Crimson Heavens

Sunday is Gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you

Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy
with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there’ll be flowers and prayers that are sad,
I know, let them not weep,
Let them know that I’m glad to go

Death is no dream,
For in death I’m caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I’ll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday

Dreaming
I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you
Asleep in the deep of
My heart
Dear

Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday

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…And no, I’m not suicidal. It’s just that…it is quite a gloomy today isn’t it?

And so it continues…Mahirap mag-isip!

8. I’ve always hated the color pink…until a week ago. I dunno why but I suddenly just want to buy each and every pink thing I see!!!

9. I’m married to one of the last decent guys in the whole world! BAAHAHAHAHAH!

10. I think I am one of the most pampered and spoiled daughter-in-law in the whole world…BAHAHAHA again!!!

11. I don’t eat liver….except if it is mixed in one Goan dish called “sorpatel”…

12. I’m trying to learn Portuguese and I’m failing miserably….

13. I have met two wonderful elderly women in India that I had grown to love as if they are my real grandmothers for a short period of time; both cannot speak English (1 can only speak Hindi, the other can only speak Portuguese/Konkani), yet somehow both seemed to like me a lot despite of the language-barrier…

14. I am very forgetful!

15. I have not lost my marbles…I was born without them!

16. I write better when I am sad and depressed. I actually try to reminisce the pang of unrequited love when I write. For me it is the strongest, most inspiring pain…

17. When I do complicated coding, I put my headphones on and play symphonic metal, full-blast. I dunno why, but it gets my brain-juice flowing…

1. During my first flight out of the country, the airlines lost my luggage. What a hassle! I had to stay back inside for approximately an hour more than the rest of the passengers to finish whatever formalities that were needed to be done. Hubby (well, he was still my boyfriend back then), who took another flight to Bombay to pick me up just right after arriving to his home-state from Kuwait with his mother, was so worried and pissed off that he created such a racket in the airport. Airport security eventually allowed him to go inside the restricted area to look for me…I guess he got all bratty on them eh?

2. When I was in my last year in high school, I decided to take up Architecture in UP because my 2 best high school buddies (who are still my best buddies til now, if I may add) decided to take it. Jem, the first one, had some weird idea and decided to put Pre-Med in UP  as her first choice and Architecture her second, because, she said, since both are “quota courses” and it would be impossible for her to get into Pre-Med anyway, she would automatically get through Architecture…Well, she got through Pre-Med…and since she doesn’t want to be a doctor anyway, and she figured her DOST scholarship would be a waste, she decided to go to Ateneo instead. My second friend, Jolly, didn’t get through UP Diliman, but UP Baguio… I ended up taking Architecture (which, I didn’t really like), alone. Pooey.

3. I started learning a little bit of how to read and write Nihongo when I was in third year high school, took Japanese 10-11 as my elective class in college and had almost gone to Japan as a Japanese government scholar….well, “almost”…Now, I can still read/write the kana’s and a li’l bit of kanji, and I still understand some of the words and terms and all that but I cannot follow conversations anymore…What a pity!

4. ‘Til now, I still believe that I was a samurai in my pastlife.

5. When I was in my pre/early teens, I was waiting for something weird and magical to happen in my life. Probably because I was watching too much of anime then or wotever…

6. I am a hopeless-romantic at heart. I love happy endings and I believe that they really do happen, just that they don’t happen to some people.

7. I sometimes imagine how it would be to actually go shopping in those posh shops without looking at the price-tags, I actually know people who do that…they just get in one shop, point at things they want and then leave with an approximately P50K bill, minimum, worth of stuff…but moi? Crazy.

Timi’s barfday is coming up! When? She ain’t tellin’ (Psst, it’s mentioned here somewhere in the blog…) She’s getting older but she’s becoming more...idiotic…nevermind.

Hmm…Life has been good to me…AND YA’LL SHOULD BE TOO…GIMME ‘EM BARFDAY GREETIN’ PICKIES NOW!…BAHAHAHAHA!

PS: Send it to mah email addy: fatimagodinez@gmail.com / timi@crimsonheavens.net …Kewl?

Lent is a forty-day long liturgical season of prayer, penitence and alms-giving for us Catholics (and some other Christian denominations) which starts on Ash Wednesday and ends on Black Saturday, the Saturday before Easter. We remind ourselves of Christ’s suffering, Death and Resurrection.

By right, all Catholics aged 14 and older are required to practice abstinence at least during Ash Wednesday and all Fridays of Lent, and also, all Catholics aged 18-59 are required to fast on Ash Wednesday and Good Friday at the minimum. Abstinence means not eating meat (flesh of any warm-blooded animal) and Fasting means eating only one full meal a day (and two more meals if the quantity of both does not equal to one full meal, if really necessary).

To some Catholics, this is also the time of the year of which they “give up” something they really like to do as a sacrifice to God.

For Filipinos, singing of the “Pasyon” is an activity for the whole community. The Pasyon is a verse narrative on the life and sufferings of Jesus Christ, which is written in any major Filipino dialect. And then of course, there is the “Sinakulo”, a Lenten play, usually in verse which narrates episodes from the Old and New Testament. Also, for some specific provinces, other practices are also followed like the Marinduque’s Moriones, of which the locals reenacts the legend of Longinus, the Roman legionnaire who became a Christian, and of course the procession of the flagellants and crucifixion in Pampanga.

Personally, penitence by abstinence and fasting is one thing, but self-flagellation and crucifixion? Err…I think is just too gory….