tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50320701549251682032024-03-06T11:46:07.393+08:00JOAQUIJoaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-25369818321419147222012-01-29T15:51:00.001+08:002012-01-29T15:52:45.267+08:00CatharsisHe was just a boy I got acquainted with through a friend. He was tall, dark and handsome. Sorry for the cliche but he really was. However, these were not the traits that got me interested in his whole persona. Through all my conversations with him what I found most endearing was his sincerity. You could see it through his eyes not through his words. His actions would make you doubt but when you look into his eyes, you will believe. I believed.<br /><br />Not only did I believe, but I also dreamt. I hoped. Well, he did not promise anything, or maybe he did. I don't know now, I don't remember anymore. In a way, I choose not to remember for whatever promises laid before are trivial now. They are like withered flower petals on a bedside table.<br /><br />I don't harbor any ill feelings toward him and I never had. Even though I've been coerced by my friends to do otherwise. All these are part of the past that's why I can write about it to archive in the recesses of all yesterdays. As this is not an invitation to dance to an old forgotten melody but to give in to catharsis.<br /><br />The entire phase with the boy is brief, almost negligible, in a timeline perspective. However the brevity of it all and of this post is of no way telling the impression it all left on me.<br /><br />I know he is happy right now with his love. I can't say the same with myself but nonetheless that won't hinder me to be happy for someone in the past. As I now learn to wish this to everyone, I continue to wish him this. Light. Love. Happiness.Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-20817180698626890962012-01-24T21:54:00.002+08:002012-01-24T22:08:11.622+08:00Introspection in 30 secondsI am vanilla.<br />I am gray. I am black or white.<br />I am that black jacket. Faded.<br />I am that jeans worn out.<br />I am jaded.<br /><br />I am vanilla. A base. I go well with everything and nothing in particular. I go well with fruits or nuts or some chocolate syrup on top.<br /><br />I am gray. In between. I am black. I am white. I am a mix of the extremes. I stay in between.<br /><br />I am that black jacket with hood faded by the constant use. I am used. For comfort, for companionship, I am used. For warmth and protection, I am used. I am hugged in the solace. Faded in solace.<br /><br />I am that jeans. Worn out. Worn in a busy day or a casual date. Out in a routine. A worn out pair. Worn and out.<br /><br />Jaded. I am.Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-16581100482007467612011-10-04T17:45:00.000+08:002011-10-04T17:47:03.614+08:00IndulgenceI walked in the shop filled with things I like<br />In all colors and in all grandeur they were all displayed<br />I looked around in search of the one perfect piece<br />I can buy more than one but that’s too much<br />It’s a sin<br /><br />I saw one particular piece that’s almost hidden on a corner shelf<br />Timid, gentle and simple – just the way I like them<br />Approaching it makes the feeling stronger<br />Yes, this is the perfect piece, well, at least for today<br />Asking for more than that is a sin<br /><br />I laid out the notes in exchange of the goods<br />Preference is unwrapped as they feel good in my hands<br />I left the shop with satisfaction up the brim<br />Today’s urge to splurge was fulfilled<br />Thinking of doing it again is a sinJoaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-60630293667578270682011-09-27T19:47:00.006+08:002011-09-27T21:12:21.400+08:00Kanlungannilakad ko ang mahabang daan papuntang kanlungan.<br />walang laman ang daan, walang hadlang.<br />ngunit hindi ang aking kaisipan.<br />ito ay nag-uumapaw ng kung anu-anong mga diwa.<br />diwang hindi na dapat binalikan,<br />diwang pilit kinakalimutan subalit sila'y mapilit.<br /><br />tinakbo ko ang daan na walang hadlang<br />sa paniniwalang ito'y mas makabubuti.<br />ngunit may mga taong nilagpasan na nag-aabang.<br />hindi na sila napansin, hindi na pinansin.<br />halos walang aninong nasilayan.<br /><br />ginapang ko ang daan na walang laman.<br />pagod pero pursigidong makarating.<br />sa dami ng dala ay nahihirapang makausad.<br />ngunit itutuloy ang naumpisahan, paroroonan ma'y 'di na lam.<br /><br />kanlungan ma'y 'di matanaw, kanlungan hindi mabatid.<br />kanlungan ma'y hinahabol, kanlungan na hinahanap nang pilit.<br />kanlungan na sa isang pikit ay tiyak masisilip.<br /><br />hindi na kailangan pang lumakad, hindi na kailangan pang tumakbo<br />ngunit kailangan ipagpatuloy ang paglalakbay.<br /><br />inaasam-asam na kanlungan nagtatago sa karimlan.Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-88537422556601123972011-08-31T23:44:00.004+08:002011-09-01T00:08:35.920+08:00InspirationEverything about this clip is inspiring. From the first shot to the point where it ended, I bask in inspiration to write again and explore the creative side of my personality.
