Friday, July 30, 2004
2. Gloria Macapagal Arroyo - I know very little about politics to actually bash this person. As such, I will focus more on her physical qualities. Haha. And you will have to bear with me on this one because it might just make you hate me for being a jerk. First, isn't she just tiny? She's like a little elf stuffed into a pastel suit. Or a wee little leprechaun. I'm pretty sure all the world's leaders are rolling around in their heads in amusement. Second, doesn't she just have the worst voice you could ever imagine any president of having. She squeaks. It's just irritating. It's just one of those things that you absolutely loathe without knowing why. It's like a stench, you can't really decipher or understand the chemical and electrical signals that pass from your nose to your brain but it just leaves you wretching in disgust. And why does she have to speak english all the time? Did she have an adviser tell her that her voice is actually a lot worse when she speaks Filipino? Finally, doesn't she just have the most excruciatingly annoying pout you have ever seen. Let's not forget her toothy smile. It's like you just wanna grab her face and rip it off her skull.
For lack of anything better to write, I'm going to write about some personalities (and bash them).
1. Boy Abunda - I just recently heard that he's regarded as the Philippine's top talk show host or something of that sort. He is purportedly frank, straight to the point and intelligent (emphasis on intelligent). I have had the opportunity to catch a few glimpses of the buzz. Certainly, with the pseudo-intellectual flair in the way he talks, the tailored suits and the snazzy guests, who wouldn't think, at first glance, that THe Buzz was in fact an intelligent show? But hold on, after closer perusal and an agonizing longer look at the show, you find that it's all but a complex hoax!! First and foremost, he's an old balding homosexual fer cryin' out loud!! Nah, just kidding. Hold on to your seats. I suppose it's not a surprise that people (well, at least the less educated and less reflective ones) perceive him and his show to be intellectual simply because he speaks pretty well. Not that well, but pretty well. He doesn't really say anything longer than a few words, mind you. Plus the fact that his vocabulary is downright unimpressive and the way he constructs his senteces. However, what's more important is the topics they go about and those little games they play. I couldn't bear watching one time when he started shouting (yes, shouting) out the most inane words you could imagine for a little game of word association, words such as heart, mind, pillow, etc., etc. What's even worse is he subsequently breaks down all the elements in their childish little game and proceed to basically proclaim the guest a hero or an artist or even a saint. It's foolish, I tell you. Foolish. Oh well, what can I say? It is a show, a fool's show.
1. Boy Abunda - I just recently heard that he's regarded as the Philippine's top talk show host or something of that sort. He is purportedly frank, straight to the point and intelligent (emphasis on intelligent). I have had the opportunity to catch a few glimpses of the buzz. Certainly, with the pseudo-intellectual flair in the way he talks, the tailored suits and the snazzy guests, who wouldn't think, at first glance, that THe Buzz was in fact an intelligent show? But hold on, after closer perusal and an agonizing longer look at the show, you find that it's all but a complex hoax!! First and foremost, he's an old balding homosexual fer cryin' out loud!! Nah, just kidding. Hold on to your seats. I suppose it's not a surprise that people (well, at least the less educated and less reflective ones) perceive him and his show to be intellectual simply because he speaks pretty well. Not that well, but pretty well. He doesn't really say anything longer than a few words, mind you. Plus the fact that his vocabulary is downright unimpressive and the way he constructs his senteces. However, what's more important is the topics they go about and those little games they play. I couldn't bear watching one time when he started shouting (yes, shouting) out the most inane words you could imagine for a little game of word association, words such as heart, mind, pillow, etc., etc. What's even worse is he subsequently breaks down all the elements in their childish little game and proceed to basically proclaim the guest a hero or an artist or even a saint. It's foolish, I tell you. Foolish. Oh well, what can I say? It is a show, a fool's show.
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
Saturday, July 17, 2004
Conozco Tu Cara (Revised)
I know your face
I know it only too well in
wakeful sleeping dreams
I have seen it many times before
in the corners of my eyes
I have glimpsed it in the
blinding rays of the sun
It is the face that lies
immersed in brilliant lights
I know it as the face that
vanishes in the darkness
It is the face that basks
in the shadow's plight
It is the face that turns
away when I come looking
I know your face, perhaps
you also know mine
I know your face
I know it only too well in
wakeful sleeping dreams
I have seen it many times before
in the corners of my eyes
I have glimpsed it in the
blinding rays of the sun
It is the face that lies
immersed in brilliant lights
I know it as the face that
vanishes in the darkness
It is the face that basks
in the shadow's plight
It is the face that turns
away when I come looking
I know your face, perhaps
you also know mine
July 5, 2004
The dying man's dreams die with him
His life drains away like the ebbing of the tide
His voice fades to but an echo of a distant whisper
His breathe wanes like the midnight lights
The sparkling luster of his eyes turn to somber grey
And brilliant glow of his skin disappears
As the hood of the reaper hides him away
He is now just the cold embers of a doused flame
The failing twinkle of an ageing star
The dying man's dreams die with him
His life drains away like the ebbing of the tide
His voice fades to but an echo of a distant whisper
His breathe wanes like the midnight lights
The sparkling luster of his eyes turn to somber grey
And brilliant glow of his skin disappears
As the hood of the reaper hides him away
He is now just the cold embers of a doused flame
The failing twinkle of an ageing star
Sunday, June 27, 2004
June 25 2004
Breathe now for tomorrow the world will end
and when it comes you will no longer have
any use for breath nor air.
