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RE-POST. Miss it much. :)

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 22:38:58 +0000

Ang tula na inyong mababasa ay isinulat ni Tere, the shoe shine girl from Recto. Ang paborito niyong mangtataho ng balot sa bawat sulok ng planetang Pluto.

"Si Inday"

Wala ka na bang ibang alam gawin,
maliban sa tumingin ng tumingin?
Maari ba kitang lapitan at tanungin,
kung sino ka at saan ka nanggaling?
Nakatitig ka nga bang talaga sa aking kinakain?
Alin ang gusto mo, yung ulam o yung kanin?
May hawak ka pa man ding manga,
at talagang ako'y iyong napapatawa.
Paano ka kakain niyan ng walang bagoong?
Paumanhin, subalit hindi 'yan isang talong.
Oh, bakit ka biglang napangiti?
Natutuwa ka ba na ika'y naglilihi?
Bakit ka ba napadpad rito,
may dinadalaw ka bang tao?
At may mga kasama ka pa pala!
Isang batalyon kayo ng mga tanga.
Sumagot nga kung sino sa inyo,
ang pumatay sa aso ni Mang Pedro!
Ang bantay nang aming tahanan,
na tila nahulog mula sa kalangitan.
Wala siyang pakpak at di siya lumilipad,
subalit matalino siya at marunong maglakad.
Hindi ko lubusang maisip kung bakit siya ginapos.
Alam kong siya ay maginoo, subalit may pagka bastos.
Nagpapatrolya sa baranggay kahit tinatamad,
umiihi sa poste at rumarampang nakahubad.
Mahal na mahal siya ng aming kapitbahay,
wala silang anak at laging matamlay.
Nung isang araw sinamahan ko sila sa ospital,
tsek-up pa nga lang sila'y napagastos na ng mahal.
Malubha na daw ang kanilang sakit,
tulungan kaya sila ng Diyos nating mabait?
Para sa operasyon kailangan nila ng pera,
pero di na kumikita ang kanilang perya.
Sabi ng doktor di na magtatagal ang kanilang buhay,
ilang araw na lang hinihintay para matapos ang hukay.
Ililibing na muli namin ang mga panibagong bangkay,
tiyak na magkakapera nanaman sa sugalan si Inay.
At ako nanaman ang maaiwan upang maglinis ng tahanan.
Makikipaglaro nanaman ang mga daga sa basurahan.
Hindi ko sila hahayaang makatakas,
sa kanila ko uubusin ang aking lakas!
Hahabulin ko sila kahit saan sila tumakbo,
kahit umabot ako sa lungga kung saan sila nagtatago.
Dadaanan ko ang bawat sulok ng poso negro,
tatahakin ko ang daanan nilang madilim at mabaho.
Kaya bigla kong natandaan ang aking pagkabata,
madami akong kaibigan at palagi akong masaya.
Patay na nga nung panahon na iyon si Ninoy,
ngunit nakahanap kami ng bagong liwanag kay Pandoy.
Wala itong kinalaman sa ating gobyerno,
hindi nila kamaganak si Presidente Arroyo.
Hindi ko sadya ang mga kurakot na politiko.
Nais ko lang magsulat ng husto dito.
At ngayon ako'y magpapaalam na,
ubos na ang oras at ako'y mawawala na.
Kailangan ko nang bumalik sa aking katinuan,
bago matulog magpapalit ako ng punda ng unan.
Marahil kayo ay nagtataka kung ano'ng aking pinagsasabi.
Pasensya na po kayo, ganito lang talaga ako pag gabi.
Nung isang araw nga pala may pinakilala si Mimay,
isa siyang babae at pangalan... ay Inday.

Paalala: Hindi po ako gumamit ng ipinagbabawal na gamot. Lalo naman pong hindi ako nasobrahan sa taho at balot. Wala din po kaming pagkukunan ng madyik mashroom. Hindi rin naman po ako nakakilala ng gwapong lalake ngayon sa Quantum. Nais ko lang subukan ang aking talento. At abah, nakabuo nga ako ng kwento. By the way, I'm not really related to Inday. I just thought of it as a nice name. Angal?

HAIKU OF A FILIPINO STUDENT

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 12:14:20 +0000

Live life, rise now to the occasion.

Tomorrow, it won't be an option.

~theresea

Twist?

