Sit back, put your feet up and enjoy the ride.
c. 2006
Okey lang namn na may gerlpren basta marunong kang magdala; tiyak na magkakasundo kayo.
Kung gusto mo ng long time relationship, dapat hahabaan ang pasensya at maging understanding. Higit sa lahat, ipakita mo ang tunay na nadarama mo sa kanya. Ibig kong sabihin ay ‘yung pagmamahal mo sa kanya.
(more…)c. 1997
Nauso ang topsider na may medyas. Nauso ang balat na sandalyas na may butas-butas at strap na may medyas. Baduy daw sabi ng tiyo ko. Hindi ko sila ginaya. Jeprox ba? Baduy. Jologs sa panahon ngayon.
May kilala akong nagsusuot ng Birkis tapos medyas. Nagmula siya sa Davao at nag-aral sa Ateneo De Manila. Kawawang bata, hindi alam ang kalakalan sa Maynila.
Published in happyobituary.multiply.com on 14 March 2008 5:41 am.
She was wearing make-up. Lip-stick. Eye-liner. Eye-shadows. Blush-on. Spray-net. Fish-net. Stock-ings.
Stuck in a middle of a frozen traffic-jam.
Bought some dose of cashew-nuts and belly-bum.
She is Lady-Bhabes. Daughter of renowned classical-exhibitionist.
Philanthropist. Her father, the dentist of all tooth-aches.
Heart-breaks. Head-turners. Hotel-mongers.
Lies in hays. Lays eggs. Begs.
Porcupine-alms-giver. Donation-sacrilege.
Paper-charity.
Search. Find.
Zero. Nothing. Nada.
Kudos. Hail. Congratulations.
Conglomerate-good-luck.
Blink-charm. Heart-big. Heart-small.
Stirrup. Cochlea. Eyes-covex.
Conveyor-belt. Whack-wallet.
Count-1-2-3. 3-2-1.
Twelve-movement.
Brown-reaction.
Cation. Anion.
Vector-tragedy. Desert-swarm.
Happiness. Bliss. Tea-cup.
Protect. Potion. Seam. Foot-work.
End. Dark. Light.
Shade. Shadow. Curtain-close.
Pull. Up. New. Old.
Go. Time. Stop.
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Originally published in happyobituary.multiply.com on Nov 16, 2007 1:53
I was not supposed to sleep. With my jeans and shirt from yesterday? No. But I did and sank into a shallow slumber. I thought I woke up but then none of my physical limbs were moving.
I was experiencing sleep paralysis.
My initial reaction was to struggle starting from the tips of my fingers. I could not remember what the dream was about but I was able to grasp some real air for a while. Then I closed my eyes again.
This time, I planned to go back to the trance. I thought I could fly and pass through walls but to no avail. I only imagined that I reached as far as the first floor of my apartment.
It was a boring sleep paralysis.
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Originally published in happyobituary.multiply.com on Nov 5, 2007 7:49 PM
I came, I saw, I conquered.
No.
I sat, I walked, turned the key, and entered my house.
Walked to the kitchen, opened the freezer, and poked the sandwich.
It wasn’t that frigid yet.
I was planning to hammer it while it was dead frozen. See how many pieces would shatter.
Smithereens shower. Slow motion. Splendid. (more…)
I am not planning my own burial. It is not a shame to sit by the funeral home and wonder how much it will cost me for this body size. Just get me a fake bronze… or an amber wood for a casket instead. I am just inquiring.
Well, you see that on top of my head is a crow. It is really over my head… look up and there it is. Its feathers are planted with black dust… or maybe woven diesel fabric. This is not a deserted place. We are along a highway. I will give you a speckle of Christmas lights in February, pin us down right in the middle and there you will see this house of dead meats. Only this black bird does not creak here if you will listen closely. (more…)
So, she stood there waiting for her coffee to be made. I walked and stopped behind her back. As she felt how I brushed her hair to reveal her nape, she glanced at me. Just as sudden as she turned around and smiled.
You’re so beautiful. Exactly the words I could think of and had said.
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Originally published on Multiply, 21 October 2007, 3:22 AM
My twelve-year old girl flips on the pages of the book from my bag. I know she doesn’t understand a thing. Or maybe she just isn’t interested. I can almost see her bickering inside her head. And what I notice is how cute she is with her red headband on. Her pout is exactly like her mother’s.
My five-year old boy just watches in amazement as the outside world zooms past us. He even points to unlit neon-light billboards just as the train gradually comes to a halt. Ate gives him a crooked smile when he calls her attention. Just like this time as he mulls over the row of trees that lines the view. (more…)
I woke up this afternoon. I was hungry. I went out and saw this particular sky and clouds – the overall atmosphere. It reminded me of how simple life was back then. When families were together. When school was there. Or just the mere thought that you have someone to share your hapiness with. Then I remembered one of those times when you were smiling at me. It made everything feel familiar again. Even for just a while.
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Originally published on Multiply
I was invited by my friend, Catherine, to be on the “look-out” on her wedding day. She did not care whether I set my camera to black and white all the while. “Just do what you do,” she said.
To Be Free. Clench. Fly? Flew.
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