Wednesday, 26 March 2008

ang bagyo'y naisisilid pala sa bote



ano bang meron
sa mga botelyang plastik
na matiyaga mong inaasam
hinahanap,
diyan sa esterong maputik
sa gitna ng nagngangalit na bagyo,
naghuhumiyaw na hangin,
at kutya ng mga nandidiring mata?

ang mga iyan ba’y iyong hahabiin
upang gawing palamuti
sa hapis mong katawan
kasama ng disenyo nitong
grasa at lupa?

o iya’y lilikhain mong
isang magarbong arko
na magsasalba sa’yo
sa dumarating na unos
na ikaw lamang ang siyang nakaaalam?

sabihin mo sa akin,
ilang kilong mga botelya pa ba
ang ‘yong kailangang tipunin
upang sumapat na kapalit
ng ilang butil na kanin
at tira-tirang ulam
na kagyat mong pampawi
sa nalulusaw mong sikmura?

hindi ka na ba naaawa
sa iyong sarili
o nakararamdam ng pagod man lamang,
upang ang bagyong ito’y iyong suungin
mapulot lamang ang isang botelyang
naghihintay sa’yo
sa gitna ng kalsada?

o marahil ay lumuluha kang talaga:
ngunit ang mga luha mong
dapat sana’y lilinis sa mapait mong kalooban
ay inanod na din
ng mga patak ng ulan,
kasama
ang hibla
ng nalalabi mong pag-asa?

...at pagdating ng bukas
kung saan tapos na ang iyong unos,
ay iaalay ko ang tulang ito
tungkol sa iyong naging buhay
na inukit, itinakda
ng malaman mong

ang bagyo'y
naisisilid pala sa bote.



*originally submitted for and published at emanilapoetry.com, 08.09.07

Sunday, 23 March 2008

to the man who lost the world



yours is a tale written

on a wretched fallacy,

a brain as trivial as a myth,

and a future as dark as a nightmare…



and your impulsive laughter,

rapid anger,

sudden tears,

and futile monologues

all but reflect

your head:

hollow as your starving stomach,

pathetic as your decaying life.



and since you own your own world

and your thoughts are distinct;

we chose to neglect

that beneath your filthy clothes

and sullied fantasies

lies a man…

a man who breathes this same air

and plays this same game called life…



we chose to ignore

the burning pains

of hunger

suffering,

abandonment,

misery,

and hopelessness…

all rewarded to you

by your curse

we chose to name “abnormality”……



and a question that now haunts me:

“is it a blessing for us to be sane,

able to think and shape our fate?;

OR you are more blessed

for you’re immune

to the cruelties of life,

free to act and curse your fate?"



then I envy your soul,

your withered name,

and abandoned hopes;

realizing,

that you only struggled to live,

unlike us,

who lived to struggle…




*originally submitted for and published at emanilapoetry.com, 09.15.06

Tuesday, 18 March 2008

ang alamat ni zeny

maliban sa "zeny" ang tatak ng gitara, walang kinalaman ang titulo sa blog. naisip ko lang yan dahil wala akong maisip. sabagay, kilala naman ako bilang mahina sa pagbibigay ng angkop na pamagat ng aking sinusulat, kahit tula pa ito o vandalism sa poste namin sa bulacan.


anyway, gusto ko lang isulat sa kasaysayan ko na mayroon na akong bagong gitara - makalipas ang mahigit sampung taon (for more info about my aged, battle-scarred, more-than-a-decade-old guitar, click here and nothing will happen).


narito na siya:



sariwang-sariwa:


yup, nakakatayo na syang mag-isa:




ang malupet na tagasabi kung nasa tono pa ba ako o hindi:





...syempre, may sampol ng quality ng sounds nya, if pangit man ang lumabas, blame it on me hehe (playing "intro medley no. 4"):

video




...salamat kay sarah sa pagpapakilala kay Zeny Bandilla, ang itinuturing na isa sa pinaka dabest na local guitar manufacturer sa balat ng pilipinas.