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<br />Annette: I'm impressed.
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<br />Sebastian: Well, I'm in love.
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<br /><em>"Pull me out from inside</em>
<br /><em>I am folded and unfolded and unfolding</em>
<br /><em>I am colorblind</em>
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<br /><em>Pull me out from inside"</em>
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<br />Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-52900297126238281122011-02-22T08:57:00.003+08:002011-02-26T05:07:39.232+08:00Take a Chance and Hope for the Best<iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kzxoQ9rbDAA" frameborder="0" width="640" height="390" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br />I just stumbled upon this video when I got home today when the television was tuned in to MTV with this video playing. The melody has that Jason Mraz feel to it and the lyrics are quite nice. I like how the word "<span class="articletext"><strong>MA<u>ÑA</u>NA</strong></span>" was incorporated in the chorus.<br /><br />And oh yeah, Ricky Martin is so hot here!<br /><br />I can just watch this video all day and adore Ricky Martin's sweet and sexy smile.<br /><br />The Best Thing About Me is You<br />Ricky Martin feat Joss Stone<br /><br />So Babe, don’t say no<br />Come on and just say yes<br />You know it’s time to keep it simple<br />Let’s take a chance and hope for the best<br /><br />Life is short, so make it what you wanna<br />Make it good, don’t wait until mañana<br />I think I’m cool cause your name’s on this heart shaped tattoo.<br />Now best thing about me is <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">you</span>Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-17508075811229437522011-02-02T14:03:00.004+08:002011-02-02T14:15:43.261+08:00Free<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CDIJ%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Calibri; panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">From afar I watched you both.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">At a distance I observed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The way you laugh at his jokes.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The way you touch his shoulder for strokes.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So gentle yet not boring.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So exciting but never chaotic.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Purple.<span style=""> </span>Yellow.<span style=""> </span>Blue and more blue.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ve seen the colors on you two.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">They burst like fireworks in the perfect night sky.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You both sparkle and I wish to stare and lie.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">How endearing you are to your audience.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Every scene was a cinematic experience.</p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I longed for the day I would be introduced.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I cemented possibilities, enthused.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You and me, me and you, you and you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A party of three --- a playful imagery.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Tossed in the air and let it be.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You and you and I --- free.</p> Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-9863538026213329412011-01-30T16:38:00.002+08:002011-01-30T16:42:55.887+08:00Sleeps with Butterflies<iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Hr0wRxVr30k" frameborder="0"></iframe><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"I'm not like the girls that you've known</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> but I believe I'm worth coming home to."</span>Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-68467183041453956612010-01-18T15:13:00.002+08:002010-01-18T15:28:34.691+08:00RegretsI still remember to this day that last look that your boyish face tried to hide.<br />I know you wanted to say something, I know you wanted something.<br />I wished to keep the connection but I held back for I know it was not right.<br />That time, the call to do what was right took command of my senses.<br /><br />But why does it feel like such a wrong move to do the right thing then?<br />If only I followed the throb of my heart and did what felt right then,<br />I will not be here drinking coffee with my regrets.<br /><br />Your smile, your voice and your eyes are vivid memories I keep.<br />Precious as they are I may have to push them aside and be loyal.