Delta Altitude Effect

November 18, 2012

Vehicles are now piling up in this part of SCTEX in Tarlac. No, I’m not driving – inside the bus, yes, on my way back to Manila with my friends. Technology really has a way of enabling us to do what used to be unimaginable not so long ago. As of writing, the orange sky is still silently crawling its way to vanishing, and in just a little while the sky will be a dark cloth that will blanket the entire visible universe. The kid passengers started singing and chanting lively as if the uncontained spirit of excitement to be home had exploded from their core, started spreading through their veins, and needed to escape. While the more aged ones, to whom the work and stress of the long-travel undertaking must have really took a toll on, are quiet and resting, at least physically, I believe.

To my right is an orange-painted sky with dark blue clouds; to my left is still a light blue sky and dirty white cottony clouds, struggling to fight the daunting darkness, or may be just awaiting the latter’s arrival, just like how every day is. But the past two days have not like been how an “every day” has been for me. I and my friends went to Baguio – the second time I have been to the cold city up north.  Since 11pm of Friday night, we’ve been through a lot of adventures: fun, exciting, unexpected, exhilarating, frustrating, frightening, disappointing, surprising, calm, amazing, candid, tranquil, genuine, unbelievable and certainly, unforgettable.  

I really believe that an hour of honesty makes a better friendship than a decade of hi’s and hello’s. Though I’ve known them for quite a long time, I never thought I would learn from these people much more than I had until these barely two days of freedom. These wonderful guys –Tanjo, Jed, Benson, Jesse, Jessa, Betsy, Bambie and Ces – they made me realize and learn things only I could have through an experience with them. Some things I appreciated the value of more than before. And I am happy I went on this trip with them. I am sure they are too.

I guess today would not end like how a typical day would. But here’s to hoping I’ll get to write one day, that this kind of day is how my “every day” already is.

It’s already dark, and I know I am closer to home. We are.

Gerald

The Perks of Being a Lighthouse

My Dearest Shoe Box,

It's been a while since I last sat down on a corner and face the screen with eyes frozen on your site in that universe you are in. Please do not presume I am lying. I know there have been a thousand times I sat down on a corner, and there have been a number of times I checked this blog. But there was never a recent chance for me to do both, either intentionally or accidentally. Or perhaps, I never had the power, since the last post, to make myself write. At least here. For that, I am sorry.

Well, almost 8 months have passed since my last post (which was actually a vague expression of the state I was in then), and there have been a couple of new things and happenings. I'll share a few:

1. I was assigned in North Mindanao from January to July of this year. It was really a marvelous experience. Made me appreciate the beauty of this country more - through the places, the food and especially the people. Most importantly, I get to add another view about life.

You can only appreciate how vast the world is, once you start believing it's not as big as you think it is.

2. I had a "break." 

3. Made my own music! through some strumming and some friends' talents.

I was driving so fast I did not realize that the scenic view I was passing by was passing me by. So I stopped, savored it, and promised that my destination would be as breathtaking.

4. There's a new member of the family.

5. Sadly, some friends departed..

Things will inevitably change. That's what good memories are for.

6. I met an angel! :) She has these white, beautiful and regal wings. You wouldn't believe it.

I asked an angel if she can live with me in hell. She said 'Yes.' And for a moment, I knew what heaven feels like.

7. And I am off to a new start! Wish me luck!

Life is a short game. But while it's on, it gives us all the chances to win, to lose, and most importantly, to start again.

Just keeping you posted. I thank the Lord for yet another day I was given to breathe, to witness the miracles of life, to stand the coldness of the night, and to appreciate the ones that make the world a great place to live in.

Love always,

GAP

Ironic

And after all you did to protect the thing that matters most to you, it is taken away.


While those things you are willing to let go of, they keep holding on to you.


Isn't it ironic?

Tonight, I'll see you in my dreams

It's new year, and I've composed a new song entitled Tonight, I'll see you in my dreams. This song goes out to all those who look forward to sleeping and dreaming, for it is only in their dreams that they are able to be with the people they cannot be with in reality. ;)

I've also written the lyrics below. Hope you like the song. :)

Tonight I’ll see you in my dreams 

Tonight, I’ll see you in my dreams

Running freely in the fields

like children chasing fireflies

and no chasing hours

Trailing on the grassland

In a maze of swaying swords

And watch them as they fondle

those porcelain legs of yours

Oohh...

Where you and I smile

and it was just a smile

without a single doubt or lie

but we would never know why

the truth’s no you, no fields, no hymns

but still, I’ll see you in my dreams

Tonight I’ll see you in my dreams

where we lay carefree at the cliff

while I speak to you a phrase,

and the white clouds form your face

Where the wind sings us a lullaby

to help me get to where you are

I’d touch your face and bravely try

to say goodbye--

Goodbye----

and it was just goodbye

without a single cry of fear

though I would want you to be here

the truth’s no you, no fields, no hymns

but still, I’ll see you in my dreams

Yes, tonight, I’ll see you in my dreams

For when I feel the morning’s breeze

I consent my hands and heart to freeze,

But I can’t save the pillow from the tears

See you tonight, I’ll see you in my dreams

For when I feel the morning’s breeze

I consent my hands and heart to freeze,

But I can’t save the pillow from the tears

See you in my dreams

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