Friday, 14 March 2008

shaved cut

haha hindi ko alam kung ano iisipin ko ng makita ko ang menu na ito sa isang kainan sa The Columns na itatago ko na lang sa pangalang "Earle's":




baka naman kailangan lang tagalugin para mas maintindihan? :D

sa batang nagtitinda ng diyaryo sa EDSA


sa pagbagal ng aming sinasakya’y
di naiwasang panoorin ko
ang kahanga-hanga mong kakayahan
at liksi
habang tinatawid mo
ang kalsadang ito
na nagsilbing iyong tahanan
at paraiso
ng iyong mga
kalakal na tabloid at
broadsheets…

kinain na ba ng gutom
ang iyong takot
kung kaya’t di mo alintana
ang mga panganib
na alay
ng mga de-bakal na hayop
na humahabi sa kalsadang ito?

o ang takot mo’y binulag na
ng sarili mong damdamin
na itinakwil ang sarili mong
mga pangarap;
kung kaya’t ang kamataya’y
isang matamis na ring palamuti
sa buhay mong
ni ga-hiblang kulay
ay wala ng mabanaag?

NGUNIT sa di sinasadyang paglingon mo
sa aking kinaroroonan,
ay nasilip ko
na sa likod
ng mga humpak mong pisngi
at yayat na katawa’y
naririyan pa rin
ang iyong nasa
na may mailaman man lamang
sa inaagnas mong sikmura.

NGUNIT patawad,
ang barya ko’y di rin naman sapat
upang makabili man lamang
ng kahit isang dahon
ng iyong mga kalakal…

kaya’t ihahatid na lamang kita ng tanaw
habang muli kang pumalaot
at sumayaw
sa muling pagtakbo
ng aming mga sasakyan…

AT hindi na rin ako magugulat
na sa mga darating na bukas
ay datnan kitang
muling nakapalaot
…ngunit sa pagkakataong iyon
ay ikaw na ang nasa ilalim ng
iyong mga paninda
habang nakabulagta sa iyong paraiso

at GANAP nang IISA
ang IKAW
at ang itinitinda mong mga DIYARYO…





*originally submitted for and published at emanilapoetry.com, 06.01.06

Wednesday, 12 March 2008

weeworld

ganito ka "cool" ang titser anne namin... ito ang isa sa mga tinuturo nya, ang paggawa ng weemee.

sinubukan ko, at nag-enjoy ako hehe...

etong itsura ko sa cartoons:




si titser anne:




si olive:




si jolly O:





try nyo!

http://www.weeworld.com/

Monday, 10 March 2008

something scary

I saw something scary (really scary) earlier this afternoon and tried if it can be captured on film.

...it was.

Yet as a forewarning, this video is not intended for the chicken hearted.

You've been warned.

video

If you are interested in "abnormal phenoms" like this, drop me a comment. Will try to answer your questions/concerns to the best I can. But I'm not really an expert in the paranormals though.

Saturday, 8 March 2008

5:30.

eyes struggling to win
its losing battle
against the suddenly heavy,
pounding eyelashes,
hating the light,
begging for darkness.

brain sinking
to non-existence
that I can almost feel
its absence in my skull :
a hollow space
that amplifies thunders
of cranium drill.

it could have been sweet
to give in
but I couldn’t.

…now don’t ask me why.

ask the clock.
for it now says 5:34.

and you know how to count…

tulibu dibu douchoo!!

video

...di naman sa pinagtatawanan ko sya, pero ganun na nga.

pinagtatawanan ko sya bwahahahahahahahahaha!!!

mura lang ang songhits, sabi nga ni olive.

Friday, 7 March 2008

Untitled 235

tinawag kita ngunit di ka lumingon
hanggang maglaho ang iyong anino
at mawala ang mga yabag
na tuluyang naakit
at sumunod
sa disyertong
inuri mong may mas mainam na pangako.

gusto kong humabol
ngunit mabigat ang aking mga paa’t
takot
na baka mapuwing
sa mga banyagang buhanging
inangkin mong iyo.

Thursday, 6 March 2008

The Crappy Commish

I know. I know.

Sta Lucia fans will think that I am just being sour for my team's (Purefoods) game 7 lost against their team last Sunday.

And I don't care, oh damn I just don't care.

I believe Sta Lucia has the right to win, that they are really capable of winning the championship, that they deserve what they've achieved. I give my salute to them, they're a great team - with a great mix of players, excellent teamwork and a morale-boosting desire to win the cup.

