Interludes
By Yan • Jun 5th, 2007 • Category: SoliloquyAlthough the date of my last post indicates otherwise, I have not forsaken this blog. True, other things in the form of projects and clients and the excruciating demands of this circus I call adulthood have temporarily sidetracked me. But for what it’s worth, amid all the frenzy, my mind occasionally strings together words and phrases that eventually slither their way into this space. That is, if they don’t disappear into the mist. For my thoughts, much like the rest of me, get sidetracked, too.
But then, as tedious though my life seems, I do have emotional interludes.
In the weeks I’ve refrained from blogging, I have:
- Bid farewell to my favorite cousin, that feisty little creature who dared to redefine resilience in her own terms. Babe, you are missed.
- Nursed my baby sister through successive heartaches. Langga, this, too, shall pass.
- Vacationed in stunning Pandanon Island with my favorite people. Ahh, friendship. It is my rock. It is my anchor. It is my source of strength.
- Snorkeled in Gilutungan and danced with a school of humongous purple fishes that, as of this writing, I have yet to identify - dive books and magazines notwithstanding. Perhaps they were a mirage, a momentary illusion in an ocean that seemed as daunting as it was beautiful.
- Proudly inked my signature on a royalty contract for a movie soundtrack, which (or so I’ve been told) will be distributed internationally.
- Rediscovered old passions that should have been better left in the darkest crevices of the closet, stored and locked with the key thrown away. But passions, those mischievous sprites that often take the form of scorching flames, belong to the realm of Desire. And Desire is always cruel.
- Rued the path I took and flirted briefly with the thought of retracing my steps and starting anew. But alas, it seems that I have lost my way. The bread crumbs are all but gone. And the house of candy beckons from a tempting distance.
- Learned that perfection is my strength, and perfection is my weakness. The world moves too rapidly for perfection to take a tangible shape. Perfection takes time, and time is too impatient for perfection. There lies the irony. And there lies my tragedy.
- Agreed to marry the man I love. A prospect that overwhelms me with profound joy, yet fills me with immense dread. Marriage has a way of ruining the most beautiful of unions. And it scares me. Nay, terrifies me. But Love – oh delicious, insane, beautiful, delirious Love – taunts me, torments me, eggs me on. And for that, if only for that, I must do the unthinkable.
Yan (a.k.a. Yannie, YanYan) is a young-ish entrepreneur, writer, poet, artist, graphic designer, web geek, lover, friend, daughter, connoisseur, gourmand, amateur chef, coffee addict, control freak, and incessant dreamer. Not necessarily in that order.
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Honestly, I haven’t been visiting your blog lately. I’ve been sidetracked too with such profound entries from himantayon.com that pre-occupy my otherwise boring office-life. Hehehe!
I particularly love these lines:
“Ahh, friendship. It is my rock. It is my anchor. It is my source of strength.”
… because I feel the same way about our friendship. Thank you for being my rock, as well.
And so we continue our adventures and expect more misadventures that we can all just laugh about.
Bon, you are my boulder. hehehe.
I’m really lucky to have so much love and support in my life. Thank you, thank you. *sniff*
You guys ROCK! Boulders and all!
Hey, Bon. I forgot to add this:
“A prospect that overwhelms me with profound joy, yet fills me with immense dread. Marriage has a way of ruining the most beautiful of unions. And it scares me. Nay, terrifies me. But Love – oh delicious, insane, beautiful, delirious Love – taunts me, torments me, eggs me on. And for that, if only for that, I must do the unthinkable.”
Eooowwww! Bwahahahaha… Sorry, I am totally lost for words!!!
Himantayon.com na lang ko mu-comment uyy, bisaya man didto… diri kay in-englis man!!
Hi, byang. I love you, too.
asa nimo gusto patulo-on ang tear drop? left o right? pang FAMAS imo amards madz.
a little litary for cold feet:
Litany of fear
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see it’s path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
– The Bene Gesserit Litany of Fear from the novel Dune by Frank Herbert
“Only I will remain.”
…how very, uhm, Genee.
Girls, thank you for another wonderful evening. I really had a great time.
Byang: thanks for the nonstop entertainment.
Bon: thanks for your intelligent insights.
Gen: thanks for not hyperventilating this time (phew!).
gwapa ko.bow
Pero mas gwapa gyud si YanYan.
Love you, Baby. 