Thursday, May 26, 2011

E 67: I Didn't; I Do

I see the sunlight.
Food is always delicious.
I sleep well at night
all because of love.

Everyone seems nice.
Problems seem not too heavy.
Silly acts seem wise
all because of love.

I travel afar.
I would spend too much money.
I stare at the stars
all because of love.

I listen to ballads.
I would study how to cook.
I give some flowers
all because of love.

I write a new poem.
My heart printed in these words.
And they seem so chromed
all because of love.

E 66: Salt and Songbird

It is very rare to find a very nice person in this world. And for me to count those that I know who are really nice, they can all represent the finger in my hands and there are still available slots to fill in.
One of the closest that I could get is my friend whom we'll call here by the name of Salt. Salt is an example of a person whom you cannot think of doing something nasty nor mean yet, knows how to be "bad" at certain times.
I used to not believe that a person can be nice and at the same time, survive the real world. But there's Salt and her persistence to solve problems with wise decisions. She knows how to act according to situations. She knows mostly what's right and wrong. She knows how to handle problems. Yet, all of these are done without letting herself be pushed into using bad ways.
No, Salt is not perfect. She commits mistakes. She can be mean at times. She knows how to get along with others despite differences. I guess that's what makes her realistic and human.

Another person I believe to be extremely nice is someone whom I'd call here as Regine. She almost have the same personality as Salt's. I think I could only point out their differences like Regine's a book junkie, a more religious person, and a milder version of Salt. Regine was my classmate and was an avid follower of my blogs. She would usually push me to continue writing and is actually one of my greatest inspiration in writing. We would usually agree with a lot of stuff despite me being really mean. But don't forget to note also that Regine can also spit mean statements at times and that makes me laugh knowing she's very soft and prim. But in general, you can classify Regine as a total obsessive compulsive freak--which is probably why she's so light and sunny. She just wants things in order.
Knowing these two girls is like seeing a part in life that is not stressful. One cannot think of the terrible things a person can have when one knows them. They stand out in their own kind ways.

I used to believe that being usually nice is for losers, but they prove me wrong.

E 65: Crawl If You Must

They don't like you. You know to yourself when you are right and you know when you're wrong. You know that they say things about you and they just hurt badly. They never get tired of the same issue. Now they throw these balls of fire onto your soul and try to burn you down until you give up on their knees. But you know that these balls of fire are only created by the power of their minds.
They try to be blind and try to just push you down, and you don't know why.
Stand up. Lift your head up. They're trying to act mature even if the reasons behind them are childish. The important thing is that you are aware with what you've done, you listen to constructive criticisms, and you shun nonsense. This is the world today; it's a huge jungle and people try to build a food chain which favors them. That's not how we live. We just strive for doing the right thing. It's impossible to be always right, but doing our best to be right can enhance us in this struggle for a better world.

Go, continue walking. When they push you down, don't be embarassed to crawl; they may have gotten you on your knees but prove that they cannot stop you from moving on. You know the right arms to use, the right hands to hold, the right way to head onto, the right words to spit, and the right fist to clench. And when all these things happen to be used wrongly, bend, be humble, 'cause like everyone else, you're human. We are all sinners. That fact shouldn't keep you down; it should challenge you in proving it wrong.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

E 64: My Friday Peeps

There is that feeling after a long week of work, you just want to unwind and do something that is not work-related with your officemates.
One time we were standing at our building waiting for a bus home when a thought struck us: Let's go to Tagaytay! It was a summer mid-evening and we suddenly thought that witnessing the sunrise at a majestic place with the sight of the beautiful Taal volcano was a very splendid idea. We decided to go as buses heading that way go through the road we were on. We had the cash and enough enthusiasm to sniff the early Tagaytay morning air.
Then, we took upon the consideration that we were wearing shorts and thin clothes. We have just had a summer theme in the office that day. Tagaytay is a much colder place and we figured that going there wearing only flip-flops and shorts is a suicide. They asked our friend George if they could borrow some stuff that could cover their about-to-shiver skins. I had no problem; I thought I would outlast the temperature with my summer outfit.

