Mga Paskil
Tuloy ang lakad. Natesting na namin nina Sagingducky, Labandera, James, at Jas. Usapang panaginip kay GMA, Samurai X, Cooking Master Boy, silabus, Hello Garci, at ang mga nakakawalang-ganang katrabaho sa mundo. Tuloy rin ang sulat, syempre! Aba hindi na lamang iyas ng tula ngunit pati simula ng kwento ay binabanatan na rin ng mga sumasabak sa lakad!
Walang nagmamay-ari ng lakad na ito kaya kinukumbida ang sinumang hindi takot sa "hiding" cameras na napundar ng IRRI dahil piso lang ang binabayad sa UPLB para sa lupaing Pinoy. Walang nagmamay-ari sa lakad kundi ang naglalakad, kaya tara na. Alas singko medya ng umaga sa NCAS ang kitaan. Martes, Miyerkules, at Huwebes. Makakarating pa sa klaseng alas otso o alas otso medya, pangako. Kaya nga tinesting na, para sigurado.
Isa pang paskil. Martes (bukas na!), ganap na alas siete ng gabi, halina't baybayin ang Freedom Park para sa oryentasyon ng PANTAS sa mga nais makisapi. Todo tugtugan, tulaan, at kainan. Mukhang may souvenir pa. Sundan lamang ang usok ng mga kandila at mga palo sa bongo.
Hun 27, 2005
Hun 22, 2005
Devil in the details one
After you feel your way through this, after you notice that I've no interest in looking you in the eye, you will give me back what you owe me. Then I'll say hello again. You'll see, as if nothing happened. You know that I really mean I hate you. That's plus points for perception! All the acting must've helped you.
Incomplete info though if you do not see what I intend to do. Great the God that blessed me now with a plaything, don't you think? Just when I'm down too, tsktsk. Plus points for timing.
After you feel your way through this, after you notice that I've no interest in looking you in the eye, you will give me back what you owe me. Then I'll say hello again. You'll see, as if nothing happened. You know that I really mean I hate you. That's plus points for perception! All the acting must've helped you.
Incomplete info though if you do not see what I intend to do. Great the God that blessed me now with a plaything, don't you think? Just when I'm down too, tsktsk. Plus points for timing.
Hun 17, 2005
Maligayang bati, Durga! Hala namamayagpag ang Diyosa!
SagingD, influenza ito ni Manong CBS.
Magiging masaya kaya ang puro major? Sana sila man lang masaya. Ayon nga sa mga matatandang gurong yumao na, "good luck."
Hindi ko na kilala ang Los Banos. Ewan ko kumbakit, napatagal yata ako sa iba-ibang mga mundo. Gagamitin ko sana ang isang paraan ng analisis para matuklas kung anong puntodebista ko ngayon: mula sa posisyong mababa, nakatingin pataas? o mula sa posisyong mataas, pababa nakatingin? nakataas ang kilay? o isang kaibigang hindi alam kung kaibigan pa ba ang turing sa kanya ng makakasalubong niya?
Baka kaaway? Nakakapagod namang magtapang-tapangan kapag puro duwag ang nakapaligid. Luwa pa ang mata.
Marami namang kaibigan, ewan ko. Ang galing nga ng mga dati kong kasama sa PANTAS na nagpapaplug na mag-ooryentasyon sa June 28 sa Freedom Park pakikontak na lang si Loo o Jaki kung interesado, nagkalat na ang mga numero nila sa kampus. May mga wala ayun sa ere tatakbo mag-isa pero ano pa nga bang magagawa natin? Gusto ko rin naman maglakad mag-isa, sa totoo lang. Mag-ingat sa hiling. Baka maging isa ang paa.
May kwento si KantoG, pati si Miss Dearest, at may tula si Vic. Magaling. Sana ako rin kwentista. O di kaya, phoet.
