Bagong Tasà

Hindi ako gumamit nung pantasang de ikot. Hindi rin ako gumamit nung pantasang kamay ang mag-iikot sa lapis. Sinubukan kong gumamit ng cutter, o kaya naman kutsilyo pero wala akong panahong makipaghanapan sa kanila. Kaya tingnan nyo naman ang nangyari - ngipin ang napagdiskitahan. Yun lang kasi ang nandyan. Anong masasabi mo sa bagong tulis na ito? (Bago katayin, paturo naman kung pano hiwain...salamat.)

Ilang Talang Patapon

sa malayong kawalan,
naiwan ang laman;
malapit nang pagpyestahan
Ng buwitreng daraan.

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Sa mesa'y inihimlay,
ang tasang nangangalay
sa mga halik ng lumbay
Na pait ang kasabay.

At kutsara'y nahulog,
alingawngaw ang tunog;
Kapiling na natulog
ang lamig na dumulog.

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himig ma'y mapupulot
sa tinig na nagdulot,
'pag awit ay naudlot,
hindi na mahahablot.

Happiness is Not Here

It is when times like these that I would really appreciate you being around.


You are the creamer in my coffee life, balancing out its extreme bitterness. You are that extra kick of sugar that wakes me up, reminding me every now and then that I am far from the end of my sea of things to do.


You were always the one to accomplish things first and I was always the last. All those times, I haven't given up just because of the fact that you were there, waiting for me to finish until you decided to sleep. And even when you already left for bed, I struggle to move on because, though I have never told, you inspired me in more ways than one. Then again the scenario was often like this: you finish first and sleep last, and I, the other way around, sleep first and putting up work for the early morning hours. Yet I had been able to untangle myself from the web of work and precious time for so many times because I was waiting for you to wake up and ask me how's my cramming going and then we go to the same class afterwards. I guess, you had been some kind of divine interference to my laziness that stretched every haunting second waiting to catch me on deadlines. I made it out alive often and I could never thank you enough for being there to celebrate or to mourn with me.


Ever since I left, I guess we had our new, separate lives. It has been good for both of us since we wanted to be where we are right now. But good cannot always be equated to happiness. I know you are happy. But as for me, I am just starting to fit myself in a new life. Sooner or later I can come close to the amount of happiness and contentment from the choices I made like the ones you have right now. And I can't wait for that, especially now that I am dealing with this fear that we are growing apart. Yes, no matter how much we deny or try to deny, we are growing apart. I am scared of losing every connection we have. I am scared of running out of words to say and stories to tell in case we meet again. I am scared of finding out one day that we are just two people who had been friends. But really, I am just scared of losing you. I am still standing here because you have walked with me through life in a couple of semesters, which is by the way, an awfully long time. If it is only true that fear itself is the only thing to be afraid of, then I am happy to be wrong.


Now that I have yet again traded sleep for coffee, silence of early morning and brain cells pulsating to cram, I look around and realize that this is another web of work and precious time I have to untangle myself from. I guess you're not going to get out of bed any minute now, ask me how my cramming is and go with me to the same class with me afterwards. I just wish that you would, even just for a second.


It is during times like these whe I do hate the fact that you cannot be around.




(musta naman ang grammar? tagal ko nang di nakasulat sa english.)

Isang Gabi Sa Loob ng Puting Bahay

Nasa isa tayong police encounter sa loob ng puting bahay kagabi. May babaeng medyo mataba na mukhang lesbiana ang nagtatago sa ikalawang palapag. Mabilis na nanguna ang mga pulis, inakyat ang babae at tinutukan ito ng baril. Pumunta naman ang babae sa isang silid at nagtangkang harangan ang isang cabinet na may dalawang pintuang nakakadena ang mga hawakan. Kundi ba naman siya isang malaking hangal. Syempre di naman din ganun katanga ang mga pulis at nahuli rin siya matapos ang ilang minuto nitong pagpupumiglas. Inalis na sa eksena ang babae.


Binaklas ng isang officer ang kandado't kadena ng cabinet. Hinalungkat niya ang mga gamit sa loob. Binaligtad ang mga t-shirt na puro kulay puti. Nang di makita ang hinahanap, binuksan naman ang mga drawer sa bandang kanan. Hinawi niya ang mga plastik at kurdong nakakakalat sa loob nito. At doon, tumambad ang iyong munting kulay pilak na katawan. Buong-buo ka pa rin, mula screen hanggang ang kakaiba mong kwadradong buton sa ilalim nito. Inabot ka sa akin ng pulis na di ko na rin maalala ang mukha sa ngayon. Sa wakas nagkita na ulit tayo.


