Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Lihis Muna Ng Saglit
Literary Hate Mail,
While wanting to play a Blues of Clapton
It is like a dream now, ethereality that floats way off from my point in the x and y grid of a cartesian plane - bits and pieces of images of excessively (thus unhealthy) fantasies that stirred deep into my mind when houses would not withhold the burning of this very thoughts.
But it is also like a dream that makes me bounce to the drums of awakening when i think of Reality as a blast and as music that's more tormenting than the thoughts that lingered only in those sadistic dreams that at times employed tentacle torture.
Mr. Pogi - Narcissus 2000 - 100% Perfect Boy - Papa-ble Papa is going down - down, down, down to the dark deeps with octopuses waiting to pierce him, and make him feel the pressure sliding inside him.
Then after the octopus comes the electric eels to do their stuff, Marcos style. Ahahaha, then as he reaches the bottom and hits seabed, he still falls over, to the deepest trench, the cold getting into him as his was already ripped open by the recently tentacle rape.
I've always thought of the Disgaea, jigoku, netherworld, hell, inferno as somewhere cold, so welcome to Niflheim... or, rather, the horned creatures of Niflheim, you shall welcome as you are once again pierced by the sensation of being Napolion in Waterloo. Now, be their he-whore.
'Pogi... er, that's my mom's dog's name, but it works for both of us, no?' Well, now that you've un-skinned, hits three strikes, i'd like to tell you something... 'Dude, you look more like a dog than your mama's dog.' Well, go ahead and cry and hide under your blanky.
Once in a while, I really want to go outside of the standards and just make Literary Hate Mails. This is a post long due I think. Anyway, it's out now.
Face the might of Conspiracy!!!
While wanting to play a Blues of Clapton
It is like a dream now, ethereality that floats way off from my point in the x and y grid of a cartesian plane - bits and pieces of images of excessively (thus unhealthy) fantasies that stirred deep into my mind when houses would not withhold the burning of this very thoughts.
But it is also like a dream that makes me bounce to the drums of awakening when i think of Reality as a blast and as music that's more tormenting than the thoughts that lingered only in those sadistic dreams that at times employed tentacle torture.
Mr. Pogi - Narcissus 2000 - 100% Perfect Boy - Papa-ble Papa is going down - down, down, down to the dark deeps with octopuses waiting to pierce him, and make him feel the pressure sliding inside him.
Then after the octopus comes the electric eels to do their stuff, Marcos style. Ahahaha, then as he reaches the bottom and hits seabed, he still falls over, to the deepest trench, the cold getting into him as his was already ripped open by the recently tentacle rape.
I've always thought of the Disgaea, jigoku, netherworld, hell, inferno as somewhere cold, so welcome to Niflheim... or, rather, the horned creatures of Niflheim, you shall welcome as you are once again pierced by the sensation of being Napolion in Waterloo. Now, be their he-whore.
'Pogi... er, that's my mom's dog's name, but it works for both of us, no?' Well, now that you've un-skinned, hits three strikes, i'd like to tell you something... 'Dude, you look more like a dog than your mama's dog.' Well, go ahead and cry and hide under your blanky.
Once in a while, I really want to go outside of the standards and just make Literary Hate Mails. This is a post long due I think. Anyway, it's out now.
Face the might of Conspiracy!!!
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Paalam at Patawad
Unti-unting pinapak ang mga linya ng makata;
Inihanda sa isang madilim na kusina
At pinangpulutan ng mga tambay na matagal nang pinagtatalunan ang wika:
Kung ang ‘Yosi’ ba, o ang ‘Sigarilyo’ ang tama.
Unti-unti na nilang kinain ang makata;
Sinimulan sa kaniyang mga daliri,
Nginata-ngata,
Sinipsip ang katas ng kaniyang laman,
At sinimot hanggang buto.
Agad nilang isinunod ang ulo;
Ini-straw ang sabaw ng katotohanan sa kaniyang utak,
At ninamnam ang makunat nitong komposisyon.
At ang mga natira ay ipinaubaya na sa mga aso
At mga alagang buwaya,
At ang mga buto, sa mga mambabatsoy.
Naubos na ang liriko.
Naglaho na ang makata.
