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Last Christmas I succeeded in finally wearing around my neck that orange scarf that I always wanted to find and be in possession of. There used to be a little problem there: first, Philippines is a tropical country it wouldn’t snow in a hundred years; second, I see young Filipino men wearing such only in television, those who imitate good-looking Korean and Chinese actors. Though I have to make clear my urge in getting one wasn’t vanity related, I know it was to fulfill something in myself: that in many ways when I go through my everyday business I wasn’t given the privilege to be myself. I wear shirt and tie, blue and grey.

Then that day when I packed my things to celebrate the holiday over at my parents’ house in the mountains, Dolores, Quezon Province, I remember the scarf that my friend Louella bought for me when she had a vacation in the City of Pines, Baguio. I smiled. I could thank Louella a hundred times; she really worked hard searching the North for it. I was guilty I lied to her about having dreamt of that scarf so she would double her effort. I don’t remember her asking why I needed it or where and how I could require it for crying out loud I haven’t gone out of the country, ever! But if she should ask, I would have carried on with my superstitious reason, why didn’t I think it would be for one Christmas Eve in Mount Banahaw?

So I wore it, even put on the funny ‘very me’ hood attached to it, you see it’s kind of versatile that the next morning I hid the little gadget by folding it inwards inside the loop around my neck. Then I went videOKing scaring the kids who are amazingly growing in number each Christmas Christmasing at my parents’ house. My own kids could understand me, I know, and Daisy would as well but maybe a little bit, me trying hard to be the season’s singing superstar. I wanted to wear the scarf, if only up to the instant we’d be boarding the bus back to Metro Manila, but I could feel pairs of eyes on me. My father’s, my mother’s, and heck my tease brothers who get bigger than me each time I see them. Maybe Daisy could understand and not ask. Maybe Danyan, Tim and Yela would more bother about bringing home their grandparents’ and uncles’ gifts to them.

I removed the scarf and left it for Hamil to keep inside the closet until next December. There was not much promise its color would be as bright after a year, as much as there was no promise that when I go back to the hectic, corporate world, I’ll be able to still keep in touch with the artist in me each minute that I wanted to.

New Signature Quote:

“Whenever you’re down always remember:
You’re braver than you believe,
Stronger than you seem, and
Smarter than you think.”
~ from Winnie the Pooh

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Shelfing Old Bio:

I work as a Marketing Manager for hotel privilege programmes, and having always been based in deluxe and first class hotels here in the Philippines, I developed a passion for beautiful things. I love seeing chandeliers, stylish hats, mother and child. Stained-glass windows, orange socks, french-kissing. Church architecture, love letters, parades.

I love watching people walk by. I love seeing their faces, young and old.

I have just turned thirty, and I don't know if this evening I'll die, and so I am going to write my poetry now. That somehow even if I cease to breathe tonight a spirit could lead you tomorrow to this page, and have you say, ah... he's alive, he's immortal!

Shelfing Old Signature Quote:
Reality and love are always contradictory for me! ~Before Sunset


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crystal face I kiss
tongue tastes like sweet cold rain
I fall into pond




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The following comments are for "Shelf 2"
by PETERPAULINO

Lu cie- Scarf
Thank you for reading this. I am glad the system that allows one to alter his profile is not working just yet, maybe only here for my pc? because I just spotted several wrong grammar here. I know I can write only poetry, where I am given the license to bastardize the English language, hehe.

That seems to be a good suggestion, Lu! Then I would have reason to use the scarf more often besides Christmas eve?! Just like your magic wristband, eh?

The second one I already did, but the photo is still sitting there inside my brother Hamil's cellphone, he surely wanted to record the day when I looked mostly like Goofy LOL! You'll get an email when he sends me that pic.

You remember that poem. Yes, the scarf's still an imagination way back then.

As for Winnie the Pooh, he's my favorite, well... Piglet and Rabbit are really the ones dearest to me because of 1.Piglet's 'Oh, d-d-d-dear-dear-dear!' and 2.Rabbit's ashamed look whenever he does something embarassing. I realized that quote from Pooh is so simple a kindergarten could memorize it, but only very recently when I felt so down because of some job and family related problems, and I remembered those words, I cheered up right away. You are right, wearing a shirt with no pants is even braver than wearing an orange scarf on a hot weather day!

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: January 4, 2006 )

left on the shelf
Hey Peter,
how are you going? I have to say first, that your soul always shines through, no matter the language or form you choose to use. It doesn't always have to be perfect but poetry does allow for more freedom and less orthodox structure.

You have an orange scarf, Lucie a wristband. I wear a grey Fedora quite often when I write. It's like blinkers on a horse or something, for me. Again, it's probably the influence of movies. But also you can adorn it with feathers. I have ostrich, magpie, crow, dove and kookaburra feathers in the band. You can wear it, punch it, twirl it, tip it, throw cards into it or thrust it at people with the plea. "Shackle for an ex-leper, gov'ner?"

You'd be welcome here with that orange scarf too, especially when the World Cup soccer is on and Holland is playing.

Now don't give up on other writings, as well. You have a distinct and unique voice. I beleive, because I enjoy it, that others would too.

Be well
cheers
mick

( Posted by: Smithy [Member] On: January 7, 2006 )

Hello!
Your writings at its best sings with chanting melody, I know they will hound me for a long time. You certainly do it with style, Sir! I hope we can be cyberfriends. If you have time, visit me at http://isladelfuego.blogspot.com ! - Emeniano Acain Somoza Jr.

( Posted by: RiverWilde [Member] On: March 31, 2006 )





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