a friend sent this poem. read on...
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Ang Pag-ibig Alinsunod sa Pakete ng Tide Ultra
sabi ko
ayaw kong maglaba sa gabi
hindi ko alam kung bakit
siguro’y ayaw kong makitang
nakasungaw ang bituin sa ulap
at pinapanood ang bawat kong kusot
pero hindi kagabi –
ang totoo
naglaba ako
sinamantala ko ang pangungulimlim
ng bituin sa nangingilid na ulap
at natitiyak ko
maputi ang aking nilabhan
sinunod ko yata ang bawat instruksyon
sa likod ng pakete ng tide ultra
1. kunin sa timba ang damdaming matagal nang ibinabad
2. kusutin ng mabuti, pabulain
pabulain upang matiyak na
natatakpan na ng bula
ang mga salitang noon pa sana sinabi
3. at dahil nahuli na sa sikat ng araw
na siyang pagkukulahan
lagyan na lamang ng Clorox
upang kumupas at walang makakita
sa mantsa ni Eros
4. banlawan, maraming banlaw
at tiyaking maisama sa tubig
ang mga sentimyento
at panghihinayang
5. ibuhos sa kanal ang tubig
upang makapagtago sa burak
ang mga pagsinta
6. isampay sa mahanging lugar
ang nilabhang damdamin
pabayaan itong makahinga
matagal na rin naming
naikubli ito sa baul
pagmumuni pagkatapos…
napigaan ko na ang damit, mariin
nakalimutang ko nga lamang
pigaan ang tubig sa aking mata
paalam muna
samantala’y magpapatuyo muna ako –
ng damit
ng mata
sana’y walang makakita
salamat sa pakete ng tide ultra.
(Gilbert M. Sape)
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Durog kung durog!
I came across this phrase a couple of years ago, during a cold night in Baguio. A friend and former colleague used this phrase to describe how much she gives into a relationship – no limits, no hesitations, 101% real L-O-V-E!
Durog kung durog… this captures the lengths to which individuals in a relationship would go to, just to preserve what they have. It’s not enough that they get beaten and bruised, they would even endure the pain of having their hearts laid down in a mortar, then ground and crushed into tiny bits. That is the very essence of this phrase – enduring the pestle’s painful grind.
Durog kung durog… this entails not measuring how much one can give, because the well will certainly not go dry, not until there are still small pieces to be broken down into the most minute particles.
Durog kung durog… what one feels when someone has taken one’s heart, held it tightly with one fist and crushed it, leaving it dry and mangled. But the damage does not end there. The battered heart is thrown to the ground, gets stepped upon, repeatedly.
Durog kung durog… this is what one might feel after a really ugly goodbye. One can do nothing but to stand up, straighten ones clothes, and continue walking, ignoring the fact that the heart is broken, bruised, mangled and battered. After all, ‘durog kung durog’ is what we say after losing a battle – a battle we knew we could never win in the first place.
So ask yourself, are you willing to go the extra mile, braving all odds and facing the possibility of being “durog” at the end of the day? I certainly would not. Well, not now. Ikaw?
19 July 2006
Wednesday
05:26pm
Penang
Durog kung durog… this captures the lengths to which individuals in a relationship would go to, just to preserve what they have. It’s not enough that they get beaten and bruised, they would even endure the pain of having their hearts laid down in a mortar, then ground and crushed into tiny bits. That is the very essence of this phrase – enduring the pestle’s painful grind.
Durog kung durog… this entails not measuring how much one can give, because the well will certainly not go dry, not until there are still small pieces to be broken down into the most minute particles.
Durog kung durog… what one feels when someone has taken one’s heart, held it tightly with one fist and crushed it, leaving it dry and mangled. But the damage does not end there. The battered heart is thrown to the ground, gets stepped upon, repeatedly.
Durog kung durog… this is what one might feel after a really ugly goodbye. One can do nothing but to stand up, straighten ones clothes, and continue walking, ignoring the fact that the heart is broken, bruised, mangled and battered. After all, ‘durog kung durog’ is what we say after losing a battle – a battle we knew we could never win in the first place.
So ask yourself, are you willing to go the extra mile, braving all odds and facing the possibility of being “durog” at the end of the day? I certainly would not. Well, not now. Ikaw?
19 July 2006
Wednesday
05:26pm
Penang
Monday, July 10, 2006
Futbol!
Malaysians are really football crazy! Football to them is like basketball to us Pinoys. And now that the world cup fever has invaded Europe, Latin America and some parts of Asia (Japan and Korea), Malaysia is joining the bandwagon.