Kaya Paalam at Patawad, masugid na mambabasa ng aking mga gawa,
Kailangan ko na kasing sumunod sa mga nauna,
Takam na kasi sila sa Paksiw.
Kinakailangan nila akong kainin,
At ilublob sa nayon ng kanilang gutom,
Upang sila naman ang mabuhay ng mariwasa at sagana.
Inihanda sa isang madilim na kusina
At pinangpulutan ng mga tambay na matagal nang pinagtatalunan ang wika:
Kung ang ‘Yosi’ ba, o ang ‘Sigarilyo’ ang tama.
Unti-unti na nilang kinain ang makata;
Sinimulan sa kaniyang mga daliri,
Nginata-ngata,
Sinipsip ang katas ng kaniyang laman,
At sinimot hanggang buto.
Agad nilang isinunod ang ulo;
Ini-straw ang sabaw ng katotohanan sa kaniyang utak,
At ninamnam ang makunat nitong komposisyon.
At ang mga natira ay ipinaubaya na sa mga aso
At mga alagang buwaya,
At ang mga buto, sa mga mambabatsoy.
Naubos na ang liriko.
Naglaho na ang makata.
Kaya Paalam at Patawad, masugid na mambabasa ng aking mga gawa,
Kailangan ko na kasing sumunod sa mga nauna,
Takam na kasi sila sa Paksiw.
Kinakailangan nila akong kainin,
At ilublob sa nayon ng kanilang gutom,
Upang sila naman ang mabuhay ng mariwasa at sagana.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Friday, October 26, 2007
The Best Choice For Lost Words
I remember you calling me a ‘man of a thousand circles’. What you meant by that, until now, I do not now. I remembered you that ay because of your get-up: a camouflage sweater draped around your blouse, a dog tag suspended around your neck swinging like a pendulum at the naught of your movements, and a white backpack emblazoned with stark red fonts saying, “Glory to the Masses”. Ironic, but cute.
It as a good day, no rain thought of a visit, and our gang ere again the spearhead of laughing trips at the lane made infamous by lips-wrestling lovers. But time has come (heh, come to think of it, time always came) that the group had to part ways and find their way to their own settlements. Nadja, the last one amongst our clique of the extraordinary to leave us alone, took the opportunity to tease us; ‘lovers in denial’ then wolf-whistled, then finally went on her way.
When Nadja was far-off, as we expected, she turned about and saw that our eyes were on her. She gave us a last wave, then, finally, left.
“How was last Friday?” You started.
“Oh,” I said, nearly caught off guard. “It was fine. I was nearly hit, luckily I was at the full flight of my run, and made that dude hit my backpack instead. Well, after much painstaking push – which was nearly literal – we reached Chino Roces.”
You were silent at this and spaced out on the floor. I tapped your back.
“Sorry, I can’t come at your birthday.” I said, humbling my tone as much as I could. “I just… got to be there.”
“It’ okay, you see.” You answered, with your eyes still on the dust-studded floor of this ancient school. “But…”
I waited.
“You have put me into a dilemma.” I thought for a split-second that I saw in your eye when you threw them back at mine that there was a flare of difficulty in refocusing. Dilemma? “I do not know here to put that gift of yours. Surely, it won’t do it justice if I just tucked it away. But then, I do not have much space in my house to put it into display.”
“Oh.”
We both fell silent at that.
The wind blew and fellow students went by, lovers clinging to one another’s arm. Time passed as it was supposed to, but we remained in that place, sitting quietly, finding invisible traces of messages that we somehow shot through as radio waves overhead. None broke the voiceless connections.
By the time you broke our silence, the sky was already a bit dim.
“Don’t you want a quiet life?”
I knew that was coming.
“It’s not that, you see…” I turned at you saw that your eyes ere waiting for mine. I dropped the gesture. I knew what those eyes meant, what phantom weight of a choice lies beyond those glistened spheres of pearl black.
“C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”
I remember that I’ve always walked you home. Ours was the nearest at the university. And on the way, we used to talk, or buy snacks, or even have lunch if not yet taken. But there were none of those today.
We did not utter even a soft whisper along the way. We were both lost in our thoughts, not breaking the silence until we reached your front door, where you suddenly drew me close for a hug.
