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strength, frodo, endurance

wala ako masyadong activity ngayong sembreak. nakakasawa naman mag NBA live lalo na kung 16 years na ang dynasty mong sobrang bihira mo lang i-simulate. kaya ayun, as usual, naging hobby ko ang pagiisip at pag critic ng buhay ko. naisip ko, ano nga ba ang ginawa ko sa buhay these past years? at oo. hindi ako pumayag sa mga cliche answers na binabato ko sa sarili ko. sabi ko, hindi. i have all the time in the world. yah.. i could think deeper. yes i could.

these past years, nag aaral ako. nag eexercise both physically and mentally. nag gagather ako ng experiences. binubuo ko ang pagkatao ko. nag iipon ako ng mga kaibigan. sinusubukan kong buuin ang image ko sa sarili ko. kumakain ako. naliligo. tumatae. para saan? para saan ba yun? iniipon ko lang ba lahat ng nakukuha sa mga iyon? o nagamit ko na? kung nagamit ko na, saan ko naman ginamit? o ginagamit? meron ba akong goal in mind?

inisip ko yun. medyo matagal. nakakagago minsan, pero wtf, ako naman yun. sarili ko naman yun. kung naiinis ako, sarili ko parin naman yun eh. wala akong choice kundi tanggapin. sa pagiisip ko na yun, nauwi ako sa isang resolusyon: pinapalakas ko ang sarili ko, ang buo kong pagkatao. para saan? para matalo ko once and for all ang mundo. para madurog ko ang mundong dumudurog sakin. para sirain ang lahat ng nakaharang sakin. hinahanda ko ang sarili ko para maging malakas laban sa lahat ng kokontra sa mga gusto kong gawin. sa lahat ng kokontra sa pag abot ko ng mga bagay, na sa tingin ko, magpapasaya sakin.

nagpapatalino ako, para madaan ko sila sa dunong. nag gagather ako ng experiences, para hindi nila ako maisahan, imbes, maisahan ko sila. nagpapalakas ako ng katawan, para hindi nila ako gaguhin. nagiipon ako ng pera, para magawa ang gusto ko. lahat ng ginagawa kong pagpapalakas ng buo kong pag katao, ginagawa ko, para maging unstopable force. para maging sobrang lakas, walang makakapigil sakin. napaka offensive minded. pero masisisi mo ba ako? sa pag ka gago-gago ng mundo, at least sa kinagisnan ko, masisisi mo ba ako kung gusto kong maging unstopable force?

napangiti ako. ang cool naman pala ng lahat nang paghahandang ginagawa ko eh. sa tingin ko, may pinatutunguhan naman. kaya ayun, pinakawalan ko muna ang ediyang yun sa isip ko.

recently, nanuod ako ng lord of the rings fellowship of the ring. natuwa ako kasi isa yun sa mga onting original vcd ko. pinanuod ko. natuwa naman ako. lalo na ngayong naiisip kong, bulok na ang special effects niya kung ikukumpara ngayon. hahaha. pero anyway, ayun, napanuod ko si frodo.

wala naman talaga kaming pagkakaparehas ni frodo bukod sa height siguro kaya hindi ko masasabing nakita ko ang sarili ko sakanya, pero marami akong bagong naisip dahil sa kanya. unang una: siya ang bida ng kwento. hindi siya malakas. hindi siya yung pinaka pogi (oo, yung pinaka pogi, si legolas, bakla). hindi ganun ka exciting ang character niya, pero siya ang bida. sakanya umiikot ang kwento. pero bakit? kasi malakas siya. at yung adventure niya para sirain ang ring sa mordor, pinalakas din siya nun. pero panong pagpapalakas? hindi naman lumaki muscle niya, hindi naman siya tumalino, hindi naman siya naging mas cunning? pano?

idederetso ko na agad sa sarili ko at lalagpasan na ang mga metaphors (kahit everything is a mataphor sabi nga ni oshima). naisip ko na:
a.) laging may mas malakas sakin
b.) kahit anong gagawin kong paghahanda at pagpapalakas ng kahit anong aspeto ng pagkatao ko, meron paring lalamang sakin
c.) lagi akong may weakness
d.) imposibleng maging unstoppable force
e.) pag ikaw ang offense, kadalasan, kontrabida ang hantong mo

eh kung ganun ang lagay, bakit pa ako nag hahanda? bakit ko pa pinapalakas ang pagkatao ko? bakit pa? bakit ang society ganun ang sistema? hinahanda tayo? kasi yun ang nararapat. kung yun ang nararapat, naisip ba nilang walang sense mag palakas?