<br />Because I know if I am with you, you want me to be faithful too.<br />So now, that’s what I will do to the one I said “I love you” to.<br /><br />But why does it feel so right for me to do the wrong thing now?<br />If only I waited for you to come before I said ‘yes’ to someone,<br />I will not be here sleeping with my regrets.Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-90438630169979030432010-01-13T17:18:00.005+08:002010-01-13T17:39:29.727+08:00This TimeThey say hope is the quintessential human illusion.<br />I would challenge it if only I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">disagree</span>.<br />This time I refuse to drown in illusion.<br />This time I choose to wallow in reality.<br />Even if my reality will bring me a package of regret,<br />I will accept it and tear it open with my bare hands.<br />I may hurt myself when I do that but it will be trivial.<br />I won't allow myself to hurt as much over the same reason.<br />For the first time was quite deep, this time it will just be a scratch.<br /><br />***<br />It's the new year and it's the new me.<br />Hello, I am <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Joaqui</span>.Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-79774876436900500702009-05-12T19:22:00.003+08:002009-05-12T21:14:21.244+08:00The Loneliness of TwoA tap on the back. A nudge on the shoulder.<br />A smile with no reason. A thought with no inhibitions.<br />A conversation easy to decipher. Another one too cryptic to ponder.<br /><br />Laid on the field just like that.<br />Feasted by the cold summer wind of the night.<br /><br />An invitation to go out. An intention not once questioned.<br />An opportunity to initiate. An analogy simple yet too rigid to take.<br />An idea <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blossomed</span>. Another one <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">turned</span> to bubbles.<br /><br />Laid on the field just like that.<br />Feasted by the cold night wind of the summer.<br /><br />No one wants to make the first move.<br />No one wants to lose.<br />They both <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">strategies</span> to win.<br />But in the process they both lose.<br /><br />One game. Two players. No winner.Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-30174031305354955602009-05-11T13:08:00.004+08:002009-05-11T13:16:52.505+08:00Love Notes For YouYou are a dream that I wish for before I sleep.<br />A hope that my heart longs for every morning.<br /><br />You are that Saturday that I always look forward to.<br />A Sunday that I always look back on a weekday.<br /><br />You are the cause of a happy heart evident on sincere smiles.<br />A cause to bring me down when you have moments to frown.<br /><br />You are a gift that I have always wanted.<br />A gem that I would want to always keep.<br /><br /><br /><br />You are still there lost in the crowd of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">anonymity</span>.<br />A lover I will find in the dictate of destiny.Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-80760407753930836452009-05-09T04:49:00.004+08:002009-05-09T05:07:53.482+08:00Another Color Turns to GrayI can’t help but smile when I see beads of sweat trickle down your creased forehead as you intently focus your attention to the set in front of you. You changed your sitting position five times in the last couple of minutes and it excites me to know the reason why. <br /><br /><em>“Do I make you nervous?”</em><br /><br />Your face suddenly lightens up with that big smile you flashed as a response. You did not say a word but I do not need them to know an affirmation to my inquiry. I let out a big sigh as I mockingly tap my fingers one by one on the glass table like a well rehearsed pianist.<br /><br /><em>“You can pass.”<br /></em><br />You straightened up from your seat then leaned back and let out an impish laughter. Once more, you flashed that big toothy smile with a subtle head jerk. Your restlessness proceeded with interlocking your fingers as you placed them on the back of your head without taking your eyes away on the pieces in front of you.<br /><br /><em>“Just say pass.”</em><br /><br />“Pass!”<br /><br />Just like that you stood up and walked away. I stood up as well and went the opposite direction. You looked back and so did I allowing our eyes to meet. With a sudden rush I feel the defeat that weighs you down and you feel my disappointment over your abandonment. <br /><br />Then it hit us, we turned another color to gray.Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-36689521318716578022009-04-30T15:40:00.002+08:002009-04-30T15:42:29.636+08:00Life/LoveLife is simple.<br />Living is hard.<br /><br />Love is basic.<br />Loving is complicated.<br /><br />There are some things easier said than done.Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-74833475919612260702009-04-28T16:41:00.004+08:002009-04-28T16:52:49.221+08:00BittenI tried. Lord knows I tried so damn hard. I falter. Apparently my experience or the lack of it precedes my effort. I am incapable. It <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cripples me.</span> It feels like as much as I want to move forward, it is not my decision to make. I thought I make the rules. Surprisingly, I don’t. I thought I learned my lessons well. I thought that I have learned to accept that things do not go my way. Not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">because</span> of any other reasons but mainly because that is what I want. I do not get what I want. I don’t learn. Each day I have to live with that. Each day I have to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">arduously</span> implant that in my head because if I don’t I will be back here. This is my default. I question. I wait for answers. I get questions in return. Time passed by and I am still unchanged. I am sorry. I tried.Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-6324814144880856972009-04-27T02:08:00.005+08:002009-04-27T02:24:27.602+08:00One Special NightThe mood for an intimate dinner is set.<br />Low lighting, burning candles and some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bossa</span> nova for the cozy feel.<br />Even the jasmine scent gives a sense of calmness to the room.<br />With you sitting in front of me, I could not ask for more.<br /><br />You have beautiful eyes.<br />How curious I did not notice that before.<br />They are more noticeable tonight,<br />especially when you smile like that.<br /><br />With a lighted cigarette on my right hand, I listen to your stories. This is your time because the last time you listened to mine. You are opening things that I did not expect to hear. Personal and revealing yet still so appealing. Your compliments with my cooking is making me blush a bit. One shy smile is what it takes to acknowledge it. I pour more wine to your glass and you clearly like that. You are showing me a different side of you and I have to admit, I enjoy every minute.<br /><br />You have beautiful eyes.<br />Those hazelnut brown eyes are so captivating.<br />They show light and life from you,<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">especially</span> when you blush like that.<br /><br />I open another bottle of red wine. I have been keeping it for that one special night and tonight is that night. I pour some to your glass hoping you will love it. I am happy you accepted my invitation tonight. After everything that has been said and done the other night, I know you would agree to this. I have told you things about myself that I do not usually share. You are one brave soul to return.<br /><br />And for that, a song for you.<br /><br /><div style="WIDTH: 300px"><object height="110" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/6oMpfUK6wQ/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/6oMpfUK6wQ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed></object><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /></a></div><form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" method="post"><input name="EmbedSearchBox"><input style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" type="submit" value="Search"> <div style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&ek=6oMpfUK6wQ" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&ek=6oMpfUK6wQ" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&ek=6oMpfUK6wQ" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&ek=6oMpfUK6wQ" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/6oMpfUK6wQ/" border="0" /></a></div></form></div></div><br /><a href="http://www.imeem.com/jukeboxmusic8/music/3_V4S45s/the-pierces-secret/">Secret - The Pierces</a><br /><br />You have beautiful eyes.<br />A little bit lost, on the verge of void.<br />It brings peace to me looking straight to your eyes,<br />especially when they are departed.<br /><br /><em>“Yes two can keep a secret, if one of us is…. dead.” – Secret, The Pierces.</em><br /><br />*****<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This piece is totally fictional and was inspired by the song embedded on this piece.</span>Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-51486853340801070632009-04-23T05:07:00.004+08:002009-04-26T15:00:53.019+08:00Iridescent/Stop, Look, ListenIridescent<br /><br />I am intimidated but<br />I am still interested.<br /><br />I am certain I like you though<br />I am doubtful that’s how you feel too.<br /><br />I am flattered by that piercing look yet<br />I am worried my interpretation is off the hook.<br /><br />I am missing that peculiar happy sound and<br />I am missing the radiance in you I found.<br /><br />I am happy to be an admirer from a distance even when<br />I am certain that I will be happier if you are with me this instance.<br /><br /><br />*****<br /><br /><br />Stop Look Listen<br /><br />Stop.