tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76571462024-03-14T00:10:10.863+07:00crooked throughoverweening personal ambition is no virtue;
but while i had it,
i could have danced on a bed of nails.
-joyce maynard-arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.comBlogger603125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-41832851411506566872015-12-01T23:59:00.003+07:002015-12-01T23:59:51.127+07:00anewstarted anew here - arcibaldct.blogspot.com
arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-79102100499400635832015-05-25T17:24:00.000+07:002015-05-25T17:25:06.537+07:00soli was alone, driving cautiously through the hilly and winding roads along the north-western border, and it was then i finally met solitude. and death. we can accept the isolation of the self and the finality of death, that life is a process of dying alone.
it was there i was re-taught the virtues of mindfulness of the self and one's isolated connection with others.
i felt arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-65435881494466640022015-05-25T04:42:00.002+07:002015-05-25T04:42:22.614+07:00.there it was, in the shadows, lurking - a feeling of dread, discomfort, stress, agitation. and often times you pay a great deal of your life to suppress or deny its very being persisting inside of you.
be kinder to yourself.
one step at a time, you'll then find clarity, relief, comfort, vitality in your quest to save the world.
arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-89638935092017648522015-05-24T07:31:00.003+07:002015-05-24T07:31:37.927+07:00.you hear honest words that hurt. you were off-guard. defensive. lost.
it is when words penetrate most that you realise you need to be better. detachment. passion. calmness. self-awareness. confidence. assertiveness.
love.
life.
how did you come to this point losing what matters most in living.
arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-22492982344494001522015-04-05T08:39:00.000+07:002015-04-05T08:39:04.066+07:00re-writing lifeshe must have waited.
the blossoming from parched earth. the drizzling from heated skies.
how gentle the pulling
pushes, scrapes,
flushes and drapes.
i should have felt it.
the branching from fertile rivers and lakes. the spreading of colors
once lost in the wilderness of routine
pushes, dares,
flushes and flares.
a new-born.
arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-40499094569278784892013-10-14T22:36:00.001+07:002013-10-14T22:36:42.921+07:00china | badaling great wallchina | badaling great wall, a set on Flickr.arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-34367805405077503362013-07-17T00:22:00.003+07:002013-07-17T00:22:41.959+07:00sent awayarcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0San Juan, Philippines9.161 123.494000000000039.0355864999999991 123.33263850000003 9.2864135 123.65536150000003tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-84670720093932220452013-07-17T00:19:00.002+07:002013-07-17T00:19:59.690+07:00sun-hazed skiesarcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0Beijing, China39.90403 116.4075259999999638.352877 113.82573899999996 41.455183 118.98931299999997tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-5704784273695546062013-07-14T22:17:00.000+07:002013-07-16T23:54:15.742+07:00there underneatharcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0Mae Hong Son, Thailand19.2990643 97.96562259999996117.3744988 95.383835599999955 21.2236298 100.54740959999997tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-71551866553255843492013-07-14T21:05:00.001+07:002013-07-16T23:54:47.224+07:00it was toldarcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0Phayao, Thailand19.1664789 99.901941918.2072229 98.6110484 20.1257349 101.19283539999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-12130070359798401972013-05-22T16:09:00.000+07:002013-05-22T16:09:16.836+07:00seeing overwith me sits a coffee cup.
iced watered coffee dregs - the cup is almost overflowing
with time taking its slow toll for dissolution.
my life lays and my life lies.
as the last breath is taken away, the falsity of lived moments take their rightful places
claiming
that there is truth in dying.
he told me more than once.
he dreams of death - a floating kind of empty arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-31144053681801004602013-03-18T00:03:00.003+07:002013-07-16T23:55:24.097+07:00miles to goarcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-6221973348274948202013-03-01T10:26:00.001+07:002013-03-01T10:28:07.406+07:00๓๓it is that time of year again. and this time, work takes over.
the resurrection i had planned for today must be postponed for another day. with that too is a simple celebration of a new life.
