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maureen yambot
>>frustrated journalist...(I believe that writing for people is a privilege not everyone will have. Wherever I am right now, I know I will always find a way to be heard.)

>>hopeless writer...(Writing frees my soul. When I am writing...I become free, powerful, I become all that I want to be.)

>>tragic romantic...(Love is something so beautiful that I will always adore but will never have the courage to find.)


sometimes I lose my self, to find my self.

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“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?”

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"Trust me, there are some love that don't go away. And maybe, that makes them crazy,but we should all be lucky to end with that somebody who has a little of that insanity. Somebody who never lets go. Somebody who cherishes you forever" -- Ally Mc Beal


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Kung Ibig Mo Akong Makilala
By: Ruth Elynia Mabanglo


Kung ibig mo akong makilala Lampasan mo ang guhit ng mahugis na balat, Ang titig kong dagat— Yumayapos nang mahigpit sa bawat saglit Ng kahapon ko’t bukas

Kung ibig mo akong makilala Sunduin mo ako sa himlayang dilim At sa madlang pagsukol ng inunang hilahil Ibangon ako at saka palayain.

Isang pag-ibig na lipos ang lingap Tahanang malaya sa pangamba at sumbat May suhay ng tuwa’t kaluwalhatia’y Walang takda— Ialay mong lahat ito sa akin Kung mahal mo ako’t ibig kilalanin

Kung ibig mo akong kilalanin, Sisirin mo ako hanggang buto, Liparin mo ako hanggang utak, Umilanlang ka hanggang kaluluwa, Hubad ako roon mula ulo hanggang paa.





In Silence

I sit in your silence scared,
waiting patiently for recognition.
For a word.
For a breath.
For a touch.
But I am raw.
Because I watch your hands instead of writing,
and listen for your breath instead of breathing.
It's strange how close to you I feel.
And the need I have to help you,to make you smile.
And yet, I'm still here waiting, for you to let me in

(from the diaries of Elizabeth Wakefield)



Sewer Walking
You and me,
we used to talk
like a river
underground.

The sewer where
we used to walk,
the hole at the end
empties to out
to the pier
where paper boats
disappear.

Me, I try
to send this note,
float it
like a paper boat,
but paper sinks
and words are weak.
I try,
but I don't speak.

(poem from the tv series Joan of Arcadia)



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Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Reply to my Dearest Friend...


I could never be more proud of what you feel right now. Although it is hard, you did what you had to do and I know in the end there's nothing but winning in this game.

We always talk about our hung ups and the pain of staying in a job that never made us happy from the start. We always talk about how hessistant we are to leave a job that pays the bills but never justifies our minds. We were trapped, and trapped for different reasons.

I am happy that you have found the freedom that I have longed for from the very first day I stepped into this unknown world. I am happy that the change we needed to start our lives all over again has finally happened to you. 

You said that this is your moment of courage and this is the freedom and happiness you have longed for all this time.  I am proud of you.

Mine is here...I have learned that staying is not weakness...and enduring is also courage. What I do doesn't define me but the other way around.  Like I said we are trapped for different reasons, maybe that's why we also seek for freedom in different ways.

I would like to see you smile like the way you smiled that day. You deserve that kind of happiness and that kind of relief.

Let's visit the bookstores that we love.  I know we won't always bring a book with us when we go out just like what you said but I know we will always bring something far more important--memories and wisdom.



Posted by m_a_u at Wednesday, March 07, 2007

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