me
April 23, 2008 | 01:56 PM |
5 invaded my planet
I am...
a piece of your imagination.
a part of this cruel world.
a person with a different personality.
a lingering image of a photographic memory.
I am...
the person you like to hate.
the person you envy.
the person you love.
the person you would like to have.
I am...
someone broad.
someone imaginative.
someone open-minded.
someone colorful.
I am...
just your imagination.
just a silhouette in the dark.
just an air that you feel.
just a taste that lingers in your mouth.
4th of July
July 4, 2008 | 06:06 PM |
landed
Since the US of A has a spot in my heart, (probably the same with other call center agents >: D) I want to greet America a
Happy 4th of July!!!
God Bless America! And our country too.
still untitled.
July 4, 2008 | 01:38 PM | tarts and arts
2 invaded my planet
It read 8:45 pm in his watch. "What a nice time to get lost in Tokyo." cried Louis. He was a legal alien trying to find his way through throngs of people. Trying to communicate with them is even more difficult, most of them can't speak English very well.
He needs to get to the Tokyo National Museum fast, or he will be late in his own art exhibit. "Where on earth am I?" he muttered loudly to himself. Louis had been to Tokyo five times already, but he can't seem to familiarize himself with the streets. He turned around too quickly, that he bumped into a Japanese girl.
"I'm so sorry! It's just that I'm really in a hurry and I can't find my way around. Perhaps you can help me find this mus......" his voice trailed off. He was captivated by the girl's beauty. Long, jet-black hair that frames her heart-shaped faced, black eyes that glisten in Tokyo's neon lights, red lips that looks like a ribbon on her rosy-white face. Her beauty was ethereal. Like an angel in the middle of a busy Tokyo crowd.
She smiled, bowed at him and walked away. Louis, still smitten by her beauty tried to run after her. He pushed through the people, but before he knew it, she was gone. Then he remembered his exhibit. "Shoot, a minute 'til nine. I'm late!" and he ran off to some road he hopes would lead him to the museum.
A part of my story. Still under construction. No title yet. A lot of editing, I'm sure.
The setting is in Tokyo. The main character, a painter and the Japanese girl a...secret? Ehe. I know, I know...I'm so fond of Japan. I don't know why. I'm not a former Japayuki either. I want to finish my story soon.
wanted
July 1, 2008 | 12:55 PM |
8 invaded my planet
Last Sunday, Sochan and I went to Greenbelt...to watch Wanted! Yey!
We bought tickets to the movie first (8:45 pm), before dining at North Park. We pigged-out on their fried rice with sauce, some Lechon Macau and...I think that was chicken. Two of our stray cat friends gatecrashed our dinner. We were so full that we need to smoke in-between the meal, and we need to...make a run for the comfort room. After stuffing ourselves, we had coffee in Seattle's Best. A little talk, some smokes and some thing to ponder about. Our little chit-chat went on splendidly, that it was past 8:45 when we got to the cinema! We were late! hehehe!
Wanted is based on the comic book miniseries by Mark Millar, with the same title. The film is quite fast-paced.
The next assassin is an account manager, battling with anxiety. His first encounter with an assassin is in a drugstore, where Wesley Gibson buys his medicine for his panic attacks. There, Fox (Jolie), battles with another assassin. After the chase, he is taken to The Fraternity's hideout where the other assassins are. From then on, he is trained to be one of them, killing people and "saving" a thousand from their kill.
The movie is cool, really. Our next film, The Dark Knight!
tokyo, manila
June 29, 2008 | 11:33 AM |
21 invaded my planet
Hindi ko alam kung too late na ba akong mag-rave sa "purple bus" na gumagala sa kahabaan ng ayala, at bumabiyahe haggang letre.
Kaninang umaga, natiyempuhan ko na naman ang purple bus. Mannrose Liner pala ang pangalan ng bus. Napaka-linis ng bus. Walang kalat. Walang vandal ang mga upuan, walang naka-dikit na bubble-gum, walang nangingitim na kurtina, walang sirang aircon, at walang kinakalawang na mga turnilyo.
Feeling ko, asa Tokyo ako. Dahil ang bus ay....galing Japan.
