September of 2008

The gentle noise of September breeze welcomes the sandman of metallica's tempo and rhythm. As the night dives down to the deepest sea, lovers swim under the cold sheet of evening. Single souls rest in their minds of dreams and wished to wake up making it a reality.

Di na mababawi by spong cola

Di Na Mababawi - Sponge Cola

Ngayo'y aking inuunawang pilit
Mga pagkukulang kong iyong ginigiit
Sana'y malaman mo na tanging ikaw lamang
Ang aking iniintindi

Nakatanim pa sa'king ala-ala
Pangako mong mananatili ka
Kaya't paglisan mo'y naiwan ang pusong ito
Na ngayo'y bitin na bitin

Chorus:

'Di mo na mababawi iniwang sakit
Sa mga salitang binitiwan mo
Hindi ba't ikaw na rin ang nagpasya, nagtakda
At siyang unang umiwas
Bakit nga ba ako 'yong pinaasa?

Nasa aking guniguni malamig mong tinig
Kasabay ng hanging na dumarampi
Na para bang ika'y nariyan sa aking paligid
Tahimik na nagmamasid

*Repeat Chorus

Nahulog na'ng mga ulap, buwan at araw, mga bituwin
Ang ginugol na panaho'y na saan? (panaho'y na saan)
'Di ba't sayang naman? (Di ba't sayang naman)
Giliw yeah yeah yeah yeah

Ngunit di mo na mababawi iniwang sakit
Sa mga salitang binitiwan mo
Hindi ba't ikaw na rin ang nagpasya, nagtakda
At siyang unang umiwas
Bakit nga ba ako 'yong pinaasa?
Bakit nga ba ako 'yong pinaasa?

Liham

You take care of yourself. Less smoking, please. Less snoring. Watch your sugar level. Eat healthy. Pray. Less worries, we’ll be alright here. Celebrate your up coming birthday with fun.

Tomorrow is your flight to Manila. Only God knows kung babalik ka pa dito.

Dad, I thank God and every living creature living here on Earth that you’re my father. Joreen once told me, “Lei, you’re lucky you have a great father”, and since the day I learned how to think, I knew how great you are dad. I thank you for providing our needs and wants in any way you can.

Mornings won’t be the same without you in the kitchen table with your coffee and you staring blankly somewhere. Evenings won’t be the same without you cooking or nagsusugba. We’ll miss your menu. My every day won’t be the same without you asking “How’s my baby?”, and smelling the top of my head when you got a chance or sniffing my underarms. I will always be your eldest baby girl dad.

I love you ‘till the end of time.

Love lots,
Leann
xoxo

One-Way Ticket

12 noon… a time where I should stop dreaming.. 12 noon, I came out from my sauna bedroom. In the kitchen, Daddy had his back from the dinning table, while Mom was sitting and had just finished her lunch – adobo and rice, and a tearful eyes above her plate. Yes, she was crying and I didn’t mind asking what those tears are for because I already know. Daddy is bound for Manila tomorrow at 1455 hours and only God knows if he’s still coming back here in Cotabato or he’s heading for the longest days my mom will ever have.

4 Kubs

You’re given choices and freedom in exchange for your heart and you gladly trade –happily- you walk away with a smile on your lips and a skip on your step, then what? You sit at home, thinking, perusing your decisions, wasting away like the rotten handles in your great-grandma’s coco wood staircase. Is it love? Is it pain? Is it you? Is it real?

Written by my friend, Jed... Thanks Kubs...

sent through text message: January 7, 2009 @ 12:53am

You were just another dead end

There in a road most traveled by humans,
asphalt smoothened the pavement of gladness and sadness.
A brave, young, stupid masochist
took a wrong right turn in one alley of uncertainty.
Darkness welcomes the ride.
Unsure of what is ahead,
and malfunction of high front lights elated the alley’s unknown future.
In a hurry to meet what that street brings –
“an intersection most probably”.
Confident and sure of it’s ending,
surprisingly and unexpectedly, it’s a dead end.

Originally written:
January 7, 2009 @ 1:10am

Tears, weep thy sorrow!

