Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Going back to my roots

Quite literally.

I'm back to having my long black hair.
Though unfortunate traces of my previous wayward streak still shows, a few wisps here and there which frustrates me to death, simply because "they" won't go the direction I want them to, I realize I really missed my hair looking so. If only I can yank my hair just to make them longer I probably would have done that.
Oh well, I guess the next time I'll be changing my hair color would be when I'd already be eligible to apply for my own Senior Citizen's Card.

Now, if only I can find the will to brush it...

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

I'm Yours

I have always known
that one last time was real
as you have spoken the words
I whispered it quietly in my heart
it may not seem like very much
now that all is lost and done
I know deep inside me
I am still all

Friday, June 25, 2010

“The Chaos” by G. Nolst Trenite

If you can correctly pronounce every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world. After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud. Try them yourself.

Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it’s written.)
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;
Cloven, oven, how and low,
Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.
Hear me say, devoid of trickery,
Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,
Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,
Exiles, similes, and reviles;
Scholar, vicar, and cigar,
Solar, mica, war and far;
One, anemone, Balmoral,
Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;
Gertrude, German, wind and mind,
Scene, Melpomene, mankind.
Billet does not rhyme with ballet,
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.
Blood and flood are not like food,
Nor is mould like should and would.
Viscous, viscount, load and broad,
Toward, to forward, to reward.
And your pronunciation’s OK
When you correctly say croquet,
Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,
Friend and fiend, alive and live.
Ivy, privy, famous; clamour
And enamour rhyme with hammer.
River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,
Doll and roll and some and home.
Stranger does not rhyme with anger,
Neither does devour with clangour.
Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,
Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,
Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,
And then singer, ginger, linger,
Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,
Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.
Query does not rhyme with very,
Nor does fury sound like bury.
Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.
Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.
Though the differences seem little,
We say actual but victual.
Refer does not rhyme with deafer.
Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer.
Mint, pint, senate and sedate;
Dull, bull, and George ate late.
Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,
Science, conscience, scientific.
Liberty, library, heave and heaven,
Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.
We say hallowed, but allowed,
People, leopard, towed, but vowed.
Mark the differences, moreover,
Between mover, cover, clover;
Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,
Chalice, but police and lice;
Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, disciple, label.
Petal, panel, and canal,
Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.
Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,
Senator, spectator, mayor.
Tour, but our and succour, four.
Gas, alas, and Arkansas.
Sea, idea, Korea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria.
Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.
Compare alien with Italian,
Dandelion and battalion.
Sally with ally, yea, ye,
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.
Say aver, but ever, fever,
Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.
Heron, granary, canary.
Crevice and device and aerie.
Face, but preface, not efface.
Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.
Large, but target, gin, give, verging,
Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.
Ear, but earn and wear and tear
Do not rhyme with here but ere.
Seven is right, but so is even,
Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,
Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,
Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.
Pronunciation — think of Psyche!
Is a paling stout and spikey?
Won’t it make you lose your wits,
Writing groats and saying grits?
It’s a dark abyss or tunnel:
Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,
Islington and Isle of Wight,
Housewife, verdict and indict.
Finally, which rhymes with enough —
Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?
Hiccough has the sound of cup.
My advice is to give up!!!

The poem above is called “The Chaos” and was written by G. Nolst Trenite, a.k.a.Charivarius (1870-1946).

Sunday, June 20, 2010

First Father's Day without a father...

How can I greet you now? A kiss on the urn? A bouquet of flowers? A banquet fit for a king? Would a silent whisper suffice? How would I know it would reach your ears? Do I speak to you with my heart? How would I know it would reach you when your heart has stopped its beat?

365 days ago, all three of us celebrated your day peacefully.

365, day ago you even complained that I had prepared so much food when you can only eat so little.

365 days ago, we watched a movie at home.

365 days ago, we teased you about "stealing" from our bag of chips when you had your own which was what the good doctor prescribed

365 days ago, we greeted you again just before we went to sleep

365 days ago our house was full of laughter as we reminisced what we did that day


365 days after, only two celebrated

365 days after, you were no longer complaining about all the dish I prepared

365 days after, I sit alone and try not to feel so much

365 days after, what I'd give just to hear your laughter once again

365 days after, I wish my prayers you would hear

and 365 days after, I silently weep as I whisper to you just how much we miss you.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

A Minute of Refuge

A single song.
That was all it took to have me plummeting down through memory lane.
Just the right amount of sentiments to have me weeping like a lost girl all over again.
The song hasn't even reached the heartbreaking part and yet the memories played with so much clarity, that closing my eyes tightly or forcibly shaking my head was futile in trying to escape the onslaught of what was to come.

Have you ever experienced remembering a memory so distinct that everything comes alive again as if you were able to transcend time and space? Being able to smell the fresh cut grass, feel the wind caressing your skin, the touch of a warm embrace, the soothing voice flowing languidly as you lavish on that particular day and time... A snippet of a life once lived.
How can it be so real? So tangible, so acutely present yet so realistically a past.

So you ride it out, not really wanting it to continue but not really having the strength to stop it.
Whether it be the guilt, the longing, the wanting, or the sheer helplessness of the moment, I am not certain why I chose to see and be in it once again.

Then I come back. Back to the now that I call my life.
Everything is the same. Untouched, unmoved, the hands of time barely moved.
Yet the turmoil inside was ravaging in the reality that I am changed.

Yes, I miss you.
I painstakingly miss you.

I now know the reason why I chose to stay in that memory.
So I can be with you again even for awhile.
The only time I can ever have for now.

Friday, June 04, 2010

Frequent is an understatement

In the past weeks, I have noticed
that I have one very frequent visitor in my blog.
When I say frequent, I mean visits-every-hour-of-every-frackin'-day.
In fact, if I were to give points to this person for every peek in my blog, he can actually redeem points to his heart's content. Pretty much like a frequent flyer card that airlines offer.
Anyway, I hope that my visitor is truly enjoying my blog and not plagiarizing my work...
I do not want to start a manhunt on anyone's saggy ass now do I?