But it was all hassle to go at George's house. And George was not sure if she could let them borrow some clothes also. So, we thought of other ways for along time.
Then, we decided to just go to Jupiter--that planet where a lot of restaurants and KTV bars rest. We took a cab spaceship and later on, we were rocking the early morning out with some songs, drinks, and fancy food. Despite being tired, we were not kept from keeping our spirits up. Afterall, we cannot just share our stress with each other all week long; we deserve to share our joys in the end of that week.

Monday, May 16, 2011

E 63: Tik Tok

Silence can be really freaky at times. I'm not sure if silence has already killed anyone but I think it's enough of a torture. There are times it's used to keep a wronged student bored in detention or a lover freaking out trying to guess what's wrong.
I'm freaking out. There are tendencies in me that surface in my mind and want to break loose. Has it ever happened to you? You sit on your chair, working, and all you hear are the tapping of keyboards, the some time sounds of foot steps, and some sneezes of your officemates. Your music does not suffice your interest anymore and what you're doing is suddenly making you too listless.
I just suddenly thought of playing aloud "Tik Tok" while pushing my chair around with me wherever its wheels take me. I'd scream if I wanted to. Then others will join! They feel the same way as I do. They started singing and dancing along with the song as if we're on a Glee episode. Some will even stand on their station's table, use a brush as a microphone and sing!

The office just suddenly seems so human!
Truth is you can't do these things. The keyboards are tapped, some footsteps are heard, and someone sneezes at times.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

E 62: Lighten Up

I was a person who doubt a lot of things. A little skeptic, yep, that's how I was. We can never really trust things a lot with how the world goes today, can't we? Everything seems to be motivated by self-interests.
Then I came to the point when I got knocked in the head by what seems to be a coconut from the tree of epiphany. Doesn't doubting too many things make us sad? I used to think that seeing the wrong in things that seem so right is a key to wisdom. Until now, yes, I still do. But now to the point that I strongly hold on to that opinion anymore.
You see, life is as simple as it can be. Things are just what they are though they can be surprising at times, but everything is just... What it is. Then came people who dug into the deepest cores of things and started to complicate everything. Truth is that everything is complicated in their simplest ways. We just make them too complicated that we start losing hair.
I believe in the Yin Yang principle, that balance is maintained in the world. We need to see what's wrong to know what's right. We need to fall to know how to stand up again. We need to feel pain to know what pleasure is. But there are times that we ought to be happy--not that we close our minds to reality, but we just have to accept things as they are and do our best to make things right. Being happy is not letting things just happen; it is making things right by having an open mind to things that we should accept. Everything exists for a purpose--but don't get me started on cockroaches.

Life is fun. Love is all around. Sometimes, we have to take things slow to know what we could be missing. Let's step back from all the chaos and see what's in store for us in a day; a friend, a present, a funny situation, or a lover.
Let's not forget how to be happy every once in a while.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

E 61: Ijimete Mitai

The Rules:

1. Put your ITunes, Windows Media Player etc. on shuffle.

2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.

3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.

4. Tag 20 friends.

5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.

 6. Have Fun!


IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?
 -- What you waiting for?? 


 HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
 -- Telephone (ENGK!) 


WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
 -- (Drop Dead) Beautiful


HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
 -- Early Mornin'


WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
 -- Thiss = Love


WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?
 -- Have A Little Faith in Me


WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
 -- Ooh Ooh Baby (HAHAHAHHA!)


WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
 -- Perfect Lover (AYOS! hahaha)


WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
 -- Crazy Beautiful Life


WHAT IS 2 + 2?
 -- Gives You Hell


WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
 -- Kiss and Tell (OH SHIT! HAHAHA!)


WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
 -- Ougon No Tsuki


WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
 -- Up N' Down (Bastos)


WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
 -- Don't Let Me Be The Last to Know (macho-dancing)


WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
 -- Anything But Ordinary (Sakto! My life's theme song)


WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
 -- Radar


WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
 -- Fruit Machine


WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
 -- Animal


WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?
 -- Vanity


WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
 -- Cherry Lips


WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
 -- Ijimete Mitai

E 60: The -Est

Good morning kid! Have a wonderful day ahead! Smile! You have nice smiles, you know.:]

Padaan o babeh. Bawal ngumiti!..
..dapat ngiting-ngiti. Hehe.:]

Yes, pangalan mo pa lang sa inbox ko e, kangiti-ngiti na.. Kapagod Kid.

You're the Pokémon I chose. I hope we'll evolve into something majestic and wonderful.:]

I think pain is inevitable. It is a hurtful yet helpful ingredient for us to grow. No one is capable of making other people laugh all the time. We're not perfect.
Sometimes, bad things do not lead to bad results. The key principle is optimism.:]

Ako din! I wanna have you eight days of the week! Gusto kita gawing meal six times a day! Want to cuddle you 70 seconds a minute!

You're the -est in every great adjective.

You compose 99 bits of a hundred.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Tonight is indeed a VERY HAPPY night.
Good night, Babeh ko.. 98 is perfect.:*

Bigla ako nagutom. Haha.. Ung pagkain ko nasa Enterprise Center pa..

Saturday, May 7, 2011

E 59: Colored

See the sun in an afternoon filled with nothing but a Saturday feel of nostalgia. The world is a little bit sepia. In the middle of the summer, you seek for something interesting to do. You go out, go to the mall, see what's in the movies, and see what food is good to eat.
The freshness of the air conditioner in the mall gives us a reason not to leave the place. The beautiful sunset at the bay makes it hard for us to stay inside. Everything seems so right on this day. You think that you've gone through hell then heaven comes along unexpectedly.
Surprise.
Music plays. The sky brightens. People seem to be friendlier. The earth seems impossible to end. Oh, who put the flowers around this place? Did I ever ask for birds to sing? No need. But I guess that's nature. That's the beauty of nature's surprises.
I really got nothing to say.

Friday, May 6, 2011

E 58: Mama

Exactly a year ago, I received two call that gave me exact opposite feelings and played with my security. The first call, in the middle of the day, came from my new employer, telling me that I was hired for this new job. The second call came from my father, telling me that my mother was already in a bad condition in the hospital.
I rushed my way there and found my father holding some sort of device that pumped air into my mother's mouth. Just the sight of it already defined what the day was in store for us--excuse me for being morbid that time. I stood beside him, saw my mother's eyes closed, and her breathing was really weak. The device was the only thing that kept her breathing according to my father. We took turns in pumping it.
A male doctor gave an impression of the Grim Reaper as he bowed down and told me that my mother would not last long anymore.

My siblings arrived, hours passed, and we were all there for our mother. Sadly, the youngest, the only girl among us, stood outside because kids were not allowed inside.
Mom's brother and mother arrived. Later on, the end of a great life has arrived. We suddenly noticed that mom was too quiet. Father told me to call the doctors. I couldn't find the words to say; How can you utter to them that your mother's dying?
The next thing I knew, doctors were around the bed, they were trying to revive her. It went on for almost half an hour. My little sister helplessly stood outside, at the glass door, not knowing what was happening. After all, there was already nothing.
Nothing.
Two feelings conquered my heart: Sadness for the loss of a person who inspired me a lot in life and relief that she no longer suffers from her illness. I stood there beside my brother as we looked at the horror the hospital have painted on her on the last day. She could have passed away in some more peaceful manner.