A glitter of sodium-based liquor
pulled by gravity of an unexpected sorrow,
mercilessly freed itself
from the tunnel of a beautiful soul.
Black grasses made of heaven and hell
met and intertwined to cease the gush of melted pearls.
As it free flows down to the stream of love’s death,
I stand at the cliff of temptation
and halted my grievous lava of tears,
then watched her drenched herself
with blood of karma for her lover.

Originally written:
January 6, 2009 @ 10:30 pm

Broken Amity

I looked back to the years of loneliness
Then I realized I can count the days of blissfulness.
This moment I promised to keep away
From the affection that wanted to stay.

Now that I'm fine, now that I'm good,
You came without a warning mode.
I ignored you once, twice then three times
Or maybe I should take this crazy chance?

Countless thoughts of taking a risk
I might end up bleeding in a brisk.
I was never wrong in the thought of bleeding,
So you think I'll just watch you leaving?

I don't want to take you then walk in a wire,
But this heavenly rage is spreading like a wild fire.
It's not the end; the story has not been written yet.
I'll carry you through the wire, and put your amity into a bet.

9/15/2008

Dinner for Two

White cloth, maroon on top.

Three candles with a golden stand.

A bouquet of lilies and daisies at the center.

Two glasses of wine and a half full bottle behind.

A cup of rice; cut the steak with a knife.

Brownie a la mode with vanilla ice cream on top.

Violin, banjo, and six-string guitar.

Singing to the melody of the night.

Dancing to the beat of my heart.

Perfect moment for a serene evening.

A dinner for two, exclusively for you,

But then not with me.

ADVENTURE 101: Places I’ve Never Been Before

My first week in CFSI, being in four municipalities, and interacting with children who lives there and also some locals, a lot of realization came up to my mind. Almost everything is rumbling and puzzling in my head.

We’ve been to different municipalities in Maguindanao Province. I’ve never been to these places in my entire life, though I’m familiar to some municipalities because I’ve heard their places before, especially in the news. Most of these places were battlefields about 8-10 years ago. The scenery opened up my mind more. I don’t know if I should pity them or think that I am lucky, or think of them as an inspiration. I really don’t know. I’ve seen a lot, and I mean a lot…

• “I see trees of green, red roses too.”
• Bumpy roads. Good for 4x4 Off Roads competitions.
• 5 minutes before we arrived in one district 2 people were killed.
• Rebels (MILF) are visible.
• Sitting beside a rebel and his M16 riffle.
• People are carrying guns.
• Political posters are everywhere.
• Half cemented road.
• One-fourth cemented road.
• Durian, Lansones, Rambotan, Marang Trees are everywhere.
• Children go to school without slippers.
• Schools with no flooring.
• Teacher-student ratio, 1:200
• Students on the floor due to lack of chairs.
• One school, one classroom with three different uniforms.
• A 37 year old woman in 4^th grade.
• Two 21 years old males in 3^rd grade.
• 8 hours for teachers, half of the day are for female elementary pupils and male in the afternoon.
• Schools with no classrooms.
• Improvised classrooms.
• Classes are held in the school stage.
• 3^rd grade and 4^th grade class are merged.
• Schools located at the top of the mountain.
• Schools located at the middle of the cornfield.
• Schools located at the middle of nowhere.
• Community existing in the place where you less expected.
• Elementary students have to cross 3 rivers just to go to school.
• Students taking a bath in the flood before going to school.
• They have the mountains and rivers as their playground.
• Many are absent because it’s harvest time, they baby-sit their younger siblings.
• Many are absent because it rained last night, they cannot cross the rivers because of strong current.
• One student: 3 years in 1^st grade.
• Horses at the school yard.
• Carabaos at the school yard.
• Cows at the school yard.
• Chicken at the school yard. (Schools became farms)
• Teachers can dismiss their class whenever they like to.
• Cross the bridge that’s made out of coconut tree trunks.
• Carabaos underneath the improvised bridge.

More photos on my mulitply account.
CFSI (Community and Family Services International)