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Posted in Pagmumuni on June 19th, 2008
I felt a liking to post not because I have to or I’m turning twenty one tomorrow. So much has been way my last post and I almost couldn’t remember how to start an entry - one which is usual and goes through every mechanism I did with the other fifty or so. What i’ve become all the while, I cannot even tell. I haven’t been to myself in a long time, really. After sixteen bleeding years at school, I finally managed to save myself documents to put me in a career. I may not know where I’ll be for, say, the next ten years but I am certain that i rank among the two million eight hundred thousand individuals in need of a fat paycheck. When would I begin dreaming?
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Posted in Pagmumuni on October 17th, 2007
For a rerun of the old phrase: “It’s always nice
talking to an old friend.” - and it always is, indeed. For quite
sometime, never had this spontaneous catch-ups on each other’s
what-and-whereabouts went on for more than a multitude of SMS
exchanges. Lovely has always been a dear friend. Likewise, a good
partner in crime way back our good but perilous highschool days. Sadly,
the years spent already went past and away. How I wish we could meet
again.
Malapit nanaman ang bakasyon. In line with the thought, nandyan nanaman ang pinakahihintay na reunion sa puntod ng mga yumao.
And then, just because I can’t sleep, I suddenly hate the world for it’s deafening lullabies.
Pasok na sa banga ang grades ko sa majors,
hopefully, but I feel otherwise for those nonsensical minors. I’ve
always dreamt for those fortune-giving cookies which would enable me to
retain my scholarship and hence, continue my government-milking
ventures.
May isang period, dalawang comma, at dalawawpu’t-pitong vowels ang sentence na ito.
Badtrip.. drained nanaman ang utak ko. Makatulog na nga.
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Posted in Pagmumuni on October 2nd, 2006
It’s me and those words, which sounded so obscene and defamatory, that you chose to put me in your bin of memories. Yeah, it’s been hard losing you as a company. Frying our livers, burning our lungs, nature trips, et al - has gone good then, but now just feels like a paragraph in a story. I don’t know if you opted to put things into oblivion, or maybe it’s just some phase I dreamingly pine for having a happy ending. And when that time comes, if it seems it doesn’t hurt badly anymore, would you still be able to recall that time when I was just an SMS away?
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Posted in Pagmumuni on September 28th, 2006
Huminto kami sa bahay, sa tawag ng isang pabor. Kung anong naisip niya at bakit ay hindi ko lubos mahabi. Ang inakala kong payak at napakalayong posibilidad ay biglaang sumabog, tila’y isang araw na ginapos ang gabi. Gayun nga at nangyari ang mangyayari, kabila ng makailang ulit na pag-aalinlangan. Pero, sino nga ba ang tatanggi gayung minsan at minsan lamang ito darating. Unti-unti, ay isang pagtalakay sa kung sino at sino pa nga ba ang kabilang sa kanyang mumunting pelikula. Makaraan ay ang pahirapang pag-uwi, ang tipong madalang na pagparoo’t-parito ng masasakyan. Hindi ko na batid kung saang lupalop siya nakarating. Mahirap kimkimin, kung sakali mang aking ipagsabi, daan-daan ang aking gagalitin sa isang libo’t isang gabi.
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Posted in Pagmumuni on September 24th, 2006
I’m having headaches. I don’t know if this could practically be fatal or just an offshoot of an idle lifestyle. Watching romantic flicks. Devoid of empathy. A cup of coffee. Marlboros, all for company. There might be a thousand single humans out there, love stories are all the same.. and I beg to differ. I’m just another star with a lonely planet.
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Posted in Pagmumuni on September 23rd, 2006
I lost my flash mp3 player last night. Oo, not quite pricey but it’s worth an investment, for the bucks would go to something else anyway - liquor et al. Kaya may sense of loss pa rin ako. Leche kasi pag lasing na ko, I tend not to be attentive sa possessions ko. I woke up with minute recollections of a night I can’t particularly assess. I couldn’t even seem to fathom who I was with. That feeling that makes you want-to-scream-out-of-sheer-embarrassment given all what you did the past 24 hours. There’s no better way to describe it but that throb in the gut and those suppressed inclinations to call who you were with last night and hear them tell all their tales. I love you alak, you’re one hell of an experience inducing moron!
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Posted in Pagmumuni on September 22nd, 2006
I don’t find myself adept to schooling. Ewan ko, given my talent sa panggogoyo ng gobyerno to finance all this, I don’t see the air to learn, because I know I’ve already failed myself. Not just once. Discipline is one habit I’m not looking forward to handle better than how I do with my bottle of beer.
Kahapon, I spent half my morning digesting current events, the other napping.. when suddenly, two ugly baklings came. Ayun, nagkalkal si bakla sa drawer ko ng ipangrarampa niya sa gimikan. Swell that he found one, since I myself raid other people’s drawers too.
Been reading Brokeback Mountain kanina, can’t help but be emphatic. I don’t know if it was seeing the movie first that put me into melancholy or was it just that Ang and Anne practically puts every audience in a catharsis.
Ggrrr! Sana makapasok ako ng 1st period.
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Posted in Pagmumuni on September 20th, 2006
You woke up early because you don’t want to miss your classes. You came there, but hear not even the faintest drag of footsteps, not a reek and billow of smoke blown out of some bum’s piehole whom you very well get along with. Nobody bothered to tell you early on that classes are cancelled, so you ask passersby en route to their singularities. They affirm to whatever doubts you hold. Consequently, you continue walking. Finding that there’s no familiarity from your vantage, you start to feel alone, in bad company with, who else, but yourself. You begin resorting to your options. A, B, C, D, E, F, G.. and then drown yourself in permutations.
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Posted in Pagmumuni on September 10th, 2006
Umulan kanina, kasabay ang tila isang platoon ng sundalo na nagtatakbuhan sa bubong ng aming bahay. Mas trip ko pa na ibabad na lang ang tainga sa static ng radyo kaysa marinig ang ingay nito. Katuwang ng pagpapalitan namin ng SMS ni Jade ay ang pagtalakay sa aming pag-aaral. Tunay ngang dudugo ang iyong utak sa panunuri sa mga prinsipyo sa likod ng pisikal na mundo. At ganun na nga lamang ang aking pagbatid na hindi lang ako ang hirap umintindi. Lecheng kurso, gusto ko nang sumuko.
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Posted in Pagmumuni on September 10th, 2006
Well, there might be a good start after all, always. Past haunts me again. “From when have you been?” I said. It’s time and again these times of year that I creep for a pen in hopes of scribbling a few words and finding myself tracing sensible things. It may well be almost a third of a year when I last had the push to drive inks and carbon towards a couple of punctuation marks.
I, of course, seemed mediocre. Pardon me; I’m too lazy to write for I had my beers. This one, on a 15×20cm sheet of recyclable paper meant for a 14-inch tube in tandem with a 1.61GHz AMD processor. All for a never-ending frustration to recall the lesson time always tell - to remember.
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