“Hey, Friends Forever…” You muttered, still staying close.
Then you withdrew and stared at my face for quite a time. You seem to be examining the details; probably searching what you have missed all this time.
And then you gave a faint smile, then turned about and walked towards your door, not even tilting your head slightly to shoot a glance at me. You walked straightforward to your door, shutting it behind you. I knew that, from then on, that door would never again open ever I take the chance to come knocking one night.
It as a good day, no rain thought of a visit, and our gang ere again the spearhead of laughing trips at the lane made infamous by lips-wrestling lovers. But time has come (heh, come to think of it, time always came) that the group had to part ways and find their way to their own settlements. Nadja, the last one amongst our clique of the extraordinary to leave us alone, took the opportunity to tease us; ‘lovers in denial’ then wolf-whistled, then finally went on her way.
When Nadja was far-off, as we expected, she turned about and saw that our eyes were on her. She gave us a last wave, then, finally, left.
“How was last Friday?” You started.
“Oh,” I said, nearly caught off guard. “It was fine. I was nearly hit, luckily I was at the full flight of my run, and made that dude hit my backpack instead. Well, after much painstaking push – which was nearly literal – we reached Chino Roces.”
You were silent at this and spaced out on the floor. I tapped your back.
“Sorry, I can’t come at your birthday.” I said, humbling my tone as much as I could. “I just… got to be there.”
“It’ okay, you see.” You answered, with your eyes still on the dust-studded floor of this ancient school. “But…”
I waited.
“You have put me into a dilemma.” I thought for a split-second that I saw in your eye when you threw them back at mine that there was a flare of difficulty in refocusing. Dilemma? “I do not know here to put that gift of yours. Surely, it won’t do it justice if I just tucked it away. But then, I do not have much space in my house to put it into display.”
“Oh.”
We both fell silent at that.
The wind blew and fellow students went by, lovers clinging to one another’s arm. Time passed as it was supposed to, but we remained in that place, sitting quietly, finding invisible traces of messages that we somehow shot through as radio waves overhead. None broke the voiceless connections.
By the time you broke our silence, the sky was already a bit dim.
“Don’t you want a quiet life?”
I knew that was coming.
“It’s not that, you see…” I turned at you saw that your eyes ere waiting for mine. I dropped the gesture. I knew what those eyes meant, what phantom weight of a choice lies beyond those glistened spheres of pearl black.
“C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”
I remember that I’ve always walked you home. Ours was the nearest at the university. And on the way, we used to talk, or buy snacks, or even have lunch if not yet taken. But there were none of those today.
We did not utter even a soft whisper along the way. We were both lost in our thoughts, not breaking the silence until we reached your front door, where you suddenly drew me close for a hug.
“Hey, Friends Forever…” You muttered, still staying close.
Then you withdrew and stared at my face for quite a time. You seem to be examining the details; probably searching what you have missed all this time.
And then you gave a faint smile, then turned about and walked towards your door, not even tilting your head slightly to shoot a glance at me. You walked straightforward to your door, shutting it behind you. I knew that, from then on, that door would never again open ever I take the chance to come knocking one night.
Tagay! [1+1+1+1=4], isang maikling kuwento
[Apat na tao, Apat na upuan, isang mesa, dalawang Gin Premium light, isang pitsel ng Extra Joss + Tubig, at isang platito ng mani]
Tol, yelo nga.
O.
Mabalik nga tayo sa pinag-uusapan natin kanina.
Alin? Final Fantasy.
Hindi, si Krisa.
O, ano?
Ano na ba balak mo sa kanya?
Paint my love, baby, paint my love…
Ewan.
Hindi nga? Wala lang…
It’s a picture of a thousand…
Kahit…
Sunsets.
Anong plano?
It’ the freedom…
TAHIMIK! Waa! Bayaan mo siya. Doon siya masaya eh. Hindi naman ako ang nawalan.
Hmm… Tagay muna pala!
Tagay! [1+1+1+1=4]
Musta na ba sa inyo?
Saan? Sa bahay?
Oo… ete, sa Cuarta Escolar University.
Ah, doon.
Oo, doon.
Noboy wants to…
Ayun, punung-puno ng mga konyo.
