Equinox

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Wandering feet goes far
A wandering heart goes farther
When sole travels in distance beyond trails and harbors
The soul travels through life not gardens and arbors

What lies beyond the mist that thy eyes cannot see?
What’s with the unknown and unseen that beckons thyself to thee?
Was it an adventure worthy of your childhood dreams?
Or just a romanticized folly of a one man’s whim?

The steps taken that brought you smile and wants
Are the same steps that bore angst and grunts
Now you stop moving as the tide ebbed and sways
Hereto we conclude who goes and who stays

Some steps cannot be retraced as they usually do,
So I’ll plow ahead, painfully, haltingly pushin’ through
Travel in arches and curves and rings and circles
Till I find myself again, right next to you.

How A Tulip Came To Be

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Drip drop like drizzle on the window pane
Clear puddles forming, gentle, silent, sane
Drowning little marks of age left on the glass
Prints vanishing ever slowly along with its bitter past

As the tributary makes its way to the darkened ground
Parched ground moisting, and breathes and bursts
Flowing through wounds that healing latterly found
Once devoid of certitude now hopeful with trusts

How time have forsaken this seed so small
Taken for granted, discarded and remembered not at all
Now embraced by moisture, the seed loses all fear
Touched by love and it begun to stir

Maybe the seed that was once bashful is now opening to life
Maybe a small drizzle opened its colorful petals to thee
Maybe love has erased her pain and hurt and strife
Maybe this is how a tulip came to be.

 

Ortigas Center, Pasig City, 04/24/16 3:42 AM

A Lighter Shade Of Gray

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I was asked; Are you really that formal? Are you that serious all the time? I leaned back and asked myself the same question; Am I?

One thing that I stopped doing a long time ago is to judge myself. Passing judgment upon yourself is a long tenuous and thankless task.   Nowadays I let others do that for me. And to be honest, I don’t really care. I loss track on when exactly that I stopped caring. It doesn’t matter anyway.

So when that question popped up a few days back it stirred something in me. Am I?

I guess apathy is all consuming sometimes. The moment you stop caring is moment you turn cold. The coldness builds in you and keeps building inside till everything freezes over. When that happens you needed a spark to get some warmth going. Thaw it out till you feel yourself again.

I looked into everything I did a long time ago until I remembered this long forgotten blog. I use to get this page updated daily until I got bored and stopped writing. I use to love writing. I was editor-in-chief of the university paper back in college but I guess all things are fleeting; Time changes, priorities gets mixed up and life goes on. It has been a year since I last visited the page. Checking the counter it shows 78,764. Imagine that, 78,764 times this page has been visited. By whom? I don’t know. people I guess.🙂.

I began reading trough my post from the latest going back. And I go deeper and deeper It felt weird. It feels like I was regressing. Then I realized my mistake, I was going through the blog the wrong way. I need to start from the oldest post to the latest. So I went through it for two days and kept on going.  I felt a sense of melancholy on some post, smirked on some and smiled on the rest.

So after some thought I am ready to answer the question.

I was asked; Are you really that formal? Are you that serious all the time?

I have my mood swings. That I know. But the answer is No. I am not always serious and No I am not that formal. In fact I don’t think I was ever formal.🙂 From the beginning I was never a black and white kind of person. I am always on the gray. I just move my pieces from one shade to another. I moved with my whims. I joked, fought, loved and played. I laughed at my silliness, smiled at my joy , cried at my pain, mourn my losses, then I move on.

Reading through my own blog got me grounded. I could really be serious, sarcastic, silly, immature, mature and a jerk all at the same time and It feels right. Yes, it feels right.

Autumn Of Our Lives

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I could think of so many excuses why I refuse to grow old. And why not, it seems only yesterday when we were in college. Prime of our lives, people calls it; back when we were fun and cares less if the air-conditioning system is blowing a winter right into our young faces. How long has it been? Six years? Seven? a decade? I lost track. Honestly I stopped counting four years ago or was it five? Maybe six, Honestly, I lost track of that too.

Several days ago I learned that a close friend of mine in college have fallen ill.  My immediate reaction was to ask myself: are we that old? Or, is this thing called life finally found a way to catch up on us?

College was the glory days, when we were leaner and we never check ourselves for love handles. When we party like there is no tomorrow, when we were bulletproof and so cocksure about our steps and find music in our own laughter. Old those days are behind us now. We have gained several pounds and little heavy in the middle.

We have lost contact with most of our college friends. The roads of life lead to different destination and we face them all separately. We got tested by people and time and circumstances and life. We fought different battles and waged our own wars and found hate even amongst our friends and love in most unlikely places. And when we found ourselves adrift aimlessly in uncertainty we learned that family will always be home. Looking back now I realize how far apart we are from our college selves. We have drifted so far apart indeed.

