Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Little Boy



I dreamt of a little boy
Chubby cheeks and fingers
His face glows
And has the sweetest smile.

I know he was mine, ours
In time, we’ll meet again
I swear, all that I am
Will be poured out to this little boy.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Dear Patience



I have a far-reaching
Patience – ever.
Probably, if possible
Some award giving bodies
Could hand me out
A trophy wrapped in faux gold.

This very soul
Could probably tackle
So much smart
But, maybe only for awhile
I could yelp my guts out
And my voice can be deafening.

I have a far-reaching
Patience – ever.
The world knows that.
You know that.
To rebel,
Is not even in my nature.

I may not be as daring
Like the ones you had before me
I will not retaliate
By giving myself away
To some strange longing –
Loose woman is not I.

I have a far-reaching
Patience – ever.
But don't abuse it.
For you might wake up
With no trace of me
Can ever be seen.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

No More


While sharing tuna turnover,
Blueberry cheesecake and buttered corn and carrots,
They engaged in a conversation -
Neither of them liked.

She started it.

With fire in his eyes -
Hurt and angered,
Left the w/g bond on the table,
And walked away.

She wanted to follow him,
But her feet won't move.
No tears,
But her heart was screaming...

SORRY!

Maybe, this is it.
No more them.
Goodbye to this
Team that can not be beaten.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Hush Now



Hush now
and just be still
know that,
as written in The Book,
all things work together
for our good.

Hush now
yours is such a great life
there's no need
for you to live in that
dismal and hollowed place
and comparing yourself to others.

Hush now
you have been saved
by Someone greater
from the scars and ugly rigor
of old clots
such revival is a blessing.

Hush now
gather yourself
wear your prettiest smile
just like the good 'ol times
show them how well
you were raised by your folks.

Hush now
remind yourself
how many times this man
have chosen you
over so many things, people
and sometimes himself.

Hush now
you are such a beauty
what with that heart
and the values
passed on to you.
Yes, dear
you are indeed beautiful.

Hush now
don't tumble
remember how hard
you fought
to win those battles
you have chosen to fight.

Hush now
you have all the reasons
why not to frown
you have a life
others would wish for themselves.
Love, you are that blessed!

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Whitewashed


"I've always said that we Filipinos start being racist not just when we go abroad but even while we languish here like prisoners dreaming of escape. Nothing shows that more than whitening lotion, which Thompson rightly points to. That has got to be one of the most mind-boggling things for foreigners who come here to get a tan. It speaks volumes about the mentality of the colonized. If you are dark-skinned in this country, you are reduced either to an object of ridicule or to comic relief. Spanish and American rule may have physically gone, but not so their psychological residue. To this day, I cannot forget what the mother of a Filipino contestant to a world beauty contest said, which was that she couldn't understand how the judges could prefer a "negra" to her daughter who was a mestiza.

Even now we suffer the fate of a people who have been whitewashed. By seeing only what is light, we are constantly kept in the dark."

-Conrado De Quiros, There's the Rub

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Blueprint Drama



The weak echo of weeping
Tears midway
And then fighting hard
From it to ever kissing the ground.

Embracing the silence
Thinking of anything just pleasing
Or whatever is imagined
Hoping to be treated better.

The hands are bruised
Blisters on such hands hurt
But as inspired by logic and love
They say that it pays to wait.

But the grip is almost loosening
Waiting hurts
When the difference from today and last week
Is not that evident; same-same.

Witnessing what you want
Happens to almost everyone you know
But never to self
Dramatic against the odds.

Finding ways to combat the blues
Tackling whatever, come what may
But here's in the offing
Cease waiting for life to happen.


Monday, November 10, 2008

Loathe 'Em



Over the years of appetite fondness of doing analysis work, I have become a very keen observer. Trust me, even the littlest details I notice – from how one's hands move while s/he talks, how one refuses to make an eye contact when talking to a woman, the curving of one's lips when angered, raising of an eyebrow when the topic was rather taboo, dirty fingernails and the list goes on.