and to you too i wish happiness in life.arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-80978586849638499672013-02-01T11:25:00.001+07:002013-02-01T11:25:02.024+07:00at 93the news came as a surprise. it must have been six years since i last visited the college and one thing i have always looked forward to in a possible visit was bumping into her along the shadowed halls and corridors of malcolm hall. it never occurred that one day, at her old frail age but strong will and spirit, she will have to go. i must be one of those who believed that she will outlive us allarcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-79738952308065907642013-01-21T21:46:00.004+07:002013-01-21T21:46:51.271+07:00the little detailsthere i was, wanting and expecting the remaining months to just fly by. here i am now, trudging each hour of the remaining months left. plans of moving on are always never simple, especially when there's nothing tangible yet after, when the future holds for you a number of uncertainties. decisions are hardly decisive. options are most of the time floating and vague. still, here i trudge the hoursarcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-4254703344461193962013-01-07T13:01:00.001+07:002013-07-16T23:55:46.585+07:0020 somethingi wanted to list down some twenty or more things about last year, but i got preoccupied by some twenty or more things for work. with an urge to find balance, i suddenly embarked on a long weekend journey and found some twenty or more things that can be done in a far town to the north of thailand. it did bring me back to my twenty something years and made me feel i was still within the twenty arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0Mae Hong Son, Thailand18.7370307 97.87216000000000816.812461199999998 95.290373 20.6616002 100.45394700000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-5024331964172166412012-12-25T23:11:00.003+07:002012-12-25T23:11:31.585+07:00normal dayit was in 2009 that a usual christmas eve and christmas day happened - a day celebrating with family. in 2010 was a christmas eve dinner with a nepali guide and a christmas day trekking the hills and mountains of annapurna. in 2011 was a christmas eve dinner with a friend before taking an overnight train to north-eastern thailand and spending the christmas day traveling to vientiane and preparingarcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-4540086311173261322012-12-13T00:07:00.002+07:002013-07-16T23:56:48.125+07:00a short angkor morningarcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-53307372105220636432012-12-12T18:25:00.001+07:002013-07-16T23:58:12.501+07:00home and away ball gamei never considered myself a football person but i have always enjoyed watching football over basketball. it must be because of the years being in the out-group during elementary and secondary schools for the inability to competitively dribble and shoot a basketball. either i would find myself in the substitute's bench waiting for that moment, which usually never came, to have my few short minutesarcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-75702920640348794332012-11-27T21:54:00.001+07:002013-07-16T23:58:26.222+07:00red earth and melons
it must have been 20 or so kilometres away from the city morning market. the expectation was that the wedding was to take place only a few or so walking distance.
the distance covered a flurry of red earth and dust and also lines of watermelons. the distance back covered nothing more than a fevered night alone and a morning trip back to work.
taking nothing back but a flurry of flying red arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-30470602390984735172012-11-19T23:31:00.001+07:002013-07-17T00:00:58.882+07:00off he goes [v]once again i found myself riding a long bus ride to the north eastern sections of the sub-region - not too far, a measly few hours away over almost leveled not so winding cemented highways - but nonetheless a clear diversion from the all too demanding constraints of work.
he left one friday evening, i was told. i followed suit, maybe an hour or two hours after. he was on his way, i heard, to arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-27868384323945647092012-11-01T21:56:00.001+07:002012-11-01T21:56:06.122+07:00i almost died todaywe grew up celebrating today as a day to remember the departed, taking time off from work and holiday to spend moments recalling moments with loved ones we'll never see again in our lifetime. and i could have died.
in a fit of irrational anxiety, he felt the world turn its back on him, and in return, himself in a catatonic resignation.
apparently she was still waiting. a note. a call. aarcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-71125638392104852002012-10-28T16:06:00.004+07:002012-10-28T16:06:56.271+07:00di was in a wedding yesterday. a lot of people went. most i do not know. all the while i could not stop wishing you were also here - praying our well-wishes and hopes for a meaningful life together. i am referring not only to the newly-weds but also to the possibility that we do find that opportunity, in celebration, to express our humble vows. then, it must only be a slim hope to carry, with the arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-83652452714013804232012-09-17T07:27:00.000+07:002013-07-17T00:03:02.927+07:00badalingarcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7657146.post-18962315589256641282012-09-06T16:18:00.003+07:002012-09-06T16:18:38.575+07:00nall he remembers is being swallowed whole and alive. now stuck inside the belly of who knows what. the imposing darkness. not even a glimpse of a shadow to wake him from this entrapment.
but where is the feeling of darkness, or the semblance of light, or the strangling hopelessness when all there is to him is nothing. nothing.arcibaldohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05505273662875763965noreply@blogger.com0