<br />Do not over analyze.<br />Believe in sincerity.<br />Believe in the possibility.<br /><br />Look.<br />Beyond the self-made persona,<br />beyond the impression,<br />there’s a gem to be found.<br /><br />Listen.<br />Words may not be smooth and slick.<br />Words may be bland and less blooming,<br />but they surely come with promises of the Holidays.Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-84884012587832209662009-04-14T15:19:00.006+08:002009-04-15T03:39:17.163+08:00Joaqui as per Facebook QuizzesWith lack of better things to do I indulged myself to some of the quizzes that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Facebook</span> is known for. Here are some of the quizzes I took with their corresponding results. Personally, I think the validity of the results are on shaky ground but oh well no one said I should take them seriously. Just like how everyone else will respond to these quizzes, if it is nice then I accept if not, I am in full disagreement.<br /><br /><br />“What love story are you?”<br /><br />Result: <strong>Christian and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Satine</span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Moulin</span> Rouge.</strong><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Moulin</span> Rouge is a tragic love story about a couple who love. With a love so strong that nothing can compare. Your love story is similar. You love each other very much, and would do anything for each other, but one tragic day your match leaves and you are left alone to cry. "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love....and be loved in return."<br /><br /><em>I love the movie and how they incorporated contemporary songs to a story that supposedly happened even before the songwriters were born. I don’t mind to be Nicole <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Kidman</span> or Ewan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">McGregor</span>.<br /></em><br /><br />“What deadly sin are you?”<br /><br />Result: <strong>Vanity.</strong><br />The selfish sin is to be "vainglorious" and think of oneself better than all others. Arrogance blocks the Divine as well as other persons from the heart. Pride is invariably seen as a lion with its opposing virtue being Humility.<br /><br /><em>What can I say? Vanity is my favorite sin.</em><br /><br /><br />“What legendary creature are you?”<br /><br />Result: <strong>Griffin.</strong><br />You are majestic and powerful, possessing abilities that transcend both land and sky. Your life is spent in service to a divine creed. You’re a guardian of good. Because of this loyalty and selflessness you are respected and revered.<br /><br /><em>Wow. This is in contrary to the previous one, ei? My selflessness is the reason why I am revered and respected. What respect?<br /></em><br /><br />“Friends Test: Which character do you remind?”<br /><br />Result: <strong>Ross <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Gellar</span>.<br /></strong>You remind Ross who is intelligent and geeky and known for his good general knowledge – he believes he can easily name all the states in USA as every sophisticated adult should be able to do. However, Ross is also very sentimental and tender (he is the crybaby in the Geller family). He cannot flirt but his good and sweet heart attracts women. He loves being with his friends and is actually a very supportive, caring and popular friend.<br /><br /><em>Well, Ross is Ross but my favorite character remains --- Phoebe.</em><br /><br /><br />“What kind of kiss are you?”<br /><br />Result: <strong>Passionate Kiss.<br /></strong>You are the perfect kisser, the kisser of all time. You know when to kiss, and you kiss at the right moment. You put your feelings into every connection of the lips, and that, is what everybody wants....Where did you learn?<br /><br /><em>I refuse to give any comment. However, for those who wants to know there's only one way to find out.</em>Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-16804063794730232552009-04-09T20:10:00.002+08:002009-04-10T00:14:15.981+08:00Uneven But Not OddHe does that, a lot.<br /><br />Bite his lower lip<br />If only to stop himself<br />From expressing sheer joy<br /><br />But his eyes do not lie<br />They show you what his heart feels<br />That even his half smile cannot deny<br /><br />He does that, a lot.<br /><br />Hold his other hand<br />If only to stop himself<br />From holding yours<br /><br />But his words are sincere<br />They tenderly touch your heart<br />That even the most jaded one will succumb<br /><br />But he does not,<br /><br />Say the right words or<br />Do the sweet things.<br /><br />He does not,<br /><br />Reside in the same wavelength or<br />Leave a charming impression.<br /><br />He does that a lot…<br /><br />Show you that he is in love,<br /><br />But he does not…<br /><br />Know that you are not in love.