Tue, 07 Apr 2009 13:36:10 +0000

This fate that we share, we can't really figure out how twisted it can get. What we do know is that, at this moment, what we share is all the same. We breathe the same air, we stand on the same grounds. We live for what we believe is our truth. Each morning, we wake up, fingers crossed to win the day's game. Dominance. Submission. Let's both admit that we are evil of greater degree. Okay, so I do. I will. I am. But, we shouldn't have a problem with that.This isn't wonderland, this our very own world wherein such a sadist-masochist love affair blooms. Sugar-coated words and phrases cease to exist as we stumble and pain ourselves with thorns. We are, after all, in refusal to give in to what they say that our love is bound by sweet nothings. It is more likely that through pain, we get by a lot of things as we become numb in different ways. In our own perspective. So maybe, this is our truth. This is how we kill ourselves to the world all for the sake of establishing something that we can call our own. Something we can hold on to. Or do we have it at hand? Or is it beyond our reach? When you look around, people say that it can only end with disaster. Hmm. Tragic? Catastrophic? Dum dum dum. Dum dum dum. Whatever it is, I'll be fine as long as I got you by my side. I'd hold your hand, squeeze it tight. 'cause even if they say that it will end with a disaster, well, I say, "Let's roll."

FIGHTO-OH!

Thinking Of You, Always.

Tue, 17 Mar 2009 20:09:24 +0000

Pardon me again for my randomness. I can't think of anything else right now except for the man who owns my heart. I must really be in love. Yeah, I guess I am. He is in the hospital right now. Dengue. So sad. I can't be there for him now that he needs me.. the most. All I can do is to pray for his health. Pray for a quick recovery. Pray that God sends him my love tonight as he sleeps. It's his first time spending the night inside the hospital. Wish I was there to give him strength. On Saturday, I will fly home to Manila to meet him. I want to take care of him so badly and I miss him like crazy. I want to hold him tight and never let go. I wish we could be together forever and not just for two months. The whole of summer vacation isn't even long enough. Sigh, it just isn't.

To Boffill,

While writing, I am guided by my love. I am reminded of each and every moments that we have. I am reminded that you are my love. I look back, I smile, Co, you are all that I have. You are my inspiration, the thought of you helps me get by such long and rough days. You are a blessing, you are my blessing, there isn't much to say for I am thankful in many ways. I thank God that He chose me to be your wife. Needless to say, you are now my life. You are the image of God's perfection. You are my light, my only direction. I may come up with reasons to leave you, but I would be meaningless then without you. Spare me a touch of your affection so surely I would know. That you love me just as much as I love you so.

Tonight, I feel so empty. My worries are killing me. I love him so much and I am hopeful that nothing would go wrong. Nothing should, actually. Wish, wish, wish. Everything would go smooth. Pray, pray, pray. He will get well pretty soon. Now, I think the best thing for me to do is to go back to sleep. G'dnight. With much love, with much care.

10 DAYS

Tue, 10 Mar 2009 04:31:18 +0000

10 more days and we'll be together again, Manila. 10 more days and I will be loved yet again. 10 more days. Just 10 more days. I wish each day would just pass me by.. swiftly. I miss you, home. I just miss you like crazy.

MEMORIES

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 05:52:53 +0000

I won't be needing seventeen years,
Just to realize mistakes I've done.
I'm hoping to break it all in pieces.
I'm wishing that they'd all be gone.

Yet I remain anxious and worried,
Touched with a fear I do not understand.
I am frantic to regain my awareness,
But with care as I do not want to offend.

There is no need for an abrasive approach.
I'm telling you now, life isn't greek to me.
Emotions are still, desires are all the same.
Era to era, they carry on the same story.

The memories of their hardship;
The very memory they were deprived to protest.
The memories of the quaint and the curious;
Their hearts and minds failed their own test.

