if money was no object….

we had a meeting last time with one of our clients and as an exordium we were asked if money was no object, what would we do?

what would you do?…
what would i do?…

back to the past… i’ve heard somewhere, i think its from a radio while i was driving – that it is not possible that you think of nothing, you always think of anything, to whatever topics – be it your fantasies, egos, etc.

back to the meeting… i really cannot decipher that question thoroughly, it was like theres a lag from the moment our client asked that question as the sound waves reaches my ear and sent electric impulses to my brain… then alas! its my turn…

‘i have a humble cause in mind… to help the poor and needy…’ damn! thats the first thing that came out from my mouth
i dont know what i was thinking but that were the words that came out
my colleagues were saying they want to tour around the world, watch NBA in US, support Pacquiao in his next fights, etc.
But me? … help the poor and needy wow, i never knew that was all inside me.

I should run for president some day, hahaha

But yea, in my subconscious – that was my aim, to help those who are in need, to lend a hand to the poor, and care for the sick and dying… then run for president. who knows, someday ill be one, and a great one that is!

thought of it deeply though – i think this is a result of the documentaries i saw, biographies ive read of the great persons in history. an extraction of the minds and hearts of the intellectual and those that are not greedy, the likes of Che Guevara, Mao Tse Tung, JoMa Sison, Mohandas Gandhi, Jose Rizal, Ninoy, 2Pac, Bono, and the list goes on…

We should be thankful that once in the history of man, there were great minds and hearts that walked amongst us, not expecting for something in return.
These were the people that wanted to change the world for something better and I hope some of us would continue those legacies…

People… Unite!

“O Captain! My Captain!”

our fearful trip is done… a poem by Walt Whitman.

Ah! Reminiscing my high school days when poetry became a part of my beating heart. A sheer look of the girl I so love…makes my tongue dripping with those exquisite words and began writing on a paper, tissue, leaf or whatever I can find. During the nights, dreaming of her smile makes my heart leap with pure happiness.

Earlier this afternoon, before retiring for the day because Ill be on a night shift, I watched a classic – “Dead Poet’s Society”. What a good movie indeed! Although, sadly it came to a tragic end but hey it inspires me to work those words again in my mind. To mingle with rhymes and the passion of creating poems. A rebirth of my hidden talent (if I still have it).

And oh, that girl in my high school days is now my fiancée and her name is Audrey Marie, hehehe, talking about the power of words, passion and love — poetry.

Now, back to work…

Waiting…

Dark, cold breeze against my bare feet.
Through this restless night, I wait.
Unfamiliar faces smiled and passed by.
Still waiting for you until the moon is high.
Here I am with my own will.
Wondering about you still.
When will you show me your face.
As the moon rises with grace.
I am still here and I am waiting.
I am waiting.