Rina Macasaet's Writings
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Poem
Sep.03.2011
Be happy. Stay well.
Look up. Look forward.
Sometimes failure is necessary to find the essential truth.
Come clean. Let go of the baggage.
Stay centered. Keep busy.
It’s just a reminder…
Rest easy. Sleep well.
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Short Story
Dec.22.2010
“Good Morning Sunshine!” Linlokfei rose from bed bright and early on the day of July 15, 1995. Her beloved son Gavin was celebrating his fourth birthday at school. “I must look pretty today, all eyes will be on me.” This was the only day of every passing year that Linlokfei rose early from her precious sleep to celebrate the natal day of her son.
The happy...
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Poem
Oct.12.2010
The time was not too long ago.It came as a surprise and left unexpectedly.
Pure thoughts put many a smile on the pretty face.But that was then.
Every day was a field of flowers in bloom.Every evening was a sunset to remember.And the time in between was spent gazing at the clear blue sky.
That was then.Though thoughts of that time not too long ago still brings a...
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Poem
Oct.12.2010
Every waking moment means one day closer.
Every day that passes shortens the length of time.
Every exchange strengthens the bond.
Every token brings more abundance.
I can’t wait.
I close my eyes and count sheep.
I chop onions to make me cry.
I cook a feast everyday.
I talk to my imaginary friend.
I spring clean.
I make room.
I laugh.
I CAN wait.
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Poem
Oct.12.2010
It’s been good.
Consistent and comfortable.
Short but genuine.
Colorful and nice.
It’s actually been pleasant.
It isn’t the MOON after all, it’s the North Star.
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Poem
Oct.10.2010
Paint, paint, and paint.
Blog.
Chips and Coke Light.
Paint.
Happy Hour.
DVD.
Sleep late, wake up early.
Paint again. Blog again. Chips and Coke Light again. DVD again.
Fill up as many spaces as possible. Just when the hope button is released, hope springs.
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Poem
Oct.07.2010
To bring closure, the object can overturn regret into gratitude.
To help regain one’s lost soul, the object becomes the catalyst.
Given a second chance, the object is the source of life.
At what cost does one gamble the object of all its affection?
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Poem
Oct.07.2010
Stuck. Will not move. Will not let go.
Nothing will change. At least for now.
Starving for the truth, watch the cars pass by.
Stand still on one side. Carry on in the other side.
Have faith. Believe it is what it is.
One day the celebration may call for a bottle of Pinot Grigio.
For now, hang by the moment and drink Merlot.
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About Rina
LIFE COACH
Solution Focused Brief Therapy
Choice Theory / Reality Theory
Crisis Line Telephone Counselor
Filipino Sign Language
SELF-TAUGHT PAINTER
Solo Exhibitions
1998 – Virginia’s World – Color in Life
1998 – Blessed Beings in Virginia’s World
2010 – Wind...
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