YOUR MIND

Fri, 13 Feb 2009 02:18:52 +0000

Nagiisip lang nga ako ngayon. Nothing in particular. Just random ranting. Minsan nga, naiisip natin na may mga bagay na hindi na dapat tinatanong. May mga bagay na hindi na dapat inaalam. Pero habang buhay naman tayong magiisip ng sagot. Minsan mapapasindi ka na lang ng sigarilyo. Habang hinihithit mo yung Marlboro Lights Gold, madami ka na talagang inaassume. Assuming ka naman nun! Paano ka pa kaya magpapabango ng pangalan mo? Ang baho mo na talaga, eh. Ang baho na ng tingin ng tao sa'yo. Yung pangalan mo, malayo pa lang at kahit binubulong napakasangsang na. Hindi mo maintindihan kung anong klaseng pagtootoothbrush sa pagkatao mo ang kailangan mo gawin para matanggal yung cavity. Kasi kahit tumitig ka sa sink, at nakita mong sumasabay na siya sa agos ng tubig pababa, matatauhan ka na ikaw lang naman nakakakita nun. Hindi yun nakikita ng ibang tao. Subukan mo magtinda ng drugs. O hindi ba't iisipin nila na durugista ka rin? Maghuhugas kamay sila, kahit sila bumili at gumamit. Wala ka talagang takas, eh. Kahit ilang beses ka pa magpalit ng damit. Sa katapusan ng araw, kapag tumingin ka sa salamin, makikita mo pa rin yung malaking L sa noo mo. Hindi mo yun kakayanin. Kasi sa araw araw ng buhay mo, inaraw araw rin nila ang pag-ukit diyan sa noo mo. Tapos napapakunot ka na lang sa gigil, WA'Y KLARO MAN NING MGA AMAW NA NI OI. Akala mo ba may mararating ka sa ganyan? Kailangan magsalita ka. Biniyayaan ka ng bibig para magsalita. 'wag yung hanggang isip ka lang. Ang bagsak mo niyang puro imahinasyon eh hallucinations. Kakanta na lang tayo ala Rihanna ng Disturbia. Bam bam bi ram, bam ba biram bam. Hindi nga lang ako magnanakaw sa gabi, sa dilim. Baka galit si Chris Brown sa buang? Gikulata si Rihanna kay na-buang. Basta, ang alam ko, LINTIK LANG! LINTIK LANG TALAGA! ANG WALANG BALOS.

BEAUTIFUL MESS

Sun, 01 Feb 2009 18:34:16 +0000

I find it rather awe-inspiring when someone quotes that having met me is such a beautiful mess. I must admit that I used to think of being someone else. I'd be by the window each night hoping to catch a glimpse of a shooting star and wish for a different life. When I pray, I'd include questions like, "Had I not been created this way, would I still be ignored by people I cherish the most?" Back then, to some heads, I was invincible. It was as if they saw me as someone loaded with an unsurmountable expanse of wits and guts. It never got to me, though, since to most of the people around me, I was invisible. Every single day of their lives, they live it phasing out the truth of my existence. No recognition whatsoever was claimed for my prudence and audicity. I was, and had always been, a nobody. I never thought of being someone. Then one day, I came to my realization that God made me this way so that my distinct features would not cease to be lucid. I thought to myself, hey, maybe I am unique. So one day, I got along with everybody else and everybody else got along with me. Awe-inspiring, indeed it is, to acquire so much affection from people around you. I'm happy, I know. For now, I am. Life isn't so smooth after all. It's always best to know that when you trip over caused by your own stupidity, someone would be there to help you get up. And through all that, there's that satisfactory feeling you get when you see each other smile.

Hanging Questions

Sat, 24 Jan 2009 09:03:49 +0000

Affection, attachment, and the vague impression of love. I was trying to fight it, but eventually, I just gave in. It was quick, yes, and quite painful as well. I wasn't prepared for it. Come to think of it, I was never prepared for anything like it. I'm not stressing myself over the situation. I'm just raving to recover some sanity, and hopefully, that'd help me compose myself. Agony and anxiety; such emotions are pierced through my heart as of this moment. It isn't greek to me though. No, not at all. I've been through the same situation before. I'm sure, yes, I won't be able to cast it away if I don't cry it out loud and fight it. So the saying goes, the faint heart never won the fair lady. I just wish that I was a lot more stronger and wiser than I am right now. See, here's the thing: I NEVER LEARNED FROM MY MISTAKES.

... Now I'm left hanging with one question, "Will I ever learn?"

Disturbed

Thu, 15 Jan 2009 15:09:15 +0000

Staring blankly at the screen, various thoughts come creeping through my mind thus putting myself into different situations. I find myself indulging with thoughts of Grecko-Roman. However, I suddenly realize that I don't speak Greek. I speak Inuit and dance with the Dawn Bears. I live in an igloo and I hang my heart from the top of the inukshuk. The only thing that bothers me is your presence. I see your shadow from far away. I hear your whispers. The goal was to hunt down my heart. To root, to tear apart and burn into ashes. I hid myself. In my solitude, there was only silence that brought me comfort. It was a long, rough evening. The climate grew colder and colder each second I felt you becoming too close to where I was. I sense you are near. I close my eyes. Morning came and the rest was history for me. I congratulate you. The hunt is over and my time has come. You now hold my heart, and I will continue to stare blankly at the sky. I will be wishing that someday you'd hang my heart back on top of that inukshuk erected near the lake not far away from the village. That village where I first had a glimpse of you. When my heart started to beat disturbingly.