Showing posts with label lipad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lipad. Show all posts

A Toast with Myself: In Defense of Drinking Alone

30 March 2011

Somewhere, somehow, somebody decided that it was not a good idea for people to be drinking alone. That drinking alone is a sure sign of teetering on the edge or deep emotional issues that need be resolved immediately by interventions or, at the very least, drinking with friends. Surely you know of this? I've been getting a lot of smack for my habit of drinking alone (and the sometimes preference of it over drinking with friends), people have been suggesting I get therapy, calling me an alcoholic and similar stuff, and I don't mind the concern, I just don't think there is anything to be concerned about.


This frowning upon drinking alone may be because alcohol is generally viewed as the social lubricant, and having nothing to lubricate but still pouring out the lubricant just doesn't make sense to some people. In this society if you drink alone you must be depressed, or troubled, or downright pathetic, which is sad since it need not be like that at all. Now I won't deny that I do drink alone when I'm depressed, but depression isn't the main reason for drinking alone. The reason I drink alone is because I like being alone and I like drinking, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with doing them together.

Whenever friends tell me I shouldn't be drinking alone I ask them why they think so and the answers can't get any lousier; "It's friggin' emo.", "It's not gonna help you, man", "It'll make you sadder". Now, again the presumption is that drinking alone is done when you are sad, solitude is not the same as sad! When one drinks alone one finds an opportunity to converse with oneself similar to the way we converse when drinking with a group, the alcohol lubricates the internal lines of communication too.

When I drink alone I am not required to keep my end of a conversation, talk about something I have no great interest for, pretend to care about some pitiful problem of some guy who thinks drinking with friends means getting advice while drunk. Drinking alone is about relinquishing the problems and loosening up, letting shit go and just relaxing. Since I talk a lot when with my friends, drinking alone is when my mind finds no need to engage anyone in a conversation.

Now I can go on and tell you how to drink alone or what to drink when alone but it won't really matter, drinking alone is about being with yourself and you should decide what that should be like. Personally I prefer an ice-cold beer and a bag of Cheetos, but every now and then a man would want some whiskey on the rocks.

Now cut the people who drink alone some slack, there's nothing wrong with it, it's just prejudice. To say that drinking alone is a sure sign of alcoholism is AA bullshit. First of all it considers us powerless over the "drug" then telling us how we should relinquish our concerns to a "higher power", we are not powerless against alcohol, we're not even alcoholics! Has anybody even considered the reason for drinking alone? How about simple appreciation of alcohol? Doesn't that count? How about 'time for myself'? The taboo of drinking alone has been intensified because of these beliefs.

Ernest Hemingway has been quoted; "I drank a bottle of wine for company. It was Chateau Margaux. It was pleasant to be drinking slowly and to be tasting the wine and to be drinking alone. A bottle of wine was good company" it indeed is. But it's  better than drinking with an actual person, the bottle doesn't jabber or judge, the bottle doesn't mind if you get drunk as shit, and you don't have to worry about who is gonna drive the bottle home. Go ahead, drink alone, you are perfectly sane.

"I take my wine jug out among the flowers
to drink alone, without friends.

I raise my cup to entice the moon.
That, and my shadow, makes us three."
(Poem From: Drinking Alone by Li Po)

The God Question

30 October 2010

Being raised in the environment I have been, it's hard not to believe in a supreme being that is out there,  a god if you will. But I must say that I cannot believe he actually gives a crap about what we do with our lives.

I can't live my life according to the teachings of some group of elders interpreting some book that was written by people who lived in places and times that are that different to mine. If I'm gonna live a life I must live according to multiple books, all books if possible. Not according to some code of rights and wrong but to the just and fair I learn a long the way.

My life is my bible, the world is my prophet, and I am my own messiah.

The Sparrow

20 October 2010

The Sparrow 

by Ernest Angeles



A gallant day,

Of come what may,

There came the man and his sparrow,

In desert heat,

On blistered feet,

He speaks of love found, lost and followed.

