Musing Muse
Posted by Mi_Maia at 11:01 PM on July 21, 2006.
I dont know why but I'm starting to think that I have this uncanny ability of inspiring obsession when I least expect or deserve it.
But anyway, that's not what I want to write about (medjo morbid kasi). Since I started this blog as a tribute, I will go on the same path muna.
This is a tribute to 3 vastly different men who changed the map of life drastically in the last 7 years. I will not write about what happened. I will merely describe them.
Russ is 24, 5 feel 10 tall, lean but not lanky, and does magic on the drums. His smile causes the girls to drop at his feet and the gays to shriek uncontrallably. He speaks with a conviction that isnt really there but when he sets his mind, he hardly changes it. He does not trust people but he easily earns their trust. He explores life through eyes that arent blind to beauty but too jaded to register them deeply. But he loves...deeply.
Len is 34, 5 feet 4 tall, heavy of built and does magic with words. His poetry causes women to drool and his singing voice causes them temporary insanity. He speaks with conviction, belying the strength that a not-too-easy life has lent him. He is probably the most trustworthy person I know but he hardly trusts his heart. He explores life through eyes that thirst for knowledge. And he knows how to love, living with the knowledge of its painful beauty.
Zen is 27, 5 feet 6 tall, medium of built and does magic on the keyboard. His gentle eyes and reliability causes both girls and women to stop when he passes by. He speaks with conviction but tries not cross contrary words with anyone. He could be trusted not to hurt even a fly if you tell him to but he hardly trusts himself to fly. He explores life through eyes that want to know the truth but cannot take the truth when it hits. But the truth is, he loves...truly.
May you find yourselves soon. Call me for anything. I'm here. But maybe not in the way that you would have wanted.
Still...you are all loved.
Allergic to Roses?
Posted by Mi_Maia at 11:08 AM on March 14, 2006.
Butch told me 2 weeks ago that 80-90% of men actually love to receive red roses. I was impressed.
Well, knowing the patriarchal nature of Philippine society (and the rest of the world order), I know that men are too macho to admit that nakikilig sila over red roses.
Well, it so happened that a male office mate (with whom I was being paired with by my kulit friends) was having his birthday. I thought I'd want to see firsthand how a guy would react if I gave him roses.
Well, just as I thought, the guy was flustered. He actually asked me what he should do with the flower! I was a bit offended by the reaction but I realized that THAT was it. That was the purest reaction of any male who grew up with all this machismo.
But was he flattered or in the vernacular "nakilig"? Jeez, macho guys act as if its no big deal. They tell you things like "Uh, thanks" and dont even meet your eyes. They probably are intimidated because girls are supposedly shy and MEN should be the ones giving flowers, not the other way around.
I told the guy to get in touch with his feminine side. All guys should. It's the only way to be.
I'm sure the rest of womenkind will agree with me. We want sensitive men who are in touch with their feelings and don't give a hoot what others thought if they receive RED ROSES on their birthdays.
About my office mate, I'm sure he was flattered. He's just the typical Filipino male allergic to roses--at least to receiving them. Um, if you're reading this mister, don't be intimidated, OK? I'm just being true--that's how I am. I dare you to bring home the rose, carry it on the street, and when asked who gave it, answer without batting an eyelash.
Butch told me that 90% of men loved to receive roses. Well, 99% of all women worth their salt look for real men. Please--don't let me explain further.
Happy birthday!
Flowery words
Posted by Mi_Maia at 07:27 AM on March 14, 2006.
My first entry is fittingly for the woman who inspired me to open this account.
She probably doesn't know how she touches the lives of people around her. Well, today is her brithday and this is my gift for her.
Earlier this evening, I went out to buy flowers. There are actually two birthday celebrants today and while I easily found a rose for the first one (a deep red one--celebrating passion), I was unable to find the right flower for her.
I choose gifts very carefully and I always envision the person for whom I'm choosing the gift while looking. After choosing the rose (it's for a man, by the way) I was drawn to a daisy of an unusual shade of magenta. I thought I saw her in its beautiful ring of yellow and light lavender anther and filaments.
But the longer I looked at the flower, the more convinced I became that it was too ordinary to describe her. She reminded me more of exotic lilies. Or solitary flowers growing atop abandoned cemetery plots, one of which she photographed last week.
When she captured the flower on her camera, she said that she felt strange, wondering how the woman named on the tombstone died. The look on her face enthralled me and moved me. I don't even fully understand why it did.
There's an old legend that no flowers grow on plots of restless souls. Well, darling, if the legend is to be believed, don't fret--the lady must be at peace, unlike us, for whom the same is still elusive.
I wasn't able to find a flower beautiful enough for her. But she has proven to me once again that beauty in all its forms is the universal salve to a weary soul. Today, on her birthday, I must tell her, she's one of the most beautiful people I know.
