"Light of Peace": A public Service Announcement

As promised, the outcome of our mini shoot:

Hey, I'm not the most peaceful person in the world but I hope that we all find someday the peace that will enable us to be happy.

Mang Rudy's best friends

A while back, I found online the most heartwarming story about a man who lived in the streets and took dogs in. 

Tick-Talkative

And let me introduce to you....

Tick-Talkative is/will be a collection of thoughts, ramblings, and musings from the point of view of kids(?)/adults(?) like me.

All those willing to contribute are welcome! E-mail me at isabel@rodriguez.ph and your piece may be posted on the blog.

All articles will have your byline and thumbnail. Pen names and pseudonyms are also welcome. Write about anything and anyone (so long as you more or less tie it up with the blog's theme) and I promise to keep your identity secret.

Let's do this, people!

TICK-TALKATIVE

Falling in love

A while back I found this text online and fell in love with what it said.

And now, a video adaptation.

This video is a school project we shot and edited. Music borrowed from Regina Spektor. Author of the text unknown. Mikey Aggabao as the girl.

19: Feel me.

It's the mishmash, the pitter patter of emotions.

The swelling of a feeling, how it builds into a tidal wave and breaks into a million little droplets, never to be seen again. It's using all your sanity and restraint, a dam that keeps everything from flowing, though angry reason questions the need to control. The loss and the wreckage it brings, you ask is it worth it?

What is peace? What is the difference between wrath and retribution?

18: Thoughts.

We give up too much or too little, but never what we ought to give. At some point you find yourself making a decision. "Is it worth it?", you ask. But then you come back to a point in your life where you said: "Anything is worth it", and if you can be that sure in the midst of the chaos and the drunken haze, how could you have been wrong?

Tell me I'm not wrong.

17: Upon leaving that concert with you

And I remember that moment. Nothing special. We were walking to where the guys were. This was after your gig, the first gig of yours I've ever watched, I think. (Little did I know that it was the first of many times I would be watching you do what you do.) My head was light, it may have been all the beers. It may have been the fact that you invited me tonight, either way the gig zipped past me and left me in this moment. Here we were silent. There was no one to shout or cheer. Nothing was moving in the dead of the night, just the lights and the distant sound of people not caring. Nothing but you and me. At that moment, we could do anything. We were together. We held hands.

16: Blah

Come home. Have a false sense of need to finish something. Finish it. Or not. Still feel unaccomplished. Get weirded out by the fact that there's an odd calm surrounding you. Surf the net, talk to friends. Get mad at group mates. Or not. Finish reports/assignments/readings anyway. Play games. Watch TV. Lose yourself to interesting banter with old friends. Go on Facebook. Promise to read Rilke. Learn about an old classmate's marriage. Want waffles with chocolate spread. Wonder why nothing seems significant today.

15: Feels like Insomnia (?)

Ever since I can remember, these long nights have given me company. With the dark comes the rush of words and ideas and the restlessness.

I've never liked sleeping. I've never liked the idea that somewhere in the world, someone's having an adventure, and I'm just in bed-- not that I have adventures on a daily basis anyway.

I guess there's an underlying issue. I want an adventure and I'm stuck here waiting for one.  On some level, I used to refuse sleep because I was afraid that I might miss that which I had been waiting for. Certainly, I thought to myself, Asteroid B 612 was not discovered by those in slumber and Neverland didn't fly into itself.

I wanted to find my own story.

So I sat by the window and stared at those stars, and wondered how I was going to saw off the iron grills that kept me from outside (it didn't occur to me that I could just have wandered out the front door just as effectively).

No Peter Pans came my way, and The Little Princes of this universe remained elusive to me. The only thing I managed to do was drive myself half crazy hoping something grand would happen.

I wanted my story and I waited for it to arrive outside my window. Not anymore.

I want my story and now, I write it myself.

14: Upon waking to a rainy day.

It's the cold and calmness that I like. And the feeling that something different is about to happen.

13: The fight

The silence and the tenderness. The warmth that resides in my heart. The sweet smiles thrown, hands clasped together. Safety in your presence and our hearts on our sleeves.

Retreat.

Words as sharp as daggers and sighs of disbelief. That look, that evil, evil look and a glimpse of hatred in your eyes. There is no understanding. There is no room for love.

And then it subsides. All is forgiven, but not forgotten.

12: On your Birthday

A life without you would be drab and dreary.

Take this day and know you are loved. Take this day to look at the world and all of its beauties, including how perfectly imperfect everything is. Take this day and realize that things fall into place, that it's going to be alright. Take this day to smile. Take this day and know that today you celebrate your existence, and yes, I celebrate it with you, for I'm one of those whose life you've touched.

11: I apologize for the lack of words, the lack of ideas.

The traffic and buzzing and movement in my head. And yet there are days when I see things with immense clarity-- a split second and it's gone.

10: On being cryptic

Emotions,

Like the tide swelling into a wave

Careful not to spill, careful not to burst.

Hold your breath, darling.

Let go, release..

either way, the tears fall.

9: Shall we dance?

The challenge is consistency.

In the flurry of everyday life, nothing stays in place. How do we keep our place?

It's me and you, side by side, hand in hand. What compels me to insist that we stay as we are is the same fear that gives me my doubts, the thought that it can all fall apart.

But then I realize, the challenge is not consistency, the challenge is moving around, and not losing your footing.

7 & 8

The blank page is daunting.

6: Heat and Coldness

When it scares me to touch you and disturb those silent stares. When finally time teaches us, that nothing ever lasts. When everything you say, and I say, are just tired, abrasive words. When space becomes more than those breaks between our bodies and our love grows tired and cold. When together becomes a distance too far to even reach. When I start to let the tears fall and you don't even see.

Remember who we are, and how we were. And hold me, just hold me.

We'll come back together-- how we were that night we ran along the endless streets of this dirty city, hand in hand.

5: Nothing to say

The loss of anything to say, the period to a sentence. There is nothing more except the end.

Erase all shadows of you in my mind, haunting and tearing at my heart.
There is only the dead and dying. Leave me be, let me rest.

You do not deserve the thoughts I give you.

4: Upon coming to terms with that which I fear the most

Would I, could I welcome the notion of forever? To give everything up-- surprisingly something I did not find easy to do, even in the realm of imaginations and 'what ifs'.

There's no leaving. I've decided, I'm never leaving you.

I found a place in my head. A place between dreams and waking. A place vaguely familiar, similar, but darker, sinister.

That feeling at the pit of my stomach would not stop. I was alone.

It was me who'd been left behind.

3: Lovely, we grew apart.

It's water around you, surrounding you. Calm, serene and silent, floating along as peacefully as can ever be.
It is always after a storm when the waters begin to move. Raging and tearing and clawing, destroying what stood once before, strong and majestic-- but now no more.

Lovely, you were so lovely to my eyes. Perfect and shiny, I would never tire of you. I would build and grow and learn with you. I would construct my world with you. We were perfect, and you were everything  I ever wanted.

Lovely, what happened? They say everything falls apart, but didn't we take care of that? Aren't these walls, the ones we made our palace of, are they not fortified to withstand the waves that come crashing in from the tides of change? Didn't we take care of that? Didn't you promise they would never break?

Lovely, these walls, are walls no longer. They keep no one out but me. All that's left are ruins. Ruins from the world we built together, debris from the friendship we once had.