Walk now for tomorrow the earth will crumble
at your feet and there will be no sand to
carry your footsteps and soil to remember
your footprints.
Look now yonder for tomorrow the horizon will
fall into nothing until all but blackness
covers what used to be the skies.
Listen now to the whispers for tomorrow there
will be nothing but thunder and flurry until
finally deafening silence falls to your ears.
Touch now the smooth and rough edges of these
rocks for tomorrow there will only be emptiness
and the cold wind of nothingness.
Sleep now so tomorrow you will not have to wake
but if you do, pray wish that this all be but
a dream.
Unmemory
Remind me not to look back at my memories but
that I read them as if they were not my own.
I fear they will only bring me sadness when I
reminisce and regret if I remember.
Too many days have fleetingly passed before
my eyes and too many days have been left
unremembered.
I do not know what to make of this life construed
upon the fragile edges of my memories.
A life built on ruins and rubble, too many and
too undone, too brittle, the puzzle has not begun.
Breathe now for tomorrow the world will end
and when it comes you will no longer have
any use for breath nor air.
Walk now for tomorrow the earth will crumble
at your feet and there will be no sand to
carry your footsteps and soil to remember
your footprints.
Look now yonder for tomorrow the horizon will
fall into nothing until all but blackness
covers what used to be the skies.
Listen now to the whispers for tomorrow there
will be nothing but thunder and flurry until
finally deafening silence falls to your ears.
Touch now the smooth and rough edges of these
rocks for tomorrow there will only be emptiness
and the cold wind of nothingness.
Sleep now so tomorrow you will not have to wake
but if you do, pray wish that this all be but
a dream.
Unmemory
Remind me not to look back at my memories but
that I read them as if they were not my own.
I fear they will only bring me sadness when I
reminisce and regret if I remember.
Too many days have fleetingly passed before
my eyes and too many days have been left
unremembered.
I do not know what to make of this life construed
upon the fragile edges of my memories.
A life built on ruins and rubble, too many and
too undone, too brittle, the puzzle has not begun.
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
God taught me a lesson in life. I wanted one thing he gave me another. I wanted beauty and was endeared by sophistication; he gave me instead simplicity and humility both of which bear such value no man can find. I coveted wealth yet in its place he blessed me with friends, which no amount of riches could replace. He gave me courage when I turned to fear and strength when I gloomed in tears. I sought knowledge yet he blessed me with discernment, enough to figure out who I want to be. In the end it all meant one thing, freedom.
Two weeks of prolific energy
June 16 2004
An Ode to the Steadily Forgotten
It is a sad life you live
Your footsteps are shadowed by weakness
Your footprints marred by regret
Blood trails the path you tread
And whispers fill the air you breathe
You had a name no one remembers
An existence everybody forgets
A presence nobody feels
And your heartbeat is the only sound that fills your head
Pray tell me who you are, you who live the life of the steadily forgotten.
June 2004
Meanderings
Mistakes must be forgotten and victories remembered,
failures buried and triumphs glorified.
Look back at those titans we slew and how heavily
they fell to the earth.
They were once great, great as we are now.
And they fell as surely as we too shall fall by
the hands of those who aspire for the same greatness.
But it is our time now.
We are the predators and they the prey.
Take heed the call of glory and bring forth what is duly yours.
June 2004
To Age
You look almost like her but without a doubt definitely older.
The lines of your face are more refined. The curve of your back
stronger and more defined. The way you speak more mature. It is
obvious that you have been tempered by time and age has brought out
your bittersweet character.
June 15 2004
Sa Mga Lumipas na Sandali
Madalas akong wala sa sarili
Tahimik o di maka-imik
Naghahanap ng kung anumang bagay na di maaaring
angkinin at di lubusang maintindihan
Umuusisa sa kung anumang bagay na di kayang hawakan
at di man lang madampian
Ganon talaga ang buhay ika nga
Pawang walang katapusan habang tayo'y bata
ngunit paiksi nang paiksi sa ating pagtanda.
