Friday, August 31, 2012

Kulay

At sa pagtatapos ng Buwan ng Wika, ito ang isang tulang inaalay ko sa kanya -- ang natatangi -- na nagbigay kulay at nagpasaya sa buhay kong dati ay magkahalong maputlang abo at puti. 

Mahal,

Habang binibigkas ng mapupula mong labi
ang mga katagang --- Mahal Kita
pansinin ang paglaho ng ulang sing-itim
ng imbornal na barado,
ang paglisan ng kung anumang takot
na nananahan sa pobre kong puso.

Salamat, Mahal,
sapagkat sa iyong pagdating,
iisa na lamang ang kulay ng langit,
ng lahat na nababalutan ng iyong pag-ibig. 


Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

The Endless Conversation



I have always been a sucker for good, satisfying conversations. It goes without saying that the person I’m speaking with should be one or two of the following to keep me hooked: 

a.) Interesting 
b.) Intelligent 
c.) Funny

You are all of the above.

Granted, I am nice enough of a person to talk to strangers. Going on pure instinct that you seem like a good person based on your online persona, does not discount the fact that you have hell of a lot going between your ears. You impressed me, first and foremost, how you do not sacrifice grammar to keep within the 140-character limit; secondly, that wit; and thirdly, how you own your opinions.

You’re a gem and I was hooked. We spoke for hours on end and it seemed, we never ran out of topics to talk about. When finally we came to the temporary end of our conversation, I was itching to talk to you again, looking forward to the time when you would send me a, “Is this a good time to call?” Yes, you are polite like that.

I am glad we kept going and going and going. I am glad we never stopped talking. I am glad you never ran out of questions. Oh, those hard questions! 

I am plain glad.

This is never going to end, this conversation, which has evolved into so much more, is it?

It better not. 

Because I would like to talk to you some more, keep talking to you for years and years to come.


Thursday, August 16, 2012

On the 66th

Anniversaries. More fun in SGV? Hoom. You be the judge.










The verdict:
Anniversaries. More fun in MarkeTeam.
Cheesy name, I know. Different strokes for different folks. Live and let live. Walang basagan ng trip.
Defensive, aren't we?

Interesting occurences:

  • Someone wore the exact same outfit as mine. Alas, I wasn't able to have my photo taken with her a la Us Magazine's 'Who wore it best?' I am a shod I know. And no, I am not claiming I wore it best. This little devil inside me is nodding her coconut like crazy though, arrogant bitch that she is.
  • My immediate boss has gotten himself into a major funk months prior, thinking he wasn't getting promoted. Surprise, surprise! He did get promoted. Funny how we found out a mere couple of hours before the event. Someone did a little jiggy.
  • I might've drowned myself in coke and rum, and maybe a couple glasses of vodka. Truth be told, a girl's gotta party! Ergo: The system has been in dire need of alcohol as I have been a pretty good (read: sober) girl for months now. Har dee har har. 

Conclusion:
We are camwhores. No two ways about it.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Kambyo

Diretso't sigurado ang mga hakbang mo.
Walang takot, kahit aminadong masikip
pa rin ang pasilyo ng puso ko.

Lakad lang, Mahal, 
pasikut-sikot man ang mga daanang ito
at walang nakakaalam sa maaaring
maging hantungan nito.

Pero nandito ka na rin
at narito din ako.
Pakiusap, huwag ka munang lumayo,
huwag munang kumambiyo.

---
Naks.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Bagong Kabanata

Bago pa muling dumilim,
aking lilisanin ang lubak-lubak
na daan at lusak ng iyong alaala

patungo sa kung saan
Siya naghihintay,
siya na may dala-dalang liwanag.

May kung anong saya
ang sumalubong
sa aming banggaan

kung saan magsisimula
ang panibagong kabanata.
Sabay lalanghapin

ang mga bahaging bagong buklat
upang matuklasan ang muling salaysay
sa kasaysayan ng bawat

tibok ng pusong
tahimik na nakadiin
sa kasalukuyang pahina.

Bagamat walang masabi
hindi mapigil ang panalanging
Mahal, sana ikaw na nga.

---
And you thought I had nothing for you.
To she who makes me smile a lot, a lot.

Task Planner Thoughts

Rewriting to remind me that it gets better.

"April 2, 2012, 6:44 p.m.

Stuck at work and hating every minute of it. I've been enveloped with disappointment all day. I am mostly disappointed at myself, how I let things get the better of me, how I am suffering the effects of how I react to some things, how I let them affect me so much. But truth be told, I am getting by the best I can --- one foot in front of the other. There is no other way. [Insert expletive here], I am too old for this."

In other news:

I owe this blog a poem. Or two. Is it happiness if it takes you away from the things you love to do, i.e., writing? The curious result of this exquisite feeling is that I am bursting with words and images, ingredients for a poem or a painting, but no way to rein them in, no means of capture in the hopes of immortalizing them. Happiness, I guess, is the poem, the story I do not write.

But write I will. There is no way to silence the words. Some stories need to be told. It's just the way it is.

Stay tuned.