Archive for May, 2008


For A While

May 27, 2008

If I leave you, it doesn’t mean I love you any less. – “Keep Me In Your Heart” by Warren Zevon (2003).

A good friend lent me his bootleg DVD copy of Boston Legal a couple of months ago. We have drifted apart, though, and I dread finishing off the series. James Spader, who reminds me of Robert Downey Jr.’s tousled-is-hot look, has become a habit.

More than the plots, I love the soundtrack, particularly this one song, Keep Me In Your Heart, played in the episode where Michael J. Fox appeared as a cancer patient. And I am borrowing it for the next days.

It seems this is a season for goodbyes. I wonder who or what else I should bid farewell to. But since my goodbyes have always been unrefined, I will not even attempt to try. I hope, though, that I will find a way to convey my deep gratitude for the chances I did not deserve, my regret for all my indiscretions and my fervent prayer that, as the late Mr. Zevon sung, you shall keep me in your heart for a while, as I shall keep you in mine.


Happy birthday, Jay!

May 27, 2008

With Jay in Burgos, Ilocos Norte

The birthday boy describes himself (from his Facebook account) as: “Generic… work-in-progress… values family and relationships… upholds honesty, humily and sincerity.”

To me, he is a blessing and one of the most genteel men I will ever meet. Happy birthday, kapatid and congratulations again on the Masters!


Shifting Sand

May 26, 2008

An SMS from a friend:

Sand taught me one thing: You cannot hold too many things, no matter what you do to make them stay and no matter how much they want to stay, the wind will always blow them away.  So learn to let go and choose carefully which you want to stay, because like sand, only those which are in the center of your palm will last.


“God bless the broken road”

May 22, 2008

Tomorrow will be a good friend’s despedida to mark the advent of his new beginning elsewhere.    

Though our meetings have been too few, he, along with others I’ve been blessed to meet, has negated all misgivings I had with the opposite sex. Despite the wall of doubt that years of watching one’s heart splinter into pieces have built, there still really are good, decent men.  That genuine friendship is possible.  That sometimes, the shelving of some dreams to pursue new ones are, as Rascal Flatts put it, “part of a grander plan that is coming true.”  

May we all find what we are looking for, dear friend, no matter how badly the road lies broken and bent.  Fare thee well, Ovel. 


Lines from Boston Legal

May 21, 2008
  1. Don’t try to get in my head, you won’t like the mess.
  2. People in love lose their grip.
  3. As you age, you only get more beautiful.
  4. I’d take a friend over a wife anytime.

Shortest Fairy Tale

May 20, 2008

My good friend Akel sent this.  (And no, Darren ading ko, this is so not a bad case of sour grapes. I miss you guys!) :

Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl ‘Will you marry me?’

The girl said:’NO!’

And the girl lived happily ever-after and went shopping, dancing, camping, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, did whatever the hell she wanted, never argued, didn’t get fat, traveled more, had many lovers, didn’t save money, and had all the hot water to herself. She went to the theatre, never watched sports, never wore friggin’ lacy lingerie that went up her ass, had high self esteem, never cried or yelled, felt and looked fabulous in sweat pants and was pleasant all the time.


Getting Sentimental

May 19, 2008

Tony's Hill 3

Found myself missing Pagudpud and this song kept playing in my head all day:

Never thought I’d fall, but when I hear you call,
I’m getting sentimental over you.
Things you say and do just thrill me through and through,
I’m getting sentimental over you.
I thought I was happy I could live without love,
Now I must admit, love is all I’m thinking of.
Won’t you please be kind, and just make up your mind
That you’ll be sweet and gentle, be gentle with me
`Cause I’m getting sentimental over you.

As sung by Frank Sinatra (Lyrics by Ned Washington and music by George Bassman)