nasa sakin ang mali. iniisip ko kasi na gusto kong mag palakas, o buuin ang pagkatao ko para durugin lahat ng haharang sakin. para maging unstopable, para marating ang gusto ko sa buhay. gusto kong lumakas para labanan ang mundo. pero naisip kong wala yun papupuntahan, kasi ano man ang gawin ko, gagawa at gagawa ang mundo ng paraan na saktan ako. nasa perspective ang pagkakamali ko. kelangan kong magpalakas ng buo kong pagkatao. oo. pero hindi para tumira, o lumaban, kundi para mag endure. kelangan kong maging malakas para i-endure ang lahat ng ibabato sakin ng mundo. kelangan kong maging malakas para kahit anong tama, makakatayo parin ako. kelangan kong maging malakas para sa lahat ng sugod sakin ng mundo, kaya kong buksan ang mga mata ko para matuto sa sakit. kelangan kong maging malakas para imbes na mamilipit sa bawa’t suntok ng mundo, nakatayo parin ako at natututo. oo nga. hindi para sumugod. kundi para tumayo. para hindi malayo sa tabi mo. oo. para hindi malayo sa tabi mo. kasi sa totoo naman, hindi ko kelangan talagang labanan ang mundo. ilusyon lang yun. hindi ako sasaya dun. pag kasama ka lang. dun lang naman eh. pano ko yun magagawa? hindi sa pag sugod, kundi sa pag stand ng ground. sa pagiging malakas mag endure.

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sorry for putting you up to this

kala mo nakakalipad ako?
akala ko rin eh, hindi pala. nakaka-asar.
ang lakas-lakas ng loob kong tumalon.
buong-buo yung loob kong
hindi ako lalagpak. ang tanga ko naman kasi.
naniwala ba naman ako na basta
gustuhin ko; basta gustuhin ng buo kong
pagkatao; basta may malinis akong puso,
basta pumikit lang ako nang mata, tapos ihiling
ko sa mga bituin sa langit,
kahit anong gustuhin ko, matutupad.
hindi pala. tang ina.

kaya eto tayo ngayon, bumabagsak.
pabilis ng pabilis. walang maliw, walang
makakapigil sa atin. ang sarap sana
ng pakiramdam, mahangin, mabilis,
para narin tayong lumilipad. kaso lang,
walang saya, kasi alam mo, alam ko,
na kamatayan lamang
ang kahihinatnan natin dito. umasa pa tayo.

pasensya na ha, nadamay pa kita.
hindi ko talaga sinasadya.
naisip ko kasi, kung may tao akong gustong
makasama sa pag lipad, ikaw yun.
espesyal ka eh. pero, katulad nang parati,
nagkamali nanaman ako. imbes na maisama ka
sa tuktok ng mundo, eto tayo, palagpak sa semento.

malapit na, ilang segundo nalang, nasa
unang palapag na tayo.
sana hindi natin mabagsakan yung gwardya,
hindi pa naman nya tayo napapansin.
sana hindi na tayo makadamay pa nang iba,
sa kahibangan nang pangangarap natin.

hawak ka sakin nang mahigpit,
alam kong hindi ka maililigtas nang pagkapulupot sakin,
kapritsuhan ko lang yan. para hanggang sa kamatayan,
di talaga tayo mapaghiwalay.
ayan na. putang

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remember the time i sent you the friendster message? well, i do, vividly. i clearly remember the time you tore me apart by turning me down, but what could i do? nothing else but bask in my own melancholy, left with words that only made sense to me, and i hope, to you too. how dare you smile at me? why do you insist in piercing my soul more? why do you smile at me? do you intend to taunt me and show me the heaven i couldn’t acheive? are you my punishment? why so grave. are you my fleeting promise of afterlife? i think not, for you took my life and brought my death a long time ago. what could i do? nothing, but accept the sad truth that i would never, ever have that smile totally to myself. i am left only as an expectator. a child at the window of a store. waiting, wanting, but never gets what he want. fuck, you make me sound so gay.

it all started with drunken laughter;
as we began to drown time;
another committed murder.

you and i hand and hand,
as we sadistically enjoyed the pleasure
of time slipping by dear life,
inch by inch it screamed.

but we heard naught,
for we laughed harder.

we are time’s murderer,
yes i still have her stain in my hands,
do you still have yours?
well i hope it reminds you of me,
and the guilty pleasure we shared
together,
for we are time’s murderer.

