If you want to be of service,
You must be like water
A cup of it sustains life
While a torrent destroys another

Like water, service must be free
Without hope for reward or any fancy
Service, like a river, always flowing
Always majestic, and never resting

Service is like water in abundance
Should be used as a gentle cradle of life
Like the Great Giver, full of forbearance,
In serving mankind, he gave up his life

To be of service is to have integrity
Doing and saying in truth and honesty

Ang gusto ko sa babae
Ay yung kayang tanggapin ako
Magmamahal sa’kin kahit wala akong silbe
Yung tipong tutupad sa pangako

Ang babaeng ipinagmamalaki ako
Kahit sa totoo’y walang kwenta ako
Ang babaeng simple, pero naiiba
At hindi ako basta ikahihiya sa iba.

Ang babaeng talagang mailap mahanap sa mundo
Ang babaeng, pag nahanap mo naman, eh di naman sa’yo
Sadyang mahirap maghanap ng babaeng ganito
Sapagkat madalas, nagpapabulag tayo

Napupukaw ng kagandahan ang isipan
Kaya ang babaeng hinahanap natatakpan
Di na masulyapan
Di na yata magigisnan

ahh.. buhay, buhay..

Its quite fast to grow up, considering the fact that I can still remember the times when all I have to do is play and have fun. no problems in the world can shake me then. Except the problems with playing.

Things change. One moment after another I see myself facing trial after trial, and its quite boring sometimes. Same old problems, same old solutions. As the song said, “seasons change, but people don’t”. Maybe I’m one of those who did not change. Why would I? Other people don’t. Habits lie deeply rooted in every person. Each and every good and bad traits I have is a product and By-product of life’s events and my changing thoughts on the world.

During my childhood, my biggest grief was not being able to go with my mother when she teaches, or going with my father in the bank where he was working. Now, I find myself facing the problems of how to pass my major subjects. I Face the problems of the eldest child, if there ever was a problem.

Before,the cool toy robot birthday gift from 14 years ago was one of the coolest toys to me. Now,that toy robot only looks low-tech compared to the new toy robos. Well, I still consider the toy robot of the past to be cool.

Some years before, I was the happy-go-lucky kid who doesn’t care for grades. Even now. But right now, I study, enough to at least land me a passing grade.

Out of all my changes, I’m happy about most of them. I’m also happy to get my poetic mind back. My sole talent that was once laid to the grave, maybe because I thought back then that poems were things of the past.

The life, then and now. The same life for tomorrow. Maybe the song was right, “Seasons change, But people don’t.” Of course, Not all people will change at the same time. It usually happens gradually. It must happen gradually. It starts from one person to the other. Others, Being influenced, Being infected with influence, also start to change. To make the choice of change.

Just a thought. Instead of having it go to waste, I’d rather have it like this. Maybe sometime I could use this for reminiscing. haha. Peace up.

The memories of what once was and what would have been
It all seems to fade now; it all seems to be yesterday again

If not for someone else, would it have bloomed?
I can only guess, no one is told of the coming doom

Adios, memory of what was and what would have been
Do remind me sometime later, to greet old friends
Old friends once adored, cherished, and loved
those who made me happier than the moon above

Adios, till we meet again, till we meet again
and maybe, we will become friends again.

I know the title is quite disturbing, but I thought I’d post this for my father. You see, having an account at a social media website with my father, I can surely see what he says there. Unfortunately, he does not tell it to us, not even to me.

He wrote that he did not want to write anymore. That’s the reason I’m posting this. Hey, I know my father’s a great writer. It’s surprising to hear from him that he doesn’t want to write anymore. Well, if he does not write anymore, then I’m toast. One reason I get to blog was from him.

Let’s put it like this, writing is just like a journey through life. As people go through life, they think, they act, they read, they write, they take a rest. I can’t imagine life without some rest. But having some rest doesn’t mean stopping for good right?

I believe that most people act upon motivation. Motivation is like a battery to the enthusiasm of people. Like most batteries, Motivation usually gets empty. It’s either you change batteries, or charge it for sometime.

I guess what I’m saying is, it’s stupid to act on impulse, though most people nowadays do. Facing critics are what all people go through. Critics are there to critic. That’s their life. Chef’s cook, Engineers build,Dancers dance, and writers write.

Well, you can only really stop on what you’re doing when you’ve stopped on living. That is, When  you’re dead. So as long as You’re alive, don’t Stop!
Don’t Stop Writing!!

It might be a little late for introductions, but let me introduce myself anyway. I’m Ralph Emerson. Eldest son to Arnaldo and Nimia. It’s a late introduction Because I already had two posts in this blog without even introducing myself. I guess I’m just too excited back then to write an introduction post. And why write an introduction post? Because you wouldn’t know who I am if I don’t introduce myself. So basically, this was created by my dad for me on my request.

I guess that’s all for an introduction. Just don’t expect much from me coz  I’m the son of my dad. He and me are not exactly the same. Though I’m quite like him.

-sapir-

Silently she sleeps
still unaware
that her love is nearby
if she could only wake
and if magic of love could partake

Carefully he wonders
if she does really care
and the magic of love decipher
one of its own wares

her face hidden in the pillow
hidden from his stare
even then she wonders
if he does really care

somewhere. someday yonder
with wings of love they fly
but for now he will just stare at her
while she calmly sleeps nearby

-sapir-

“Kaibigan”

Ako’y isang Kaibigan
na iyong maaasahan
sa kalungkutan at ligaya
ako’y iyong kasama

Sa bawat tagumpay
lagi mo akong ka-tagay
wag lang masobrahan
at baka sumakit ang ating tiyan

Kapag ika’y nalulumbay
puntahan mo lang ako sa aking bahay
para kwentuhan mo naman ako
sa mga mapapait na karanasan mo

Magkahiwalay man ng landas
pagkakaibigan natin ay di kukupas
at sa bawat pagkikita natin
ika’y laging kakamustahin