the problem of over-intellectualization

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Don’t be afraid to turn back…

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Assessing the past months

• “I have the full absolute sovereign jurisdiction over this matter.”

It could have been better if he simply said, I am responsible for this. Oh, man of words, caught up in his own words. Thanks to the old and new gods who didn’t bestow me great intelligence, thus I am not thinking too much about things, especially on trivial things like him and his disciples. Moreover, I think “full absolute sovereign jurisdiction” is too embellish for a communication via text message. It made the words cheap likewise the sender’s intention. Additionally, you are not a piece of land Mister to proclaim sovereignty over events. And it could have been better also If I replied, “jejeje” or “LOL”, but I don’t like to deal with his art of deception. If you are professional enough, email is a basic means rather SMS Mister.

• She sways

She sways in great style: in both extreme sides. Like waves from the Pacific Ocean she can travel to Europe in an instant. I think “in both extreme sides” is an understatement, for she’s so great she can sway in all positions. She can babble about Locke while having Plato on her mind. Deceiving, indeed…

• GREEN

Green symbolizes self-respect and well being. Green is the color of balance. It also means learning, growth and harmony.

• Mentor says

Good working environment really matters so as one can perform in full excellence at work. If your place, table, computers, pens and notebooks, etc. are well provided by your employer what else is left to you but to work in utmost. And in every job, our workmates add spice to our daily lives. Your workmates, more often than not, become either your friends or foes. But my mentor taught me, we have neither friend nor foe at work, only collaborators. We were gathered in order to perform a goal for an institution. Our skills are being paid so you ought to carry out your tasks diligently.

• Partner

I never thought I would find another one but he is in different timeline. Please stop pampering me. Fuck my age, I wish I am 15 years older when I wake up tomorrow.

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A prayer

I pray that one day you would love someone so deeply, so madly, so truly, and ardently. You’ll think of her before you go to sleep. You’ll see her face even if you close your eyes. And when you wake up you long to be with her hastily. And I pray that you are strong enough when you meet her—strong enough to standstill if the chances take her away from you. What would you do? I am telling you, you would die praying in ages, whimpering to the old and new gods, to turn back the time when she was yours. And that she won’t come back.

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On Forgetting

I can only remember pieces,

in fragments.

I cannot say this is a shattered

dream, for I

don’t exactly remember if

I had a

dream about you.

__

The Sanctuarium holds the piece

of paper that I gave you.

Somewhere

in the middle of the Avenue,

you gave the same paper

and I buried it,

for memory’s sake.

But I don’t remember

what’s written on it.

My memories are slipping

and I am scared.

It seems that I have lived in

a memory which didn’t actually exist

— bizarre.

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And if one day, the time comes,

that I don’t remember

anything at all,

I want you to do me a favor—

forget about me too.

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Too Familiar Lines

Harry Burns: The first time we met, we hated each other.
Sally Albright: No, you didn’t hate me, I hated you. The second time we met, you didn’t even remember me.
Harry Burns: I did too, I remembered you. The third time we met, we became friends.
Sally Albright: We were friends for a long time.
Harry Burns: And then we weren’t.
Sally Albright: And then we fell in love.

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Kung pwede lang paki-usap…

Mamatay na lahat ng Jejemon!

..at sana kasama siya.

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ispageti

Nagluto ka na nga ng ispageti

naghahangad mabusog at ang kalusugan ni

Totoy, sinandok at isinubo mo pa,

Samantalang si totoy wala

pa lang balak kumaen at

tumitikim lang pala, mi hindi

pa nagawang mapasalamat ng loko.

Kitang-kita mo na umaawit

ng kasinungalingan ang labing namumula

sa sauce ng ispageti, natilamsikan

pa ang paborito mong saya

leche nagmantsa, at hindi

man lang nagawang humingi ng dispensa.

Gagawan mo pa sana siya ng disenteng tula,

ngunit nang makita mo ang maduduming kubyertos

at bandehado ng tirang ispageti,

Kembular,

Leche,

Putaragis,

Putangina naman magliligpit ka pa pala.

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For the one who is chasing…

In the Sunset they made Love

Once upon a time, there was the Sun, the Sea, and the Sand self-sufficiently shaping their existence around the ball of life. The Sea on her way trying to wrap all the good things around the globe met the forever passive Sand. The Sea touched the Sand but to her surprise the latter did not respond accordingly like the others. It amused the Sea; the non-response of the Sand made her more eager to touch the Sand repetitively, incautiously, and continuously. The Sea caressed the Sand sweetly and sincerely as she could. And due to the increasing current the Sea is producing the Sand became so vulnerable and allowed the former to flow all over him. The Sea thought her actions were effective but it’s not. The Sand’s reaction is just a manifestation of his passiveness—letting anyone to touch and drag him anywhere for he has no will to resist or even to submit himself to others. Eventually, the Sea realized how naive it is of her to believe that she can get hold of the Sand. The Sea cried in pain and frustration.