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happiness and suffering and a lot more loads of shit

i always prayed for heaven without really knowing what my prayer really meant. my silent wish was so vague, i really never knew what i really wanted. all i knew was, i am afraid of hell, and the only way is to enter heaven, or maybe live forever, which is kind of absurd.

another thing maybe, about this heaven obsession of mine is because my life is a load full of shit. of course, there are a lot of bright spots in it, but overshadowing all of it is the horror of my true sorrow, melancholy the world and I brought to myself. so maybe that is how this heaven obsession grew in me, so that i have something to hold on to. like this promise, that after all this shit, there is my true happiness, just waiting in the corner.

i even have this motto: life sucks. i beleive that the world is meant to beat up on me, that it is there to perpetually keep me down, testing the strength of my knees and the depth of my ego. anyway i thought, that is why heaven is made, so that after all of this shit, at the end, i could be happy. jesus had his fair share of shit, on the cross, and even on his whole life. so i’m no different. my sucky life is normal, it is how it is suppossed to be. my gloomy attitude towards the world? no, not bad. just realistic.

then this vacation, i have all this time to think.

so here i am. i, living a shitty life, accepting all the bollocks the world has to offer with open arms, because that is just the way it is. that i build my happiness on something i cannot perceive now, something far away from now, the unsure future. i have my happiness trapped in tommorrow, trapped in my own kind of promise, in my own heaven. was i being religious? was i being a good catholic by accepting the world’s bitches and laying all my hope of happiness in my own concept of heaven? a heaven which i could only reach when i die? i think not.

i think i have just been a coward. i was just not brave enough to stand up against the world, and command a halt on the overflowing shit. how can i be happy in the future if i cannot be happy now? how can i be sure that tomorrow, in heaven, i could be happy, if today, in my life now, i couldn’t even give an honest smile? the only thing i could work upon is my now, and if now i could not work upon my happiness, how could i expect to reap it in the future, or in my next life? then i came thinking, i was saved because of the ressurection, by jesus’ redeeming grace, that is why i get a shot at heaven. but fuck, jesus’ redeeming grace is not something i only get when my heart stops beating, its something overflowing in all places, something i just need to open my heart to. heaven is now. happiness can be acheived now. i should not rot myself, and justify it that i am being a martyr for heaven, that is totally foollish. then come to think of it, jesus was/is perpetually happy. because deep inside him, despite all the shit the world threw at his face, the fire of deep contentment and joy burns in him. contentment that comes from him knowing that he is doing the right thing, and joy because he is facing all the shit out of love, because he has a purpose, and not only accepting it because that is the way it is.

maybe that is my problem. the way i receive the shit of the world. so gloomy. so gothy some may say. so nihilistic in a wierd twisted christian way. then i thought that i really could not escape suffering, what ever i do. i may live like a saint yet still suffer, but it is my choice on what suffering i would pursue. it is my call on what burden to carry, the cross of christ, or the heavy boulders of a bollocks life. fuck, i don’t know. but hell, i just hope i make the right choice before its too late.

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an open letter to all girls [not by me]

//galing ito sa blog ni gian dapul na sa tingin ko ninakaw niya sa isang taong nag ngangalang drew.
//read it, interesting, hmmm…

12.28.2007
An Open Letter To All Girls
[nakaw lang 'to kay Drew, pero super aliw siya. and very true. so, yeah, i suggest to all guys, repost, and to all girls, read. and reread. kung di ka tamaan ng malakas, tumawa ng malakas. :p]

Ever wonder, “what happened to all the nice guys?

The answer is simple: you did.

See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He’d tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn’t feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were f*cking treated you.

At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were “just friends.” Besides, he totally wasn’t your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn’t know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.

Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren’t the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you’re single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, “What happened to all the nice guys?”

Well, once again, you did.

You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive “just-a-” friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren’t really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you’re upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he’d have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an a$$hole than he ever wanted to be.

Fact is, now, he’s probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I’m sorry that it took the complete absence of “nice guys” in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.

So, if you’re looking for a nice guy, here’s what you do:

1.) Build a time machine.
2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass.
3.) Take a look at what’s right in front of you and grab ahold of it.

I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don’t really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.

If you were five years younger.

