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Categories : English, Musings, Tributes
I never thought we would meet again.
But here you are. You, who used to call upon me in the dead of the night, when it was cold and dark and silent all around. You, who I thought have gone away, when the sun finally shone and the birds chirped and the sky was blue again.
I know now that you have never left. I was never alone and I never will be, because for as long I live, you will be with me. As hard as I might, I could not truly defeat you. I can try but I will never win, because I lost the moment I let you in.
Now, you are back, for it is cold and dark and silent all around again. Now, I am stuck, for I have never wanted you but all I have is you. I am not certain I want to win, yet I shall try, for I would like to see the sun shine and hear the birds chirp and look at the blue sky once more.
Just once more.
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Categories : Filipino, Musings, Poetry
Wrote this just now while chatting with a good friend of mine. She was interrogating me how I was and I kept giving her melodramatic responses, which was likely due to caffeine overdose or extreme fatigue or just plain melancholy, until she demanded that I post the lines here. Continue reading->
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Categories : Filipino, Musings, Poetry
Written amidst an existential crisis, three minutes past midnight, 25th day of July, year 2008. Borne not out of heartbreak, but of mere loneliness and void. Continue reading->
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Tags: college, farewell, goodbye, life, multiply, vanity
Categories : Musings, Tributes
Come tomorrow, all of Multiply’s social networking functions will be gone. That includes all the blog posts, the photos, the notes, the videos, and, sadly, all the memories they bear.
I find the change quite unsettling, since for me, Multiply is not just a blog or a social networking site. It represents my transition to college, the same way Friendster used to symbolize my high school self (thank God it’s gone). It was, in a sense, my autobiography, until Facebook came and created a huge divide (pun intended). Continue reading->
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Tags: emo, life, night, x
Categories : English, Poetry
Written on 25 March 2009, during my super emo days. It was a dark period in my life in which I questioned my existence and tried in vain to look for life’s meaning. It took me a year to get out of this phase and fortunately (or unfortunately, depends on whom you ask), I got out of it alive. Now, every time I look back to that particular time, I just laugh, and thank it for enabling me to create quite a number of poems, including this one. (By the way, I named my emo self “X,” because I believed I was a huge mistake in this world.) Continue reading->
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Tags: haiku, i, love, you
Categories : English, Musings, Poetry, Tributes
I started creating haiku when I was in fourth grade, after I was asked to write for the school paper. I was introduced to this form of poetry through reading books, which was my ultimate hobby when I was a child. As an innocent and curious kid, I was greatly amused by the rules of haiku writing and decided to try it out. So when I got that chance, I quickly wrote one, which was about the leaves that I saw falling from a tree across the classroom window. Unfortunately, I do not have a copy of the first haiku that I have ever written in my life and the school paper adviser who might have a copy of it has already been gone for a long time. But what’s lost is lost, and maybe someday I can write a haiku about it. (Haikuception!)
Last year, 26 April 2011 to be exact, I suddenly missed writing haiku. I missed it so much that I made three in a single day. So here they are, my three haiku of oneness. (All pictures, by the way, are from the ever generous Internet.) Cheers! Continue reading->
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Tags: bj, buko juice, freshie, g11, up diliman
Categories : Filipino, Humor, Mature, Poetry
I wrote this poem five years ago, when I was still a freshman at UP Diliman, during the climax of my block’s addiction to a certain refreshment let’s just call under the name “BJ.” We, especially the guys, were so hooked into it that we made sure we had at least one every single day. It was like we needed a BJ a day for us to feel satisfied and complete. For the insatiable, having 2-3 rounds of BJ consecutively was normal and looking for people who can give us one was almost a ritual. Gosh, how this BJ enslaved us! I will try to translate this poem to English in the future so the others can understand the pleasures of getting a BJ!! Continue reading ->