Dapat yatang masarap ang ganitong LB, isang malaking maligayang bati ang mundo, nakangiti. Okay pero hindi ko alam kung paano tumugon. Parang masyadong maputi ang ngipin. Parang sagad masyado ang ngiti at hindi ko alam kung kita ko na ang lahat ng kanyang kamay. Baka may kamay (o mukha) na nakareserba sa likod, may ibang dala.
Isa pa kaya hindi ko alam kung paano tumugon. Walang okasyon.
Hindi siguro sa akin nakatingin. O tutok sa akin ang mata ang ngiti, sakdal tamis, ngunit hindi niya alam na hindi niya ako kilala.
SagingD, influenza ito ni Manong CBS.
Magiging masaya kaya ang puro major? Sana sila man lang masaya. Ayon nga sa mga matatandang gurong yumao na, "good luck."
Hindi ko na kilala ang Los Banos. Ewan ko kumbakit, napatagal yata ako sa iba-ibang mga mundo. Gagamitin ko sana ang isang paraan ng analisis para matuklas kung anong puntodebista ko ngayon: mula sa posisyong mababa, nakatingin pataas? o mula sa posisyong mataas, pababa nakatingin? nakataas ang kilay? o isang kaibigang hindi alam kung kaibigan pa ba ang turing sa kanya ng makakasalubong niya?
Baka kaaway? Nakakapagod namang magtapang-tapangan kapag puro duwag ang nakapaligid. Luwa pa ang mata.
Marami namang kaibigan, ewan ko. Ang galing nga ng mga dati kong kasama sa PANTAS na nagpapaplug na mag-ooryentasyon sa June 28 sa Freedom Park pakikontak na lang si Loo o Jaki kung interesado, nagkalat na ang mga numero nila sa kampus. May mga wala ayun sa ere tatakbo mag-isa pero ano pa nga bang magagawa natin? Gusto ko rin naman maglakad mag-isa, sa totoo lang. Mag-ingat sa hiling. Baka maging isa ang paa.
May kwento si KantoG, pati si Miss Dearest, at may tula si Vic. Magaling. Sana ako rin kwentista. O di kaya, phoet.
Dapat yatang masarap ang ganitong LB, isang malaking maligayang bati ang mundo, nakangiti. Okay pero hindi ko alam kung paano tumugon. Parang masyadong maputi ang ngipin. Parang sagad masyado ang ngiti at hindi ko alam kung kita ko na ang lahat ng kanyang kamay. Baka may kamay (o mukha) na nakareserba sa likod, may ibang dala.
Isa pa kaya hindi ko alam kung paano tumugon. Walang okasyon.
Hindi siguro sa akin nakatingin. O tutok sa akin ang mata ang ngiti, sakdal tamis, ngunit hindi niya alam na hindi niya ako kilala.
Hun 8, 2005
Hun 5, 2005
Sa a-nuwebe
(1) May dating estudyante ako na kamukha ang lead singer ng Mojofly. Nagpapapayat siya, sabi ko huwag na at baka mag-iba ang mukha niya.
(2) Mahilig siya kay Neil Gaiman tulad ng karamihan ng estudyante ko na pinatawan ko ng parusang "Snow, Glass, Apples." Katunayan, naghahanap ako ng ayaw kay Gaiman. Hindi ko alam kung trip siya nung kaibigan ni Kantobabae na si B-. Sabi kasi ni B-, mukhang maglelecture daw sa UP Diliman. Hindi lang sigurado kung si Neil Gaiman o Neil Garcia. Baka daw si Neil Gayman.
(3) Tinext ako ni Sisterdear na pupunta nga daw si Gaiman, pero sa Makati. Sinabi ko sa kamukha ng lead singer ng Mojofly na pupunta si Neil Gaiman dito. Balita ko Huwebes daw sa Rockwell, a-nuwebe ng Hunyo.
(4) Registration duty ako sa araw na iyon, nagtext si Sagingducky. Halos kasunod lang nga ng text ng Sisterdear tungkol kay Gaiman.
(5) Kaya ang tanong ni Manong Hamlet: pumila o pilahan?
