gladiator

"I have not forgotten your face,

I still remember your hands;

how did your lips feel on mine?"

Recalling.

As of now that is all i could count on. But I am elated by the long stored love. All the while, I thought I was only assuming. Cried tears in silence, hoping I could set it aside. Nobody knows it, but me. Just like the knight that you are, you knocked me over.

You have traveled far, fought your battles and conquered sand castles. Here I am left battling my own fears, too. We were made beautiful by fate and distance.

I will see your armor, shining from afar.

dishwashing waterloo

Over time, I had to battle with one of the things that women (men say) are made for: washing dishes!

My parents used to train us doing household chores when we were younger. They would assign a dishwasher at the certain time of the day. And I always end up getting dinner time as my share. Of all the meals in my family, dinner is the only meal where we are mostly complete. So that means, there are more dishes to wash. I used to argue about this - but to no avail...because I'd be in school at lunch time, anyway.

I don't know, but there is something about this chore that I just do not like. I would prefer doing the laundry, than getting soaked in the sink. So, I am thinking of saving up for a dishwashing machine. Thank you, for technology has a way of saving me from my misery.

On second thought, it must be expensive. I had to make a choice between two pairs of class A Prada immitation shoes, or the machine that would end my whinings. Whew! Tough one. But I guess, I had to take advantage of the footwear.

I could always moisturize my hands, anyway...or insist on fastfood and paper plates. :-)

the dissection of psyche

"Love and Soul : had sought, and after some trials found each other. And that union can never be broken." -Hamilton

She was a mortal, with an immortal beauty. Envied by her kind, she is lusted by men. Aphrodite loathed her and she was scorned. More than anything else, she was a lover. She was was mistaken, she was hurt, she was tested.

She was real.

It was in college that I first came upon the synopsis of the Cupid-Psyche story. I was too busy with the other Olympian dieties to really concentrate on them. It was only until recently that I was able to delve deeper into what she had to go through...that made her all deserving to be exalted right beside her beloved.

When she married her so-called monster of a husband, she accepted her fate. And in darkness she savored the tender loving of the invisible beast. She's got all that she needed but she is deprived from seeing him. This is blind faith - believing beyond reasons. A requirement in relationships, that at one time or another, each of us has failed to submit into.

The heart is what makes us human. Because it is restless, she discovered that she wanted more than just what she already has. Wanting to go far beyond feeling his caresses, she had to see him. As upon first sight, she lost him. She violated his trust and thus, causing things to come in between them.

In search for the love that she once lost, she had to undergo ardous tests from Venus (ugh, in-laws! Even the mythologies, describe them exactly the way they really are!). Fortunately, fate was kind enough to provide her with the armaments in all her battles. It was her will to find Cupid that got her through. Love, indeed, finds a way.

And the most important part is, when they reunited, they have forgiven. Love does not keep a record of wrongs. It forgives and learns...and never stops forgiving until the other learns.

Psyche means "soul". Just like her, the human spirit is restless, blindly trusts in love, endures hardships and forgives offenses.

It is real.

penniless rich

After four months, I have finally written.

Obviously, I will have more time for this. I now have the leniency of putting my mind into this emotional litterbox.

Speaking of this abundance of idle moments, I have thought about what awaits me. I am technically jobless and at the mercy of my dexterity. Perhaps, this loss is necessary. There must be a gain that fits. At corners of my mind, i kept on seeking for it. I was not able to find any that would suffice the culmination of a routine.

When I looked into my heart, indeed, i have found.

There he is, laying asleep beside me. At peace with my embrace. Adrift into a dreamful slumber. I stare in contentment. I await for those bashing eyelashes to wake...and my kisses are saved.