A Day in the Life...

One night in 2001, some months after my last job in the government was terminated, I was stuck in bed gazing at the ceiling and was in deep thought on what to do then with my life. I had a job offer from a friend but the pay was way too low compared with my last paycheck that I much rather tried some other options then, like taking the bar examinations the following year. It was hard turning down that job offer especially when the offer came from someone I knew too well. What if he had needed my services that badly? But then, I had a future to take care of and so I had to inform him quite honestly that I was preparing for the bar that summer and it wouldn’t be in my best interest to have my hands full on an accounting/marketing job. I had to take some risk I had decided then and go for the farsighted plan that could offer me probable long-term benefits than be stuck with a dead-end job. Perhaps it was too much of youthful diffidence in me that at some nights I had shivered just think...

This is a poem that I wrote when I was a sophomore college student in Ateneo de Zamboanga back in 1993. Like my other love poems, this work speaks of longing and desire. For a complete collection of my poetry,visit THE WANDERING SOUL. I want to be with you always While I continue to live for you, Your innocent eyes strike me Like warm lightning from the sky. The sea is now a landless scenery But your wind is present and I am comforted, Further much to go, I want you by my side. If the sky hides the sun This darkness abhors the wind, When every sight becomes near Each sound I hear is deafening. I am afloat this wooden raft my sweet child, I want to sail but I move slowly The water that carries me Contains a huge fearful creature. When the sky is in thick gray oil paint, The sea is icy solid water. How I want you near me; I want to be with you always.

NOTE: THIS WAS FIRST POSTED ON FEBRUARY 6, 2005 . I WAS TRYING IN THE PAST TO DECIPER THIS PARTICULAR DREAM OF MINE ABOUT A JAPANESE BOY AND HIS SPACESHIP THAT DOESN'T SEEM TO FLY AS MUCH AS HE WANTED TO. NOW, I THINK THIS DREAM WAS ABOUT MY OTHER SITE "WHERE NOW IS THE CITIZEN ON MARS?" WHICH I BEGAN ON FEBRUARY 9, 2005 --FOUR DAYS AFTER I HAVE DREAM ABOUT A BOY AND HIS SWIRLING SHIP THAT CAME IN HIS FAVORITE COLOR OF BLUE, RED AND YELLOW. PERHAPS THIS IS WHAT WE MEAN WHEN NOCTURNAL DREAMS COME TRUE. What do you know; I’ve got another vivid dream last night. No angels though yet I feel it’s worth elucidating if only for reason that it is such a lucid chunk of visions in my head while I slept so deeply and it may evoke some meanings for me or for the lives we all live. The dream started on a steep hill in a place I have never been to in my entire life but it felt like I was in Antipolo, because the rolling hills reminded me of the place called Cherry Hill, the site of ...

OGDEN KRONENGEKEL --- such is the name of the main protagonists inside my dream, other than myself of course. Have you had yourself a vivid dream? In my childhood days, I had numerous dreams of these sorts, the kind that are so crystalline in clarity that some of them I could still recall until now. I usually dream about angels in the past, flying with them into tree-lined outfields, and falling off from cliffs if I lose some footings while in the act of flying. Every time I fall from the air in those dreams, as I lose control of my body movements, I also fall from my beds that the falling sensation felt so real and everyone in the house could hear me scream . My dream about Ms. Kronengekel (yes, she was a woman sporting jet-black hair falling down towards her knees) about three nights ago wasn’t purely about angels although some parts of it were about them cherubim. Unlike my other dreams, this one involves a narrator who whispers to me some facts that I need to know as the story prog...

I didn’t know what the dream meant exactly and what it tried to convey to me. My dream last night was as surreal as the paintings of Picasso, full of abstract images, those surprising angles and unexpected curves. Wait, I may be speaking to soon. I think there’s a clear story in that dream of mine and I can remember too well how the story in that dream went. I may be able to relate to you that story, if only you’d be patient enough with my narration, which at times struggles for the right words to use. At the beginning of that dream, I was walking through a dark alley, along an unpaved road and muddied ground where banana trees and huge plants lined the passageway. I knew immediately that I was in some faraway barrio when I could not see any electric post that usually decorates every urban street. At the start of the dream, the afternoon was becoming darker and darker but it wasn’t so dark yet like nighttime but a shade of darkness whenever twilight is fast nearing its end. I went on w...

There is an extent of devotion that men of many words today call in no flattering manner as “zealotry”. It has become a mark that men desist with utmost effort, avoiding being called a zealot by all means and at all times. When you pray too hard and become too pious and hence trying to be righteous overeagerly, the eyes of men looks at you in stranger circumstances as if to be holy is one mortal sin and a mud in the face. Take no heed to these culprits for they know not the way to the Kingdom of the Lord. Pray in the means and manner that you find the most convenient and expedient. It is the first step towards finding the “Moral Safe Zone”. Call upon the Lord in the churches or in the confine of your shelters and surely your spirit will be lifted out of the quagmire of doubt and faithlessness. Pray while you eat or while you are aboard a jitney—there is no difference in the eyes of the Lord for wherever you may be, He is present. In the days of old, a scribe had once asked our Lord Je...