I started to look at medical technology as monsters that can either help or destroy you.
Days after, it was mother's day. It was quite different then that we greeted her as she only laid in a box and that my little sister and I couldn't playfully hug her anymore.
Before we start looking for love that we can have for the rest of our lives, let us not always forget to look back to the love that raised us unconditionally: the love of a good mother.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

E 57: My Birthnight (Revised)

Locked inside, alone, filled with hatred, I sat at the end of the bed with mind overflowing with memories; bad and nothing good. I had no idea where to go now. There was no escape from this nightmare. I looked at the drawer. Inside the topmost drawer dwells the weapon of my mortality. I got off the bed and pulled the drawer open and found that weapon gleaming against the dim light of the bedroom.
The knife.
Sadness continued to force the tears into falling from my cold eyes. But I was numb enough not to cry. However, this numbness had no chance of keeping me from realizing what the world had kept me from having. All my ambitions, goals, dreams.... How the world seemed to erase them from existing in my own universe.
I debated within myself. Is it the right thing to do? I guess so. I knew there was another voice in me contradicting that idea. But I was deaf with the persistence of melancholy and grudge.
Something has got to end.
I had the point of the blade enter my skin and my physical being. Oh, how it gracefully entered my spirit!! How good it felt to have pain as my source of pleasure. Indeed, pain had been the source of pleasure all my life!
This isn't my act of defeat. It is my act of triumph. I am entering deeper into the place where no one else can ever enter; A place I only conquer.
The cold shiny blade traveled on a road unknown and untraveled. It went on a few more distance from where it started and the flow of vermilion was the flow of freedom.
Then, I lay on one corner and let the flow of freedom reach reality. It reached the floors of the room. It was welcomed by the room's dim light. It gave birth to me.
The birth of my immortality.
I am not defeated. It is the start of everything. I embraced death; My Birthnight.
I sat there, staring coldly and blankly on the walls of the room. I felt drowsy. Of pain? Of bliss? I didn't know. It was the strangest feeling of all. The silence added the eeriness of the event.
I waited.
The light of the room seemed to fade. The vision was becoming blurry. Triumph. Freedom. Who ever thought people could defeat me, when all this time I have the power over myself?
Waiting.
Waiting..


-March 30, 2007- The year figures. :D

E 56: Oops Pinoy Music

The Original Pinoy Music is known for a lot of ballads and most of them, like 96%, are about love. Maybe it proves that Pinoys fancy the idea of love most of the time or maybe it proves how eager we are to continue increasing population rate. But the thing that matter to many of us Pinoys could be love, right?
So, I wonder about the daily struggles.
The reason why I barely favor any Pinoy singers is that most of them are divas and balladeers--not my kind of performers. They don't appeal to me though I must say some of them have incredible voice. Regine Velasquez doesn't awe me. She belts out her voice most of the time that it gets boring. It's like seeing Meryl Streep act damn well in many movies that you are no longer thrilled or surprised (the Meryl Streep syndrome, is that what they call it? Am I right?). Plus, they sing the same stuff over and over: being heartbroken, being inlove, having a hard time in a relationship--their lyrics are bombarded with cliches that any song could contain them. music nor the voice. And aside from those, these artists don't become popular for their OWN songs but for covering OTHERS' songs. Wait, are they even popular?

There came a time that many singers created albums which contain revivals. It's like making them sing in videokes and recording them--tadaa! Instant albums. Where's the effort in making music?
Then, we start having recording artists with no singing talent. Who would believe that Willie Revillame's album sold a lot of copies to put him on a top spot? My ass.
I also find it weird when celebrities have albums made for them. You only hear them speak in their albums. As far as I know, only singers make albums for music. I don't really get the sense of listening to someone saying quotes and words that they just want to express. Let someone sing them or write a book.
Not that I want OPM to become an array of pop music. I just think that we need a little adventure with how we create music. We cannot box ourselves in ballads alone. If that's the case, everyone will sound the same. There's ought to a variation. We need more--MUSIC is larger than plain ol' belting out voices along with the usual minus one tapes. Oh, sorry, were there producers?