<br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">*** This poem came to be after listening to a song earlier which I already forgot the title. This is not based on my personal experience. :)</span></em>Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-90694566272469209352009-04-05T17:08:00.001+08:002009-04-06T16:17:11.899+08:00Finding Your RiceEarly this year, I was invited to a house warming party by a friend from high school somewhere in Quezon City. He was my classmate back in secondary school and now he works as a doctor somewhere in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pasig</span>. He is one of those people I know who scales high on wealth but really low on arrogance. I can go on and on and I have nothing but good words for him so I’ll stop before I’ll bore myself and kill myself of envy. Besides this article is not really about him but more on what he said in our conversation during the party.<br /><br />HE said,<br /><br />“I am looking for my rice. <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Magsasawa</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ka</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sa</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ulam</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">pero</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">hindi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">sa</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">kanin</span>.</em>”<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Hmmm</span>.... but does that mean, even if you have your rice, you can have viands alongside? Well, you can’t eat just rice. So, should the rice just take it as it is? That the rice may be a staple but the rice without the viand is just a grain boiled to softness, bland and oh-so-fattening.<br /><br />Well, it can only be bland for the unimaginative. You can always cook it in different ways. Boil it with different herbs for variety or just spice it up with a variety of condiments. You can even explore the world of fried rice that even toppings are not necessary.<br /><br />After a long discussion and exchange of ideas in that conversation, we just agreed, that even after how many viands that may have touched your palette, or even with all the viands served in front of you, you will always look for rice.Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-76670704604339096952009-03-27T17:37:00.005+08:002009-03-27T17:51:18.371+08:00Maybe Not Just YetI woke up this morning with a message from my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">best friend</span> on top of all the messages in my inbox. She was asking if she can forward my resume for a job posting in the company that she is working for. I replied positively yet with a clear void of excitement. It hit me that this would possibly be my nth time to be interviewed for that company. Do I want another one? How many rejections do I need to convince myself that it’s not really meant to be.<br /><br />After a few more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">exchange</span> of messages with my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">best friend</span>, I can’t help but scream out loud in the confines of my dark cold room,<br /><br />“<em>how many punches do you need to take before you throw the white flag.</em>”<br /><br />Hearing how crisp and piercing each word lingered in the room, I realized I may not only be talking about the job or the company anymore.<br /><br />There are times when you give it more and there are times that you just give up. And now, I may be on the verge of giving up, not only for that seemingly elusive placement in that company but also for that, yeah, that-thing-that-must-not-be-named.<br /><br /><br /><br /><em>After writing this, I heard my phone ring and saw a very familiar name flashing on the screen of my phone. Before answering the phone I thought to myself, “... maybe not just yet.”<br /></em>Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-5560125933462870962009-03-26T09:25:00.005+08:002009-03-26T09:36:08.056+08:00Say it/Don't Say itFormal and cordial<br />Nah, a little less formal<br />A bit more cordial<br /><br />Straightforward, honest<br />On the verge of rudeness even<br />But charming in delivery<br /><br />Sugar coated and candy sprinkled<br />Yet with a tang of darkness<br />Dark chocolate, that is<br /><br />Meaningful, simple<br />No flowers and colors<br />Just simply meantJoaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-20218448465318880012009-03-23T02:47:00.006+08:002009-03-23T03:02:43.653+08:00SorryAct 1. A friend of mine butted in while I was having this trivial discussion with a colleague.<br /><br />“He’s like that. He always wants to have the last say.”<br /><em>“Of course not.”</em><br />“See, even that he will not just let me state my opinion without refuting it.”