Saturday, August 25, 2007

Change Incarnate

As chronicled by Glenn Ala at 4:40 AM
When I began this blog, I didn't know how much my life was going to change in the succeeding weeks. I actually find it a bit funny now that I came up then with the title, The Chronicle of Change, considering how much my life has ACTUALLY changed in the recent past. Now, this blog serves as a testament to how "chaotic" life really is, how forever changing, and how consistently inconsistent it is.

Now, I am seriously considering a career shift, and a change of environment. Somehow, things have become too taxing and too constricting on this side of the planet, and suddenly, the big world outside has become very attractive and alluring. It beckons, and calls me (by my first name), inviting me to taste and take a bite at it. And now, more than ever, it has become more than just a dream. It has transmogrified into an option. A real, solid possibility.

I am more than half-convinced I should explore this alternative. It's scary but it's also exciting. Change can pull the rug under you, but it can also give you a fresh perspective on things. Evolution is imminent, and I am not the type to prevent it. I am, after all, the epitome of change.

I AM EVOLUTION.

AND I AM CHANGE ITSELF.
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5 comments:

  1. PRUE HALLIWEL :: OBSERVER OF LIFEAugust 26, 2007 at 7:26 AM

    your entry actually reminded me of the Amazonistas... "aaaaahmaaaaahzooonistaaaazz transmogrify..." hahaha!

    seriously... stepping out from our comfort zone is never easy.... sometimes we even shut doors so we stay inside for fear there may not be a world outside ready to welcome us... then again, there will be moments when we are motivated to embrace a different light... mas malawak na mundo... mas masayang buhay... mas makulay na kasaysayan... OA!

    haaaay..there goes verbal diarrhea again... i know you know these things by heart... how else would you have been a whitelighter... hahaha!

    here's a witch saying... HAPPIER DAYS AND MORE FULFILLING ENDEAVORS TO YOU!

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  2. Glenn AlaAugust 26, 2007 at 2:30 PM

    amen to that, my dearest prue!

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  3. Dragon FishAugust 27, 2007 at 7:47 PM

    Change is a staple in life and so are expectations. Each of us has our own set of expectations of change. We expect others to change. We expect ourselves to change. We expect changes. Period. But when something totally UNEXPECTED happens, believe me, that is when CHANGE really happens.

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  4. Glenn AlaAugust 27, 2007 at 10:07 PM

    hello singlefish. thank you for your comment. you need to know that it comes at a very opportune time. for the UNEXPECTED just happened. my bebe and i broke up. irreconcileable lifestyle differences.

    changes, changes, changes...

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  5. PRUE HALLIWEL :: OBSERVER OF LIFEAugust 28, 2007 at 12:16 AM

    OMG... as in OMG... ei, leo... i just read that.. i mean, is it true? you and ur bebe broke up?

    i mean... ano ba? why? irreconcileable lifestyle differences?

    how are you? hmmmm... does this mean i can't go spreading that "mabuhay ang may jowa"... naman... so has piper heard?

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The Chronicler's Creed

Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be.

LA POESÍA

Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de invierno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.

And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I do not know, I do not know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

- An excerpt from LA POESÍA (Poetry) by Pablo Neruda