Messages For Everyone

to someone i thought i'd like to get close to but decided i wont:
just because im being friendly means i am a s*ck-a**. it was a reciprocative gesture, not an aggressive act. wish you think before you speak. never expect id be as warm to you as before.

to the person who gave me a reason to look forward to going to that party:
i know i would never have the chance to be friends with you but just seeing you there is just enough to put a smile on my face.

to someone who has left and whom i shared some of life's sweetness:
there will never be an assurance as to how things will be in the future but im glad we became friends and we had a some fun memories together. not much really but just enough to make me miss you. i hope we could be good friends and will remain as one till the end.

to the friend who has awakened that night the sensuality i never thought i had which lay dormant for years:
i was sure glad that we could still talk the next time we saw each other. you know how much i really wanted to talk to you about what happened that night on our way home the next day. but i guess it would be best to let it be just like that. someday we could probably talk about it and laugh. it was a sweet memory though...one of those i will never forget.

to the girl who thinks she has won the lottery with that man:
i know you'll be happier together because if i were in your place, i'd be miserable as hell. i just am not sure if he deserves your love. but i wish you all the happiness.

to the person i almost get attached to but cowardice prevailed:
thanks for all the talks, it was all worth it. had i agreed to let you come over, had i put meaning over that 1-hour wait, had i never stopped communicating, we would probably have the chance of becoming "friendlier". good thing we are on the same network. i could still get updates from you despite your distance.

to someone who has broadcasted my so-called apology as her crowning glory:
i just want to say that i meant that when i said sorry. however, the apology was for hurting your feelings but never on taking back what i said because i always have a reason for everything that i say. i may regret some but that thing that you just accused me of saying which i could have possibly said (i have a poor memory), i would never take that back because if i really did say that, i think you deserve it. besides, i am entitled to my opinion. i am not violent and i am just not a loud mouth like you that's why i kept quiet. i know how to get angry too but i just dont let it out my mouth. if we would have taken that in a court room when we will be driven with reasons and not with negative and aggressive emotions, i know i will win.

to the girl friend i had since i was six:
it's best if you would not let boredom set in. you're well and good on your sixth year despite what you've been through. come on, marriage is a natural thing to do. just remember that ill be here no matter what.

to the person i thought i loved:
it's good seeing you again after sometime. not really much has changed on you but i was a bit wondering how come you became so distant. we never became good friends though.

to a buddy who committed a mistake but has moved on:
i really know you are a person that could withstand whatever that may come. and what happened proved that you really could. remeber that a child is always a blessing because there are some people who may never have the chance of having one. a mistake is never a reason for me to leave. we've been friends since highschool and i know there are still things more important than mistakes...friendship is one.

to the friend who never fails to get me a match:
thanks for all the effort. im as happy as a lad. i do have my own share of acquaintances. well, we may never know one of your friends could be the one for me but thanks really.

to the friend who has been one of the best phone pals ever:
philosophy has always been a great topic and it has never escaped our phone calls...and so is love. i know how you feel and i think im feeling it too especially during my "senti" moments. those talks somehow made me think of God. looking forward to the future in solitude is somewhat a possibility but its too early to conclude. youth is still on our side. and yeah, i really am thankful for forwarding me the messages of that guy i am so fond of.

to the guy im so incredibly fond of:
you were one of the first people i met in school yet we never became really close. i could remember every single instance when you have spoken to me (which is actually just thrice) or when we just even had close encounters. anyway, i hope you are doing just fine there. i could have written this on a text message but since i really have no business texting you, this will probably remain here for good. i wish you luck and happiness with her.

to the best "living-near-the-beach" philosophical friend:
you surely are one of the coolest. endless talks are always possible with you. this isnt the venue for a message for you because i know ill be dialing your number in a while.

to the man that ill be loving for the rest of my life:
paths are always tricky. we do get lost. but love will find its way. and when the day comes that our paths would cross (again, could be), i know it will be forever.

Teeny Weeny Bits and Pieces of Realizations

In the middle of work, I saw this post that really stuck me. I really think that it always boils down to who's the authority and who's not. People in power really could make themselves look smart and dignified eventhough they are the worst dumbasses that human race could produce...at least Neil Geiman does think so.

"It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the Emperor has no clothes. But the half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor." - Neil Gaiman

And yeah, next week's Valentines...as a friend puts it, "...when forgetting is as important as remebering..."

