Saturday, August 30, 2008


Gemma Ramirez Lavapie, that lovely and sweet Administrative Officer of a security agency, whom I fondly call ‘insan (cousin), dropped by our office one afternoon for an official business and told me she read my blog.

She asked me if my older post, “An Untold Story of Heroism”, was a true story. I said yes. Since it happened several years ago, she said it was good I could still remember everything.

The truth is, I was not certain of the date Nilda and I met for the second time. I could no longer recall if that really took place during my freshman year in the high school or a year before that. What I was certain about, though, was when we met for that second time, she was with Linda, Ine’s elder sister.

I have yet to see Linda and ask her of the dates she attended high school in order for me to make the necessary correction.

I also told Gemma the reason why I posted such kind of an “assuming” or “immodest” article. I have a very low self-esteem and thinking about the good things I did in the past will help me boost my morale. That was one of the good lessons I learned from my Training Instructor in a seminar that I attended during my employment with the now defunct United States Naval Base in Subic Bay.

Anyway, thanks, Gemma, for reading my blog and for your comments!

Friday, August 8, 2008


I wrote this poem for Jonathan who was like a real brother to me and who, from age six until the day he got into the wrong crowd, displayed extraordinary fondness for me as his Kuya (elder brother).


I love you because
you have not outgrown saying
these magic words that make
my spirit soar.

I love you for giving me
a kind of love that nourishes
my love-starved soul.

I love you because
you have broken so many rules
just to help me attain a splendid
thing very near perfection.

But most of all, I love you because
of all the work done at my best
your friendship is my masterpiece!



You’re more than just
a thing of the past
A fallen leaf…
a wave that crashed
You are an ever-glowing sun
that warms my coldest day
A sparkling star that guides
me in the darkest night.

My friend, you’re not just
a cloud drifting above
That comes at dawn…
that leaves at dusk
When I’m alone you’ll be a
haunting song that gives delight
Sweet melody that lingers
in my lonely heart!


This one was published in The Magi, our school paper, when I was in the high school.


I heard…
another lad
was here
to give his love
to you

I felt…
as though my heart
had broken
not in two…
but more.

I saw…
a lonely room
and ran inside
to hide…
then cried!

Thursday, August 7, 2008


Mirror On The Wall

I am a mirror on the wall
Face me and I’m myself no more
I smile because you smile at me
I frown when your heart is heavy.

When sun rays kiss me with delight
I bounce the kiss equally bright
And when the dark cloud veils the night
I will deprive him of his sight

I tell no lie, believe in me
I’ll only show what is shown me
I couldn’t give you less nor more
Than what you’ve given me before

But friend, I wonder, can you tell me
When all the fogs are spread around me
Why do you dimly see me smiling
When all in sooth my heart is breaking?

Wednesday, August 6, 2008


A Heart in Agony

Love, what the hell

do you want me
to be?

Why make me blind
not to see things
that I can see?

Why make me pine for things
I never should
pine for?

Tell me why, oh Love,
do you do
this all?