Tuesday, October 31, 2006

pouring-out sentiments

There are times in our lives when we experience conflicting emotions...

This simple eight-liner poem is a semi-finalist in the 2006 International Poetry Contest. A spur of my moment...

Conflicting situations

There are times I miss you
Other times I abhor you
What I feel is so confusing
Taxing my mind and body

Hang on or let go
Forward or backward
In the middle I remain
Won't dare to know

...originality, creativity, imagination, characterization, artistic quality, adherence to line limits, or universal appeal? whatever the judges thought the written words above might have, for me it's just one thing...a releeeassssse....

(grabbed the editor's choice award for unique perspective and original creativity 11/28/2006)

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

a picture paints a thousand words...

While strolling the fascinating shores of La Jolla last Saturday, my attention was caught by these two couples, appealed more interesting to me than the graceful seals by the children's pool. Two pairs with their backs fronting the camera, left me with questions, what are they thinking? What are they talking about?

I flashbacked 14 years when Brack and I, because of a set-up by our friends at work, spent a day at the very comely Caylabne Bay Resort just by ourselves instead of being with a group of six. We sat infront of the beach just like these two couples below and watched the school of fishes enjoyed their swim up and down the wavy waters. We talked the whole day, took pictures, and basically lazed until the sun came down. We were not even involved with each other that time, Brack haven't even displayed any intention of courting me. But blame it on this intensely captivating paradise, after sunset, by the time we reached flatlands, we were already so much in love. So shy that we're not supposed to be falling in-love on our first supposedly group date, we just bid each other a casual goodbye. Of course my nights have never been the same after that day, and like a whirlwind, we were committed to each other the following month. What a marvelous feeling it is to relive unforgettable memories like this. All because of an afternoon stroll at La Jolla.

How immeasurably nature bind people, match their feelings and make them one...so peculiar, so special. Zarah Dizon





Sunday, October 08, 2006

TWO much goodbyes

I don’t exactly remember how we started to be close but there’s one incident that made me see how considerate my blonde officemate is.

Three years ago, marketing and licensing share the same room at our old office in Roosevelt. Mariah is from marketing and I do licensing. One day she approached me, “are you scared of cockroaches?” “Yes I am. In fact I am scared of everything that crawls.” What I didn’t know that time was, a big roach was there beneath my desk, around my leg area and Mariah noticed it and told everybody in the room about it except me. No wonder they were all laughing as Mariah asked me that question. She waited until I got-off my desk and left the room before getting rid of that big roach. There were lots of them in that old building (the same building where most of the shots in Spiderman 2 were filmed) because the tenants at the lowest level were either cafés or convenient stores. When I returned, she told me about the roach and I asked why she didn’t tell me at once, and she said she doesn’t want to freak me out. What a nice gesture! I mean nowadays such is rare. Even friends and family would put you up into something for a laugh…I mean not in bad way but…yes.

From then on, Mariah and I became good friends at work. She is a very good listener and adviser; this is despite the fact that I am much older than her. She’s got patience listening to my stories and experiences. Most of all, she’s an excellent movie critic. We both have Netflix and regularly I would ask her for good movies and I liked her recommendations, she usually classifies them as: this is what’s good for you and your husband; good for you; good for your husband; and of course, those good for the kids. She’s a graphics designer and a couple of times I would ask her help with my picture layouts, company stationery (she custom made one for me), colors for my EDGAR tables (HTML files), and many other extras.

Mariah is so easy to be with, straight, and simple. She is most lovely when she is blushing red. She is one of the few full-blooded whites who loved Filipino food, even her preference of spaghetti sauce had switched from the American-Italian style to the sweet tasting Pinoy sauce with hotdogs. I told her, she crossed over, and I appreciate her more for it. Last week, she moved to the clean air of Portland…


Almost a year ago today, my boss told me someone’s going to help me with my department’s load. He said this person’s sort of not challenged with her present duties and looks for more interesting tasks, like those in licensing. Perfect timing, I said to myself, as that time, upcoming projects and current ones were pushing for the same deadlines.

Fera is a natural beauty, young, ambitious, and willing to learn. Step by step I taught her the expectation and routines of the department. Some she got fast, some took time. Work wise, there were times we had friction, but beyond work, we became the closest of co-workers, sharing each other’s daily happenings, worries (we both are worriers and she is my younger version), sentiments about life, politics, our countries of birth, marriage, careers, money, and almost every other topic under the sun. Fera, like Mariah, is so accommodating and treat her friends well.

She saved the last hugs for me…my make-up washed with tears. She relocated to Flagstaff with her fiancée…a month before Mariah left.


Don’t be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes is certain for those who are friends. Richard Bach