Ube

Posted: July 13, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

Writing is my passion. Seeing the world in multi-colored frame gives me an unstoppable yearning to put it in words and add meanings to mediocre existence.

I went through a series of ups and down in my studies finding my place under the sun to substantiate how we see things in a different angle and yet come up with the same purpose…

I Tawt I Taw A Puddy Cat

Posted: July 13, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

Akala ko kapag nagsimula na ako tumipa-tipa sa keyboard, may mabubuo na ako papasang isumite sa kinauukulan.

Akala ko lang pala kapag nag-milk tea ako – mawawala ‘yung umay na nararamdaman ko sa walang kawawaan na pagrepaso sa old flicks.

Akala ko habang sinusubukan ko i-download ang Blank Space eh magkaka Flashlight na sa Statue, akala ko ma pra- process na – shungangers ayaw talabaaaaa! Bring Me To Life, Superman.

Akala ko ‘yung Flip Words maaaring ika-lusaw ng utak ko – na flip lang lalo ako sa IQ test.

Akala ko kapag nag-silent ako ng Viber, ligtas na ako Notifications ng Facemuk – ‘yung alarm clock ko pala ang mambubulahaw.

Akala ko kapag hindi ako nagpagupit kasi lalo akong papanget – mawawala na ‘yung itchiness ng pagkabaliw ko – dapat pala magpakalbo na ako, Argh!

Akala ko kapag nag-hibernate ako, may pag-asa pa akong pumuti – dapat gumamit ako ng papel de liha o kaya mag-trip to North Pole kasama ng mga Eskimo.

Akala ko kapag nakialam ako, may mareresolba sa driver– akala ko lang pala, aysus! Pahamak na wireless connections!

Akala ko kapag nag-piso na ang Philip, mahihinto na ang yosi kadiri na bisyo – limang piso na sa vendor! Nagpalit ako ng cheaper brand harharhar! Alhambrang puti! Jowk!

Akala ko inaakala ko talaga na wala ng natitira pang tao sa loob ng monitor – mayroon pa! X factor ang hampas!

Akala ko sa marami akong akala, tuldok na ang lifespan ng purple alien – hindi pa! to be continued pa at may himala!

Akala ko porket wafu na hindi na maaring umasa – akala ko lang pala! Salamat sa’yo Ms, pending pa sa Word! Harharhar! Toinks!

People thought writing is something you could do in a blink of an eye.

A dancing muse often needed, a tragedy, a scarred soul, a listless mind perished in own melancholic tune, laughter of unborn progeny, the joys of finding oneself, and the urge to pour what’s inside your being.

Writing is a medium in both upside down world. As Seshat, Nabu, Thoth.
As Shin-eqi-unninni, Enheduanna, and the likes that follows.

What I wrote, what I write, are expression of everything, but most, what I wanted to read even in the wee of an hour of my last failing breath.

What I wrote don’t need approval nor comprehension in your own tongue.
What I wrote pierced my innermost self and my other self. 
What I wrote were the pavements of Déja vu.

Where I could let words flies in its purple rhythm. Where I could let each ampersand end.
Where I could grin the atmark link. 
Where I could sweat out the shapes of the character, and falter with theatrical metaphors.

Where I could leap through the three Fates of Moira.

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Blank

Posted: August 13, 2015 in Uncategorized

Around the bend calculating inconspicuous thoughts

Weighing intangible memories

Where cynicism on it’s highest bid

Around the curve counting shadows

Measured hopes and dreams

Where hourglass trickle its coarse farewells

Maybe this time

Posted: April 11, 2015 in Uncategorized

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Image  —  Posted: December 27, 2013 in Uncategorized