Binalot ko sa iyo ang aking mga daliri na para bang wala nang ibang makakahawak sa yo kung hindi ako. Sinabi na nga bat kaya hindi ako lubusang nawalan ng pag-asa sa pagkawala mo. Babalik ka pa. Tiningnan kita nang buong saya at kinurot-kurot ko na rin ang aking pisngi habang nakapikit para masiguradong hindi ako nanaginip. Minulat ko ang aking mga mata. Nasa kamay pa rin kita. Isang laksang sama ng loob at iba pang mabibigat na pakiramdam ang tumakas sa king dibdib. Dumating na rin ang isang mapalad na araw na pinakahihintay ko mula pa noon sunud-sunod na kamalasang inabot ko pagsapit pa lang ng Hunyo.


Bumukas ang pinto ng kuwartong kinalalagyan natin ng mga pulis. Matinding liwanag ang nagpakita sa likod nito.


Wala naman na talagang mga pulis na makakatulong pa sa pagkawala mo. Wala naman na talagang ganoong enkewentrong mangyayari para lamang makuha ka pa. Ang meron lang ay ang umagang sing linaw ng liwanag na lumabas sa pintuan, na gigising sa kin mula sa isang masamang panaginip. Isang katotohanan ang sumalubong sa king pagmulat: hindi na tayo ulit magkikita.

Rambutan

May ibang tao,
pinpukpok pa ito para mabuksan.
Di niya alam,
pipisilin lang sa daliri
ang malalambot na krayom nitong balat.
Hihigupin agad ang sabaw sa loob nito,
at sa ibabaw ng kamay na nagbukas.
Mas maganda kung tuklapin.
Maihihiwalay sa buto
ang malamig nitong laman
na siyang pupukaw sa uhaw
ng ngiping ngumunguya dito.


Nunit higit sa lahat,
ang pinakahihintay ko
sa bawat balat at buto
na pupuno sa aming plastik na puti -
ang mga maiiwang ngiti
ng mga matatamis na bibig
at mga daliring nagsasalu-salo
sa metaporang iniwan nito
habang nakahain sa gitna
nitong bilog naming binubuo.

Kwerdas Patatas

Ikaw,


Hindi ko alam kung paano 'to sisimulan pero gagawin ko na rin. Alam mo bang sa tuwing sumusulat o tumutugtog ka ng sarili mong kanta o kahit sa iba, pinipikit ko ang aking mga mata? Pinakikinggan ko ang bawat linya na para bang inaalay mo sa akin ang bawat nota (kahit alam nating hinahabi mo lang ang mga ito para sa pakikinig ng mga dyosa). Tuwing kumukumpas ang hangin sa saliw ng iyong pagtugtog, pati diwa ko'y natatangay na rin,hanggang sa makalimutan kong isa lamang pala akong mortal - namumulot ng tira-tirang himig na nahulog mula sa langit. At sa pag hagod ng pinagdugtong-dugtong na tunog sa aking tenga, alam kong patapos ka na naman ng panibagong kanta.


Ako.

Random Thoughts in Taglish

I think I'm one of those people who refuse to grow up. No, not because I'm always mistaken as a freshman student or that I still watch cartoons. Maybe it's because I don't know how i will deal with things that 'adult' life has to offer - jobs, romantic relationships, money matters, etc. I like things the way they are for me right now. I like my messy, unorganized yet happy, academic kind of life as of the moment (wow, grammatically correct pa ba to? ). But eventually (and hopefully) I will have to graduate, get a job, take care of my parents and sisters and all that. Yes, like everyone else, I will grow up. But hey, I still officially have 2 years of student life. I just wish I can make the most out of it.



