life through rose-colored glass

Hold me close and hold me fast

The magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose

When you kiss me heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose

When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart
A world where roses bloom

And when you speak, angels sing from above
Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La vie en rose

cold front

The past weeks were kind to the sleepyheads--very generous even--with the cool breeze and cloudy skies. Those were days when hunger was constantly knocking at my door, and nothing too significant was done except gather sweet dreams.

The icy tail of the cold front and the blow of the Amihan had been synergistic forces. They were almost some magic formula for increased sales of sweaters and jackets, increased attention for weather reports, and decreased interest for school lessons.

And yes, there had been some internal coldness. Nothing that could not be cured by a bowl of hot noodles, though.

long, heavy weekend

Two and half days indulged in Jose Rizal's life in Europe and it felt like being introduced to his intellectual strategies to eliminate the cruelty that was widely spread in the Philippines. The patriot was no rich traveler; it's heartbreaking to note that on more than one occasion he fell into hunger and hopelessness, yet it's equally heartwarming to discover that his wit and quick humor did him well as to become associated with and respected by great men of Europe, such as Rudolf Virchow.

However, I should like to express my great disappointment in the 2.25-inch thick single-volume Hutchinson Encyclopedia for the reason that it does not contain an article about the Philippines.

My weekend isn't over, but my reports aren't either! What a shame.

From Jose Rizal's A las Flores de Heidelberg:

Go, flowers of a foreign land,
Sown by travelers along the way,
Go to my country, and beneath her blue skies,
Guardian of my desires,
Tell of this wanderer,
And of his faith that is nourished by his native soil.
Go and tell-tell how even when dawn
Opened your petals for the first time
Beside the frozen Neckar,
You found him beside you, thoughtful and silent
Amid the spring that never fails to come.

May his iron determination inspire those of us who need a little push to pursue our visions.

new year and a new life

Today is the first day of year 2009, and after a heavy dose of macaroni salad coupled with chocolate cake--as far as I'm concerned--my day is done. Not that food easily lifts my spirits; perhaps a plate of sweet servings should complement an energetic mind especially at this very moment when an individual decides to shift the course of his or her life.

The shifting of one's life never gets too far, though. The feeling somehow manages to fade away with the food or with the sensation it brings along. But because it is a lovely feeling to have recharged willpower and because humans have yet to face 365 full days before another start, I resolve to fill myself with positive plans to live a better life.

The previous year had been full of memories: sets of photographs, a number of good books, an imaginary list of fast food chains, enough heartaches, short trips, coffee shops and coffee, devastating failures, a whole lifetime of homework, internship, exciting movies, laughter and tears altogether. Wonderful, but I wouldn't mind looking forward for another round of priceless moments.

I'm not too optimistic, am I? The clock is forever ticking and I have got to start somewhere.

Merry new year, everyone.