Invictus

William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903

Invictus

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

"To go beyond is as wrong as to fall short."

"To go beyond is as wrong as to fall short."
-Confucius-

And this is where love puts me.

I loved beyond reasons, that’s why I’m hurting beyond what is possible.

I’m hurting… like hell…

I tried my hardest to forget, but I failed before. This time it’s going to be for real.
I’ve given him everything. Now, I’m going to love myself more.

I’m keeping something for myself this time. I’m going to keep my pride. I’m going to keep me.

There’s no point being someone else anymore. It caused me nothing but unbearable pain.

I’m going to be the old me, only better. For I’m putting you out of my system.

This time it’s for real. I’m doing this for myself. To keep me.

Coz if not, I will never forgive myself.

Oh books! Oh books!

I am inexplicably excited about my new borrowed books! Thank you so much to some very good friends! Ate Dinah lend me her classics, the ever ima

ginative and inspiring story of Jerusha Abbot and her Daddy-Long-Legs. Who happens to be her darling in the end. I was introduced to Judy Abbot way back elementary, where I often woke up as early as eight 8am to watch the morning cartoons. Yes, I first heard of the mischievous Judy Abbot through the TV tube. And isn’t it just amazing to be able to read it now!? Haha! I like the way the book is written. The story was told through Judy’s letters for Daddy-Long-Legs. It is a wonderful compilation of all her letters.

Funny but in high school, in one of our book reviews, I did that style of writing… I made a diary of the hero. Narrating every adventure he bravely fought.

My teacher was first shocked and asked me why I did it that way. I always like to do things differently. Call me stubborn, but I don’t always stick to the rules. I sometimes break them. For rules set boundaries, and boundaries limits you. My teacher gave me the highest score.

And enough about me. Haha!

Books oh books!

Look at this one, it’s a newly acquired favorite (Thank you ate dins!)

I am just at the first chapter and I’m liking it already. It’s a classic. I love classics!

The way they were told, the way the authors gave birth to the characters and it’s as if seeing the real thing centuries ago. With the puffed sleeves and the sleek trousers to match!

I still need to continue my journey with the five little p

eppers.

But I cant help taking a

look at the first chapter of Paulo Coelho’s The Fifth Mountain… (Thank you Erwin!)

Here it is…

But I’m not going to read it

now…

Paulo Coelho has a reputation of making his readers cry. I should know, I read most of his books… I don’t want to cry just now…

With this classics, (I consider Ricky Lee’s Trip to Quiapo a classic)

Looks like I have my nights booked! =D

Coffee for Robbie!

Coffee for Robbie!

It’s Sunday and I’d love to think that I have nothing to do for a change. Haha!
I’m in my room and I can here little critters outside! Oh, I almost forgot, I have a story to tell…

One sunny afternoon, I was at the backyard when I saw Robbie (a seven year old kid) playing at the faucet, holding a used coca cola tin can.

MARGIE: “ Hello Robbie! Anong ginagawa mo dyan?”

ROBBIE: “ Nilalagyan ko po ng tubig tong lalagyan”

MARGIE: “ huh? Anong gagawin mo dyan pagkatapos?”

ROBBIE: “ Ilalagay ko po sa bubong…”

MARGIE: “ lalagay mo sa bubong? Eh ang init-init ah!?”

ROBBIE: “ Yun nga po, tas mamaya, magtitimpla ko ng kape!”


I cant remember what I said to him after that. I was just laughing the whole time. But I did helped with his little endeavour. I was the one who put the water filled can on the roof! =D

The saddest lines…

… : “ I love you…”

--- : “ Mahal din kita…”

… : …

--- : “ But I’m confused..”

… : “ Confused with what?”

--- : “ Confused between sa GUSTO kong gawin at sa DAPAT kong gawin…”

… : “ Ano bang GUSTO mong gawin?”

--- : “ Yung kabaliktaran ng DAPAT kong gawin…”

… : “ Ano bang DAPAT mong gawin?”

--- : “ Ang lumayo sayo…”

Bubbles!

I never had the chance to have a quality time with my cousins. For maybe because my mind is set to a routine that bonds me to it like a chain. From Monday to Friday, I’m off to work from 7am till 9 pm. some are given the liberty to party on weekends, I don’t. But last night I was literally dragged by my cousin at a city fiesta. Where we sang (thank goodness people didn’t threw stones at us) and say, had fun. I really did have fun. On a weekend. That’s new.

Today, my father is making our lunch. This day is one of the few that gives me time to settle and clean my room, and gives me time to write.




As I was thinking what to write next, this beautiful multi coloured bubbles pop-out… and I was so amazed by it that I captured it. It never seizes to fascinate me. It has been my screen saver from the start and I am still loving it for whenever I tend to get lost on what I am doing, there they are! Beautifully cascading at my screen, floating… one of my bosses, Mr. Mike Cohen, once saw it and called my laptop a washing machine! And I answered indeed! For I have lots of laundry to finish with it! =D