But what happened on February 28, Thursday is a total crap.

On February 27's Game 4, PF's James Yap was called for a Flagrant Foul 1 by the referees after retaliating against SL's Joseph Yeoh's hard foul on him.

Then surprisingly, the following day (Feb 28), PBA Commissioner Sonny Barrios had a lunch meeting with Sta. Lucia's team owner Exequiel Robles, hours before his scheduled meeting with James Yap at 3:00 p.m. (Yap was summoned by the commissioner for his flagrant foul)

Yap was even made to wait until after 5:00 p.m. (talk about punctuality) before seeing the commish and was even quoted as seeing the whole Sta Lucia team management and coaches with Barrios that afternoon.

And of course, the rest is history. Barrios unexpectedly handed down the cunning and championship-turning decision of upgrading Yap's foul into Flagrant Foul 2, rendering Yap with a one-game suspension. Of course, the suspension was postponed until Game 5 (where PF lost, obviously missing the services of their top gunner).

Coincidence, you may say? And how about the propriety of a commissioner's power to change the official's calls?

...I will not be surprised if this is just the precedent of things to come in the PBA, so long as that crappy commish is heading the league.

With the unfolding of this REALLY crucial suspension, Rene Pardo resigned as the Chairman of the PBA Board's Ethics Committee, indicating that he, his team and Purefoods management could not fully accept the decision.

But asked later if he is after the Commissioner's head; Pardo said he's not. He's just stressing the question of the "proprietary" of Barrios' untimely meeting with the Sta Lucia management.

But if somebody would care to ask me if I am? I'll say YES. I'm after the commisioner's head.



[see also: http://sports.inquirer.net/inquirersports/inquirersports/view/20080225-120976/Realtors-move-within-win-of-title, http://www.journal.com.ph/index.php?issue=2008-02-25&sec=7&aid=50636]

Forever Roses (revised)

red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose,
and every year her lover sent them tied with pretty bows;
the year he died, the roses were delivered to her door,
the card said, "Our anniversaries are all I'm longing for..."


she took them in and placed them in a very special vase,
and set the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face;
she thought he paid these roses in advance before this day,
her thoughtful lover did not know that he would pass away.


she knew he always planned ahead and way before the time,
then if he got too busy, everything will work out fine,
she thinks, of all the roses the most special is this year,
for this would be the LAST TIME that the roses would appear.


A YEAR WENT BY, and it was hard to live without her mate
with loneliness and solitude that had become her fate;
BUT then, on the very day, just like last year on this date,
the doorbell rang, and there were roses right beside her steps.


the roses were just like the same, and it made her in shock;
she stared at it, then took the phone and called the florist's shop,
the florist answered, and she asked him, if he could explain
why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?"


I know your love had passed away, more than a year ago,
"I'm sorry," the florist said, "but there's not much I can do,
the flowers you received today were paid for in advance,
your lover always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance."


"and every month before this date, he always come in here,
he paid so much for these roses, you'll get them every year;
and every time he comes to me he said that he loved you,
that you're the only one for him, 'til death divide you two..."


"and there's also another thing, that I think you should know:
one day he brought a card and made a special little note,
and told me once he failed to come, it meant that HE WAS GONE;
then that's the card that I should send for the next year to come"


she thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard,
she took the roses, looked at it, and then she found the card;
inside the card she saw that he had written her a note,
with trembling hands she read the note and this is what he wrote:


"HELLO, my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,
I love you more than words can say, you are the perfect one;
I knew it's unfair, but I've wished to be the first to die
for I could not imagine living without you by my side"


"and if that time really comes, think of all the happiness
that we have shared together, on those times that we were blessed;
and let not sadness bring you down; we should be thankful for
that we have met once in our lives and loved each other more"


"my love for you have always grown with each and passing year
I'll miss your smiles and all your warmth, I wished that I was near;
I want you to be happy even when you shed your tears,
that is why the roses will be sent to you for years"


"the flowers will only stop once the florist stops to knock,
if your door's not been answered, then he'll knew without a doubt;
to take the roses to THE PLACE where I've instructed him,
and place the roses where we are, TOGETHER ONCE AGAIN..."