To my First Post in Filipino

My operation clean-up turned out to be a funny reading exprience after all. Saw this old notebook and found some scribbles in some pages that are actually words that can logically be assumed as poems. I can't believe I wrote poems then. But anyway, here's one piece I wrote which I really don't like. Well, its not much of a poem...I really don't know how'd I call it. Anyway, here it is.


Nakaraan ang magdamag
Di naisip ang kawalan
Di nakita ang kadiliman
Sapagkat ang iyong yakap
Tinakpan ang larawan ng kasalukuyan.

Hati at lubog sa bagabag
Ngunit di na alintana ang kaduwagan
Di dinamdam ang kakulangan
Dahil ang pagkakataong ninais
Hiling na sa iyong tabi'y nakamtan.

Lumipas ang sandali
Isa-isa'y mawawalay
Ilang sandali pa'y kawalan
Ang siyang hahantungan.

Limang oras ang pag-iisip,
Sintagal ng mahabang pelikula,
Ng oras sa pag-aaral sa hapon,
Ng magdamag na ang iyong kamay
Nakahawak, mahigpit.

Anim na oras sana.
Subalit sisikat din ang araw
Lahat mawawalay,
Lahat ay magiging alaala.

Paalam.

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A product of boredom in the absence of love.

Music Maladies and Shallow Humor

Well we did have fun at the beach that day. But if you won't believe me, here is the proof of how shallow we could get when we get together!

Haha, fun isn't it?

Speaking the Text Lingo

'Twas a fun afternoon. It has been an hour since we started walking and loitering around the village streets consuming that chocolate bar and fish crackers we bought on that store just around the corner of my friend's house. We finally decided its time to quench our thirsts and finally close our snack session with a good, cold drink.

After having passed through several sari-sari stores (one of which was oddly named "Anything Goes" Store), we eventually found ourselves cruising the merchandise of this store not far from the exit which has a payphone on top of its glass shelf. We weren't so particular about that phone until this girl came and asked if she could use it. Well, the salesgirl didn't hesitate as it was a pay phone after all.

We were on our way back to the street with tetra packs already punched with straws when the girl using the phone started out her conversation. We werent really so attentive until her first greeting.

"Hello Ma'am...", she started in a loud and very serious tone. Perhaps she was talking to someone very important. Then the words she blurted after that became the reason why the next few blocks on my way out of their village became one of the longest and most memorable laugh trips we had..."Ay Ma'am, Good P-M!"

Well, to match that, let me put it this way...The only most appropriate thing to describe what we did on our way out is "LOL!"

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Postscript: A perfect situation that definitely showcases the deep crevice that SMS and chat lingo has created into our lingua franca. Makes me wonder how "robot-like" humans are...*winks*

First published in Friendster blog February 1, 2006 2:16 AM

This Torment

(Dedicated to a friend who never ceases to love...)

Deep within, words kept coming
Reminding my soul of an undying bliss
Like earth rolling down a mountain
In a landslide...

Shadows of your existence flashed
It just kept appearing
Like lightning streaked across the sky
In a stormy night...

I would have screamed
I would have flown and escaped
But I can't
And I refuse to
Your memory is too precious to let go.

Originally posted from Friendster Blog January 30, 2006 9:01 PM

Inbox

Luisa grabbed her phone just under her pillow. It was still dark yet something seemed to wake her up. Instead of seeing that usual display of the time on her phone's display window, an envelope was displayed telling her she's got a message.

"Who the hell would text me at this time?", she asked frowning as she gently pressed the read button of her phone with eyes still half open. But her eyes lit up and a smile soon flashed across her face as she saw the sender's name. Yes, it was from him, from Marco.

After finally taking in all that was written in that five line screen, she turned off her phone and went back to sleep. The next day she visited his grave at the cemetery.

First posted in Friendster Blog January 29, 2006 6:38 AM

From Dust Till Doom

Got some thoughts while cleaning the window sill...

Words are carefully chosen to express love in its truest sense. But words are the very thing that limits the real essence of what it really is. There's only one word that captures it all...LOVE.

So will you stop blabbering?

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First published in Friendster Blog January 15, 2006 9:52 AM

Butterflies and Jars

The night was calm and no rain was tapping on the roof, only the sound of the cricket just outside the window. It was nothing more than a night of slumber for many yet to Luisa, it was an evening full of memories she wants to put in a jar just like a preserved butterfly in the lab; dead indeed, but its beauty, its vibrance, and all its signs of life are trapped and suspended forever. If only she could put barricades on the highways of time just to let those moments come to a halt and place them in a jar...But she couldn't, she just can't.

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First published in Friendster Blog January 15, 2006 9:36 AM