 

Heart was weary--

Did not see me--

 Only by eyes of his sparrow,

            With eyes and beak,

            Not find but seek,

The love he swore to follow.

 

            On the east path,

            Blocking it sat,

A man with eyes of a sparrow,

            “Man,” said he,

            “Could you he be—

The man I am set to follow?”


            “Journey not yours

            of feet and oars,

But through the eyes of your sparrow,

            With it, flutter,”

            Man did utter,

To the path that you seek not follow.”

It's a Blog, What Do You Expect?

07 September 2010

Did you expect perfect use of language? Impeccable grammar? Correct Spelling? Did you expect discussions on the philosophy of language? In-depth analysis of political events? Scientific research papers? It's an effin' blog, you get as good grammar as I can come up with while typing with as little thought processing as possible. The closest thing to philosophical thinking would be bullshit armchair philosophy. The closest thing to in-depth analysis would be biased ranting about hearsay, and I'm not even touching scientific research, never.


This is a blog, and it's about bullshit emotions and stupid slice of life stories written in the crappiest possible.

Having said those stupid excuses, I'm gonna start with the vague allusions and senseless statements again. Not now, but soon.

----

Okay, maybe a little now.

I feel like a dick when I'm with you. I feel like I'm trying to come-off as something impressive and always falling short. I metaphysically slap my forehead every now and then for saying something stupid, or just plain acting like an idiot. There is so much of me that speaks of staying calm, of just being myself, but I end up doing these stupid things anyway. Or at least I think they're stupid, maybe you don't. I don't have enough balls to risk it.

I know it's futile and stupid and I'm not doing myself any favors by obsessing over it, it's just that there's nothing I can do. It's too late, what opportunity I may have had I lost a long time ago. I never recognized it. And even if I did, I wouldn't know what to do with it.

There is very little in this, this, whatever it is that stays and keeps us strangers from each other. Too little for me to try to figure out what it is. Too little, so we stay like this, on opposite sides of I don't know what. You just going on with your life. Me obsessing over this border I cannot cross, the fence I cannot see, the walls I cannot remove.

You Were Crying

07 August 2010

I had a dream sometime back, I don't remember much of it now.


Just the bits, Just some pieces.

It was a vacation outing of sorts in a place that looked very much like the one they went to at that teen movie, TRIP, I think it's called. It was the gang, the usual bunch, there we're many of us.

You were crying, sitting in some deck of sorts, with wooden planks for a floor. You were scared, I think, or maybe your mom called and told you bad news, I can't remember.

I promised you I'll be there, I said I always have been, I asked you to let me hold you forever.

You and me became us, we were happy, you smiled at me over your shoulder as you led me to the pier to watch the sunset. I tied balloons to cat tails so you can pop them with your blow gun as the cats chased mechanical rats. I arranged your closet for you, you fixed my apartment door.

I was holding you in my arms as we sit at the Sunken Garden in my dreams when I awoke, My laptop left open in front of me.

I had a dream sometime back, and some more before that.
I had a dream some time back, I still do.

Dreams of the City

01 June 2010

(I have always believed that when in a writing rut you should just read some stuff and then write poetry, it wouldn't matter if it's any good, just get to writing. Once you have written one the rut will lift. My apologies to Neil Gaiman and the poem inside the story "Goldfish Pool and Other Stories".)

I am thinking of the city at night,

A theatre of no spectacle,

Shoved by the concrete lights

 

Seeing angels fearing flight,

Dreams of me, an imbecile,

I dream of the city tonight.

 

A sphere, an orb, a silver kite

In the hazy eyes of myself

I dream of the city at night.

