Kumpisal Ng Isang Manunulat

Sa kagustuhan kong magsulat uli sa istilong pinaka-kumportable ako, at sa kagustuhan kong magsanay para gumanda (ulit) ang sulat-kamay ko, naisipan kong gawin ang blog post gamit ang papel at ballpen. Parati ko kasing sinasabi sa sarili ko na baka kaya hindi ako masyadong successful sa pagba-blog eh dahil isa akong manunulat, hindi isang blogger. Naisulat ko naman ng maayos ang unang talatang binabasa mo ngayon. Hindi ko man naibalik ang dati kong napaka-gandang sulat-kamay (at dahil nahihirapan na akong basahin at i-type ang nakasulat sa notebook ko dito sa blogsite), natutunan ko naman ang isang napaka-importanteng aral ng buhay – Masakit sa hinlalaki at sa hintuturo ang pagsusulat kapag bagong gupit at pupod ang mga kuko mo.

Comic Relief

I noticed that my blog is becoming much of a drama anthology.

So before I post some of my "more entertaining" writings, here's a short "comic relief". It's posted on my friendster blog and I thought this might be a perfect "front-act" for my future posts.

To My Dearest...

You once again proved how your emotions can sometimes turn into a roller coaster ride.

A lot of things happened. Things that you were not expecting to happen. Or maybe you did but you shook the ideas off long time ago. Maybe it’s time to look back and see what you might have missed. Sit down. I want to talk to you about them.

Happyness

A friend asked me why I spell happiness as "happyness". At first I thought that I'm spelling it that way just to make me unique. But then the question made me stop for a while and and then I realized one thing. Maybe my subconsious suggests I spell it incorrectly because essentially, we can not find real happiness in perfection. And maybe that is also the reason why Will Smith's movie was entitled "The Pursuit of Happyness".

Dalawampu't Tatlo

Para sa mga isdang nauubusan ng oxygen sa dagat dahil sa global warming...


Kasabay daw sa pagtanda ng tao ang pagiging marunong n'ya. Isa sa mga katanggap-tanggap na kaisipian ng anumang sibilisasyon na nagkakaroon ng dunong o "wisdom" ang tao habang nadadagdagan ang araw na inilalagi n'ya sa mundo. At dahil nadagdagan nanaman ang bilang sa edad ko, naisipan kong pagsama-samahin ang mga bagay na natutunan ko mula nang namulat ang isip ko sa katotohanang imposibleng maging miyembro ako ng Ghost Fighter.

Love Letter IX

Immortal beloved, my angel, my all, my very self - There art a hand-full of words that I can say but still they can not explain why do I love thee. There art melodies that play in the air but they can not explain the reason why do I love thee. There art petals that I can give thee to compliment thy beauty but they can not whisper to thy ears why do I love thee. There art poems my heart recites but they can never rhyme to tell you why do I love thee. There art treasures I can compare with the amount of joy thou bring but they can not measure a chest of the logic of why I love thee. There art songs of love and romantic hymns my lips can stutter but they can not put into melody why do I love thee. There art souls who misjudge my intentions towards thee but they can never know why do really love thee. There art the heavens and the stars above I could proclaim my vows of unending appreciation but they will not enlighten my mind of the reasons why do I love thee.

Band-aid

"Nagkakaro'n ng simula sa bawat wakas."

Isa na yata sa pinaka-mahirap na pakiramdam sa mundo (maliban sa LBM, na meron ako ngayon) ang wakasan ang isang bagay na pinagtuunan mo ng madaming oras at naging isang malaking parte ng buhay mo. Iba-iba man ang itsura, kulay o paraan, hindi pa rin madali ang mawala sayo ang isang bagay lalo na kapag alam mong wala nang balikan at alam mong isa lang ang kababagsakan nila sa buhay mo... ang ala-ala.

S.U.P.E.R. P.O.S.T.

Tulad ng hangin, nagbabago din ang ihip ng electric fan.
Ang init nanaman kasi kaya pati siguro yung binubugang hangin ng electric fan namin, parang galing sa hininga ng tao. Buti hindi amoy bulok na ngipin.

7 Minute Prologue

These are my hands.
You can hold it
but you can't tie them together.


This is my face.
You can stare at it
But you can't tell what it says.


These are my lips.
You can tell them to open
but can't dictate what to say.


These are my eyes.
They can see your outside
but you can't fake what they see inside.


This is my brain.
You can make it ponder
But can't make it not think what it wants.

This is my head.
You can make it twirl
But you can't diffuse its reality.

And this is my heart.
You can hear it beating
But you can't really hear it shouting your name.


This is me.
You can destroy me
But you can't keep me from getting up again.
Stronger.
Collected.
Whole.

Lost Generation (A re-post)

I found a video on facebook and the excerpt is completely interesting, if not brilliant enough.

I am not the author of this, but it's worth to be posted here.

Instruction: Read it and read it again in reverse ( from the bottom up)

Lost Generation by Jonathan Reed

I am part of a lost generation
and I refuse to believe that
I can change the world
I realize this may be a shock but
“Happiness comes from within.”
is a lie, and
“Money will make me happy.”
So in 30 years I will tell my children
they are not the most important thing in my life
My employer will know that
I have my priorities straight because
work
is more important than
family
I tell you this
Once upon a time
Families stayed together
but this will not be true in my era
This is a quick fix society
Experts tell me
30 years from now, I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce
I do not concede that
I will live in a country of my own making
In the future
Environmental destruction will be the norm
No longer can it be said that
My peers and I care about this earth
It will be evident that
My generation is apathetic and lethargic
It is foolish to presume that
There is hope.

And all of this will come true unless we choose to reverse it .