Hehehe. Masaya ba?Anak ng mga epaloids yung mga yun.
Hehe.
Oo, kesyo I-Pod, kesyo gimik – badtrip!
Wa ka na magawa. Pagtibayin mo na lang ang loob mo.
Yan ang pinasukan mo eh.
Diyos ko, para naman masaya kayo diyan sa Uste.
Well, anong magagawa natin? – USTe: Unibersida ng Sobrang Tubo eh.
Now it don’t matter, no…
Hahaha.
Hoy, Yu Ey en Pi dude, tawa ka ng tawa diyan. You’re so annoying.
Wah! Wag mo na nga silang gayahin.
Cause I got you.
TAHIMIK ka nga diyan! Tagay muna tayo!
Tagay! [1+1+1+1=4]
[A blank lapse in time]
Dami talaga ang dun nagmamarunong.
Totoy, kumilos ka baliktarin ang tasulok…
Sabi mo nga sa akin dati, ‘Extremes of Sophists’?
Korek!
Ang tulad ng dukha…
Kala mo matatalino. Wala namang mga batbat. ‘The Dying Breed’ – my foot!
O relax lang…
Hinde eh… ang kukumag talaga! Ang eepaloids! Kala mo ang tatalino kung…
Ay ilagay mo…
Magmalaki! Tataino pala ah?! Eto sa inyo! [indescribable rude hand gesture]
Sa tuktok. Hindi…
O relax ang… at ikaw, TAHIMIK!
Bayaan mo siya ah - minsan na lang iya makapagsabi ng totoo.
Hay, buhay niyo nga naman sa Uste.
Ay, balita ko may napagtulungan raw ah?
Wa naman akong nabalitaan na may nabugbog nitong mga nakaraang araw ah?
Hindi! Pinagtulungan ng admin…
Ah, yun? Sino nga ba yun? – basta yun yung naka-dreads eh.
Bakit daw?
Rali sa loob.
O?
Oo. Five days suspension nga eh.
Eh?
Tapos, papag-pychotrauma teraphy ng isang sem.
Bakit?
Diba nga naka-dreads?
O, bakit?
Baka raw kasi ‘confused’ yung tao at naniniwala sa Rhastafarian reigion.
Eh? Eh diba ang Rhatafarian ay hindi naman religion?
Yup.
Siya ay ano diba – Ano yung tawag mo nga pala doon? Social Movement.
Bakit ganoon naman katindi? Nagwala ba siya or something?
Hindi. Taga-hawak lang siya ng banner.
Eh?
Hindi nga ganoong kabigat yung sa mga nagsalita eh.
EH?
Tukoy kasi siya. Kung baga, siya yung madaling hunt-ingin.
Putya, dami talagang kalokohan ng mga nasa taas.
Korek. Kaya – Tagay muna!
Tagay! [1+1+1+1/2+1/2zzz=3 ½ = 1/2 zzz]
[another blank lapse in time]
Putya, para talaga kaming mga hayskul.
Bakit naman?
Sa labas ka na nga ng campus nagyoyosi eh, hahabulin ka pa ng guwardiya.
Eh?
Oo, hahabulin ka talaga!
Grabe naman yan.
Oo ah. At hindi pa tapos yun dun. May mga hidden cam pa sa buong campus.
Eh?
Kahit sa loob ng banyo ha!
Hay nako… kawa naman ang mga Escolarians.
Batas Militar kamo! Sa Uste, kung mag-skip ka sa Uste ng klase, inaanounce?
Hindi.
Sa amin, kung kunwari mag-skip ka, tapos huli, i-aanounce pa a buong skul yun.
Putya. Buti pala ganoon pa kagrabe ang Uste.
Buti kamo hindi pa nagpapaka-feeling yang skul mo.
Hindi PA! Malapit na. May pinupunyagi silang rebirth at 400 years.
Heh! Mukhang puputulan na kayo ng mga sungay ah.
Mukha nga eh. Pero di’ bale, subukan man lang nila ako atasan na magpagupit?!
Anong gagawin mo?
Sasama ako sa mga aktibista!
Hehe. Ayos yan, tagay paa tayo don!