Ang TV nila, flatscreen! At ang linaw ng picture! Meron pang microphone ang driver na nag-aanunsiyo ang lugar na tinitigilan niya. Para kang nasa MRT! Kunwari, bababa ka ng Guadalupe, magma-mic pa ang driver at tatanungin ang mga pasahero kung sino ang bababa. Marahil ay, nagvi-videoke pa ang driver at konduktor kung talagang batong-bato na sila sa traffic. May camera pa ang bus sa likuran, para makita kung meron bang sasakyan sa likuran. Hindi na kailangang bumaba ang konduktor upang i-guide ang driver sa pagatras, dahil kitang-kita sa camera sa likod. Ang mga malaking salamin sa magkabilang gilid ng bus ay sakop na sakop ang tagiliran ng bus. Kitang-kita kung malapit na bang mahagip ang MAPSA na sumasaway sa driver. Kaya ang apat na haligi ng bus, kitang-kita! Ang mga salamin, sobrang linaw. Ang hangin sa loob ng bus, hindi amoy kulob. Ang sarap matulog. Pati ang sahig, ang sarap higaan.
Sana araw-araw, laging yung purple bus na lang ang sakyan ko. Ayoko na ng bulok na bus! Yung kumakarag! Yung tumutulo yung aircon! Yung mabantot ang loob! Yung kulang na lang, patubuan ng talaba sa Coastal!
an ode to summer
June 28, 2008 | 03:44 PM | tarts and arts
2 invaded my planet
Crinkled leaves in speckered paper
A child in a playul caper
A beautiful rose in a grassy garden
An apple that grows in the garden of Eden
A golden lyre's soulful melody
A couple's wonderful harmony
Sun's rays that play on the window pane
The flight of a lovely white crane
The green leaves of a sturdy tree
Horses that runs so free
The cat and dog that cheerfully plays
The wind that makes the grass sway
The fluffy white clouds in a blue sky
The speck of seeds from a rye
Summer paints a lovely portrait
Like juicy oranges in a crate
silence is a girl's loudest cry
June 27, 2008 | 09:47 AM |
10 invaded my planet
I feel worse than ever today.
I still can't eat. I only had bread during my lunch yesterday. When I got home, I didn't bother to eat dinner. When I woke up, I skipped my breakfast as usual. I didn't have much sleep last night. I spent most of the night wide-awake and in deep thought. I can't help but think of Leona's future. What if she starts going to school? Will I be able to send her to school? Can I still give Leona a bright future that I know, she deserves?
I know that there's still a lot of time to answer those questions, but I can't help but think of Leona. My mom says I'm too young, and I can still marry...but I'm scared. Whenever I see happy married couples walking with their children, it makes me sick to the gut...with envy. Back then, my former and I talked about our future together. A future so promising. We talked about a house, a car, where we plan to stay and how many kids we plan to have. I didn't know that a happy fairytale can end in a bitter manner. I didn't know that anything can begin and end in an instant. Everything in my life took a 360° turn. Everything turned into a blur.
When Dustin entered my life, I felt a different change. Like a cool wind on a hot summer day. It's still too early to tell if we are meant to be together. If we are meant for each other. Yes, he makes me smile. Yes, he makes me laugh. Yes, he accepts Leona. Yes, he made me felt love...but I know there's still a lot of things to prove. I think we'll just wake up one day, and realize that we both want to see each other's faces every morning and kiss each other goodnight. We'll just realize that it will be beautiful to wake up in each other's arms and walk hand in hand.
He's been asking me how many boyfriends I had before him. To tell you honestly Dustin, I only had two serious relationships before you. One in college, and the other one Leona's father. The rest of them dumped me, when they got what they wanted. All of them, I was hoping to be my last. Honestly, I am also praying that you'll be the very last of them. I'm sick and tired of all this shit. I've had enough. Thank you for making me smile and laugh...I'm sorry if I'm not able to reciprocate some of the affection you are giving me. I'm also sorry for being in a bad mood this past two days...I think you understand my problem.
I hope this stupid feeling will go away...can you cheer me up by taking me on a date on Sunday, Dustin?
tamaan ka sana ng kidlat...sa churchur.
