pon and zi:i'd give you my heart

pon and zi: drawing

"The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas"
-Alfred Noyes, The Highwayman

lessons on the alchemist

"The Alchemist" bu Paulo Coelho inspires me to do things that i have always dreamed of. It tought me the value of pursuing my dreams, of never giving up and of always being patient in the whole process. It may take a few years for me to finally see the fruits of this labor but i know i'll always strive hard to make every effort worthwhile.

But what is my Personal Legend?

I am still in doubt. Will i be an accountant? A writer? or a fashion designer?

These three options sound equally appealing and I'm presently thinking of being the three [hehe]. Maybe I should pursue my Accounting course while sidelining as a writer. Then become a fashion designer after I pass the CPA board exams.

This conclusion made me realize something-my grades have been relatively low. I should study or else I won't be an academic scholar and I won't be able to continue my studies.[huhai]

I'll write to you later Mr. Armadillo. [that's your name-Mr. Armadillo]

So Close

Eyes so deep
as blue as the sea
the luring waves
unwittingly
invites me...
...to grasp, to behold
in infinite amazement
yet though so near,
although so close,
I can't
I simply couldn't

Lips so soft
like flower petals
as pink as roses
-freshly plucked roses,
tangy in smell.
Oh how I wish to kiss those lips
and cherish every sensation
yet though so near,
although so close
I can't
I simply couldn't.

You
simply breathtaking
and although I want to
touch and embrace thee
though so near
so close
I can't
I simply couldn't
Because
my love, my life
you're so near
yet so far.


-Jan. 31, 2009

SHINee reveals Lucifer album concept photos

SHINee reveals Lucifer album concept photos

Sunday Morning

The beauty of Sunday mornings is that you get to wear your most adorable outfit, sit in one of those mahogany benches, marvel at the exquisite architecture and flower arrangements and of course, spot your crush a few seats ahead you.

But this morning was different. First of all, the floral arrangements were missing. Everything was bare. I'm not into making critics about these things but the altar simply looks "un-altaric" without the flowers.

Aside from that, there was no spot your crush moment[because he's currently in Cebu leaving me melancholic. :'( ], instead what i spotted were the mud spots on my canvas shoes[starting to really hate walking to church].

Then it hit me. I wasn't there to marvel at stuff or ogle over something i could never have. I was there for God. Sunday mornings are supposed to be pious mornings.

I took a deep breath and listened to the gospel.

It's time to be better friends. May the Lord God help us.

ten questions without answers

1. Does Jennifer Love Hewitt?

2. Where did Rachelle Ann Go?

3. Why is Norman Black and Redford White? Then, is Chris Brown?

4. Where did Sandara Park?

5. Is Chow Yun Fat?

6. What did Henry Sy?

7. Will Jordan Spark(s)?

8. When will Orlando Bloom?

9. What is Victoria's Secret?

10. What will David Cook?

I really don't know the answers, and I'm sure Wilma Doesn't!

the dark side of first love

watermelon summer

Create a playlist at MixPod.com

wake up love

pon and zi-flowers

my unseen father

The freezing breeze rushed into my nape causing goosebumps to prevail in my already cold body. I quickly enveloped myself with a warm blanket hoping to eliminate the coldness I feel.

Soft. Warm. Comforting. I wondered what it would feel like to be able to hold and be embraced by the arms of my father. Would it be as soft and as fragrant as a freshly plucked flower?

I do not know, for I have not seen him since. Even a picture of what he looks like is not present in my mind.

Growing up, I always envy other children. I feel somewhat betrayed by the world realizing that I have no father! Fifteen long years of envy and betrayal have passed and not even a single knock at our door.

Soon, my envy turned into anger. And just as I was about to rage, a soft warm hand touched my shoulder. I looked behind me and there he was in flesh and blood. I hugged him tight. I forgot all the painful misgivings.

But alas! It was only a dream. A mirage of my betrayed mind.

Oh how I wish to be comforted by him, to be able to console him of problems only he could understand.

If only he would come to us. If only he would hug me. Even a glimpse if his face would be a leap of joy to my already broken heart. If only that happens, then I can sing all the verses of precious songs of love and forgiving.

If only...

I wrote this on the annual Zamboanga del Norte Provincial Press Conference. This piece won me second place in the feature writing category.

"if a pile of cash will make me forget that you're my bestfriend then i'd rather have no cash at all."

-spongebob squarepants-

waking up on the wrong side of bed

Another day in the life of Reimond Magno. I woke up this morning determined to make this day better. Pledging to see the beauty in everything I see. I kicked myself out of bed and headed straight to the mirror to greet myself 'good morning'.

I dreaded the sight. Strands of hair crumpled on top of my head, eyebags bagging heavily and worse, a pimple! A relatively large pimple! Talk about starting your day beautifully. I began to wonder how celebrities wake up beautifully every morning. I sighed. Life really is unfair, I mean, I can't even afford to surgically remove my eyebags-though that's not part on my life's checklist. I plan to use Garnier.

Anyway, back to reality, I forced myself to smile at the ogre in front of me. I'm not ugly, but you see, for the sake of modesty we oftentimes call ourselves the most lowly of beauty ranks. No offense Shrek.

I yawned. I think I'm going back to sleep to wash this ugly dream away. I hope I wake up beautifully this time.

toodles.

Rain Begins

Raindrops pitter-pattered
clustered abstractly
the placidity perplexes me
A gray cloud, surreal in its glory
dominates the sky
Howling winds begin to blow
stretching the barks of the bamboos bellow
And alas! It began to rain.
Water fell from the sky above,
a never ending well.
Greens rejoice for the gift of moisture
nourishing their thirsty roots.
The people wear their boots
and put on their coats.
Children played,
frogs croaked
because it started to rain.
Tapping on the roots,
like the drumming of the Indians;
flashes of light,
in jagged formations;
roaring thunder,
from the pillar of cloud;
all these because it began to rain.

-jan. 18, 2009

"i don't like food, i love it. And if i don't love it, I wouldn't swallow it"
-ego of ratatouille

balloon heads are the new trend

pon and zi

pon and zi-a silent love affair.

pon and zi

pon and zi [ch.1]

love is brightest in the dark

-kitara
-avatar, the legend of aang, the last airbender

i'm alive!

having recently recovered from flu, i have never felt so alive. take care every one!