Ok, tama na ang english englishan. Ano nga ba ko ngayon? Basta, isa lang akong normal na estudyante na walang ibang pangarap kundi ang maging isang manunulat. pwede na rin maging prof sa uplb pero ibang kwento na yun. Isang malaking problema: hindi na naman ko nagsusulat. bakit ang tamad ko ngayon, bakit?! marunong pa ba ko? hay nako, wag kayong maniwala sa mga testi. pero promise, magbabagong buhay na ko. magsusulat na ko ulit. sasama na ko sa morning walks. para bago man lang ako mamatay, masasabi kong mamamatay akong sinusubukang maabot ang pinakamatindi kong pangarap (naks, drama!).



tama na tong kalokohan na to. pagkabasa nyo nitong tungkol sa kin at kaibigan nyo pa rin ako, salamat ng marami. :)



(p.s.: at kung ikaw si bambam o grammar sensitive na tao, message mo na lang sa kin yung corrections. i'll be happy to edit this para sa yo)

Unblocking

Wala akong masulat. Sabi ni Sir Dennis di daw totoo yung writer's block. E anong tawag nya dito? Kahit isang metapora di ako makagawa. Ni isang maiksing tula di ko man lang mailagay sa papel. Eto ba ang taong nangangarap maging writer, hindi nagsusulat?


Bakit nga ba ko nagkaganito?


Maraming dahilan; Maraming akala, mga akalang merong tayong koneksyon (kahit invisible lang.) Matagal ko ring inisip kung may mapapala ba ko sa pag-isip sa yo sa gabi, sa pagtanong-tanong ng mga bagay tungkol sa yo sa mga kaibigan mong kaibigan ko rin. Halos mamaga nga daliri ko kaka hanap ng pinakabago mong post sa friendster para lang may malaman akong bago sa 'yo. Yun pa rin ang malaking tanong, may napapala ba ko? Wala. Hindi talaga pwedeng lumikha ng mga bagay mula rin sa wala. Dahil sa totoo lang, wala naman tayong koneksyon. Nasobrahan lang siguro ko ng nood ng mga korean melodramas at nahawaan na ng paniniwala sa destiny. Ayoko nang kilalanin ka sa pamamgitan lang ilang mga tanong na di ka naman seryoso pag sinasagutan mo. Ayoko na ring mag-flood ng bulletin board. Titigilan ko na muna siguro ang panonood ng korean movies, nakakahilo na ang pagbabasa ng mga subtitles. Tama, isa ka lang subtitle sa linguahe buhay ko. Ayaw na kitang basahin. Marami pa kong salitang dapat matutunan.


Yan, may nasulat na ko. Tama nga si sir. Sabihin mo lang na wala kang masulat, may masusulat ka na. Tinanggal ko lang to sa isip ko. Sa susunod, hindi na ko magsusulat ng tungkol dito.

Baler

Happy New Year. Check this out: http://www.batangbaler.net/dictionary.html

Introspection After 2 Bottles of Beer

I am supposed to follow my last post with the ones about my adventures with irvin a couple weeks ago but I'm not in an exactly reliable mood right now. I can't even rememebr what happened during that time. All I know is that I amh a parasite, leaving my own tootbrush and bath towel in every house of close friends I have here in LB.

Moving on, there's a big news for today. No, we already know about FPJ's unexpected death. It's practically all over the place. Aside from the fact that I was able to submitt my CRAMMED eng101 papers, the chance to do/ see my favorite things/people before another day dawned again made me really really happy:

• abby leaving a merry christmas note on our door
• spending last day of classes with quel, blythe and ilia
• bottles of sanmig lgiht
• bugong
• new readings and novels in eng101 (secret lang to)
• si ..... (charing!)
• blog, blog and friendster

Anyway,now that I know that I'm not making any sense at all,.I'm going to stop this. I'm too intoxicated to even edit this post. I want to sleep right now so bad that I wouldn't mind dozing off in the sofa somhwere in beside the entrance f this computer shop. I want to lie down on the floor and close my eyes.

Laslty, though I'm tipsy at themoment, a can't help but post this.

"Atttachment is the source of suffering." - noel quoted from another author.

Abangan After Pasko: Pano Maging Parasite After Christmas Break.

Pag Nabago Ang Luma at Naluma Ang Bago

Ilang linggo akong nag tyaga sa 1 cup rice kada meal para lang sa isang pares ng pangarap kong sapatos, yung kulay bazooka bubble gum. Akalain mo nga namang nang dumating ang pinaka aasam-asam kong pagkakataon - ang sapatos na pink sa king harapan, kulay beige ang binili ko.

May isang semester na rin akong nagsusulat, nag-iisip at natutulala dahil sa isang yosing nagpapanggap na tao (yuck, mushy). Isang linggo ko ring pinag-isipan at (akalang) napagdesisyunan na tigilan na ang kahibangang nabanggit. Akalain mo nga namang kanina, kung kailan di na ko nawawala sa direskyon pag namamataan ko sa malayo - nagkasalubong kami , napansin ko tuloy na bago yung polo nya at para na naman akong tren na nadiskaril sa riles.