June 26, 2008 | 10:32 AM | purple fury
11 invaded my planet
Ikaw.
Oo, ikaw. Bakit ba pag nagte-text ako sayo tungkol kay Leona, hindi ka na sumasagot? Ano bang problema mo? Hindi mo ba alam na anak mo si Leona, o iniisip mo lang na wala kang anak?
Tangena mo.
Kung nasan ka man ngayon, malamang nagpapakasaya ka sa pagiging buhay binata mo. Malamang wala kang problemang inaalala dahil wala kang pinagkakagastusan. Wala kang iniisip kundi yang sarili mo. Hindi mo lang ba naiisip ang anak mo sa bawat butil ng kanin na kinakain mo o kaya naman sa bawat bagay na binibili mo? Hindi ko akalain na ganyan ka. Ang galing-galing mo pang magsalita nung una. Nagpadala naman ako sa mabulaklak mong pananalita.
Tangena mo.
Malamang pinagtatawanan mo ako dahil naghihirap ako ngayon. Kung alam mo lang ang pakiramdam nang hindi kumakain. Sabagay, wala ka namang pakialam sa akin.
Tangena mo.
Hindi mo ba naiisip minsan na nahihirapan kaming bumili ng pagkain, gatas at diapers ni Leona? Hindi mo ba alam na minsan, wala kaming ulam sa bahay dahil walang pagkain si Leona? Wala kang alam sa hirap na pinagdadaanan ko ngayon. Pati si mama, nahihirapan na. Ano namang akala mo sa tindahan ni mama? SM Supermarket na maraming laman? Na malaki ang kita? Hindi mo ba alam na minsan hindi makapagbukas ng tindahan si mama dahil naubos ang kita niya sa kakabayad ng mga utang niya? Alam mo ba kung bakit siya umuutang? Dahil walang pambili ng gatas si Leona. Sa tingin mo, kasya ba ang sinusweldo ko sa mga pangangailangan ni Leona?
Tangena mo.
Maswerte yang pamilya mo. Sobra. Ang gaganda ng trabaho niyo. Pati ang negosyo niyo. Ang nanay mo, naikot na ang buong mundo. Bakit kaya hindi niya kayang bigyan man lang ang "apo" niya? Pati ang tita niyang flight attendant, hindi man lang maibili ng pasalubong ang "pamangkin" niya? Ikaw? Ni isang damit wala kang nabili kay Leona. Hindi mo alam na hinahanap ka rin nung bata. Lahat ng naka-itim na motor, tinatawag niyang "papa". Hindi ka ba naawa?
Tangena mo.
Pwede ka namang pumunta sa bahay eh. Hindi naman kami yung mga taong papalayasin ka. Hahayaan ka naming dalawin yung bata...kung gusto mo. Well, kahit naman nung okay pa tayo, madalang mo naman talgang puntahan yung bata. Akala ko, hindi ako galit sayo...yun pala galit na galit ako. Hindi ko lang alam kung paano i-vent out. Dinadaan ko na lang sa tawa ang sakit at hirap na nararamdaman ko.
Sana, maging masaya ka...pero mas magiging masaya ka kung dadalawin mo ang anak mo. Marunong na siyang magsalita. Marunong na siyang maglakad, gumapang at umupo. Marami na siyang kalokohang alam. Hindi mo lang alam na kasing kulit mo siya. At hindi mo maitatanggi na anak mo siya dahil ang laki ng hawig niya sayo. Pero...
Tangena mo.
Dustin
June 25, 2008 | 04:55 PM | tarts and arts
3 invaded my planet
Gentle brown eyes that stares into mine,
A gentle touch warm as sunshine.
Arms that lock me in a sweet embrace,
Beautiful hands that touches my face.
Like a feather in the wind, you carry me,
Like a light in the dark, you make me see.
Your voice stays in my head like a sweet melody,
Your laughter a cure, my remedy.
You are my silence in this busy world,
Like a love song I first heard.
You are the moon in a beautiful starry night,
Like a wind that takes me up in flight.
This heart beats only your name,
Like a lover lost in cheeky Cupid's game.
I want to stay in this bliss, I'm sure,
I am bound with this disease only Dustin can cure.
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