If I was led by God to love God, step by step, as it seemed, if I accept that the beauty and the rapture were real and true, then the rest of it was God's will too and that is cause for bitterness
the sparrow who fell
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"Matthew ten, verse twenty-nine," Vincenzo Giuliani said quietly. "'Not one sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it.'"
"But the sparrow still falls," Felipe said.
- The Sparrow by Maria Doria Russell
"Tis hard if all is false that I advance. A fool must now and then be right by chance."
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Life is card game. You have to play the hand that it has dealt you. You may not be able to choose the cards you have but you can always choose how you play it.
03-29-03
Intimacy without love is pleasure that dies after the throes of lust.
05-30-04
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Saturday, February 12, 2005
a bit of monna innominata to justify my stand
If there be any one can take my place
And make you happy whom I grieve to grieve,
Think not that I can grudge it, but believe
I do commend you to that nobler grace,
That readier wit than mine, that sweeter face;
Yea, since your riches make me rich, conceive
I too am crown'd, while bridal crowns I weave,
And thread the bridal dance with jocund pace.
For if I did not love you, it might be
That I should grudge you some one dear delight;
But since the heart is yours that was mine own,
Your pleasure is my pleasure, right my right,
Your honourable freedom makes me free,
And you companion'd I am not alone.
If I could trust mine own self with your fate,
Shall I not rather trust it in God's hand?
Without Whose Will one lily doth not stand,
Nor sparrow fall at his appointed date;
Who numbereth the innumerable sand,
Who weighs the wind and water with a weight,
To Whom the world is neither small nor great,
Whose knowledge foreknew every plan we plann'd.
Searching my heart for all that touches you,
I find there only love and love's goodwill
Helpless to help and impotent to do,
Of understanding dull, of sight most dim;
And therefore I commend you back to Him
Whose love your love's capacity can fill.
3:54 AM
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Wednesday, February 02, 2005
a confusion of thoughts
I should be wonked in the head. I have spent the whole afternoon, the wee hours of the night and the breaking hours of dawn talking to him and still I am insatiable. Geez. Talk about maddening nuttiness. Well, it all started after my tuesday afternoon classes when I simply had the urge to place a missed call on his cellular phone. After letting his phone ring once or twice I ended the call and wondered what was I doing. gaga ka pala eh... di pa nga kayo nag-babatian eh.. before my thoughts could go on my phone rang shit... bakit siya tumatawag? baliw... tinawagan mo eh... after the that the rest is history. We talked up a storm until the battery of his phone went dead. But that didn't end there... As soon as both of us got home, we simply picked up the phone and talked even while we were eating our dinner. kabaliwan talaga... We talked until the rooster was bugling the arrival of a new day. Realizing the passage of time both of us saw the necessity of putting down the phone. We both have classes and tests later in the day. Sleep should stake its claim on us. Reluctantly putting down the phone, my consciousness started to meld into the unconscious... by then it was overwhelmed by questions and doubts that it had failed to acknowledge... Drowned by the necessity of sleep the conscious once again successfully chucks those questions and doubts aside.. hoping that when it awakes it can deny their existence once more.
Mga baliw na walang ginawa kundi paglaruan ang mga salitang kadalasan ay nagtatago ng ibang kahulugan, ng mga pangamba... ng mga katotohanang ayaw bigyang liwanag. Mga baliw na isinakripsiyo ang oras na kadalasang ginugugol sa paglilinang ng kaalaman o dili kaya sa paghasa ng yaong nalaman na upang makakuha ng mataas na marka - ipinagpalit para sa mga sandaling lilipas...
10:53 PM
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