Insert Korning Title or Para sa mga Kaibigan Kong Piniling Umibig

22 May 2010

('Ano nanamang kalokohan to Ernie?' Sasabihin n'yo)


Una sa lahat, nais kong mag-alay ng papuri, pagbubunyi, paghanga, pagkawindang, chocolate chip cookies, at buhay na manok para sa inyo (o sa atin, waterbear). Palakpakan para sa mga sira-ulong pinili pa ring umibig kahit ano pang pagkadurog ng puso, pagkapaminta ng pagkatao, ay pagka abo ng kaluluwa na nakikita natin sa TV at sinehan (o illegally downloaded sa computer), na talaga namang negatively reinforcing. Mabuhay ang mga sira-ulong walang pakielam sa lahat ng kabulastugang yuon at tumutunganga lang para sa happy ending. Matapang ka, sabihin mo mang hindi mo pinili maramdaman ang nararamdaman mo ay, oh well, nandyan pa rin yan. Aminin mo man o hindi ginusto mo yan, umibig ka at hindi mo ginawa ang mga pwede namang gawing pag-iwas o paglublob ng puso sa liquid nitrogen.

Hirit ng nagmamarunong na takot naman sa mga terminolohiya o ng nahihiyang gumamit ng salitang 'pag-ibig' kasi wow pare ang lalim o di kaya'y ew tsong baduy; Hindi ako umiibig/hindi pa ito pag-ibig/hindi ako naniniwala sa pag-ibig, I'm just fond of her ('at ganun din s'ya sa akin' optional). The hell, ano ba ang problema ng iba sa atin sa terms? Salita lang ito kaibigan, ang ibig sabihin sa ingles ay 'like'. Ibig, ibig, ibig, 'pag-ibig', 'umiibig', 'mag ibig ka ng tubig pampaligo ng ate mo'. Salita lang ito kaibigan, walang dahilan matakot sa salita, tao ang nagluluwa ng salita (pamisa'y kinakain pa nga, ew). Salita mo yan, labo naman matakot.

So anyway, ayun nga, congrats, magaling, mahusay. Medyo mabigat lang yung feeling n'yan sa simula pero biglang gagaan na lumilipad ka na tapos bibigat ulit kaya mahuhulog ka. Kasamaang palad lang talaga at walang sasalo sa'yo. Ganito ang tingin ko sa pag-ibig; Parang pagkahulog sa bangin, sobrang lalim na bangin na parang yung bangin na kinahulugan ni Alice sa Alice in Wonderland nung sinundan n'ya yung nagsasalitang kuneho. Sa simula ng pagkahulog mo'y natatakot ka, habang tumatagal nalilimutan mo na ang tungkol sa pagkahulog at nagiging masaya ka, ineenjoy mo ang experience, sinimulan mo itong tawaging pag lipad at hindi pagkahulog. Tapos maiinip ka, wala ka nang magawa, hindi mo na ma-enjoy, wala nang bago. Hindi na dramatic, romantic, o metaphoric yung nangyayari kundi pathetic na lang. Nahuhulog ka na lang talaga, at babalik yung takot, dahil naalala mong walang nahuhulog, na hindi bumabagsak. Malulungkot kang hindi mo mapigilan ang pagdating ng sakit, naiinis ka, pero mas namamayani yung lungkot.

Ang pag-ibig, yung tunay, ay yuong nabubuhay pa pagkatapos ng pagkahulog sa lupa, bumangon sa pagkakasalampak sa sahig, tinanggap na putsa ang sakit ng buong katawan ko buti na lang imortal ako. At habang masakit pa, habang nagsisimula pa lang maghilom, ay sinimulan nang akyatin yung bangin na kinahulugan, dahan-dahan. Ang tunay na pag-ibig yung aakyat at tatalon at aakyat at tatalon ng paulit-ulit. Hanggang sa maging magkasing saya ang pagkahulog at ang pagakyat, kahit na ang ibig sabihin nuon ay hindi na ito aabot sa dating all-time high ng kasiyahan. Hanggang sa malimutan mo na ang tungkol sa pagbagsak, pagtama sa lupa, at maging tungkol na lang ito sa pagkahulog, sa pagpapaubaya sa mundo na hilahin ka, tapos ipahiya ito sa pamamagitan ng pagbangon at pag angat. Di bale na yung sakit, di bale na yung mga sugat.

