered.

And the best way to know who we are is often to find out how others see us.

This doesn't mean that we should do what others expect us to do, but it helps us to understand ourselves better.

Life, however, had other plans--when fate is very generous with us, there is always a well into which all our dreams can tumble.

And I needed to choose between losing the one thing that really filled my thoughts--my love for that woman --and losing my freedom and all the choices that the future promised me. To be honest, the decision was easy. (He chose the former)

Love arrives, moves in and starts directing everything.

God reveals itself through simple things.

Sometimes love carries us into the abyss, taking with us--to make matters worse--the people we love.

Its possible to love more than one person in a lifetime.

When mouths close, it's because there's something more important to be said.

I've noticed that loneliness gets stronger when we try to face it down but gets weaker when we simply ignore it.

The world revolves around mutual interests.

If you wanted to get rid of someone, you should do everything you can to provoke them into rudeness, so that you would then have a perfectly good reason to dismiss them.

It's good idea to frighten the person in possession of a secret before she's revealed the secret to us, it's best to pretend to grant her request.

God hid the most important things from the wise because the cannot understand what is simple.

If we slow down, everything lasts much longer.

I'm being forced to do the most difficult thing in the world--slow down.

What is a teacher? It isn't someone who teachers something, but someone who inspires the student to give of her best in order to discover what she already knows.

It may seem the same but it's always different.

In order to forget the rules, you must know them and respect them.

Sentences only exist because the blank spaces exist.

I knew absolutely nothing about her apart from her name, but like the vampire of the myth, she seemed to be sucking up all my energy.

The important thing is to allow fate to intervene in our lives and to decide what is best for everyone.

Because the others are me and I am the others.

Joy is like sex--it begins and ends.

And desires are never satisfied, because once they are they cease to be desires.

With each step we take, we arrive.

You are what you believe yourself to be.

We all know everything, it's merely a question of believing.

Beside what does learning mean: accumulating knowledge or transforming your life?

Changes only happen when we go totally against everything we're used to knowing.

Knowing that you are capable of love is enough. If it isn't him, it will be someone else.

Love fills everything. It cannot be desired because it is an end in itself. It cannot betray because it has nothing to do with possession. It cannot be held prisoner because it is a river and will overflow its banks. Anyone who tries to imprison love will cut off the spring that feeds it, and the trapped water will grow stagnant and rank.

In that journey where suffering seemed to be the only rule, I struggled for things for which there was no point struggling. Like love, for example. People either feel it or they don't and there isn't a force in the world that can make them feel it. We can pretend that we love each other. We can get used to each other. We can live a whole lifetime of friendship and complicity. We can bring up children, have sex every night, reach orgasm and still feel that there's terrible emptiness about it all, that something important is missing. In the name of all I've learned about relationships between men and women, I've been trying to fight against things that weren't really worth the struggle.

The teacher never tells the disciple what he or she should do. They are merely travelling companions, sharing the same uncomfortable feeling of "estrangement" when confronted by ever-changing perceptions, broadening horizons, closing doors, rivers that sometimes seem to block their path and which in fact should never be crossed but followed.

There is only one difference between tracher and disciple: the former is slightly less afraid than the latter. Then when they sit down at a table or in front of a fire to talk, the more experienced person might say "Go there and you'll arrive where I did," because every path and every destination are unique to the individual.

Replacing slaves with wage slaves

We all have the duty to love and to allow love to manifest itself in the way it thinks best. We cannot and must be frightened when the powers of darkness want to make themselves naked.

What is sin? It is a sin to prevent love from showing itself.

So it was in life. In order for subtantial pieces of wood to catch fire, the kindling must burn first. In order for us to liberate the energy of our strength, our weakness must first have a chance to reveal itself. In order for us to understand the powers we carry within us and the secrets that have already been revealed, it was first necessary to allow the surface--expectations, fears, appeareances--to be burned away.

We are not the slaves of our own feelings but their masters.