We never thought of sickness back then. Back then we were immortals.  But that was a young man’s folly. I begin to feel my Achilles tendinitis now, more often than before. Begin dropping into gyms every now and then because I worry about my blood pressure.

How time flies, but then again, time is expected to fly. Right now is just temporary, the present will be tomorrows past. Gone were the days of come-what-mays but who ever said that our best days are behind us? There are always two ways to look at things; with a smile or with regrets. I choose to smile at my regrets and choose to believe that the bast days are still ahead. I could find so many excuses why I refuse to grow old, but why should I do that, I am having so much fun getting old each day. (11/06/13 6:42 PM, Ortigas Ctr, Pasig City).

The Truth About The Mayan Calendar


Noong isang gabi walang magawa ang mga kumag sa opisina kung hindi mag usap usap about sa new year na paparating. Kung totoo daw bang magwawakas na ang mundo nitong 2012. Gusto kong matawa, eh bakit ba naman hindi, eh anak ng tinapa, taon taon na lang yata mula noong year 1999 ay naririnig kong end of the world na daw pagsapit ng new year, eto nanaman ngayon.

Ang contention naman ng mga doomsday preachers sa grupo ngayon ay na predict na daw ni Nostradamus ang pagtatapos ng mundo ngayon at sinamahan pa daw ng patotoo ng Mayan Calendar, Naghanap pa ng damay ang mga anak ng tipaklong. Kinailangan pa nila ng hard eveidence para papaniwalain kami na magtatapos na nga ang mundo. Ako naman sa dami ng pinagkakautangan kong tao parang gusto ko nang sakyan ang mga death wish ng mga hindoropot dito sa opisina. parang winiwish ko na din na “sana nga Lord matuloy na this time”. Easy way out, front row seat to the end of the world and drama kumbaga. bwiset.

Hindi ko talaga lubos maisip kung bakit paniwalang paniwala ang mga mokong dito sa opisina sa Mayan Calendar na yan. Hindi ba nila alam ang totoong kwento ng Mayan Calendar na yan. Sa mga hindi nakakaalam, Pabayaan nyong Ikwento ko sa inyo ang katotohanan tungkol sa Mayan Calendar. Ganito yun..

Noong ika limang siglo sa lupang kilala natin ngayon sa pangalang Columbia, may isang kahariaan na tahanan ng mga taong nakabahag na pinamumunuan ng isang haring nakabahag din. Ang tawag sa grupo ng taong ito ay Maya.

Masayahing tao ang mga Maya, kung hindi sila nanunugod ng village ng ibang tribu, and past time nila ay mamugot ng ulo ng mga nabihag na kaaway bilang past time.

Isang araw bago mag bagong taon ipinatawag ng haring nakabahag ang  dalawa sa pinakamagaling na eskultor ng tribu. pagdating ng eskultor sa Palasyo ng hari, nagtaka ang mga eskultor kung bakit sila pinatawag  ng hari kaya tinanong nila ito

Eskultor 1: Mahal na hari bakit niyo po kami pinatawag?
Hari: May ipapagawa ako sa inyo.
Eskultor 2: Ano po ang maipaglilingkod namin
Hari: Nakikita ninyo yung bilog na batong iyon? (sabay turo sa batong nasa  gilid ng palasyo) nais kong gawan ninyo ako ng Tzolk’in gamit ang batong iyon.

Hindi naintindihan ng dalawang eskultor ang nais ipagawa ng hari sapagkat bago sa pandinig nila ang salitang tzolk’in. Ang tzolk’in ay isang coined word o pagsasama ng dalang salita, parang ang salitang ‘spork’ na ang ibig sabihin ay spoon and fork, or ‘taglish’ na pinagsamang Tagalo at english, o ang salitang ‘De kemerloo de eklavoo ‘ng mga bakla na hindi ko din naiintindihan. Anyway, balik sa kwento,

Eskultor 1: ano po ba ang ibig sabihin ng tzolk’in?
Hari: Count of Days
Eskultor 2: Ang alin ho?
Hari: ang Tzolk’in
Eskultor 1: Ano nga ho yun?
Hari: Taena, ibig sabihin nun kalendaryo mga ugok.
Eskultor 2: ah kalendaryo lang pala pinahirap niyo pa. Yun lang ang kailangang sabihin, kalendaryo, pa-tzolk’in tzolk’in pa eh.

Imumpisahan ng dalawang eskultor and pag-gawa ng kalendaryo. isang oras bago sumapit ang bagong taon natapos nila ang kalendaryo. kaagad nila itong dinala sa hari.
Hari: Bakit hanggang December 2012 lang ang petso dito sa tzolk’in na ito, tanong niya.
Eskultor 1: Mahal na hari, maliit lang ang binigay ninyong bato. hindi ho kasya hanggang 2013.
Hari: Ganoon ba? Maraming mapaparanoid dito sa kalendaryong ito pagdating ng araw.
Eskultor 2: Problema na nila yun mahal na hari. anong magagawa natin eh sadyang maliit lang talaga yung bato.
Hari: Kung sabagay. hala, di bale, ilagay niya na lang sa gilid yang tzolk’in na yan, inuman na lang tayo.

