Archive for December, 2005

Cycle

Posted in Thoughts on December 29, 2005 by samirca

The problem with Christmas is the day after. The anticipation is over, the frenzy has waned, the rush has slowed down, the gifts are all open, the well wishers have died down, the phone has stopped ringing and the fatigue is felt in full.

The realization then comes in, sometimes crawling and creeping, sometimes right smack. It’s the throbbing realization that it takes another full year until it is Christmas again. Next week you’ll go back to the grind, to the chores, to the suffocation of everyday life.

You’ll try to get through the day, the week, the month. You’ll try to get out of the mundane, try to get the most out of it. You’ll try to overcome depression, stress, frustration, gossip, deadlines, melancholy and debt. You’ll absently go through birthdays, weddings, funerals, baptisms, meetings, reunions and other parties. You’ll watch movies, buy CDs and DVDs, go to bars and the beach, buy another phone, hang-out wherever and eat out anywhere.

And then it’s Christmas again. The problem with Christmas though is the day after…

IISA

Posted in Music on December 28, 2005 by samirca

by GARY GRANADA

Minsa’y nasanay na nang nasanay
Sa konting konswelong aliw
Sa dinamidaming pasikutsikot ng buhay
Napakadaling mabaliw
Kung ikaw ay nanlalamig
Ako ay nakikinig at nakakaintindi
At sa hibang na daigdig
Ay mayron kang kakampi
Ang pangarap mo’y pangarap ko
Ang pasanin mo’y pasanin ko
Ang damdamin mo’y damdamin ko sinta
Ang kalayaan mo’y kalayaan ko
Ang digmaan mo’y digmaan ko
Ang buhay mo at buhay ko’y iisa
At kung ang karamihan ng buhay
Pakikipagsapalaran
Nakataya ang pag-ibig kong tunay
Sa lahat ng labanan
Kahit ano’ng daratnan
Hindi pagsisisihan, ako ay naririto
Sa kadulu-duluhan
Handang sumama sa iyo
Ang pangarap mo’y pangarap ko…
Ang pangarap mo’y pangarap ko…
Buhay mo at buhay ko’y iisa

two unfinished, unedited, untitled pieces

Posted in Thoughts on December 21, 2005 by samirca

December 16 is mommy’s birthday. I scribbled these two pieces years ago. I found them in my journal recently. 

I.

Mom lived her life for love of friends and family

Neither asking for nor wanting a return

Her days became a sunlit homily

With other’s joy her main concern

When we were ill, she also became sick

When we were cut, she, too, began to bleed

Of our oil lamp she was the wick

Drawing her bright flame from our need

They say that such behavior is out of date

But mom, with much choice, then chose her fate

Finding greater truth in an embrace

She lives in the sparkle of our eyes

Laughing, quiet, gentle, loving, wise

II.

If I could give my mom the world

Or anything she wanted

I’d give her my own heart and soul

And leave my own heart haunted

I’d take upon myself her life

With all its strife and pain

And let her ease into some space

Where she could live again

The pain for me would not be pain

At least not for a while

For I’d be doing it for her

And I would see her smile

I wish I could take her heart

And cleanse it with my tears

And make her sorrow go away

And answer all her fears

I wish, I wish but then I can’t

As I watch helplessly

And take her in my arms and say

I wish that it were me

But loving is a hard, hard way

With all the pain it brings

And yet there is no other way

To touch the heart of things

Trip Report: Puerto Vallarta, Mexico

Posted in travel with tags , on December 19, 2005 by samirca

Vacation. Traveling. Sometimes you’d think that this is what work is for, what life is all about.

I grew up fascinated with the idea of travel. My family did some traveling especially during Holy Week. And although we did not go to far away lands, we did yearly local sojourns – Laguna, Bicol, Baguio, Zambales, Dagupan, Quezon, Batangas and Cebu.  Now that I have my own family I wish to do the same. Last year we went ( Faye, who was 4 months heavy with Kareena, and Rakesh. We were joined by Trygve, Jocelyn, JB and their son, Lance) to Plantation Bay in Cebu and because we are not going home this year, I decided to look for alternative destinations. I had 3 places in mind – Canada, Hawaii and Mexico. Vancouver, I was told, is rainy in December. Hawaii was too expensive. I zeroed in on two resort towns in Mexico, Los Cabos and Puerto Vallarta. I found a good deal in Expedia so we set out on December 11.

They say that there are two types of people who travel – The Traveler and the Tourist. The former explores, goes on adventures, threads on the paths less taken, and gets his hands, feet and palate dirty. The Tourist gets pampered, goes to spas and relaxes, threads lazily on the beaten and paved path, indulges in life’s luxuries and extravagance.  On this trip, we played the tourist. I was very much looking forward to a much needed r & r. We also had the kids in tow. Young as they are, 5-month old Kareena and 3-year old Rakesh allowed for limited mobility. We simply relished the thought of surrendering to the superficial luxuries of the resort.

The 3-hour flight was pretty much uneventful, although, as expected, the pre-boarding and arrival had its challenges and frustrations. I must admit, it is not easy juggling 2 kids, 2 luggage, and 2 bags between 4 hands. Inspired by the Amazing Race, I kept in mind that although there will surely be tiring and stressful scenarios, there will be the opportunity to bond and to build wonderful memories. The chance to have collective fun is invaluable.

We were too tired the first day to jump into the pools of the Westin Regina resort so we took a leisurely stroll to the nearby marina area.  The marina boardwalk is lined with quaint shops and restaurants. We wanted to try authentic (we hoped) Mexican dishes so we went to Las Palomas.  The special of the day sign outside, Mahi-mahi in Tequila sauce, lured as in. Faye ordered that and I ordered the Mexican platter featuring a skirt steak with a variety of Mexican side dishes. They also served chips with a very tasty tuna with jalapeno dip. With a full stomach and aching legs, we went back to our room. I then went to the balcony to sit down and enjoy my partial ocean view.

Side note: My relatively cheap hotel package kept me at the second floor with only a partial ocean view. Westin offered to upgrade me to a full ocean view room for $30 more a night. I decided to keep my money and my partial view. I told myself that I was a minute away from the beach and I can simply walk there to partake in the ocean’s full spectacle and splendor.

The next several mornings were devoted to swimming. The Westin Regina had 4 pools one of which is a kiddie pool with a maximum depth of only 2 feet. Rakesh felt very brave and at ease there.  He went around the pool pretending he can swim and dive.  Kareena splashed in the water, too. And while the rest of the guests were trying to position themselves to receive the most of the sun’s rays, we were under the shades of the palm and coconut trees; spreading sun-block lotion while the rest were spraying sun-tans.

There are things to do in PV other than lounging by the beach or the pools. They have canopy tours, whale watching tours, cultural shows and water sports. Again because of limited mobility, we chose to go on a food trip instead. We had Mahi-mahi cooked in 4 different Mexican ways. We had Mexican adobo, Mexican pizza, Mexican omelette and Mexican grilled steak. The food was so good that it will surely be remembered and missed.

It was a pretty good vacation, all in all. The Westin is very nice. The layout and the grounds were very appealing. The resort is clean and well maintained and our room spacious and wonderful. The weather was close to perfect and the people, both locals and guests, were amiable.  Maybe next time we can be travelers and I can try that canopy walk.

As we flew back on our late afternoon flight back to LA, we noticed that the moon, full and silvery bright, was parallel to our right and the sun, full and in dull orange, was setting parallel to our left.  We were flying smoothly between two heavenly bodies in that awesome twilight – the exact zone I want to be caught in. I leaned back, closed my eyes and continued my Mexico dreamin.