So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the fact that you’ve f*cked yourself over. You’re getting older, after all. It’s time to excise the sh!t and deal with reality. You didn’t want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn’t f*cking want you, now.

Sincerely,

A Recovering Nice Guy

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more on spiritual dryness

now i think i got the answer to spiritual dryness: wait.

the apostles got their fare share of spiritual dryness too. on the ascension, when jesus “left” them and went to heaven, they felt as if they were abandoned. there was a vaccum in their hearts. they were really afraid. they were terrified to a point that they even hid themselves in a closed room. of course they should be afraid, they are persecuted, but the point is, the apostles had their share of fear, their own doubts and feelings of abandonment by god. they suffered spiritual dryness too, but what was god’s answer? just wait, because someone is coming that will fill that hole. the holy spirit. the secret weapon, the strength giver that shall replace every shed of fear with bravery, every drop of doubt with faith and every bit of anxiety with hope.

there is no special cure for spiritual dryness. i think it is merely an opportunity for us to dig deep beneath our faith and cling to its roots even though all the flowers already seem withered. we cannot by ourselves rise from the dryness, all that we could do is wait and hope. have faith that someday, the spirit will come to strengthen us.

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night walk

will the prick of day
ever find its way?
will it ever knock and say
“i’m here, wake up,
the world is for the taking,
a dream shall in time remain itself,
if you are down and sleeping.”

a-dream-is-a-dream i say,
an escape;
a wish in empty air;
a whisper; the wind’s promise of tomorrow.
a silent hum of yesterday’s sorrow.
yet after the gush and height
of the moments tease,
it fleets. yes, it goes away.
never does it stay. it will,
it shall indeed go away.

“then in your slumber,
your dream shall remain itself,
for fear cought the hold of tomorrow’s bright.
be forever in hope’s night.”

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this is no love shit

its like a hollow gong
sounding so loud
in the empty cave of my soul

with angry echoes bouncing
to and fro
rushing out from the thousand leaks
of my heart

yes i do remember it
beating, pulsating and whispering taunts

i hated my heart
but i can’t last a beat without it

a beat
something you stole from me
when you first let my eyes lay upon you

a beat

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sa mga nagsasabing hindi naghirap si mama mary

may nakausap ako isang beses na sinabing maswerte daw talaga si mama mary. syempre naman sumang-ayon ako. pero biglang nag-iba yung tono niya. parang sinasabi niya, maswerte lang daw talaga siya, hindi katulad ng mga santo katulad ni san lorenzo ruiz na talagang inalisan ng kuko, siya daw pinanganak nang ganun. well, tumango lang ako. hindi ko na siya sinagot kasi mabagal akong mag-isip at dahil maganda rin siya. hehehe. anyway, napag-isipan ko kanina, oo nga, merong blah-blah sorrows of mary… pero may napag-isipan din ako.

sabi kasi nung kaibigan ko, hindi na naman daw malaki ang tsansang mag karoon ng kasalanan si mary kasi pinanganak na siyang walang original sin, kaya daw effortless naman daw maging mabait, well, sa tingin ko, mali siya. ganun din naman si adam at eve eh, ginawa silang walang bahid ng kasalanan pero hanggang ngayon pinag-dudusahan natin ang malaking pag-kakamali nila. so, ibig sabihin nun, hindi automatic ang pagiging malinis ni mary sa kasalanan sa buhay niya, kundi pinag-hirapan niya rin ito. isang continous struggle sakanya.