<br /><em>“You are talking about me. Can I not just defend myself?”</em><br /><br />Act 2. I was in a discussion with a friend about my actions in the past months.<br /><br />“When I was told about it, I did not judge you. But now, hearing you confirm it, then I’m judging you, Joaqui.”<br /><em>“But I did not do anything wrong.”</em><br />“You did! Do you ever admit you are wrong?”<br /><em>“Of course, I do. It’s just that I don’t think I did something wrong.”</em><br /><br /><br />I am not a saint. I did things in my life that lack the better judgement of a conservative and “men for others” upbringing. Being a fan of courtroom drama series in my teenage years, I learned that I can get away with any <em>crime</em> just so long I can convince people to give me that not guilty verdict. I would never describe myself as self-righteous and egotistical that is why it is a bit alarming when some new friends tell me that I am. I do acknowledge mistakes and I do my best to learn from them. I am not too proud to say sorry when I know I did something wrong. In fact, I can be the first one to say sorry to someone who may have wronged me.<br /><br />As I look at the unflattering skyline of Makati just outside of my place, with a lighted light cigarette on my hand and extrastrong mint in my mouth, doing some introspection I realized that I may have done something that I would not want to be reciprocated to me. And for that let me say,<br /><br /><em><strong>I am sorry. I sincerely apologize for going there when I know I should not have. I will not even try to explain for what is done is done and I cannot take it back. I did cross the line and it was not the best decision back then. I am sorry for the pain that it may have caused you. I know you are a good friend, a very good friend, in fact, and all your friends can attest to that. And I could have been one of those friends that could give a truthful testimonial of the great friendship you can offer but by doing what I did, I stupidly gave up that opportunity. Again, I am sorry. Just a few days back, you showed you were indeed a good person, by linking the bridge of friendship once again. I may have been too arrogant then to realize that I offended you but that is not the case now. Thank you for being you and I apologize for being me in that whole phase. One more time, I am very sorry and I wish you love and happiness, because you truly, truly deserve it.</strong></em><br /><br />They say, saying sorry is hard but it is harder when you say it to a person with a beautiful heart but when you mean it, it is not that hard after all. With this, a very valuable lesson is learned and will be kept for the rest of my days.Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-44002465442073918862009-03-18T18:32:00.005+08:002009-03-19T00:08:25.628+08:00Just Coffee Tonight<p>With less sleep than the usual, I got this message from a friend literally with eyes half open.<br /><br /><em>“Are you free tonight?”<br /></em><br />It was the weekend, so I woke up at around dusk, I replied,<br /><br />“Why? What do you have in mind?”<br /><br /><em>“Sex.”</em><br /><br />“Nope.”<br /><br /><em>“Coffee then.”<br /></em><br />“Sure.”<br /><br />I guess, when you are no longer that into the person, coffee is a better option.</p><em></em>Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5032070154925168203.post-57860168723050711352009-03-11T16:05:00.004+08:002009-04-20T00:43:38.534+08:00Are you a Sexual Person?The bestfriend of someone I fancy before blatatnly asked me this,<br /><br />“<em>Are you a sexual person?</em>”<br /><br />If I remember it correctly, I replied with a very reserved smile hoping to brush aside the topic.<br /><br />“<em>...because he is.</em>” He continued.<br /><br />I fully understand the importance of sexual compatibility in a relationship. It is not the most important thing in a relationship but it is important, nonetheless. Some people may not be fluent in expressing their love in words but some would often show it in their actions. In sex, there are some things that you will only do to a person that you love and not to someone in a one-night-stand kind of thing.<br /><br />A friend of mine was once asked if he spits or swallows. His answer was simple yet heavy with meaning, “<em>only if I love the person.</em>”<br /><br />“<em>Why? Will it taste sweeter if it comes from the one you love?</em>”<br /><br />My friend replied with a very strict, “<em>basta.</em>”<br /><br />My friend maybe incapable to sew words together to back up this gesture but he was able to prove a point. Well, at least to me, he did.<br /><br />Yes, sex is just sex. However, there’s also a reason why it is called making love. And I beleive, at the end of the day, no matter how many great sex we have had in our lifetime, the times we made love will still be the most memorable.Joaquihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03463745078282630829noreply@blogger.com15