All this time, the Sun witnessed the struggles and unrequited affection the Sea is giving towards the Sand. But the Sun is too distant from the Sea, he could not understand well what the Sea is trying to depict with all her actions—it confuses him. And this confusion leads the Sun to make his ways to get close to the Sea but to no avail the course of nature is forbidding him.

Fortunately, the ball of life rolled and the time for the Sun to touch the Sea came. As the Sun gets closer to the Sea, he can’t help but see his reflection through her which made him fall for her even more. It was exactly an orange time, the Sun kissed the Sea. Eventually, the Sun’s light enveloped the Sea; and the Sea can no longer help herself but chase after the Sun’s glow. They both enjoyed the warm of the moment.

 This story has no happy ending for this story has no ending at all. The Sun knew well that the blissful time will surely end; and the Sea knew as well that the Sun, no matter how close it would look like, will always be a light year away from her. A Sun eternally longing to get close to the Sea and a Sea eternally chasing the Sun’s glow—A love which is eternally recurring…

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SHIT HAPPENS!

The impeachment trial goes on, the bar results were out, the Ash Wednesday have passed, the electric bills continue to costs each of us increasingly, and my taxi bill is counting…

SHIT HAPPENS.

Last days, it was hard for me. And today it’s still the same. But I don’t care anymore, like what if I don’t know this or that? It won’t make me less a man but more human. I am no God, I need people around me who can suffice my lacks. I am weak, indeed. I need the “others” who knows how to enjoy the supremacy over my weaknesses. But I don’t need those who are talking like a god, telling what is wrong with you, good at complaining, castigating your personality and yet in themselves they are nothing but a man of ALL-TALK. I realized, while walking on a street I was not familiar with and hoping not to get lost, I had enough of them. But they have the privilege to rant and fret just like what I am doing right now. Their “blessed” thoughts are valuable as much as Sartre’s notions. Let them articulate and I have to listen to them. I, instead, should always keep in mind that SHITS are everywhere (inescapable) and as a rational man what is most likely expected to do is not to step on SHITS—it  would do no good to both of us; If you step on a shit you would just destroyed it and make yourself dirty as well. Leave them as it is, and let the nature solve the issues of the poops.

O kaya ganito:

-Hoy Tao! Sabi ng Tae.

Nagulat si Tao at napa-atras nang makita si Tae.

-Subukan mo akong tapakan at ikaw rin ang magsisisi, ani ni Tae.

Maingat na naglakad si Tao ngunit hindi inaasahang natapakan pa rin niya si Tae.

-SHIT! Bulalas ni Tao.

Nilinis ang talampakang nabahiran ng dumi.

Ang tunay na Tao lilinisin DAW ang naka-kalat na Tae.

Ngunit sa palagay ko ay hindi tama, hangga’t hindi naman nagmula sa iyo ang dumi.

MIND YOUR OWN SHIT!

Isa pa, bakit ko lilinisin ang Tae kung may ibang nilalalang na nakikinabang dito,

ang langaw halimbawa.

Aso rin pala minsan.

Ngunit tandaan mo Tao tayo at hindi langaw;

Langaw lang ang tumatangkilik sa Tae,

kaya sa ayaw at gusto natin, kapag may pagkakataon, nililigpit natin ang dumi.

Ikalawa, sa totoong buhay masarap maglabas ng SHIT,

Pero kapag nakita mo na, nakakainis diba?

Kaya nga may konsepto ng “flush” ‘wag kang mag-alala.

Ikatlo, SHITS ARE EVERYWHERE!

Hindi ka man maka-apak ng Tae ng aso, pusa, kalabaw o ng Tao

Sa lahat ng pagkakataon maari kang mahulugan

ng Tae ng butiki sa kisame o ibon na nasa puno.

Ang kalikasan ang nagtatakda ng SHITS na ito,

Mahirap labanan ang likha ng kalikasan,

SHIT HAPPENS…

–Hoy Tae!

 

(Thoughts while on a cab from Megamall to Strata 2000, Ortigas and my taxi bill is worth P157.50. SHIT HAPPENS!)

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