hindi madali ang nangyari sa announcation ng angel kay mary. hindi madaling um-oo sa inaalok ni god na pinadala sa anghel. unang-una, laging nakakatakot ang presence ni god, kaya sa mga ganung pagkakataon, kadalasan wala sa tamang pag-iisip ang mga tao. hindi madaling mag-yes ng hindi humihingi ng explanation. ganito, para mas malinaw, gagamit ako ng example. hindi pwedeng maging instant hero ang isang tao sa sunog. kumbaga, hindi porket may sunog, automatic na tumatapang ang isang tao at susugod sa apoy para mag-ligtas ng tao. ang mga instinct na ito, katulad ng pagliligtas ng buhay ng iba sa panahon ng kagipitan, ay nanggagaling sa habitual na “pagliligtas” o pag tulong sa kapwa. kumbaga, magkakaroon ka lang ng instinct na sugurin ang umaapoy na building, kung sa pang araw-araw mong ginagawa, sa maliliit na paraan, gumagawa ka ng maliliit na bagay para sa iba, sa ganitong paraan, nabubuo sa subconscious ng isang tao ang pagiging selfless. ganun din kay mary. hindi siya naging one time big time na faithful sa panahon ng announciation. ang kanyang instinct ng pag oo sa gusto ni god ay nangaling sa pangaraw-araw na maliliit na bagay na pag-yes niya sa gusto ni god. gets? mahirap yun diba? yung tipong lahat ng gagawin mo, literal mong iniisip na: what would jesus do?? at siyempre mas mahirap sa lagay ni mary, kasi hindi pa naman niya kilala si jesus, kaya mahirap ang wwjd, wala siyang concrete example kundi ang sinisigaw ng puso niya. ayun, mas humirap pa diba? lahat ng ginagawa niya, sinusunod niya ang gusto ni god, at para malaman ang gusto ni god, kelan pa niyang maging contemplative palagi, so mahirap talaga, sobra. kung gusto mo ng proweba kung talagang naguluhan si mary, o talagang may struggle sa pag-oo niya sa will ni god na tanggapin niya si jesus, pwede itong ituro sa visitation of mary sa pinsan niya. hindi ako sure dito ah, pero diba, baka pumunta siya dun para mag hanap ng solace. isipin mo, batang bata pa nun si mary, baka 14 yrs lang, tapos nagkaganun na. kaya humingi siya dito ng advice siguro, o makakaramay lang, kaya nga siguro diba sabi nung pinsan niya: “hail mary full of grace…”, siguro hinihintay din ito ni mary para maging re-assurance na tama ang nangyayari sa buhay niya.

mahirap maging background person. kelangan, para dun, durog ang ego mo. dapat wala kang pride. kasi para maging background person, dapat tanggap mo na mas magaling sayo yung nasa harapan mo. ganun ang nangyari kay mary. buong buhay siyang background person. at hindi man lang niya inagaw yung lime light, andun lang siya, handang mag silbi. mahirap yun ah. yung tipong, hindi ka incontrol sa anak mo, kasi mahirap man tanggapin, mas matalino ito’t mas makapangyarihan. isipin mo, araw-araw na huwaran, whapak, mahirap yun ha. per tinanggap niya yun, maging tiga-hugas, tiga-laba, mabuting ina, lahat. lupet.

laging naririnig yung phrase na: kahit “ako nalang ang maghirap, wag lang siya” or “sana ako nalang, mas kakayanin ko pa, kesa makita siyang ganyan”. sa dami ng nagsasabi nito, malamang totoo ‘to, diba? pag may mahal kang tao, doble ang sakit na nararamdaman mo pag nakikita mo siyang nag hihirap, at wala kang magawa para tulungan siya diba? so, kung tayo palang, mga taong makasalanan, ibig sabihin, kahit gaano natin kamahal ang isang tao, dahil sa kasalanan, may bahid yung pag mamahal natin, so hindi ganun ka perpekto yung pagmamahal ay nasasaktan ng sobra pag may importante sa buhay natin na nasasaktan, lalo pa si mary na may love na sobrang pure. ibig sabihin nun, super, super sakit yung nararamdaman niya tuwing nakikita niya si jesus na inaapi, o kaya nung passion niya. diba?? kung ang normal na taong may bahid ang pagmamahal nasasaktan, paano pa si mary?

hindi ako sigurado sa mga sinabi ko. at malamang mas marami pang dahilan ang paghihirap ni mary, pero sa ngayon, ito palang naisip ko. may idadagdag ka pa ba? sabihin mo, para masaya. tapos mag marami na, sasabihin ko na sa kaibigan kong mas matanda at maganda. hehehe.

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bakit malungkot si chan-chan. *bakit kaya napupun na ng mga ganitong post itong blog na ito? hmmm*

alam mo yung kwento ni chan-chan? nakakagago yung kwento niya eh. sobra. i mean, pangalan palang diba? chan-chan, ano yun?! kung pangalan palang niya pang ewan na, pano pa kaya yung kwento niya diba? pero kahit ganun, kahit nakakaasar ang kwento niya, ikekwento ko parin, para maasar ka rin. para mas maraming maasar. para damay damay tayong lahat na naaasar.