Halos isang taon na tong blog ko. Ilang buwang archives na rin ang nandito. Isang linggo na kong nagpupumilit na maging "kabasa-basa" man lang sa ibang tao ang lecheng blog na to, kaya nga bumabalik pa rin ako dito sa abode para makagawa man lang kahit isang maayos na post. Akalain mo nga namang trenta minutos na ko dito dala ang mga ideyang halos amagin na, itong walang kapararakang kompsisyon ang mapopost sa blog ko para sa isang madlang hindi naman talaga magbabasa.

Sabi ko naman sa inyo, sa pasko ko na maayos to.

Abangan: Pano Maging Parasite Part I

Hell (Second) Day, And Classes Are Not Even Formally Starting

I thought yesterday was bad enough - first day of classes, sembreak hang over and all that laziness crap. But no, today is far worse, because yesterday at least, I got to hang out with my favorite people in LB till late night.

Things that made this day like hell for me:

• After 3 days of exhausting enlistment and teacher/adviser hunt to fill my from26, I'm not yet enrolled. Today, I ran all the way from HUM bldg. to ACCI after my psy148 class only to find out the moment I got there that it had "just" closed [dammit, I still have to keep this huge amount of money with me, I hate it].
• Friendster Maintainance day again, argh!
• I've only been with people I know during lunch at IRRI aroung past 12nn to past 1pm. During the rest of the day, I was wandering around the campus. My mind was also wandering to who knows where that I can't even remember what significant things I did aside from lunch and my three, widely gapped classes.
• This guy I had a crush on last semester, I just found out that he's married. To add up to that, the girlfriend of my LTS1 "loveteam" is my dorm mate and I'm still wondering why I had that "missed call" from her. But really, I'm just bugged up from these whole petty issues with the opposite sex because I didn't have a single, decent interaction with the guitarman today. But then again, I'm confused with this weird feeling that I only continue to like him for the mere satisfaction out of spying. Pathetic isn't it? I'm always a failure in being a hopeless romantic.
• My cellphone's battery barely serves its purpose unless attached to the charger (which apparently, one of the things I lack in my new room at women's). I've always tried my best to please my parents for them to buy me a new cellphone battery. I try my best at school, I do my sisters projects and assigments (i.e.: "overnight" bookreports and html programming by hand, as in written on paper - though it's against my will), I do everything they say with the least complaints. Other kids ask for Nokia 72 somethings without ther effort of proving that they deserve it, but they still get it. What about me? I only wanted a battery, a working one. And let's not mention about my sister who has an 8210, telephone and TV in her bedroom but not a least bit interested in studying. She's the one who asks me to do assignment and projects for her to be passed the next day, the one whom I should always obey because otherwise my mom would be furious and starts shouting "magkano ka ba?" at me all over again. This is not a classic case of sibling rivalry, it does not even fall to that category - this is another level and I can't even tell you a term for it.
• I promised myself that I would make my blogposts short and readable by any person other than myself, but I have failed again.
• Lastly, I'm having this notion again that I forgot how to write. My grammar (coherrence, tenses, SV agreement, etc.) sucks, both in english and in filipino. I don't want to ask this but, do I only have the passion for writing and fail to have the skill needed for it?

That pretty much sums up my day. It sucks. This is the worst second day of classes that I ever had.

Ynna, I Am Still Struggling For The Right Words

I can't write. I can't sleep. I can't even close my eyes. No, I'm not blaming you though I would never agree with you taking your life away just like that. It's just that up to this point in time everything still seems to be surreal. When I wake up in the morning and had a thought of you, it would take seconds for the fact that you're gone to completely sink in into my consciousness. Then at some moments I would have this horrible choking reminder that you would never come back- some eerie song in my head, sick feeling in my stomach and a drowning sadness that makes it harder to breathe, like the belt that took your last gasp of air was also creeping its way to my own neck. We really didn't get to talk much this semester and at times I would like to blame myself for not even saying a goddamn email to know if you're ok. I thought that we'd still see each other this coming semester like everybody else I didn't even say hello to during the sembreak. I never thought that it would come down to this. I thought that everything was alright for you since college started. You never even mentioned that you felt that low enough for you to hang yourself on the staircase. But who am I to tell? Who am I to blame you or us? I still find it hard to put all these in to words, like some kind of invisible force is pushing me into denying that you're dead.