Ang tunay na pag-ibig ay hindi yung sa exciting na parte, ang tunay na pag-ibig yung nabubuhay sa monotonous. Yung hindi na importante sa'yo kung di ka na dinadalhan ng bulaklak o minamasahe. Hindi na importante kung nababawasan ang oras n'ya para sa iyo. Hindi na importante sa'yo na magpakita pa ng affection, at hindi ka na rin naghihintay noon, sapat na sa'yo ang bagay na kayo ang magkasama. Na pinili n'yo ang isa't isa bilang patunay na nagmamahalan nga kayo. Yuong parte na s'ya ng paulit-ulit at boring mong buhay, hindi lang parang birthday party na one-time big time. Ang tunay na pag-ibig wala nang pakielam sa pag-ibig, ang tunay na pag-ibig nasasanay, at wala nang alam na ibang pamamaraan ng pamumuhay kundi ang magmahal. Wow ang korni na.

(Sabi nila experience is the greatest teacher, sabi ko naman, it's not the only teacher. Mula sa kasanayan ko sa kakapanhik sa iba't ibang bangin, hanggang sa mas naeenjoy ko na yung pag tama sa lupa kesa sa pagkahulog. Kaya ko lang naman sinulat to dahil kinikilig ako sa pag-ibig ng mga iba d'yan, pero iniisip ko ding mas maganda kung kahit wala na yung kilig, nandoon pa rin yung pag-ibig)

(Hindi ko alam kung may sense yun)

Uwian na: Excerpt

25 April 2010

Maagang pinauwi sina Jun mula sa paaralan, tanghali pa lang ay sakay na s’ya ng serbis ng paaralan papunta sa kani-kanilang bahay. Walang takdang-araling binigay ang kanyang mga guro at tulad ng karaniwang bata sa greyd por ay pinaplano na n’ya ang mga paglalarong gagawin n’ya pagkauwi at ang mga palabas sa telebisyon na mapapanood n’ya dahil pinauwi sila ng maaga. Isang bulalakaw kasi ang bumulusok mula sa kalawakan papasok ng bintana ng kanilang silid at pumaslang sa kanilang guro sa Filipino, magiging abala ang mga dyanitor at karpintero ng paaralan sa paglilinis ng nabasag na bintana, pagtatanggal ng mga bakas ng pagkasunog at dugo sa mga ding-ding at kisame at pagpapalit ng salamin ng silid. Magiging abala din ang mga guro sa pagdadala ng katawan ni Gng. Pagtalunan sa morge at pagpapaliwanag sa pamilya nito sa kalunos-lunos na aksidenteng naganap. Kaya’t maaga silang pinauwi.

Binaba siya sa harap ng kanilang bahay ng mabait at palangiting drayber ng serbis ng paaralan, pag-pasok n’ya sa bahay ay inabutan n’yang nakatayo sa kisame ang kanyang ina at abalang binabakyum ang paligid ng bumbilya ng kanilang sala. Hindi agad napansin ng kanyang ina na nasa loob na s’ya ng bahay, marahil dahil sa ingay na nililikha ng bakyum kliner nila. Tumingkayad si Jun para kalabitin ang bumbunan ng ina, na agad namang tumingala.

“Aba, maaga ka yata ngayon.” Sabi ng ina,

“Hindi kita madinig, patayin mo muna ang bakyum, ma.” Sabi ni Jun, nakatingala sila sa isa’t isa

“Ano anak? Hindi kita madinig, papatayin ko muna itong bakyum.” Pinatay ng ina ni Jun ang bakyum cleaner. “Bakit maaga ka pinauwi ngayon?”

“May bulalakaw na pumasok sa bintana at tinamaan si Gng, Pagtalunan, patay na s’ya kaya pinauwi na kami.” Sabi ni Jun.