si chan-chan ay isang batang lampa. alam mo yun, yung tipong lamapayatot na may braces na may alambreng kumakabit sa buong mukha, tapos may salamin pa siya. kaya, kumbaga, para siyang isang lamapang cyborg, hmmm, parang si 3CPO..oo parang siya. so yun, pero kahit lampa siya, hindi siya inggetero, sa totoo nga’y natutuwa pa siyang panoorin ang mga malalakas na bata mag laro sa playground, oo, sobrang tuwang tuwa siya. tuwang-tuwa siya pag nakakakita siya ng mga batang tumatakbo ng mabilis, pag nakakakita siya nag sli-slide at nag swi-swing, haay, sobrang tuwang-tuwa siya. kahit kasi hindi niya kayang gawin yun, kasi konting takbo lang o slide nadadapa na siya at naiinjure, maka panood lang siya ng ibang naglalaro, okey narin siya, para bang siya na rin yun. kaya ganun, tuwing play time, hindi nag kukulong sa library si chan-chan tulad ng mga stereotypes na cyborg na lampa, kundi nandun rin siya sa play ground kasama ng iba, nag che-cheer at nanonood sa mga kaibigan niya. hindi naman inaasar si chan-chan ng ibang mga bata, mababait na naman kasi ngayon ang mga bata eh, may knosensya na. sa pelikula lang naman yung mga sobrang kupal na bata eh. kaya ayun, sa panonood lang, nag eenjoy na si chan-chan.

alam mo, gustong gusto niya ang buong palyground, pero meron dun isang lugar na talagang pinapangarap niyang malaro, sagrado ito para sakanya, ito ang monkey bars. tuwing pupunta siya doon, hindi pwedeng hindi niya ito sulyapan, at hindi mapailing, at mapahangos ng malalim. masarap daw kasi ang feeling, para kang nakalutang, sabi niya. alam daw niya na ganun ang feeling kahit di pa niya ito nasusubukan. pero dahil gustong gusto niya ang monkey bars, para ba siyang nahihiya na humarap dito o panoorin ng harap harapan ang mga nag momonkey bars. para bang dyahe. kaya ang palabas niya sa mga tao wala siyang hilig sa monkeybars, alam mo yun, parang defensive mechanism niya yun. kaya kinokontento nalang niya yung sarili niya sa pag sulyap. ito pa ang malupit, lampa man siya, nasubukan na naman niyang mag swing, mag slide at mag patintero kahit minsan, pero ang monkey bars hindi pa talaga. ayaw niyang subukan, ang dami niyang dahilan, kesyo mahuhulog daw siya, basta. pero ang totoo, natatakot lang siyang masira ang magandang imahe ng monkeybars sa isip niya, ang totoo, takot talaga siya mahulog, pero higit pa dun, takot siyang magkaroon ng ala-ala na minsan nahulog siya sa monkey bars. hindi ko siya maintindihan eh, basta ganun talaga yung dahilan niya. hindi naman siya naging miserable dahil hindi pa niya naakyat ang monkeybars, pero sa loob loob niya, di talaga siya mapakali, hanggang isang araw may narinig siya sa radyo, sabi nung boses: kadyot lang, kadyot lang, bakit nahuli ang pagong? kasi hindi siya gumagalaw! kelangan pa ba imemorize yan?? pagkatapos niya ito marinig, para ba siyang nagkaroon ng epiphany. sabi niya sa sarili niya, sige na nga, aaminin ko na sa buong mundo, lalo na sa sarili ko na gusto ko talgang maglaro sa monkeybars. hindi na ako matatakot mapahiya o mabigo o magkaroon ng masamang alala tungkol sa monkeybars. kaya ayun, kinabukasan punta agad siya sa monkeybars, pero nung mga 10 hakbang nalang, napaatras siya. whapak, sabi niya sa sairili niya. bukas nalang, hindi ko kaya, sabi niya. yun, paulit-ulit yun. yung mga bukas, naging next week, hanggang naging next month, next year, hanggang nagsawa na siya sa kaka next. sabi niya, sige na nga. bukas. bukas na.

yun, dumating yung bukas. dire-diretso siya papuntang monkeybars. habang naglalakad ilang beses siya natalisod, lampa siya eh, pero wala siyang paki. ito na eh. one time big time. kaya ayun, nilakad niya ng dirediretso…

para lang abutan na wala na yung monkeybars. nilipat na daw. sobrang delekado daw eh.

kaya ayun, magsimula nun, hindi na ulit nakita ni chan-chan ang monkeybars, hindi narin niya ito nasubukan kahit kelan. hanggang ngayon, binatilyo na si chan-chan, lampa parin, para parin cyborg na lampa, parang 3CPO, at hanggang ngayon di parin nakakapag monkey bars. asar.