Yan po ang tunay na istorya ng Mayan calendar. Sana maibsan nito ang inyong pag aalala, yung mga kaopisina ko eh tila wala nang pag asang maliwanagan.

Happy New Year

Kataxilan

May allergy ako sa salitang tax. Pagnakikita ko ang salitang ito sa aking sa dyaryo or sa tv at lalong lalo na sa aking payslip parang di ako makahinga, naninikip ang dibdib na para bang pinipiga unti-unti ang kaluluwa palabas sa aking magandang katawan. (Emphasis on Magandang Katawan) Libre po ang mangarap, at habang walang patong na tax ang pangangarap, nilulubos lubos ko na.

Kanina napabalita na itatax na daw ang government contributions katulad ng SSS, anak ng bibeng duling, muli akong inatake ng aking allergy. Biglang nangati ang aking lalamunan na para bang gustong sumigaw, biglang nanakit ang aking mata na parang naluluha. Tax nanaman, lahat na yata ng bagay ay tinatax ng mga taga BIR ngayon.  Kulang na lang pati yung kakarampot na kita ng mga nangangalakal ng basura ay bubuwisan pa nila.

Gusto kong linawin na walang mali sa pagbubuwis, obligasyon yun ng kahit sinong mamamayan para tulungang umangat ang ekonomiya ng bansa, at para pondohan ang mga proyektong pang  imprastraktura  na kailangan ng bayan ( nalulunod ako sa aking tagalog, dinudugo ako) ang siste lang eh sa kaninong bulsa ba aabot ang buwis ko?

Ang pagbubuwis ba sa lahat ng kinikita at ipon ng taumbayan ang solusyon sa problemang pinansyal ng bansa o ang korapsyon sa gobyerno. Ang BIR na nagpapaukala ng bagong buwis ngayon ang isa sa pinaka korap na ahensya ng gobyerno. Ang dapat po sigurong gawin ay linisin muna nila ang kanilang bakuran bago magisip ng panibagong pasanin para sa taumbayan. Or kung di pwedeng tigilan ang korapsyon eh baka pwedeng Itax na din ang mga kinukurakot ng mga mapagsamantala, mas malaking tax ang katumbas niyan kasi malakihan din naman ang ninanakaw ng mga yan eh.  Ang akin as suggestion lang. Kung ayaw, okay lang naman.

Imaginariums

Nagising ako ng ala una ng umaga. ang ingay ng pusa ng kapitbahay namin, naglalampungan ang mga hinayupak. Siguro talagang wala sa bokabularyo ng mga pusa ang salitang “discreet” o talaga lang mahilig magpasikat ang mga hinayupak at nang -iinggit lang talaga. Oo alam kong wala akong sex for a long time pero di ko kailangan ang iba para ipamukha sa akin yun, much less, pusa! Ang ingay, pinilit kong hagilapin yung airsoft riffle ko sa dilim. Sa isip isip ko, maistorbo ko lang tong mga to at mabitin silang pareho amanos na kami.

Pagkahanap ko ng riffle pumuwesto ako sa bintana pero sa kasamaang palad, hindi ko makita kung nasaan ang mga hinayupak, siguro dahil sa madilim or siguro mali ako, alam din siguro nila ang salitang “discreet”. paksyet! Bumalik ako sa higaan na masama ang loob, di ako makabawi, di na din ako makatulog. paksyet talaga.

Naglalaro ang isip ko. Ang di ko mawari ay kung bakit sa lahat ng pwedeng isipin, naiisip kong Happy place ang imaginarium ni Vincent Van Gogh at Nakakamangha ang imaginarium ni Guillermo del Toro. wierd. nababaliw na yata ako.

So bumangon ako para manood ng TV, nanood ako ng documentary about EDSA 25 years after the people power. Naisip ko, aantukin ako sigurado nito, medyo boring ang narration ng dokyu. Ang daming mukha ng edsa ngayon, naisip ko tuloy yung kunduktor ng bus nung isang araw na nagtatawag ng pasahero habang nakatayo ako sa crossing, Panay ang sigaw niya ng ” Buni, Guadalopi, Ayala, Buni, Guadalopi, Ayala” Sa isip isip ko, “Buni? di ba makati yun?”

Hininaan ko ang volume ng TV, wala na yung mga pusang umaatungal. Pinatay ko ang TV, bumalik ako sa kama. Humiga at pumikit, mayamaya parang may naghahabulan sa bubong ng kapit-bahay, maya maya ay katahimikan sinundan ng atungal ng pusa na parang baby na umiiyak. Round 2 na nila. Paksyet talaga.

Buhay nga naman!