“Si Gng. Pagtalunan? Mabait na guro iyon, nakakalungkot naman.” Umiiling-iling ang ina ni Jun ng muling buksan ang bakyum at nagpatuloy sa paglilinis.

May alam ka ba?

18 March 2010

Meeting in Between

01 March 2010

Someday, and that day may never come, I will see you in the street and you will smile at me. You will walk towards where I am and I will walk towards where you are, we will say our hellos and never need to say our goodbyes. Maybe someday we will meet in between. You will love me liked I always have and I will no longer treat you as something more than just a dream.


Someday, maybe someday, we will fail to see the world as it spins its spells around us. Together in a future dream our dreams will be one.

One day, or so I pray, I can live on the air you breathe. You can live life you always wanted, the difference is that you live it with me. And I will forget whatever hopes I had because to be with you is living dream.

Maybe one day, maybe someday, maybe never. Forever can be made real thing, eternity will be an item, infinity can be personified into one you and all of me.

Have You Ever Wondered What Could be Beyond Our Senses?

27 January 2010

UP PsycA 
presents
Beyond Senses : Understanding Parapsychology

An Alternative Learning Classroom Experience (ACLE)

With a demonstration with Fr. Jaime Bulatao, Ph.D. (an Expert in Parapsychology)

Reactors:
Prof. Aurora Mendoza, Ph.D.
Prof. Edwin Decenteceo, Ph.D.

See you at PHAn Lobby
1-4 PM January 28, 2010

Drunken Miss

27 November 2009

Stuff I Did Wrong, reason as to why I was unable to do a proper commute and had a few buddies worried.
-I didn't count my beers. I could've gone eight to ten beers if only I was in condition and I followed my drinking rules, but it was a fun night, so I said screw the rules.
-Drank non-beer alcoholic, again screwing up my limit monitoring.
-Tried to battle my enemy, rhum, and it proved that even if it gave me the handicap of being mixed with cola I still lose. One day Rhum, we will fight, and I will have my revenge, you have hit me the wrong way so many times and all my attempts to finally have a session with your presence and get home alright. I did way better than I did before because I didn't vomit or forget what has happened. But I still needed a moment to collect myself, had to be helped a bit, drink something caffeinated, and tried to do a sobriety test on myself. By the way, while collecting myself I do hear and understand you guys, so thank you for worrying. The vomit on the table shocked me like shit, guess someone was worse than me.
-Didn't eat. Dinner was a few Nachos and a small bite from Joy's  Chicken Alfredo.
-Forgot I had women with me, I should have known better. Sorry for being sexist but I wasn't raised to not make sure everyone is safe being the biggest guy around.
-assumed I'd get a ride to Cubao, dammit, Jammin had to have a Jiro Problem, really bad luck for me. Anyway we'd need to do this again with Jammin, and in better states.
-smoked filterless, though this doesn't involve the alcohol, what the fuck was I thinking? That was stupid but, well, funny.
-had evil, evil, thoughts.

So conclusion? We have to do that again.

I Remember my Dreams (201st blog entry)

19 November 2009

(yep, you read it right, this is my 201st blog entry, wow, that's like, 200 entries after the first one. Might be, not really sure, I'm pretty lousy at math. Don't bother counting every entry here, some are exclusive to different people, I think I only have three people who can see every entry there is. Instead of doing what I did on the 101st blog entry where I highlight certain really cool entries I had in the past I'd rather talk about something that has bothered me by a bit, something that makes me realize what kind of person I am becoming)


I am young, I know that, I admit, no matter how much I want to grow up really fast I am still young. 20 years of life doesn't really constitute that I have enough experience to be considered old, or at the very least, mature. When I was a younger boy I had dreams, I wanted to be a fireman, an Indian chief, a Soldier, the President. I wanted to be a lot of things, I was younger and much more ignorant than I am now. Gaining more years of life I have dreamed more practical things, to be a journalist, to be a teacher, to be a writer. I actually tried a little for those roads, I have given up sometime between trying and beginning. I was young, I was ignorant, I had no idea what the world was like, I am grateful that I now know what kind of life there is for someone who quits and does not pursue such dreams, I am grateful to lose that ignorance. But I regret losing my dreams.

