Let the record show

30 04 2016

Let the record show:
Flowing waters almost always
Climb uphill.

This ‘retreat’
Is no small matter;
Walls and pillars have formed,

Architecture water
Could never have;
An unrecognisable animal

It’s aggression
Pull fish away
From the lonely sea shells

Standing at full height
The sun gave it
Colourful, everchanging tattoos

Bright light blinding
Small passerbys,
With soothing pain.

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14 07 2015

7 children

5 boys

2 girls

1 dream:


Mum Basita is the wife of a barangay captain in Bohol, Philippines.

She used to work in Singapore because being a maid for a day paid more than being a farmer for a week.

Now, she makes 80 pesos for one kilo of brinjal.

That’s $2.40 SGD.

We were there to visit her barangay,

To understand their efforts of reforesting their land

To understand their reasons, their benefits, their personal stories.

But still, I didn’t expect to meet Mum Basita.

She walked us to her farm

And pulled out a stack of paper from her pocket

She had written her whole speech to us out, all seven pages

So that she wouldn’t forget.

She trembled. She couldn’t face us.

She didn’t want her tears analysed by foreign students

She didn’t want her feelings explained in academic language.

I held back any questions I originally had.

I forgot them all.

But my peers were still curious, still studious

Insisted she tell us more.

They scribbled her broken English down.

Her rough voice hit my ear drums in the same way

their pencils scratched at their note pads, desperately.

I’ve never had science fail me before.

Anthropology, I realised might be the study of people

But it is meaningless if we do not realise

that Anthropology is really the study

of people.


8 07 2015

(inspired by the Bohol Manmade Forest)

I mistook it for rain.
I’m so used to impending storms,
I put my rain gear on.

Only after that
did I raise my hand to see
how heavy it would be.

But there were no raindrops.
Instead, there were these tiny white flowers
pooling in my palm.

I looked up at the canopy
And watched them fall from the giant trees
It was raining flowers.

But it still felt like rain.
Sometimes, when we’re so used to the storms
We don’t recognize anything else.

It’s better to be safe than sorry
And when expecting the worse becomes a habit
Protection becomes routine.

You will not look up,
not until you’ve assessed its severity
and plan your escape route.

Any minute now,
your shoes are going to get muddy
and you will be drenched

from head to toe.
You are mentally preparing yourself
for the thunder and the lightning

You wait for the crash.
But it never comes.
But it still feels like rain.

Until you look up.
Until you see what is there,
it will always feel like rain.

Being yourself, truely

27 06 2010

When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. My cousin helped prove that to me tonight.

You see we are all different people with different strengths and weaknesses and different talents as well. I can’t be Jonny Depp or Britney if I wanted to. I can only be me.

So just a little reminder.
Being perfect sometimes isn’t worth it.
It is not worth the mess.
Believe me or not and face the fact,
Don’t try and put it to the test.
Take what you have
And make it grow
And trust me
The products will show
Sometimes just being ‘me’
Is the best I can be 

I hope that helped everyone out tonight oh and btw I downloaded wordpress on my I-phone so I can update as soon as an idea pops into my head so you will get updates from me more often 
Take care
Cheyenne Phillips

What room of the house am I?

6 05 2009

The bed roomYou are an indulgent person. You enjoy rest, relaxation, and pampering.
You know how to find peace in a crazy life. You are good at unplugging.

You tend to be very private. You don’t let just anyone in.
You are also a romantic. When you have someone, you tend to be very couple oriented.


3 11 2008

This is a very interesting website. I am starting a novel ( which may not be particularly interesting). Anyways, I was reading about this from a friends blog and the moment my novel is stable I’ll send the link.

Mean while, go to nanowrimo.com and start your own novel today.

Random poem

1 06 2008

You grow,
so do I.
The trees blow
in the wind.

I know,
Its hard
I know
Its tough.

The great
is soon
to come
dear child

to the wind
hear it

Let it take you
far and near
to a place
you shouldnt fear

you are