June 10 2004
Sa bukas
Sindalisay ng wikang kinagisnan
Sintamis ng pagibig ng inang hinahagkan
Ito ang yapos ng maliwanag na bukas na
aking dinaratnan
Malayo at makislap
Malapit ngunit mailap
Ito ang kapalaran nating lubos
na mapagpanggap
June 10 2004
Me
I have yet to uncover the ends of my hubris.
My passion it seems has no bounds.
My anger and loathing are apparently endless.
And my desire infinite.
My mind would be everywhere and anywhere were
it no for the fear, regret and shame that
bind it.
Shadows of the past unforgotten and unresolved,
distinct in their madness and strong
is their will.
June 10 2004
Di ko nais na maging ganito. Na umabot sa sukdulan
ang lahat. Na pumanaw ang ngiti sa labi mo.
Na gumising ang luha sa iyong mata. Ni minsan hindi
ko hiniling na mawala sa iyong piling.
June 10 2004
Aking mundo
Aking mundo, wag mo akong sakalin.
Di ako makahinga sa kapal ng usok,
di makakita sa dilim ng langit,
at di makagalaw sa kapal ng yurak
na bumabalot sa akin.
Aking mundo, bitiwan mo ako.
Matagal mo na rin akong hinahagkan
ngunit nais ko nang kumawala.
Hawakan mo na lang ang aking kamay,
yapusin mo ako sa isang huling
sandali at pakawalan.
Aking mundo, paalam.
June 16 2004
An Ode to the Steadily Forgotten
It is a sad life you live
Your footsteps are shadowed by weakness
Your footprints marred by regret
Blood trails the path you tread
And whispers fill the air you breathe
You had a name no one remembers
An existence everybody forgets
A presence nobody feels
And your heartbeat is the only sound that fills your head
Pray tell me who you are, you who live the life of the steadily forgotten.
June 2004
Meanderings
Mistakes must be forgotten and victories remembered,
failures buried and triumphs glorified.
Look back at those titans we slew and how heavily
they fell to the earth.
They were once great, great as we are now.
And they fell as surely as we too shall fall by
the hands of those who aspire for the same greatness.
But it is our time now.
We are the predators and they the prey.
Take heed the call of glory and bring forth what is duly yours.
June 2004
To Age
You look almost like her but without a doubt definitely older.
The lines of your face are more refined. The curve of your back
stronger and more defined. The way you speak more mature. It is
obvious that you have been tempered by time and age has brought out
your bittersweet character.
June 15 2004
Sa Mga Lumipas na Sandali
Madalas akong wala sa sarili
Tahimik o di maka-imik
Naghahanap ng kung anumang bagay na di maaaring
angkinin at di lubusang maintindihan
Umuusisa sa kung anumang bagay na di kayang hawakan
at di man lang madampian
Ganon talaga ang buhay ika nga
Pawang walang katapusan habang tayo'y bata
ngunit paiksi nang paiksi sa ating pagtanda.
June 10 2004
Sa bukas
Sindalisay ng wikang kinagisnan
Sintamis ng pagibig ng inang hinahagkan
Ito ang yapos ng maliwanag na bukas na
aking dinaratnan
Malayo at makislap
Malapit ngunit mailap
Ito ang kapalaran nating lubos
na mapagpanggap
June 10 2004
Me
I have yet to uncover the ends of my hubris.
My passion it seems has no bounds.
My anger and loathing are apparently endless.
And my desire infinite.
My mind would be everywhere and anywhere were
it no for the fear, regret and shame that
bind it.
Shadows of the past unforgotten and unresolved,
distinct in their madness and strong
is their will.
June 10 2004
Di ko nais na maging ganito. Na umabot sa sukdulan
ang lahat. Na pumanaw ang ngiti sa labi mo.
Na gumising ang luha sa iyong mata. Ni minsan hindi
ko hiniling na mawala sa iyong piling.
June 10 2004
Aking mundo
Aking mundo, wag mo akong sakalin.
Di ako makahinga sa kapal ng usok,
di makakita sa dilim ng langit,
at di makagalaw sa kapal ng yurak
na bumabalot sa akin.
Aking mundo, bitiwan mo ako.
Matagal mo na rin akong hinahagkan
ngunit nais ko nang kumawala.
Hawakan mo na lang ang aking kamay,
yapusin mo ako sa isang huling
sandali at pakawalan.
Aking mundo, paalam.
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Monday, May 24, 2004
Friday, May 21, 2004
Apparently it doesn't matter how long I haven't seen you or how long I haven't touched you. Neither does it matter how long we haven't talked or even how long I've forgotten you. Clearly because I saw you again yesterday, touched you, talked to you and then I remembered that once before I fell for you and I fall for you once again. And now I can't forget. I can't forget how I saw you smile, felt you touch and heard you laugh. And I can't remember how I could ever forget.
Friday, May 07, 2004
Thursday, May 06, 2004
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