(6) Sabi ni Sagingducky okay magpapicture katabi ni Gaiman habang naka-dark leather jacket siya.
(7) Sabi ko astig na kasi sa akin ang Huwebes, napapamahal na sa akin ang araw na iyon, June Nine Sounds Fine, at hindi ko yata maaatim na makipagpalit ng registration duty kasi ayokong Wednesday June Eight o Friday June Ten magsimula ng taon sa Los Banos.
(8) Inisip kong maganda ring pakinggan ang Tuesday June Seven sa kabila nina Morrie at Brad. Hindi ko na ito tinext dahil pinahihirapan ako ng '7' button ng cellphone ni Ma. Pati ang '*' nag-iinarte na. At dahil mas maganda pa ring pakinggan ang Thursday June Nine.
(9) Nilalakad lang ang Rockwell mula dito. Ngunit mamasahe pa talaga ako pa-LB na para bang may tinatakasan.
(1) May dating estudyante ako na kamukha ang lead singer ng Mojofly. Nagpapapayat siya, sabi ko huwag na at baka mag-iba ang mukha niya.
(2) Mahilig siya kay Neil Gaiman tulad ng karamihan ng estudyante ko na pinatawan ko ng parusang "Snow, Glass, Apples." Katunayan, naghahanap ako ng ayaw kay Gaiman. Hindi ko alam kung trip siya nung kaibigan ni Kantobabae na si B-. Sabi kasi ni B-, mukhang maglelecture daw sa UP Diliman. Hindi lang sigurado kung si Neil Gaiman o Neil Garcia. Baka daw si Neil Gayman.
(3) Tinext ako ni Sisterdear na pupunta nga daw si Gaiman, pero sa Makati. Sinabi ko sa kamukha ng lead singer ng Mojofly na pupunta si Neil Gaiman dito. Balita ko Huwebes daw sa Rockwell, a-nuwebe ng Hunyo.
(4) Registration duty ako sa araw na iyon, nagtext si Sagingducky. Halos kasunod lang nga ng text ng Sisterdear tungkol kay Gaiman.
(5) Kaya ang tanong ni Manong Hamlet: pumila o pilahan?
(6) Sabi ni Sagingducky okay magpapicture katabi ni Gaiman habang naka-dark leather jacket siya.
(7) Sabi ko astig na kasi sa akin ang Huwebes, napapamahal na sa akin ang araw na iyon, June Nine Sounds Fine, at hindi ko yata maaatim na makipagpalit ng registration duty kasi ayokong Wednesday June Eight o Friday June Ten magsimula ng taon sa Los Banos.
(8) Inisip kong maganda ring pakinggan ang Tuesday June Seven sa kabila nina Morrie at Brad. Hindi ko na ito tinext dahil pinahihirapan ako ng '7' button ng cellphone ni Ma. Pati ang '*' nag-iinarte na. At dahil mas maganda pa ring pakinggan ang Thursday June Nine.
(9) Nilalakad lang ang Rockwell mula dito. Ngunit mamasahe pa talaga ako pa-LB na para bang may tinatakasan.
May 27, 2005
Kung ako sa kanya, mananahimik ako. Manliliit ako. Kapag may nagtanong sa akin, ano'ng nangyari duon, sasabihin ko, Pare huwag na nating pag-usapan. Kapag hindi pa tumigil sa pagtatanong, sasabihin ko, Hindi talaga ako magsasalita, pare, totoo lang nakaperwisyo ako ng kapwa doon, iba na lang pag-usapan natin ha, hayaan mo akong mahiya.
May 22, 2005
K-
Nice day? Or still too much? A lot of questions you had there. Thank you for them. I let them keep me company for a while, as I simmer through my routines.
What have I been up to? A lot of boring stuff. The type that drives your folk to mark us socially challenged. Or misanthropes. In truth, I'm trying to keep to myself as much as humanly possible. Before, the coffeeplaces sufficed to give me some alone time. Overpriced drinks yes, damned too classy of me. But I like the understanding that I can stay there for hours, smelling other people's coffee while getting lost in the amorous wood of Petrarch's Canzoniere, the night of Williams's Iguanas, and the length of my own pen's shadow upon some unfotunate paper.