Everything in Malaysia at the moment is contaminated by the virus that is the world cup – tv commercials, billboards, announcements, conversations, social events, etc. Malaysians breathe, drink and eat football, or futbol, as the locals would call it.
Being a legal alien in this country, I try my best to fit in – I’ve tried Laksa (the spicy noodle soup with a bagoong-like paste), spicy dishes, eaten noodles with chopsticks, even tried durian! And of course, since Malaysia’s favorite sport is football, I have to know why they go gaga over it.
So I surfed in the internet about the game, its history, the rules, the teams, and of course… the gorgeous players (yummy!). My favorite are: Cahill (Australia), Adriano (Brazil) and Del Piero (Italy). They are certainly the sweetest eye candy, I tell you.
Because of this new-found interest for football, I’ve spend several sleepless nights watching the games. The games usually start at 2:00 or 3:00am! And at this unholy hour, there I am in front of the tv, watching gorgeous yet sweaty men run, kick, jump and get physical with each other.
My eyebags, the dark circles around my eyes, the breakout in my skin and my cranky mood in the mornings are evidence of this new obsession. I was in denial at first, but now I can see clearly… I am futbol crazy! Just like everyone else in this country!
It’s near midnight. In exactly 2 hours, the final game for the FIFA world cup will be aired live. I am still awake, waiting for the ultimate game between Italy and France. I am rooting for Italy, since they are really like us Pinoys. My friend calls them the Pinoys of Europe (see: http://www.lifeinitaly.com/flash/). Aside from that, they are really, really cute! Go Del Piero!!!
This is the last world cup night. Tomorrow, the world will go back to normal. I can have my full 8 hours sleep. The white and black ball will finally rest, well, for 4 years… and will be in South Africa for the next world cup.
Still waiting for 2am…
Getting sleepy…
But need to stay awake…
Will just watch Piolo and Juday DVD…
Eating Goldilocks brownies, yummy!...
Now, can’t sleep…
Good luck, Del Piero, my dolce!
Postscript: (4:58am)
Del Piero didn’t score a goal (well, except in the penalty shootout), but hey… WE WON!!!
And what’s with Zidane, ramming his head in his opponent’s chest? He really deserves the red card.
Hurrah for Azzuri! La Dolce Vita!
09 July 2006
Sunday
11:58pm
Penang
Below: Del Piero, Adriano and Cahill, respectively
Everything in Malaysia at the moment is contaminated by the virus that is the world cup – tv commercials, billboards, announcements, conversations, social events, etc. Malaysians breathe, drink and eat football, or futbol, as the locals would call it.
Being a legal alien in this country, I try my best to fit in – I’ve tried Laksa (the spicy noodle soup with a bagoong-like paste), spicy dishes, eaten noodles with chopsticks, even tried durian! And of course, since Malaysia’s favorite sport is football, I have to know why they go gaga over it.
So I surfed in the internet about the game, its history, the rules, the teams, and of course… the gorgeous players (yummy!). My favorite are: Cahill (Australia), Adriano (Brazil) and Del Piero (Italy). They are certainly the sweetest eye candy, I tell you.
Because of this new-found interest for football, I’ve spend several sleepless nights watching the games. The games usually start at 2:00 or 3:00am! And at this unholy hour, there I am in front of the tv, watching gorgeous yet sweaty men run, kick, jump and get physical with each other.
My eyebags, the dark circles around my eyes, the breakout in my skin and my cranky mood in the mornings are evidence of this new obsession. I was in denial at first, but now I can see clearly… I am futbol crazy! Just like everyone else in this country!
It’s near midnight. In exactly 2 hours, the final game for the FIFA world cup will be aired live. I am still awake, waiting for the ultimate game between Italy and France. I am rooting for Italy, since they are really like us Pinoys. My friend calls them the Pinoys of Europe (see: http://www.lifeinitaly.com/flash/). Aside from that, they are really, really cute! Go Del Piero!!!
This is the last world cup night. Tomorrow, the world will go back to normal. I can have my full 8 hours sleep. The white and black ball will finally rest, well, for 4 years… and will be in South Africa for the next world cup.
Still waiting for 2am…
Getting sleepy…
But need to stay awake…
Will just watch Piolo and Juday DVD…
Eating Goldilocks brownies, yummy!...
Now, can’t sleep…
Good luck, Del Piero, my dolce!
Postscript: (4:58am)
Del Piero didn’t score a goal (well, except in the penalty shootout), but hey… WE WON!!!
And what’s with Zidane, ramming his head in his opponent’s chest? He really deserves the red card.
Hurrah for Azzuri! La Dolce Vita!
09 July 2006
Sunday
11:58pm
Penang
Below: Del Piero, Adriano and Cahill, respectively
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