I came to you're wake again. I saw you once again behind the glass cover of your coffin. You seemed to be smiling. I've been staring for so long that I thought I saw your chest move. I wanted stare at you for so long, as if I'm expecting you to open you're eyes, take a deep breath and get out of that coffin. I didn't pray like the others. I didn't even shed a tear like those I have shed the moment they said you have slipped away. I just looked at you and with all my might, wished that you and all of us around could be wide awake and up from this nightmare any moment now...

To The Man On The Moon

The sky went a deeper shade of black.
Clouds were swept away.
You faced the heavens in such a majestic way.
Frosty white light went seeping through,
the unfathomable depths of your being
And you saw the stars -
You picked them out one by one
And made jewels for your head.
The clear stillness of the sky
Got carried away
By the softness of your glow
And all the twinkling beauty around you.
Where does that leave me?
Here I am, hidden beneath a cloud -
one of the clouds that you swept away.
I never became part of the sparkles
That made you all the more complete.
So perhaps I'll just let myself slip
Away from the grip of the dark sky
Soar down against the clouds,
Against the wind
And fall not into you craters
But on the face of the sleeping earth -
the only one willing enough to recieve me.

Senglot (At Nahuli Ako Ni Tatay)

Nag-inuman kami kina Mauro nung isang araw kasama sina Ronnel, Jebs, Vincent, Ebin, Lurin, Florence at Titet (complete attendance na sana kaya lang ala si Kakai). Napatumba namin ang anim na malalaking bote ng Red Horse. Nung una ayaw ko pa, batang gin at San Mig Light kasi ko. Pero ang sarap pala ng red horse no? Hehe. Lalo na pag malamig. Kaya lang, sabi ng sa commercial, ang lakas ng tama.

Oo, sabi nga ni Punzalan, senglot ako. Hindi naman as in tumba ko pero anaknam*, ang sakit ng ulo ko! Corny na kung corny pero boy, napamahal talaga ko sa barkada ko dahil sa pagtitipon na yun. Matagal-tagal na rin kaming di makumpleto, pero kahit kulang e tinuloy pa rin namin.

Dami kong nalaman. Nakwentuhan kami ng maraming bagay. Hindi naman "truth or consequence" yung dating pero maraming lumabas: yung problema ni Ronnel tungkol sa tunay nyang pagkatao (oo, mala teleserye), hinanakit ko sa sa parte ng UPLB na hindi tanggap ang CommArts, pagtutol nila sa plano kong pagtransfer sa diliman, mga kabulastugan ni Ebin, ang di na makagulapay sa kalasingan na rebelasyon ni Enteng at marami pang iba. Kakaiba talaga ang nagagawa ng ilang lagok ng alak - madalas, boluntaryong hinuhubaran ng maskara ang sarili.

Hindi ko rin masasabi na wala kami sa ulirat nung nag uusap-usap kami - natatandaan naming lahat yun. Nakakatuwa talaga, lalo na kung ilang linggo ka nang binabagoong sa loob ng bahay nyo at nagsisimula ng makabisado ng katawan mo ang pang araw-araw na kain-tulog ng labindalawang oras. Ang hindi ko lang maintindihan nun e kung bakit ako pauli-ulit na nililitanyahan ni Ronnel ng "Caty... wag kang lalapit sa min isang araw at sasabihing may gusto ka na kay Earvin ha..." Si Jebs naman "Oi, Punzalan, wag mo ngang baby-hin yan si Bucu.." Ano?! Hindi kami ang bagong love-team ng barkada, Siguro nga madalas kaming mag usap at close na kami ngayong sembreak - telebabad, sabihan ng sikreto, seryosong usapan atbp. Pero kami magkakagusto sa isa't-isa? Malabo. May kanya-kanya kaming gusto. Kami na lang ang natatawa pag niloloko kami. Ano ba naman yun... Parang kapatid ko na si Ebin, yun dambuhalang yun na isa pa ring todo ang pagkalasing nang gabing yun. Pero nung may nagtanong kung bakit hindi pwedeng magkagusto sa kaibigan, hindi ko rin masagot. Bakit nga ba?

