my two cents on the other side of the rainbow

Monthly Archives: April 2013

Often, we find ourselves plunged,
Into the waters.
We struggle and we fight,
Seeking the treasure below
And bringing it up as our prize.
On the surface, looking down
Ripple after ripple
Cast shadows to the ground
But they die away
As we learn to be still
Casting clear waters to the sand.
And we see that struggle is necessary
But prize-seeking is futile–
Calmness seeks peace in our hearts.



Warning: mushmush alert!

Time flew by so fast. In two month’s time, this semester in Dublin will be over and I haven’t even blogged about it yet. Yikes.

In a nutshell, let me say that I had a rough start– what with the flu and very wet and cold Irish weather. Difficulties in looking for accommodations didn’t help matters any. But it picked up. I tried my best to make the most out of it by staying optimistic amidst craziness and I tired to find solace in travelling, which turned out to be crazy frantic but enjoyable too. Needless to say, I’m enjoying.

But I know where my heart belongs and it is miles away from where it is supposed to be.

For the time being, I will keep on enjoying. TWO MONTHS, can you believe that? 🙂

Sing me to you,
My love, I hear
Your voice,
Sweet whispers,
Intense melodies,
Caressing even from afar.

Sing me to you,
Pull me close,
Close up the distance,
Rythms melting the miles away.

Sing me to you,
As I sing you to me.
A duet of highs and lows:
A reflection of complementing difference,
Beauty bound by love.


The presence of courage in the face
Of uncertainty,
Danger is to be thanked–
Bringing it about,
Lighting up the wick,
Fueling the fire.
Determination amidst agitation,
Action equaled by passion.
Facing the world with burning desire
To push ever forward.


Restless, one step after the other
Pounding on the streets
Directed, aimless, through bustling cities,
Quiet towns
Taking lefts and rights,
Various twists and turns
Wandering feet hunger for more ground to stomp on.

Days, months, years pass
The wandering feet just doesn’t,
Couldn’t stop
Moving ever forward
Albeit in different paces
Gait ever changing–mood-dependent.

Along the way it meets other feet in search of different things–
Gratification, enlightenment, satisfaction
Wandering feet had a realization
That at the end of the day
It gets tired and weary–
Aches have aches, pains have pains,
And though they are a pair, they are alone.

Steps retraced:
Going home,
Back to you.

[But there’s no stopping the wandering feet,
It wandered once more,
But now it brought home,
Instead of two, there are four:
It brought you.]


Song of a Loner

Hair whirls as the air whips around,
I’m on my own.
Frenzied bustling of the city, on the streets,
I stand alone.
Loud thoughts echoing in a dark cave,
My hands grow cold.
Faced with my reflection in the mirror,
Young to old.
Ticking clock, trickling sand–
A reminder
Time might pass, things might change,
But still a loner.

***i didn’t know this didn’t get published…

Who would have thought I’d be able to go home right smack in the middle of the scholarship program? I never would have guessed had I been asked 6 months prior. I have mentally and emotionally prepared myself and my family to being away for more than two years. This is partly due to thinking that I would not be able to afford to go home with the scholarship allowance. But here I am, one semster into the program and coming home just for the holidays. Coming from Norway, at that, which is undeniably the most expensive city to be in the whole world. Of course I had to make do with what was left of the scholarship after paying for the flight home and the flight going to Dublin. It cost a lot, but it’s going to be worth it. 🙂

Oh yeah, i’m giddy and happy. 🙂 20 minutes until landing.

I’m home, Philippines! 🙂