Imagine this universe, a box of endless possibilities everyday, imagine all of the things I could have done and could have been had I only acted upon these possibilities. But here I am reading web comics and posting replies to social networking sites, downloading games and funny pictures and pornography. Sending out resumes via the internet because the 500 pesos I have won't be enough for me to go to companies myself. I still haven't finished my clearance at the previous company I worked for because of issues that are caused by incompetence and laziness and irresponsibility. Everyday of my life seems like a repetition of yesterday where the only difference is the dates on my calendars and the level of my characters in the video games I play. Where have my dreams gone? What happened to my hopes and goals that have been reduced to getting a job and getting out of the house once in a while. What has become of me?

I know I have my dreams somewhere, I can feel the disappointment at myself for living a life of stagnation and idiocy. I feel the anger at myself for forgetting about what I should be doing to achieve my dreams. I am afraid of the tomorrow whether it would end this monotony for the better or for the worse for I do not know how to live a life other than this sensation of falling. Yes, I am no longer on the edge, I am falling from the cliff I myself jumped from, it is such a lengthy fall that the fear, the sadness, the curiosity and the boredom have been taking turns at me for several repetitions now. I have always thought I was grasping at the straws of security, I haven't realized the straws have ripped off long ago.

I have forgotten, forgive me, whoever may, or whoever would have the urge to, forgive me. I threw myself into the furnace and melted into a molten soul, fitted into a mold. I have become scared of my dreams as well ass used them as an excuse for incompetence and irresponsibility. I now fear judgement for I know it will be just, and I will be punished, if the burden I bear now is not punishment enough for my lies, misdeeds, evil thoughts and incompetence.

As I write this the rain has started to fall, and it reminds me of tears I will not allow myself to shed for myself. I may not be excused from this anguish, I refuse to provide myself relief from the pain. This is my pain and I deserve it, I shall make this the greatest day of my life, the acknowledgement of failure and pain and refusing to give the blame to anyone except myself.

Thank you for sharing this moment with me. My names are Ernest Jean Angeles, estongdakila, Jun Palma, and Cilva. I have spoken these words so you may slap me in the face or throw me a pail of cold water. I remember my dreams now, and I pray you never forget yours. Screw the World and it's walls, I have dreams, I shall live them.

Miss

15 November 2009

I hate being stuck at home. I feel like a bum. I'm not a bum. I'm a freelancer. That's a job.


I miss being at school. Not going to classes, just being at school. Hanging out with my buddies and talking nothingness. I miss Christine. I miss Jammin, I miss Roxanne. I miss everyone.

I miss drinking beer with my buddies. Drinking beer should always be with buddies. I want to treat the guys out for beer. A small group would be better than a big group.

I miss being respected for what I do and what I choose. I guess too many wrong decisions forfeit that right. I hate feeling like a burden.

I hate wanting to die. Wanting to die is as pointless as fearing death.

I miss being able to smoke at the sunken garden. I miss the smell of freshly cut grass. I miss jeepneys.

I miss nights at UP, where everything is beautiful.

I miss falling in love.

I hate having to go back at the office. I hate the way my old boss looks at me like I'm worthless. I hate knowing that she's right.

I hate the questions they ask me. When are you graduating. When will you be back at school. What are you doing right now. Where do you work. What does that mean. How much do you get for it.

Tell me if I suck. I'd love it. Affirm the belief I've had for years.

I hate this. I miss you.

Notepad Drama: Entry Number 3

02 November 2009

(Introduction to notepad Drama, aNG MgA eNTRy Dito Ay Mga ISinulaT ko NoOng NagTatRaBAho PA akO sA KolSeNtER sa LiBIs, NakAsAvE Ang Mga ITO sa aKing NotePad nOOn At Manu-Mano koNG KInopYA nunG NagReSayN Ako.)


