Ingay

Kurot.
Paglawig ng linya palayo.
Paglapit muli.
Hampas sa batok
Distansyang lumiliit sa bawat kislot.
Hawak.
Mas masarap kang katabi.
Kahit na kalahati ng panahon nag-aaway lang tayo.
Mas gusto ko pa rin ang ingay na gawa ng mga pag-aasaran natin
Kaysa ang katahimikang dala ng pagwawalang-bahala
Hindi ko man sabihin
alam kong alam mong
natatahimik ang puso ko
sa ingay nating dalawa.

-h

Just because

There are words that I say just because.

Like I feel cold right now, it must be the aircon in my room.

There are words that I write because they're meant to be read.

Like yesterday, I spent time with great young people

and realized that each youth has a reservoir of power within her, waiting to be tapped.

There are words that I can't say just because saying them gives them life.

Like I know that I can't bring back time, only memory

which also is bound to leave

There are words that are just born, they can't stand by themselves.

Like I miss you.

-h

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In the mode of missing old friends. See, I'm not really a good friend-keeper. Just today, I got a call from my close girl-friend. We were supposed to meet and catch up tonight, but then my bad, I forgot to tell her earlier that I have a meeting scheduled tonight. So I ended up pleading (for the nth time) to move our dinner to another date. Priorities. I know my relationships are more important than the tasks I have in this world. But then, this forgetful mind of mine. I feel so guilty. I know if I continue walking along this line of prioritizing tasks over people, I'd be alone in the end. Urgh, Hilda! Wake up, sleepy head! T_T


--
Saw this in my file storage:


Sa(d)yang tinanggihan ko ang alok mo
Noon sa Bao Park
Kung iba ang sinabi ko
Nadagdagan sana (nga) ang kaunting mga sandali
Ng Burger McDo at French Fries
Ng mahabang lakaran at tawanan
Papunta sa boarding house ko
Kung saan naghihintay ang dilaw na sofa

Sa(d)yang nanaig ang pride ko
Kaya di ko na natikman ang kakaibang lasa
Ng fried lumpia ng Jollibee
Kapag kasabay kitang ngumunguya

Sa(d)yang kinabig ko na parang isang baso
Ng Regular Coke ng McDo
ang sa(d)yang dala sana ng
Kaunting mga saglit.

-h, Sa(d)ya
19 April 2011

Ang Dining Table.Bow.

Sa PPC planning and evaluation kagabi, habang naghahapunan, napag-usapan ang isyu ng pag-aasawa. Bagong kasal yung nasa harap ko, sina Kuya Gerry at Ate Sweet, sa gilid ko, si Tito Gary, yung isang church leader namin na matagal nang may-asawa, at isang pari, si Fr. Ferdi.

Pinansin ni Father ang magkatabing bagong-kasal.
Father: Ganyan talaga kapag bagong kasal, di mapaghiwalay. Pero paglipas ng panahon, 'Doon ka, dito ako." (Sabay tawa at tingin sa'kin.) Ikaw ba, may asawa ka na?
Ako: Wala pa po.
Father: Sayang naman ang ganda mo. Ano'ng sabi ng boyfriend mo at di ka pa niya pinakakasalan?
Kuya Gerry: Mali po yung tanong, Father. Dapat, bakit wala kang boyfriend?
Father: Wala kang boyfriend? E di lalong sayang ang ganda mo!

Ngumiti lang ako at tinuloy ko lang ang pagkain.

Maya-maya, kinuwento ni Tito Gary na nung bagong kasal daw sila, wala silang dining table. Lumabas siya ng bahay para maghanap, nang makita niya ang isang bagong-sarang restaurant. Pumasok siya sa loob, at bumili ng isang maliit na dining table.Yun ang naging dining table nila ng asawa niya.

Father: Ang cute! (Sabay tingin sa akin.) Ikaw ba, hindi nangangarap ng ganun?
Ako: Ng dining table po?

Napuno ng tawanan ang hapag.

Makalipas ang ilang sandali, tumayo na si Mama mula sa kabilang table para ayain na akong umuwi.
Father: Kaya naman hindi magka-boyfriend ang anak mo, palagi kang nasa likod.
Mama: May oras para diyan, Father.
Father: Sayang naman ang ganda niya. E di sana ay napamana na niya ang gandang 'yan.

Ang weird dahil kasama ni Mama ang mga amiga niya ng oras na 'yun. At sumasabay rin sa pagsasabing maaga pa para sa pag-aasawa.

Ang cute ng mga matatanda. :)

Chill lang kayo, darating din tayo diyan. Mag-eenjoy muna ko sa dining table, mukhang marami pa akong kwentong gustong marinig habang nagsisimula ako ng sariling dining table tale.

This is not a New Year post. This post brings with it last year's feelings dragged on to the changing of the calendar. I freakin' miss you.

Love is

"Love is saying, 'I feel differently' instead of 'you're wrong.'" -Unknown

This

I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you’re always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you’re not around,

and the fact that you didn’t call.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,

not even close…

not even a little bit…

not even at all. 


-10 Things I Hate About You (1999)