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On Forgetting
Posted in Personal, SAY IT!, When Anxiousness Attacks, tagged Eternal Recurrence, Memories, tumutulaako? on April 23, 2012| 1 Comment »
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.
ispageti
Posted in Personal, SAY IT!, tagged Care, Failure, tang-ina this!, tumutulaako? on March 21, 2012| 1 Comment »
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.
SHIT HAPPENS!
Posted in POST-Sartre, SAY IT!, When SHE travels, tagged Care, Eternal Recurrence, Jean-Paul Sartre, Life, SHIT!, tang-ina this!, tumutulaako? on March 1, 2012| Leave a Comment »
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!)
Shambolic like the raindrops
Posted in SAY IT!, When Anxiousness Attacks, When SHE travels, tagged Life, Music, Poem, tumutulaako? on February 13, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Tiny little raindrops in the
windowpane hide her sadness
from the tittering scenery outside.
She wiped the glass but still blurred
la-la-la they sing
happily as a lark even the rain falls.
Skipping strings and falling dreams
tuned in gloomy
monochrome tired her eyes
as the music flies.
The rain soaked her mind of firefly smiles
and flowers of the summer which were beyond her recall.
But her heart swam in the hues of solace
as she hugged her pillow tight enough to fight the cold.
La-la-la-la the rain sings,
she hopes to wake up with a rainbow in her soul.
She hopes…
Ang Umaga ko Noon
Posted in From the Trash, SAY IT!, tagged Life, Time, tumutulaako? on January 11, 2012| 5 Comments »
Alas Singko Y Medya
ang tunay na oras ng pagtilaok ng manok,
kasabay ng pagtawag ng magtataho
sa mga batang pupungas-pungas,
habang ang amoy ng bawang
sa sinangag ng kapitbahay
ay naglalakbay sa buong siyudad
at ang almusal ay ang mga usal ni Nanay
patungkol sa pandesal.
Ang bata sa hapag
ay may matang malayo sa pagmulat ngunit
tiyak nadinig
ng tainga ang pagsikat ng araw.
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