Sa Paggapang ng mga ulap,
Sa Pag-iingat ng kulog na hindi magising ang kaluluwa sa purgatoryo ng pag-iisa
Sa Pagbabagong anyo ng apoy bilang kidlat.
Ako ay isang palakang naiwan sa latian.
Nagsasaya sa pawis ng langit,
Naghihintay ng kamatayang dala ng apoy na nagpapanggap na liwanag at susunog sa bawat patak ng dugo at laway sa aking katawan.

Gising tungo sa Bangungot

06 October 2009

Gising na yata ang mga mata ko sa dib-dib, isa isang tatanggalan ng muta, manu-manong bubuksan ang mga talukap. Oras na ng pagdungaw sa bangin, habang may hawak na payong at malakas ang hangin. Kailangan makita ng lahat ko ang bangin, at ang unti unting pagkahulog ng lupa patungo roon.


Sa paglalakad patungo sa bangin sinusugatan ako ng yelong lamig ng mga pinaslang, dulot ng pag aagawan sa iisang lupang pareho namang kanila, dulot ng pag aagawan sa mga bagay na kapwa hindi nila kailangan. Tumpok tumpok ng nabubulok na tao, namatay para sa rasong hindi katanggap tanggap sa mga mata sa aking dib-dib.

Sa paglalakad patungo sa bangin sinusunog ako ng apoy ng gutom at sakit, ng paghihirap at pagdurusa, ng mga alipin, mga biktima, mga sugatan, luhaan, at kapwa ko sinisilaban. Tumpok-tumpok ng nabubulok na buhay, tumataghoy sa mga bagay na pupwede namang hindi mangyari, sa mga sakit na sanay di na lang nadanas.

At Pagdating ko sa bangin idinungaw ko ang aking sugatang sunog na dib-dib, at pinamasid sa mga mata ko rito ang banging kumakain sa lupa, at habang ako'y nakadungaw, malakas ang hangin at may hawak na payong, paatras akong naglalakad na rin pagkat kinakain ang lupa kong kinatatayuan, isang banging parang bunganga ng impyerno, na lumalamon sa mundo. Habang sa paligid ko ang mga tao'y tinatapon ang isa't isa huwag lang mahulog. At tuwing lumalapit nang mapuno ang bangin ay lumalalim ito't lumalaki, tila nais gawing bangin ang buong mundo.

Tumpok-tumpok ng nabubulok na puso ang sumisingaw sa mundo, parang lason. Nagising ako sa bangungot ng tumpok tumpok na nabubulok na kung ano-ano, at pagising ko ang nakita ko'y ganung ganun pa rin. Bangungot ang mundo kong isinilangan.

O' Gabi

03 August 2009

O Gabi, ikaw na s'yang kumot ng dilim,

Yakap ng lamig,
at balot ng tahimik.
Itago mo ako
Sa iyong mga bisig,
Yakapin sa iyong dib-dib
Nang ako'y hindi na matakot.

O Gabi, ang puso ko'y humihiram,
Sa kapa mong itim
ng kaunting pagtago
Sa puso kong duwag
na may matapang na pag-ibig.

O Gabi, lunurin mo siya
Sa apoy ng aking payapa
at di mapaslang na pagkahimbing
sa kanyang ganda.
Na umaagaw ng liwanag sa iyong mga tala.

O Gabi, ikaw na sumumpa
Sa kaluluwa kong hilaw
Na mapain sa karagatan
ng mabangis na pag-ibig
Gabi-gabi'y nabibingwit,
at sa iyong pamamahinga,
muling pinawawalan,
para lamang madagit ulit,
sa iyong pagbabalik.

O Gabi, sakit man ito o lunas
pangako ko sa iyong iiwan,
Hindi hihimbing akong iyong isinilang
Hangga't ikaw ang Dumadatu sa Kalangitan.

