two old friends Monday, May 18 2009 

The Moon visits again, greeting me with its ghostly radiance illuminating in the night sky. I see it hiding behind the silhouette of the ipil-ipil from the bay window, pondering on life and love as I try to force myself to sleep. Yet it winks with intention, as if trying to remind me of something. I smile at the gesture, more awake than ever. Restless, I shift my weight to the left side for a better view of the Moon. It sees me making movement then shines an even brighter calmness—a discreet exchange between two old friends.

To my delight, the Moon then dives towards the fishpond scattering its star-like dust onto the quiescent surface of the water. But it has now gone farther, off to the mountains. My gaze following, I call on it with no words but rather with a hopeful expression on my face. Sensing my request, it gracefully dances back to the pond, over a few coconut trees and then satisfyingly positioning itself in front of my window. I return a smile, thanking it for coming back. Then I remember…

Its beauty and playfulness has distracted me from my thoughts on life and love! But I am in no distress but rather in peace. There is magic whenever it comes for a visit. And every time that it does, I forget the harshness of life.

My eyelids are now heavy from its unspoken lullaby and caressing splendor. I slowly fall into a deep sleep, now unaware if the Moon is still watching me or has gone back to the heavens where it then rests, waiting for another night to come.

snake decapitated Tuesday, May 12 2009 

I had just awaken from a very tiring dream when Mom shouted, “Genine, oh, may ahas sa bintana! Dali!” (Genine, there’s a snake by the window! Hurry!) A small green-and-brown snake hung lazily on the thin branches of a tree that grew by the window. To my surprise, Mom had asked someone to kill the helpless creature! With a protest, I told her to just set it free, itapon sa kabilang bakod!! Her argument was, “Eh kung mamamatay tayo o yung mga aso natin, ano ngay?” (What if we die of snake bites, or worse, our dogs!) Well, I didn’t wanna risk it…

Minutes later,  its head was chopped off by a huge rusty bolo. Discontented, the lifeless body was chopped in half.

 

I had just read on wiki that green snakes, genus Opheodrys, are really harmless creatures! They feed on insects and are said to be nonvenomous, based on other readings.  F@*#! Animals have to suffer because of our ignorance… and that’s very, very heartbreaking.

the pumpkin patch dream Wednesday, May 6 2009 

Do you believe that dreams have meanings? That they happen for you to realize things about life? Well, I had one of those dreams last week and it was so vivid. It deserves a spot right here to remind me…

The Pumpkin Patch Dream

The house is enormous. Twelve people can live in it harmoniously, much more taking up only half the space of this house. We, a group that I am not familiar of, are festively eating in the dining hall. There is food and much laughter but I seem to be bothered by something. I leave the group without an excuse, quietly exiting. Then I slowly walk to a door that leads to fresh air and cool wind. I am guessing that I needed space and a calm environment. When I open the door, a stairwell descends towards a rainforest. I am awed at the scenery. I hear the chirping of birds, the living rush of water and the whispers of the trees. I look to my right and see a small humble house, more like a cottage. I have a feeling that I slept here.

Excitement bubbles up as I see a huge patch of pumpkins that formed a pathway nearby the flowing water. I run towards the pathway, getting my digital camera out. As I peer through the screen, I am shocked and horrified to see that the pumpkins are not pumpkins but rather dead foxes. There is panic; there is confusion. Suddenly, a crow appears and the sky darkens. It then turns into a monster, a dark evil creature. Then a skull bigger than the rainforest appears out of thin air. Every evil thing just gushes into the sanctuary.

At this point, there is a storm and thunder. I am just there, watching in terror. The skull sucks that tiny chunk of earth into its hollow eye socket, as if damning that paradise to hell. I feel the need to stop it then I see this brown-haired little boy, chubby and angelic. I see no fear in his eyes but rather a courage and a sense of mystery—who is this boy… this angel? He is there to save. I see no triumph of good over evil because then, I wake up.

 

…of the desires of my heart. Maybe the life that I really want is not the life that I actually want to have. Makes sense?

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