Tagay! [1+1+1/2+1/2zzz + zzz =3 ½ + 1/2 zzz]
[third blank lapse in time: lasing na eh!]
[+ 1 long neck ng Emperador]
Gurabeh talaga yang mga kaklase ko sa FEU!
Sa Fastest Earning University, bakit?
Wa alam ibang pag-usapan kundi DOTA, house party, at ang nilintikang love life.
Yan talaga ko rin hindi maintinihan sa tao ngayon.
Bakit?
Halos 24-7-30/31-12 na nilang pinoprblema…
Hehe… 24-7-30/31-12…
Ang pag-ibig, wala pa rin silang soluyon.
Nagsalita ang broken-hearted.
Hmmph, tagay na nga lang muna!
Tagay! [1+1+ zzz + zzz =2 + 2 zzz]
[fourth bank lapse in time: ito ay unti-unti nang bumabagsak ang bawat isa!]
[Malapit na!]
So to, ano na balak mo ngayon?
Kay Krisa?
Lol, sa kanya yun.
Ay, oo nga pala…
Saan?
Maghahanap ka ba ng trabaho?
Ah, sa pagkasipa sa akin sa Uste…
Paka-aktibista kasi eh…
Hehehe… ewan.
Anong ewan?
FT siguro?
Eh?
Wala eh… Sabi ni Gloria pagawalisin na lang niya kaming drop-out ng kalye eh.
Hehe. Ikaw bahaa? Basta ag kitang Makita maging metro-aid ah!
Hehehe. Tagay mu – [1+ zzz + zzz + zzz =1 + 3 zzz]
Hehe. Tagay!
[linagok ang buong bote]
[Bag!]
[zzz + zzz + zzz + zzz = 4 zzz]
Tol, yelo nga.
O.
Mabalik nga tayo sa pinag-uusapan natin kanina.
Alin? Final Fantasy.
Hindi, si Krisa.
O, ano?
Ano na ba balak mo sa kanya?
Paint my love, baby, paint my love…
Ewan.
Hindi nga? Wala lang…
It’s a picture of a thousand…
Kahit…
Sunsets.
Anong plano?
It’ the freedom…
TAHIMIK! Waa! Bayaan mo siya. Doon siya masaya eh. Hindi naman ako ang nawalan.
Hmm… Tagay muna pala!
Tagay! [1+1+1+1=4]
Musta na ba sa inyo?
Saan? Sa bahay?
Oo… ete, sa Cuarta Escolar University.
Ah, doon.
Oo, doon.
Noboy wants to…
Ayun, punung-puno ng mga konyo.
Hehehe. Masaya ba?Anak ng mga epaloids yung mga yun.
Hehe.
Oo, kesyo I-Pod, kesyo gimik – badtrip!
Wa ka na magawa. Pagtibayin mo na lang ang loob mo.
Yan ang pinasukan mo eh.
Diyos ko, para naman masaya kayo diyan sa Uste.
Well, anong magagawa natin? – USTe: Unibersida ng Sobrang Tubo eh.
Now it don’t matter, no…
Hahaha.
Hoy, Yu Ey en Pi dude, tawa ka ng tawa diyan. You’re so annoying.
Wah! Wag mo na nga silang gayahin.
Cause I got you.
TAHIMIK ka nga diyan! Tagay muna tayo!
Tagay! [1+1+1+1=4]
[A blank lapse in time]
Dami talaga ang dun nagmamarunong.
Totoy, kumilos ka baliktarin ang tasulok…
Sabi mo nga sa akin dati, ‘Extremes of Sophists’?
Korek!
Ang tulad ng dukha…
Kala mo matatalino. Wala namang mga batbat. ‘The Dying Breed’ – my foot!
O relax lang…
Hinde eh… ang kukumag talaga! Ang eepaloids! Kala mo ang tatalino kung…
Ay ilagay mo…
Magmalaki! Tataino pala ah?! Eto sa inyo! [indescribable rude hand gesture]
Sa tuktok. Hindi…
O relax ang… at ikaw, TAHIMIK!
Bayaan mo siya ah - minsan na lang iya makapagsabi ng totoo.
Hay, buhay niyo nga naman sa Uste.
Ay, balita ko may napagtulungan raw ah?