Kay Malungkutin

26 July 2009

Naiinis ako,

Naiinis ako hindi dahil sa may mali kang ginawa, o dahil sa may napuna akong maling naganap, o dahil sa gusto ko lang mainis; ayoko sana mainis, kaso naiinis na nga ako, ano na magagawa ko, pero hindi ako sa'yo naiinis, naiinis ako sa ugali nangyayari sa'yo, sa ginagawa mo sa sarili mo.

Hindi ko alam kung ano ang dapat kong gawin, pakiramdam ko ay may dapat akong gawin, dapat kitang tulungan, payuhan, awayin na din siguro. Gusto kitang tulungan, pero paano naman kung ikaw lang ang may alam ng pinoproblema mo?

Hindi ko nga siguro maiintindihan ang hinahanap mo sa pagsasama, hindi ko nga siguro naiintindihan kung ano ang problema, hindi ako ikaw at hindi ko nakikita ang mundo sa mga mata mo, o inaalisa ito gamit ang isip mo. Ang meron ako ay ang mata ko lang at ang isip ko lang, pero meron din akong tainga, meron din akong bibig, pedeng makinig, at madalas nga'y kahit di mo naman hingin, o di mo man gustuhin, nagpapayo, nagtatanong, nagbibigay ng dahilan, depinsiyon, at paminsan-minsang solusyon.

Nakukulangan ka ba sa akin, sa kaniya, sa atin, sa pagsasama? Nawawala ba? Hinahanap mo ba? Hindi mo makita? Ayaw ba bumalik? Hindi mo alam kung paano pababalikin? Para kang nagyoyo na bumuhol yung pisi, maibabato mo, pero hindi gugulong pabalik.

Sabi ko magsabi ka, kasi pareho tayong hindi marunong. Hindi ka marunong mamroblema at di naman ako marunong kumilala ng problema ng iba, ilan beses ko ba dapat sabihing hindi ka nag-iisa?

Kaibigan mo ako, hindi dahil sa dineklara nating magkaibigan tayo, kundi dahil gusto kitang tao, at mabait ka sa akin. Kaibigan mo ako kasi gusto ko kaibigan kita, at hindi kita pwede maging kaibigan ng hindi mo rin ako nagiging kaibigan sa proseso, kaya umayos ka, tumayo ka d'yan, tigilan natin tong kadramahang ito at pagusapan natin ng matino.

Tae, akala ko ako na yung malungkutin. Tara na.

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13 July 2009

(Inaapropriate ba yung blog title? Wala, ganyan ang mundo ko ngayon, and I like it. Alam n'yo namang pag ganito ka walang kwenta at di pinag-isipan ang blog ko, malamang wala lang ako ma-blog. )

Pana-Ginaw


Dinudungaw ka ng mga mata kong pang dilim,
Ang Buwan ay niyayakap ng usok
na tumatabing sa mga bituin
Mulat pa ang mga mata'y naghihimbing na
sa iyong mga kamay.

Pinatutulog mo ako,
Dahil di makapaniwala ang isip
na hindi ka isang panaginip.

Nilulunod ng iyong kislap
Ang pag-iisa
Giniginaw ako sa init ng iyong kamay
Inaagaw mo ang aking puso
Kahit hindi ka malay
Nagagawa mo.

Makasa-Atin

21 June 2009

1
And damuhan sa umaga
Ay hindi naiiba
sa ating mga matang basa ng mga luha
Isang madaling araw sa nakaraan.

2
Ako ay hubad tulad ni Oble,
hubad, walang ni ano mang bahid
Ng Pagkahuwad
sa iyong mata.

3
Sama-sama tayong mag-isa
sama-sama tayong mag-isa
ulit-ulitin mo ulit,
ulit-ulitin mo ulit,

4
Sundan mo ang ilaw sa UP pag Gabi
Hanggang sa makita mo
ang sarili mong anino hinahabol ang likuran mo.

5
Nalulunod sa usok ng sariling sigarilyo
Ang estyudanteng nakaupo sa waiting shed,
Naghihintay.

 
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