But recently, I end up studying people's faces and ways of conducting themselves. Those shiny elbows, those fine brows, the nasty hips, and all the blank eyes I can drink. It's a guilty pleasure at least, a perverse habit, at most. But I guess, that's my work. You deal with numbers and balances, I deal with character sketches.
I went to the hotel again on my own a couple of days ago. Going through much and I'm not disposed to disclose details.
I had a ballpen and pad. But then there was the expanse of the sheets. Although I had a craving for the stronger scent and color of oils and the thick brushes of coarse goathair. The bedsheets were as white as reams of bond paper. It was horrible.
I made full use of three hours and I didn't even touch the bed. Although, yes, I was dead tired. I guess I'm undergoing a lot of clarification too. A lot of "what's up now?" "what next?' "how do I work though all these?" I wrote so much that time. It took me almost an hour to realize that the aircon was not on at all.
You asked me too if there was propriety in writing me. While I don't know if you did right, I know that sometimes it's enough that you felt right doing so. You taught me that. Of course, you were never keen on following your own advice. I wonder if any of us can take the weight of our own advice?
This doesn't matter at all but allow me to say it: I'm glad you did.
See, my guide is this picture you gave me. I want you to always have that smile. I want to remember you as you were in your old safety-pinned whites and in your black elegance in diliman and rockwell (and all those places that I want to be dispossessed of). Most of all though, I want to be sure you are smiling.
Keep well and stay rested. The monsoon will come soon enough to soothe you. When was the last time you took a bath under the rains? Thank you for making your presence felt during these hours. Always pamper yourself.
And for your last question: keep him.
d
Nice day? Or still too much? A lot of questions you had there. Thank you for them. I let them keep me company for a while, as I simmer through my routines.
What have I been up to? A lot of boring stuff. The type that drives your folk to mark us socially challenged. Or misanthropes. In truth, I'm trying to keep to myself as much as humanly possible. Before, the coffeeplaces sufficed to give me some alone time. Overpriced drinks yes, damned too classy of me. But I like the understanding that I can stay there for hours, smelling other people's coffee while getting lost in the amorous wood of Petrarch's Canzoniere, the night of Williams's Iguanas, and the length of my own pen's shadow upon some unfotunate paper.
But recently, I end up studying people's faces and ways of conducting themselves. Those shiny elbows, those fine brows, the nasty hips, and all the blank eyes I can drink. It's a guilty pleasure at least, a perverse habit, at most. But I guess, that's my work. You deal with numbers and balances, I deal with character sketches.
I went to the hotel again on my own a couple of days ago. Going through much and I'm not disposed to disclose details.
I had a ballpen and pad. But then there was the expanse of the sheets. Although I had a craving for the stronger scent and color of oils and the thick brushes of coarse goathair. The bedsheets were as white as reams of bond paper. It was horrible.
I made full use of three hours and I didn't even touch the bed. Although, yes, I was dead tired. I guess I'm undergoing a lot of clarification too. A lot of "what's up now?" "what next?' "how do I work though all these?" I wrote so much that time. It took me almost an hour to realize that the aircon was not on at all.
You asked me too if there was propriety in writing me. While I don't know if you did right, I know that sometimes it's enough that you felt right doing so. You taught me that. Of course, you were never keen on following your own advice. I wonder if any of us can take the weight of our own advice?
This doesn't matter at all but allow me to say it: I'm glad you did.
See, my guide is this picture you gave me. I want you to always have that smile. I want to remember you as you were in your old safety-pinned whites and in your black elegance in diliman and rockwell (and all those places that I want to be dispossessed of). Most of all though, I want to be sure you are smiling.
Keep well and stay rested. The monsoon will come soon enough to soothe you. When was the last time you took a bath under the rains? Thank you for making your presence felt during these hours. Always pamper yourself.
And for your last question: keep him.
d
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