Love simply is--love is.

Memories of My Melancholy Whores

Inspiration gives no warnings.

What isn't natural is (my) age.

No old man forgets where he has hidden his treasure.

Let no one be deceived, no, thinking that what he awaits will last longer than what he has seen.

I discovered improbable pleasure of contemplating the body of a sleeping woman without the urgencies of desire or the obstacles of modesty.

A body as provocative with clothes as without

Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.

In the end, it is impossible not to become what others believe you are.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Warrior of Light

All world's roads lead to the heart of the warrior; he plunges hesitatingly into the river of passions always flowing through his life.

A Warrior of Light does not rely on strength alone, he makes use of his opponent's energy too.

He opens his heart to the Universe and asks God to give him the inspiration he needs to turn every blow from his enemy into a lesson in self-defense.

A Warrior of Light never resorts to trickery but he knows to distract his opponent.

A Warrior of light knows what he wants. And has no need to waste time on explanation.

More than once he has wasted his fighting for a lie. And he has suffered for people who did not deserve his love.

Convince your enemy that he will gain very little by attacking you. This will diminish his enthusiasm.

Do not be ashamed to make a temporary withdrawal from the field if you see that your enemy is stronger than you; it is not winning or losing a single battle that matters but how the war ends.

In war, the key to victory is, the ability to surprise one's opponent.

They hide their inner strength behind aggression and hide their fear of loneliness behind an air of independence.

He is never taken by appearances and makes a point of remaining silent when people try to impress him. He uses these occasions to correct his own faults, for other people make an excellent mirror.

A warrior takes every opportunity to teach himself.

Perseverance us not the same as insistence (to persevere in one's desire).

He often finds himself faced by the same problems and situations. "I've been through all this before," he says to his heart.

"Yes, you have been through all this before," replies his heart, "But you have never been beyond it."

Then the warrior realizes that these repeated experiences have but one aim: to teach him what he does not want to learn.

A warrior does not spend his days trying to play the roles other have chosen for him.

That is why they are Warriors of Light because they make mistakes, because they ask themselves questions, because they are looking for a reason they are sure to find it.

But certain people insist. They provoke and offend and do everything they can to irritate him. At that point, his heart says, "Do not respond to these insults, they will not increase your abilities. You will tire yourself needlessly."

But now, I lived only because I am a Warrior and because I wish I die to be in the company of Him for whom I have fought so hard.

In order to have faith in his own path, he does not need to prove that someone else's path is wrong.

Anything of importance will remain. Anything useless will disappear.

The warrior uses that touch of madness. For--in both love and war--it is impossible to foresee everything.

He tries to establish what he can truly rely on and he always checks that he carries 3 things with him: faith, hope and love.

He has never lost hope of being better than he is.

A Warrior of Light uses solitude but is not being used by it.

A Warrior of Light sometimes behaves like water, flowing around the obstacles he encounters.

Occasionally,resistance might mean destruction and so he adapts to the circumstances. He accepts without complaint, that the stones in his path hinder his way to the mountains.

The Warrior of Light never allows himself to get discouraged.

A Warrior of Light who trusts too much in his intelligence will end up underestimating the power of his opponent. He believes that nothing can stir in him the encounter he desires.

An open oven bakes us no bread.

The devil is in the details.

He is transparent in his actions and secretive in his plans.

Everyone is afraid of everyone else.

Whenever he finds himself before someone who fills him with fear, the warrior reminds himself that the other person has the same insecurities as he has.

He uses fear as an engine not as a break.

The warrior learns from his opponent and acts in a similar manner.

Behind the mask of ice that people wear, there beats a heart of fire.

For every defeat, he has two victories in his favor.

The Warrior stops before he destroys himself.

When you defend your ideas in public you have then to make an effort to live accordingly.

There is no point in forcing things.

You do not drown simply by plunging into water, you only drown if you stay beneath the surface. And the warrior uses all his strength to escape from his predicament.