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bakit may world peace ang mundo

masaya ako. alam mo yun, natupad kasi yung matagal ko nang minimithing pangarap: ang world peace. nakaktuwa, tuwing lalabas ako, makikita ko ang mga tao, lahat may ngiti sa labi, lahat nag yayakapan at nag hahalikan. walang holdaper o killer o snatcher o rapist, kasi lahat nag mamahalan. may world peace na, nakakatuwa. at alam mo yung pinaka malupit sa lahat ng yun? ako ang may dahilan kung bakit may world peace.

isang araw kasi habang naglalakad ako, nakasalubong ko ang isang diwata. ganito kasi yun, dapat may pupuntahan ako nun eh, pero naisip ko, wag nalang, dyahe, wala naman akong mapapala, kaya ayun, imbes na gawin at puntahan yung dapat kong gawin at puntahan nag lakad nalang ako papuntang dela costa building. dun sa mga exhibits, pumasok ako ng nautilus, ang ganda dun eh, tahimik, madilim, at parang lugar ng pam-pot session, ganda ng ambiance. kaya yun, pumasok ako, naghahandang mag paka-emo ng biglang may nakita akong babae na nauna pa sakin. maliwanag yung damit niya at kumikintab. humarap siya sakin at ngumit. shet, sabi ko, ganda ng ngipin niya. nabasa niya ata yung isip ko kasi may linakihan pa niya yung colgate smile niya eh. ikaw si kirk diba? bigla niyang tanong sakin. whapak! pano niya yung nalaman? sumagot ako, oo, ako nga yun. nag salita ulit siya: alam mo ba, matagal na kitang pinag mamasdan, at nakita kong may mabait kang kalooban, kaya dahil diyan, isang kahilingan. natulala ako. huwat?! sabi ko. isa nga ba talaga siyang fairy? meron akong stalker na diwata? okay lang, sabi ko sa isip ko, mukha naman siyang hot eh. pag kaisip ko nun, bigla siyang nag blush. nagulat ako, nag violet kasi yung mga pisngi niya. shemay, nakakabasa nga ata siya ng isip! sori kirk, pero as usual, katulad ng milyong milyong babae sa mundo… hindi kita type. hindi naman ako nagulat nung sinabi niya yon. okay lang yun miss diwata, sanay na ako. sagot ko sakanya. napangiti siya, para bang naaawa yung mga mata niya.

okey, back to bussiness, sabi niya. yun na nga, matagal na kitang pinagmamasdan, at napansin kong may mabuti kang kalooban, kaya isang kahilingan. what!? sagot ko naman. oo, isang kahilingan, bilis, ano? anong gusto mo? pilit ng diwata…

napaisip ako, hindi agad pumasok sa isip ko ang 1 billion dollars, o PSP, o mini cooper, nablanco yung isip ko. tapos,natuwa naman ako, whaw, sabi ko sa sarili ko, di pala talaga ako materialistic. biglang sumagot ang diwata, asa ka, mabagal ka lang talaga mag isip, sabi niya habang tumatawa. oo nga, may point ka miss fairy. sagot ko. o, ano? anong gusto mo? tanong ni fairy.

um, gusto ko ng… gusto ko si… um… eh… basta.. um… sinisigaw ng isip ko, pero di ko masabi, at asa ka, hindi ko rin i-ta-type, hahaha!

alam ko na yang gusto mo. pwede ko agad yan ibigay sayo. sabi ng diwata. pero sumabad naman ako, pero hindi ba yan interfering with free will? kahit nga si God, hindi yan ginagawa eh. sagot ko naman. sabi naman nung fairy, ang trabaho ko lang naman ay magbigay ng kahilingan, ang trabaho ni God, sakanya na rin yun, hindi ko yun kaya eh, hanggang dito lang ako. sagot ng fairy. what? ang labo naman nung sinabi mo, sabi ko. tumigil ka na nga, ano, gusto mo bang tuparin ko na yang pangarap mo? gusto mo bang pag labas mi nitong nautilus nagaabang na siya sayo at mag so-stroll kayo buong magdamag? gusto mo na ba yun?

wow, oo nga, sulit yun. sabi ko sa sarili ko. pero para naman akong humiling ng zombie. pero sayang. pero ewan.

pinili kita kirk kasi alam kong isa ka sa mga duwag, mahina at lampa na talagang kelangan pa ng fairy, kaya kung ako sayo, sulitin mo na.

pero…

ano? anong hiling mo?

world peace. oo, yun ang gusto ko.

sigurado ka? wala na tong bawian. at eto lang, para matulungan ka sa desisyon mo, alam mo bang nasilip ko na ang future mo, at wala siya dun, maniwala ka sakin, wala siya dun. sino ba naman ang tatagal sa tulad mo?