Late at night, when silence becomes resounding, I would often indulge myself to serious thinking. Recalling anything and everything that happened to me that same day or sometimes, few days earlier or even rehearsing some possible scenarios in my head. And when really inspired, I would jot down words or phrases that would often strike me – both in a good way and otherwise.

Forgive me if instead of parading words/phrases that struck me in a good way, I’ve decided to be a little different and publish words/phrases that made me cringe or even puke.

Here goes my Top 10:

1. Basically – I would often hear this from speaker/s or those who were trying to explain something but you see, what is basic to the speaker may not be basic to the audience or listener.

2. Honestly – Every time I hear the word comes out of someone’s mouth, I’d be tempted to retaliate with “Does that mean you’ve never been honest?”

3. Sheesh, Man – Two things. I just never liked this sheesh. What does it really mean, anyway? And second, I am not a man.

4. Ma’am – Out of respect, it gives me a certain pride when co-workers would call me Ma’am but when used in a different tone, especially in an argument – being called Ma’am makes me want to strike back with my sometimes-sharp tongue.

5. You know what I mean – I used to hear this from a former boss and every time he would lash these words out, I’d be tempted to answer back with “No, I don’t”. You know what I mean, sometimes make me feel like I look/sound stupid.

6. You get me – For the same reason mentioned above.

7. Truth to the matter – Whatever happened to simplify? KISS? I rest my case.

8. Practically – I used hear this from an insecure, old woman – who includes this word in every sentence. “I practically did everything.” “Practically, this is how it should be done”. And the letter A in the word was continually pronounced as E, thus – “prEcticElly”. Annoying.

9. Three – I heard this word pronounced as tree more than 20x, putting an emphasis on the letter T.

10. Oh my god, Whatever – Sometimes they’re cute to use but when overly done, they're already irritating.


I have 3 Cattleya fillers filled with words/phrases such as the above but since I really don’t want to paint myself a little more edgy than I already am, I’ve decided that those Cattleya fillers and their contents are solely for my amusement. Please don’t get me wrong. I am not a linguistic geek but I just happen to have this “weird” way of observing people and then writing such observations down on a neat, sometimes scented paper.

So there.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Talkin' Talk


During my singing-with-my-band days, we used to play this song a lot of times and most recently after digging old but cool stuff, I am reminded of how my younger years were like. Crazy yet serene and not that complicated. Those were the days filled with a whole lot of singing, listening to music and yes, memorizing lyrics by heart.


Just let me have my flow!

Talkin' talk is not just talk
Being there is half the walk
If you wanna know yourself / stay with me
You gotta do the talkin' talk

I try to reach you
Get right down to the issue
We're not happy with how it is today

Sure, there are happy days and
Good things to dwell upon but
When you are mad you walk away

You call me baby and
I just shrug my shoulders because there's
Something important on my mind

Don't wanna pick a fight but
We don't see eye to eye and
We really need to get things straight.

So what if we disagree
Don't wanna change you
I don't want you on your knees

Are you afraid your loving
Will fade away
Whenever deep talk is released?

Communication, baby,
That's what I claim today
It don't have to be bad.

I wanna know your mind
And you to be into mine
So we can get ahead

Can we talk?





Sunday, November 2, 2008

Just Visiting



I saw him again.

Yes, he showed up in my dreams again. He looked well and was clad in a white shirt. He was just staring at me - blank and emotionless. I tried to motion, as if daring him to tell me what's wrong - or tell me anything at all but my body grew stiff, staring back at his blank face. I recognized that face, that built. The first and last time I saw him was back in 2003, when he was no longer breathing and everyone who knew him was mourning.

Now, I am scared.

The last time I checked, he was never in my thoughts. I don't have any memories of him - we were never introduced, most of those in that household, I don't know him personally... I just knew him by name.

My afternoon nap was halted. I woke up feeling cold and really scared. The moment I got hold of myself again, I grabbed my BIV and prayed - whispering a heartfelt prayer for his soul.

Having lost so many loved ones already to Death, I have learned that our life here is just really temporary. While I don't welcome Death just yet, I am aware that everyone has to go through that. And I am pleased that he, who just showed up in my dream, is in a better place now.

And I'd like to think that he was just visiting.