Sa totoo lang, may maganda sanang laman ang post na ito. Para kasing hindi ko na masayadong gusto si __. Alam mo yun, parang nalunod na sa beer at kasama nang naitapon sa mga pinagbalatan ng dingdong at wiggles yung kabaliwan ko sa kanyang pumupuno ng mga araw ko simula nang magsimula ang sembreak. Hindi pa rin ako magsasalita ng tapos. Marami pang araw bago magpasukan, interesado pa rin akong makilala siya. Wala kasi kong masayadong alam bukod sa mahal niya yung kumanta ng "Run". Hay nako, may hang-over pa yata ako.

Hindi ko talaga makakalimutan ang araw na yun, kung kelan umuuwi ako kinabukasan sa bahay nang parang wala pa sa sarili, nagpanggap na inaantok pagdating sa pintuan pero nabuko ng tatay ko paghiga ko sa kama. Amoy beer daw ako. Naisip ko, mga lasenggo nga naman - ang lakas ng pang-amoy. ;)

Pathetic Nonsense

I want to be with you now and hear you play your guitar.
I want to sense your smoke and look at your dirty, worn-out sneakers.
I miss you and its been days since you last said you thanks.
I'm glad that I saved your life in some sort of weird way-
At least I will still get to see you next semester.
I miss the way I see you from afar, sitting on some withered stonewashed bench,
the way your earring glitters in the sun,
your calloused fingertips (though I haven't really had a good look at it myself) do their strums.
So sad isn' t it?
The fact that you will never know I like you this much.
I was about to give up my argument on the fallacy romantic love.
I was on the verge of entertaining mushiness into my life.
I was willing to give up all my bitterness, and share yours
Including your beliefs that are somewhat contradictory to mine.
I was about to give all that up just to hear you play for me,
Sing your song for me, Write your poem for me -
Because have been doing all that for you and you will never know.
I wish we could write together as you teach me guitar, hanging out on your stonewashed bench.
But you like someone else. I've been doing research.
Yup, you are hell and she is heaven,
the first thing that comes into your mind when you hear the word COLLEGE.
Your dream, the unreachable.
You are the first thing that comes into my mind when I hear college.
You have preoccupied my thoughts at the latest parts of it.
But you know, you will never be my heaven though I dream of you.
This may seem foolish butI'd rather have you beside me -
I could see, hear and feel you better that way.
Isn't life so unfair?
I try my best to be a nice, down to earth person,
Thinking that I could reach anyone by doing so.
But no, people like you always go for the ones you can't have -
the goddesses, the heaven, the unreachable.
Trust me,
I want to go way up there
Just for you to give me the time of day.
But sad to say, I cannot
Because I'm just a mere mortal,
Right here on earth.

Why is Miss Ordinary Being Bitchy?

February 2004

I am someone who passes by and no one sees. I know people, but not all of them know me. I do a lot of things not everybody sees. I am one of the countless people who belong to the faceless crowd.

As I drift into the sea of people that walk on this revolving earth, I see them as they see me. I think, and think in every step I take as I submerge my self into the depths of my thoughts, my surroundings and all those in it warps into a great moving mass, as anonymous as I am.

One may think, the ordinariness that my face, or even my whole being is as harmless as a bunny - I wanted to prove their first impressions wrong.

I regret lots of things I say, good or bad, when it's about people that I don't really care that much about. More often than not, it is my stupid thoughts and the tongue that spits them out is to blame. All the repressed ideas, comments, suggestions, and violent reactions scrambling around and gasping for air, that I have always kept locked up in my skull would leak out, in regretful ways more often than once.

Strike One

There's this guy, that I've known for years, who's trying to impress a close friend of mine and has been dumpred several times. His latest offer is friendship and yet in his very pathetic (and obvious) ways, he tries to make his move. It bugs me, no, it gets to my very nerves; Because not only I and my group of friends don't like him for our friend, but he is a goddamn sexist - treating girls he's not courting like they are some sort of lesser beings in, again, his pathetic yet obvious ways. He thinks he's so cool, tough good looking and a good singer (argh!), but definitely isn't. I HATE HIS GUTS. There are people whom I've really appreciated for trying hard, but his irritating ways doesn't make him a least bit part of them.

And I would blurt out things on this guy's ever present pathetic-ness when I talk to him. I would comment out loud when I'm with a whole group of people, incuding him and his can-you-not-get-the-picture ways. People would just look at me and and either smile or have no reaction at all. But really, it felt good doing or rather saying that, no matter how many people agree or disagree.