… oo, gusto ko ng… gusto ko nang world peace.

okay. sabi mo yan, wala nang bawian ah.

oo naman.

sige. world peace here on the rocks.

biglang naging violet ang buong nautilus. para bang umusok ng malakas tapos biglang umikot ng sobrang bilis ang mundo. tapos nakita ko umitim ang langit. puno ng mga papel na may chinese chracters. whaw, sabi ko.

yun, kaya ngayon, maswerte ka. kaya ngayon, pag labas mo, may world peace. pasalamat ka sakin. oo, world peace. yan ang gusto ko. world peace.

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tang ina, kinagat ako ng lamok

Prayer is the path to God. It is a difficult journey, there are no signs assuring you that it indeed leads to Him, except the constant yearning inside of you telling that this is certainly the right way. The path of prayer is difficult. It offers no soft grass to lay your head when you slumber. All it has to cradle you is its rocky dusty ground. Do not be troubled, it is because the path of prayer does not encourage you to sleep, it wants you to keep your watch and be awake and vigilant all the time. Unlike the road of sin, the path of prayer has no vegetation or vibrant wildlife, everything is almost barren. Because unlike the road of sin, the path of prayer does not want you to stay put and enjoy, it wants you to yearn, it starves you so that you may seek more and more for your end. There are moments when puddles of honey and milk appear in the path of prayer, but I warn you that as quick as these puddles appeared so as will they vanish. Do not be troubled, the puddles vanish to show you that anything sweet on the way is finite. Everything sweet in the path is just a taste and a teaser of greater things to come. There are always those who would lead you astray, but give them no notice, just look straight. Always keep your eyes on your true goal and don’t let it fool you with empty mirages, your goal is God! The path of prayer is extremely long, and sometimes it even goes in circles, but it is just fine, the trail to heaven is really tricky and not for the weak of heart. Sometimes it even feels like the path is never ending, sometimes it feels like the journey is empty, do not lose faith, it is your only fuel! Just keep on walking the course. The path of prayer is not defined in certainty, but in faith and in zeal and in trust, and as long as you keep walking the path despite all doubts and questions, you are sure to reach your goal.

So now you are to start your journey, never get distracted and keep your eyes always on the prize. Always follow the path. Let nothing keep you astray from the course. In moments when you feel that the road is endless and empty, just listen to that tiny voice inside of you. And again, no matter what, keep walking.

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My Daily Musings with Christmas

Yesterday I saw Christmas.
She was in red,
the color of passion she said.
She continued to walk,
strut her new red outfit,
do you like it? Do you like my new red outfit?
Of course I do, I answered,
what else coud I say.
Well, have a nice day, she said,
as she strut away.

This morning, again, I saw Christmas,
Good day, I cheered, I see the sun is up.
Yes it is my dear, that’s why I’m off,
She was in blue sparkling in the sun,
serenity bled in her legs as she ran,
Bye for now, I should keep up, she said.
Of course you should, but if you may,
I prefer you in red.

Tommorow, again, Christmas passed me by,
naked.
humming a melody I knew not.
What is that music?
It is yesterday’s voice, she said.
Ah, of course it is, the music of blue and red.
I almost forgot, today is tommorow,
The day void of hope, filled with sorrow.
Like my color? She teased.
Color of your skin, that is?
No, the color of my dress? She persisted.
I see naught, red or blue,
or any color that i knew, I’m sorry.
Dissappoinment drew in her face, she squirmed:
Remember, today is tommorow.
I hope now you know.
Yes you’re right. Forgive me, I said.
Now I see her color was of time,
was of music twisted to laughter and love,
was of hope drained with security,
was her sun-tanned body.

Next month, I never saw Christmas again.
Not in blue, not in red,
nor in any color I have said.
Not in the wind, not in time,
not in the twisted emotions
or the sanctity of crime.
I saw her no more,
only in dreams did she visit.
Not in blue, not in red,
but in the color of tears shed
for the longing of her,
because she was once loved.
Loved by me,
and loved by you,
love lost in the labyrinth of colors and faith.

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