unhurried poetry

mobile poetry (composed at 5:30am):

the purple sky
heralds
the dawn of a new day.

hope
rings
through the air,
a celebration.

old friends,
family,
teachers.

a refresher, a re-rooting.

the work of social justice continues.

a breath of fresh air

i bumped into an old friend tonight, right before the mass. we chatted for a while, and when the conversation died down, he ejaculated, “ang sarap talaga mag-misa.”

i never expected to hear that from him, since he never struck me as the totally religious guy. yes, he went through the days, but he was the military-turned-businessman guy. it was such a breath of (very welcome) fresh air, knowing that he actually thought of such things.

later on, he even mentioned, “iba talaga ang ateneo mass, no?” i feel the same.

i never want to leave my alma mater.

down from the hill, down to the world go i.
rememb’ring still how the bright blue eagles fly,
through joys and tears, through the laughing years…
this is the place where we belong…

we pray, you keep us, mary, constantly true.
we pray, you keep us, mary, faithful to you!

meaning and ritual

things have been such a blast! yesterday alone was an adventure in itself. songs by bukas palad, shopping, simbanggabi @ gesu, songs by lunchbox, dinner and great company. what a day. it was truly one of the few days that i am genuinely grateful for.

last night, right after communion, i couldn’t help but be transfixed by the motions at the altar. there was fr. jet villarin, sj, ritually cleaning up after the breaking of the bread. such simple gestures, such profound meaning. i couldn’t help but think about the past, when elements of the church made the mistake of prioritizing ritual over meaning. it happened, yes, but now we are at a point in time when even the grandest of masses at the grandest of cathedrals, attended by the rich and powerful does not hold more meaning than a simple mass at a small chapel, attended by the simplest of people. after all, wasn’t christ born to a poor carpenter’s wife, at a manger, amid donkeys, sheep and cattle?

the call to action that follows every homily has been said. what are you doing?

rush

a lot has been going lately, and i could barely find time to write a decent post. the holidays are rushing in and i’ve only got half my christmas list done! greenhills won’t let me down.

badminton got cancelled. no more transcendence for today.

(edited)
What do I do, I keep calling out your name
What do I do, I got no one else to blame
What do I do
Every time I touch your hand, it’s not the same
What do I do, I think I fell in love with you

on food that don’t usually mix and radio shows

alternative dessert
interesting. i just had one of the most succulent desserts i’ve had in a while. from an objective point of view, it’s enough to make some of my friends throw up, but if you’ve got the goods, i highly suggest that you try this.

what you need:
• choc-nut
• selecta’s mango ice cream

directions:
1. eat the choc-nut. make sure you leave some stuck to your teeth.
2. eat the ice cream.
3. watch out for the tangy aftertaste when the choc-nut bits and the mango ice cream mix.
4. rinse and repeat.

yum.

jvp on rx93.1
ron, leah, dom and some other volunteers just got off the air. it was surreal hearing my friends on the radio. knowing that they had personalities, it was difficult not to giggle once in a while. i couldn’t even help texting in a question for ron. too bad raffy reyes (the host) didn’t read it on air. oh well. that’s life.

the shackles have now been broken.
hail the new era.