A Warrior of Light listens to what his opponent has to say. He only fights if absolutely necessary.

A Warrior of Light never accepts what is unacceptable.

He never allows himself to be deceived by his own abilities and therefore avoids being taken by surprise. He gives each thing the value it deserves.

He is implacable with treachery, but he does not seek revenge; he merely drives away the enemies of his life, never fighting with them any longer than is necessary.

A warrior doesn't keep company with those who wish to harm him. Nor is he seen in the company of those who "console" him.

If this separation is part of his path, then he accepts it without complaint.

He is the slave of his dream and free to act.

The friends of the Warrior of Light ask him where he draws his energy from, He says, "from the hidden enemy." (someone we can no longer hurt)

It might be a boy who beat him in a childhood fight, the girlfriend who left him when he was 11, or the teacher who said he was stupid. The Warrior reminds himself that these enemies have still not seen his courage.

He does not consider revenge because the hidden enemy is no longer part of his story. He thinks only of improving his skills so that his deeds will be known throughout the world and reach the ears of those who have hurt him in the past.

Yesterday's pain is the Warrior's strength.

When the warrior speaks of his brother's opinion, he imagines that his brother is there present, listening to what he is saying.

The experienced fighter puts up with insults; he knows the strength of his fist and the skill of his blows. Confronted by an unprepared opponent, he looks deep into his eyes and conquers him without ever having to resort to physical fight.

The Warrior of Light is aware of his own immense strength; he never fights with anyone who does not deserve the honor of combat.

There is a bridge that links what I do with what I would like to do.

There are moments when one should act and moments when one should accept.

The great wisdom of the warrior lies in choosing his insanity wisely.

Envy cannot harm you if you don't let it.

By talking about a dream, he runs the risk of spending all the energy he needs to put the dream into action.

He accepts defeat as defeat and does not try to make a victor out of it.

He is savoring the best gift victory can bring: confidence.

God uses death to show us the importance of light. God uses silence to teach us to use words responsibly.

He no longer judges the world on the basis of right and wrong but on the basis of "the most appropriate attitude for that particular moment."

He uses common sense to judge not the intention of an action but its consequences.

God judges a tree by its fruits and not by its roots.

Carry in your memory for the rest of your life the good things that came out of those difficulties.

He does not try to feel things that he no longer feels.

When you're sad, your soul is still alive.

The opponent is wise.
Whenever he can, he makes use of the easiest and most effective of his weapons: GOSSIP. It doesn't take much effort to use it because others do the work for him. A few misdirected words can destroy months of dedication, years spent in search of harmony.

The Warrior of Light is then the victim of this trick. He doesn't know where the blow is coming from and cannot prove that the gossip is false. Gossip does not allow him the right to defend himself: it condemns without trial. When this happens, he puts up with the consequences and the undeserved punishment, for, as he well knows, words are powerful. But he suffers in silence and never uses the same weapon to hit back his opponent. The Warrior of Light is not a coward.

A warrior knows that the ends do not justify the means because there are no ends, there are only means.

He has learned to live with his contradictions.

He has often seen someone mistreating another person who lacks the courage to respond, then out of cowardice and resentment, that person vents his anger on someone weaker than himself, who takes it out on someone else, in a veritable torrent of misery. No one knows the consequences of his own cruelty.

He only accepts an opponent who is worthy of him. In moments of rage, he punches a rock and bruises his hand.

The hand will heal eventually, but the child who got beaten because his father lost a battle will bear the marks for the rest of his life. ("waterfall effect")

It might happen that someone who was fighting alongside the Warrior of Light suddenly becomes his opponent instead.

The warrior's 1st reaction is hatred but he knows that a blind combatant is lost in the midst of the battle.

And so he tries to see the good things that his former ally did during the time in which they lived side by side; he tries to understand what led to that sudden change of attitude, what wounds he had accumulated in his soul. He tries to discover what made one of them abandon their dialogue.

No one is entirely good or evil.