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

E 55: How To Compose A Pop Song

Being a pop music junkie, I was able to come up with the main cores of pop song lyrics. I compose pop songs, also, which is why I can already tell how stereotype dance anthems can be. If you want to be a good pop music composer, be reminded of the following core elements:
1. Tell what you're going to do tonight.
2. You're in a party.
3. Mention how sexy you are like what you're wearing, how your body moves, or what you do to others.
4. You're dancing.
5. Tell what you're going to do tonight.
6. And you feel all right!
7. Give orders to the DJ.
8. Describe the bar.
9. You are on the floor.
10. Tell what you gon' do tonight.
11. Pick up lines.
12. You're dancing with someone.
13. Sex.
14. Tell what yah gonna do tonight.
15. And you feel all right.
16. You just can't stop whatever you're doing.
17. You're drunk.
18. You're inlove with the person you've just met.
19. Ohhhhh...
17. Invite people on the floor.

18. You want more!
19. Tell what you wanna do tonight.
20. Describe the music in the bar.
21. Someone's checking you out.
22. Yeeeaahhhh...
23. Lose control.
24. Ask someone what he or she is gonna do.
25. Say "I'm into you."
26. Tell things that you're gonna do tonight.
27. And you feel so right.

28. Shake it.
29. Phrasal verbs like "turn on," "let go," "smash up," "blow up," and "turn on."
30. Don't forget to mention "tonight."

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

E 54: Loosen Up A Bit

We live to learn. In life, there are basic rules that we must follow because they are learned by people before us. Mistakes have happened and we don't want to make them again.
However, life doesn't give us everything. We can't read a complete book where all the things we ought to do are there. This is when experience comes into the scene. We will never really know what's wrong with something unless we experience it first hand.
Another problem comes into view. There are people who are so uptight. They don't want to make mistakes. They want to be perfect, they want to have a good image, and they want to make themselves believe that they are wiser than themselves. But being wise isn't hiding from the dragon; it's facing the dragon. How can one gain adventure if one's to only stare at it and laugh?
Everyday, we see people that we dislike, people who are different from us, and people whom we think are stupid.

But sometimes, these people either teach us a lesson--which is NOT to be like them-- or they exist to show us how much we are missing in life. You see, life gets boring without a little adventure. And, adventure here means challenging yourself with something new and having a great time with a problem. You don't go to a posh place, lie down, have a drink, and chill. That's relaxation--not challenging unless you are into financial adventure. You can never be perfect--might as well enjoy the imperfections in life.
That's why I see people whom I dislike, people who look and act stupid for me--but I don't want to judge them. I just laugh at them but in the back of my mind, I know that SOME of them are trying on something new. Life is all about learning, not trying to act learned.

E 53: A Tiny Reunion

College is the make or break starting point of one's career. If there are people who see how you grow in that process, they will be your blockmates.
Saturday, we decided to get a little reunion. It doesn't matter how many people would come--it's the presence that matters. As we sat there at a table, changes are noticed: prettier faces, better personalities, higher positions in their workplaces, bigger bills, and even bigger physiques (that includes me). It is fascinating to see that once, we all were arguing about homework and eating in the cafeteria and now you all discuss better things and eat at a classy restaurant. Some of them changed, some people maintained who they are and what they are known for.
My blockmates were mostly girls from a school where men are endangered species. Knowing the usual girl groups, there will be raised eyebrows and envy among each other. That is virtually seen in this group. The bond is strong and they don't try to outdo one another rather, just tease each other in a more fun and unoffensive way (well, quite frequently).

After that dinner, the few ones left decided to hit the bar. So, we went to the nearest, grabbed a drink, and waited for something to happen. The dancefloor waited patiently but as the DJ pumped it harder, we decided that we oughta to light up the space. Lasers flashed, strobe lights danced, bass pounded, treble pierced our ears, bodies collide, hands in the air, sweat dripped, drinks spilled in mouths... It was a blast as we danced till we effin' dropped!
Afterwards, I had a little talk with the two people I usually end up talking to at nights like those at that same place with the same depths of discussions (though our last topic wasn't something really deep). Then, we called it a night.
No matter how less communication is, friends remain as friends when you meet them once more. Time surely moves quickly, but it can never take away friendships that are made to stand the test of it.