*originally submitted for and published at emanilapoetry.com, 06.09.06

Wednesday, 5 March 2008

Verses for a Starbuck's Cup

AND as we sit here
on this bench
facing
a new morning,
a fresh rain,
a new day;

I couldn’t help
but take a glance
at this cup of frappe
between us...

and realize
that this frappe
is special;

for unlike
the usual cups
that we’ve shared
before,

this cup
now offers more
than its usual
caffeine booze and whipped cream

because this cup
BETWEEN us
not only separates us
on this seat:

it now also divides our hearts,
our thoughts,
our hopes,
and our tomorrows

knowing
all along
that this is the LAST CUP
that we will be sharing
together,

...as forbidden lovers,
and irrational dreamers…

so please be gentle
and take your time
as you take your FINAL sip,


for I intend to reminisce
this concluding moments
and draw your face,
your smile,
and your love
in my heart
where it cannot be erased
and where our love’s not forbidden....

SO as we sit here
on this bench
facinga new morning,
a fresh rain,
a new day;

I couldn’t help
but take a glance
at this cup of frappe
between us...

and realize
that we are also facing
a dusk
we've expected even from the start,
a gloomy rain
that used to be sweet for us,
and a new day of living
SEPARATELY....

and the greatest irony of them all
is that we WILL never even have the chance
to say
our GOODBYES...


*originally submitted for and published at emanilapoetry.com, 08.13.06

Sagot sa Tulang "Mapapalad ang Mahirap" ni Rio Alma


baka naman nahihibang ka lang
pagkat hindi naman libre
ang mga buwis
ng mga mahihirap.


hindi mo ba batid?
na ang bawat kusing
na pambuwis
ng mga pabrika't korporasyon
ay mga libag at kalyo
ng mga hampas-lupa't
patay gutom?


baka naman nabubulagan ka lang
pagkat hindi totoong
laging may pagkain
ang mga inday at neneng
na inalila't hinalay
ng mga panginoong
inabuso't pinaglaruan
ang mga karukhaa't pagkabusabos.


baka naman di ka nag-iisip lang
pagkat mahirap maging mangmang
at umasa sa mga pantas
na nag-iisip ma'y ang hinahabi naman
ay mga banig ng kasakiman
at nakahandang sugpuin
ang mga ulong
nakangiti sa kamatayan.


o nag-iilusyon ka lang
pagkat anong ikaliligtas
ng mga sikmurang
kundi man papel o damo
ay lupa ang nilalamon?…


ngunit marahil nga'y TAMA ka;
mapapalad ang mga mahihirap,
ang mga dukha KAHAPON
pagkat ngayo'y di na nila
dama ang gutom,
wala na ang pagkit
na kaapihan,
napawi na ang pagkaalipin,

…at bukas,

di na nila makikita ang umaga.

Habang nanonood ng 'pet show' sa T.V.

"Chamcham" ang ngalan mo
isang uri ng pet dog
na ang lahi'y tinatawag nilang
chow-chow

at aliw na aliw
ang mga T.V. hosts
habang iniinterbyu
ang sikat na personalidad
na nag-aalaga sa iyo…

oo, maging ako'y naaliw,
habang pinapanood kita
at nakikita ko
habang ika'y pinapakain
ng dalawang lata ng Spam
bilang agahan;

at naririnig ko
ang mga halaga ng iyong
Pedigree, Alpo, at iba pa…

nakakahanga,
na ang dog house mo pala'y
air-conditioned din
at linggu-linggo'y
dinadalaw ka
ng sarili mong beterinaryo…

nakatutuwa,
habang ipinapamalas mo
na kaya mong
umikot, umupo, tumahol;
at kaya mo ring
lumundag, maglaro, matulog…

gusto ko pa sanang ika'y panoorin
ngunit isinarado nani Aling Tessie
ang kanilang bintana
nang makitang may isang pulubing
nakikisilip
sa kanilang telebisyon.


...umuwi na lamang ako
at muli kong tinutop
ang sikmura kong walang laman,

walang laman.

Tuesday, 4 March 2008

first time

this is my first post as a blogger.
I decided to move from emanilapoetry for the meantime.
I dunno what to say yet (err write).
apparently, this makes no sense at all.
…and all my future posts anyway.
watch for them.
nobody’s safe.
not even me.