Yet, at the end of each day, I would sit down and recount things I've said. Regret would creep into my conscience on the way I pointed out his stinking guts. A feeling of guilt sinks in.

Strike Two

Then there's this girl whom I've been good friends since last semester. For more than half of that semester, she had always been with a guy "friend". That guy is someone from my past. No, not the boyfriend slash love kind of thing, just the dumb i-like-you-i-like-you-too situation (otherwise known as M.U.) and the only past ever recorded in my history regarding the matter. He's the kid who would make you feel high and then for no reason (or at least none that you would know immediately) left you hanging, until you suddenly fall down flat to your face. I have heard his ways because I had been a victim myself. Though he is like that, I had been "friendly-friends" with him when college started, or when he and the girl friend of mine started hangin out together. I don't know why. Maybe I missed him, but jealous? Over my dead brain cells, no.

This semester, the girl always asked me whatever happend to him. For days, the answer has been "I don't know". But deep within those linesI have been thinking tha maybe: he is at it again; he's still the stupid guy I know; He decided to leave her hanging too. So the first news that I got about his whereabouts and his "making porma" to a popular girl in school, I told it to my friend after several weeks of thinking if I should. But with the luck of all lucks, the girl met the guy again and the guy is asking me now about what I've said to my friend. Am I in a big mes or what? Me and my big mouth again.

I grew into disliking him secretly after our so-called history. I still don't, and somehow it felt good to save someone from pain, no matter how much others wronfully accuse me of being jealous. But with all the guilt slowly creeping in like in the case of the stinkingly gutted guy.I'm getting trapped between my own conscience and this whole damn twisted mess.

There are many other times wherein I say things that somehow, after releasing all of the stuff that wanted to leak out of my head (in exchange for relief), my own conscience would nag me. I wanted to say those and I don't want to take them back and yet there is always this overwhelming feeling of guilt that stays at the pit of stomach.

Everytime I do, I feel like I did something deadly - That I'm a blabbermouth. I am evil-tongued. I am stupid. I am reckless. I am foolish. Most of all, I'm becoming a bitch.

I never really dreamed of becoming one. At times I want to change when conscience nags, but I remained in telling what I think when I think it is most necessary to do so, in times when acts of certain people makes my blood almost evaporate from boiling. On the other hand, I am still as faceless as the who-was-that's and never-heard-of's.

I feel guilty at this moment. I want to stop but I want to say things I think at the same time. With all this rage of confusion, trying to worm its way through my already oevrloaded mind, I ask myself how I transform from beign Ms. Ordinary, to a bitchy one and back.

Then I found out that my mind and definitely my conscience, is just as confused as I and my already confusing day's worth.

Pangalan

Huwag mo akong tingnan
Sapagkat bawat titig mo'y sapat
Upang tuluyan akong mabura sa paningin.
May mga tingin na di nakakakita.
May mga pagtawag na walang laman.
Ang pagsambit sa aking pangalan
Ay di patunay ng pagkilala mo.
Kailanman, ang tinig mong
tumatawag sa akin
Ay di patunay na nabubuhay ako
sa iyong isipan, sa iyong harapan.

Under The Cafe Lights

When I was just about to sit on my chair,
I changed my mind and went to another.
Now there you are,
On the seat that was supposed to be mine.

The wind blew colder
As you held the frets of your guitar tighter.
It sees like you would never let go,
Strumming and plucking on those cold nylon strings.

Every note that you left hanging in the air -
I picked them out one by one.
I tried to make a movie in my head.
A short clip of the passion in your song.

There goes the last strike of your fingers,
slowly taken away by the silence
and by the awe you have left me with.
The lights were turned off.

Each one of them flickered out into the dark.
I was left contemplating
Now on the same chair -
That I was suppose to sit upon.

But you sat and spun your melodies instead.
Here I am, still sitting
Seeing you in my mind
Hearing the song that you played

Over and over again.

Kung Kailangan Man ng Inspirasyon Sa Pagsulat ng Kanta

Harana.

Tubig kang sinalok sa mga palad.
Bago pa kita mahawakan,
Nakabalik ka na sa laot.

Hangin kang lumakad.
Bago pa kita masundan,
Nakabalik ka na sa langit.

Lupa kang nabibilad.
Bago pa kita mataniman,
Nagbalik na sa iyo ang lahat.

Ako'y narumhan, napagod na't nangawit.
Mga bahagi mo'y nalunod, tinangay na't inilibing.
Hindi na kita muling maririnig.