The Lady Behind the Cloak

"A woman is as modest as she is beautiful, and therefore she is always cloaked." - U. Eco, "The Island of the Day Before."

The beauty of a woman can never be defined. It is the first world we are accustomed to when we are born. It is the face where girls and ladies (at least the more decent ones) take inspiration and advice about how to go about life and how they lived their life; and basically, how they became the woman they are. And of the boys and young lads, it is the only face wherein we never fear to cry in front of, it represents the face of compassion, care and unconditional love.

And what of the woman when she is not one which we love in a parental sense, or of respect? What of the one whose hand we hold when we go in and out of a moviehouse.? Ah, she is the woman in black velvet silk with an invisible veil that covers her true face , the one whose body embodies a golden soul. And that soul is pure and untouched, we know it but do not see it therefore, lads continue to strive to see the real soul. It is revealed partially, only in glimpses of the eyes, the most honest and sincere part of the body. Yet the glimpse lasts only for a moment and when the moment is gone, it is lost.

The woman, the lass, the lady, the girl - all cloaked, all mysterious, all so enigmatic and yet all so needed......

start ups and others

Well, 2nd sem finally starts, i've met very few new people and very many old ones... i guess that's how it works in college, you don't get the cake without putting in a few ounces of salt... life is never easy... it never was and will never be... what makes it interesting though is the things people look forward to after the hardships and the trials... for example, take someone from cdo, put him/her in manila for a long time and he/she will have a feeling of nostalgia and want to go home not really because manila is bad but because there are somethings that cdo can offer that manila will never have... among these, greenery and the kind of air and environment cdo has but more importantly, friends, family, love and above all, the real essence of oneself that is lost in turmoil and confusion once in manila... lesson learned... home is where the heart is and the body can go on without this metaphorical heart but the essence of the body, the soul is all lost without the heart... Miss na nako ang home...