Wa naman akong nabalitaan na may nabugbog nitong mga nakaraang araw ah?
Hindi! Pinagtulungan ng admin…
Ah, yun? Sino nga ba yun? – basta yun yung naka-dreads eh.
Bakit daw?
Rali sa loob.
O?
Oo. Five days suspension nga eh.
Eh?
Tapos, papag-pychotrauma teraphy ng isang sem.
Bakit?
Diba nga naka-dreads?
O, bakit?
Baka raw kasi ‘confused’ yung tao at naniniwala sa Rhastafarian reigion.
Eh? Eh diba ang Rhatafarian ay hindi naman religion?
Yup.
Siya ay ano diba – Ano yung tawag mo nga pala doon? Social Movement.
Bakit ganoon naman katindi? Nagwala ba siya or something?
Hindi. Taga-hawak lang siya ng banner.
Eh?
Hindi nga ganoong kabigat yung sa mga nagsalita eh.
EH?
Tukoy kasi siya. Kung baga, siya yung madaling hunt-ingin.
Putya, dami talagang kalokohan ng mga nasa taas.
Korek. Kaya – Tagay muna!
Tagay! [1+1+1+1/2+1/2zzz=3 ½ = 1/2 zzz]
[another blank lapse in time]
Putya, para talaga kaming mga hayskul.
Bakit naman?
Sa labas ka na nga ng campus nagyoyosi eh, hahabulin ka pa ng guwardiya.
Eh?
Oo, hahabulin ka talaga!
Grabe naman yan.
Oo ah. At hindi pa tapos yun dun. May mga hidden cam pa sa buong campus.
Eh?
Kahit sa loob ng banyo ha!
Hay nako… kawa naman ang mga Escolarians.
Batas Militar kamo! Sa Uste, kung mag-skip ka sa Uste ng klase, inaanounce?
Hindi.
Sa amin, kung kunwari mag-skip ka, tapos huli, i-aanounce pa a buong skul yun.
Putya. Buti pala ganoon pa kagrabe ang Uste.
Buti kamo hindi pa nagpapaka-feeling yang skul mo.
Hindi PA! Malapit na. May pinupunyagi silang rebirth at 400 years.
Heh! Mukhang puputulan na kayo ng mga sungay ah.
Mukha nga eh. Pero di’ bale, subukan man lang nila ako atasan na magpagupit?!
Anong gagawin mo?
Sasama ako sa mga aktibista!
Hehe. Ayos yan, tagay paa tayo don!
Tagay! [1+1+1/2+1/2zzz + zzz =3 ½ + 1/2 zzz]
[third blank lapse in time: lasing na eh!]
[+ 1 long neck ng Emperador]
Gurabeh talaga yang mga kaklase ko sa FEU!
Sa Fastest Earning University, bakit?
Wa alam ibang pag-usapan kundi DOTA, house party, at ang nilintikang love life.
Yan talaga ko rin hindi maintinihan sa tao ngayon.
Bakit?
Halos 24-7-30/31-12 na nilang pinoprblema…
Hehe… 24-7-30/31-12…
Ang pag-ibig, wala pa rin silang soluyon.
Nagsalita ang broken-hearted.
Hmmph, tagay na nga lang muna!
Tagay! [1+1+ zzz + zzz =2 + 2 zzz]
[fourth bank lapse in time: ito ay unti-unti nang bumabagsak ang bawat isa!]
[Malapit na!]
So to, ano na balak mo ngayon?
Kay Krisa?
Lol, sa kanya yun.
Ay, oo nga pala…
Saan?
Maghahanap ka ba ng trabaho?
Ah, sa pagkasipa sa akin sa Uste…
Paka-aktibista kasi eh…
Hehehe… ewan.
Anong ewan?
FT siguro?
Eh?
Wala eh… Sabi ni Gloria pagawalisin na lang niya kaming drop-out ng kalye eh.
Hehe. Ikaw bahaa? Basta ag kitang Makita maging metro-aid ah!
Hehehe. Tagay mu – [1+ zzz + zzz + zzz =1 + 3 zzz]
Hehe. Tagay!
[linagok ang buong bote]
[Bag!]
[zzz + zzz + zzz + zzz = 4 zzz]
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