Saturday, June 28, 2008
Verses for Silence
(NOTE TO READER: These poems were composed over these past weeks in lieu of straight-up ranting prose over all the shit that has happened over, yes, these past weeks. Each one corresponds to and is dedicated one real Other human being. Kudos to you if you understand some of them, or if, God forbid, you understand them all, and are therefore aware of all the said shit. Kudos to you if you find out you are dedicated to too. Welcome to the shit.)
PROLOGUE
Darkness no one hears
As it settles, a black blanket
Over the mountain
A world of renaissance cattle
Trapped within each other’s nuances
Fenced into their own awkward poetries
Suffering with the silence
Suffering in the silence
I: SADNESS WORDLESS
Sadness wordless
Even more deafening than the million
Millions of enthusiastic screams
For attention
For contention
For competition
But now, nothing,
(For contemplation?)
But mere echoes, bouncing
Off the walls of a heart, beating
For more noise than what it can make
II: A MOUTH, CLOSED
A mouth, closed
Is replaced by an open body
Sweeping sweeps and flicking flicks
Replacing nouns and verbs
Who, then, knows the meaning?
Certainly not our mere eyes
Both ears on the wordless mud
All the while thinking, maybe yes
Yes, maybe you do
Or, maybe even, did?
III: DOWN HIGH IN
Down high in
Is where the folks live
Lives separate yet inseparable
From the ramble of the rabble
Which the folk talk about
Yet never talk to
IV: YOUR PRINCE IS NOT A PRINCE
Your prince is not a prince
But a frog
Maybe, a prince among frogs
But still a frog
Ergo, victim to all the froggy impulses
Befitting the slimy little amphibian
That licks its way in the world
After getting licked, do not get licked
Not anymore, hopefully
V: A WHITE FLAG? YOU ASK
A white flag? You ask
Yourself, among everybody
Drowning in a soup of paranoia
While trying to navigate the
Sincerity of a wired, wily vixen
This, simply, is too much gossip, girl
You know I know you know I love me
You know I know you love yourself
But do you know if I love what you love?
XOXOXO
VI: ÜBERMENSCH
Übermensch
Needs neither diva
Nor prima donna
To hinder the flight
Towards perfection
Übermensch
Wants neither foe
Nor friend
To hinder the descent
Towards contentment
But Übermensch
Is still perplexed by the question
Of what you are you really too
EPILOGUE
Silence is not silence
But a scream
For more screams
Statistics, my foot
Statistically speaking, unless you are a total hermit, a social retard, or ugly as a putrid bum, there is at least one person in your multiply network that has a crush on, wants to date you, wants to sleep with you or simply just wants to kiss you. So... let's play "No Guts, No Glory!"
The rules are simple.
1. If you want to date the person who posted this, send a Personal Message, not a reply to this post, saying "Coffee?"
2. If you have a crush on the person who posted this, send a Personal Message saying"You're hot!"
3. If you just want to sleep with them & stay friends, send them a message that says "Nice shoes!"
4. If you simply just want to kiss the person who posted this, send a Personal Message saying, "I do!"
SCARED?
The only rule is that, you must not make anyone who sends you a personal message feel stupid for feeling that way about you. Acknowledge. Say thank you. Move on.
IF YOU'VE READ THIS, YOU HAVE TO REPOST THIS, EVEN IF YOU'RE TAKEN & see who replies.
SO... re-post this as "No Guts, No Glory", as it doesn't matter if you're married, in a relationship, or single.
You opened it so you HAVE to repost it! A test of your bravery!
Rant: Bad Trip
Woke up at around 10am, starving. Decided to grab something to eat at Jollibee before taking the HM bus to Cubao. Waited ten minutes for one Tuna Pie. Was doing okay in the bus, until a big guy that smelled like sweat and cigarette smoke sat beside me for the remaining hour of the trip. Head hurt, so I still tried to sleep. Almost missed my stop in the process. Walked to the FX terminal, sat down and waited a hour for the vehicle to leave, partly thanks to a stupid couple who were, over several minutes, hesitating to ride because they would have to be not beside each other. Found out that the FX people raised the fare by ten pesos, throwing my budgetting off track. Old man at the back grumpily demanded to be dropped off at the small space between Sta. Lucia and Robinson's Metro East, which turned out to be an illegal spot. FX driver got caught and, with shaky hands, handed over his license to the cop. By the look on his face, cop wasn't going to be returning the license anytime soon, so driver apologized, refunded our fares, and asked us to get other rides. Decided to take another route, just in case my luck turns out to be better. Jeepney's brakes failed right before reaching my stop, with me walking the remaining few meters. Boarded a Tanay-bound jeep so that I can get off right in front of our street, which was thankfully not as eventful as the preeding ones. All in all, a trip that, in addition to being really exhausting, usually takes two and a half hours, takes almost four hours. Arrived home, plopped down on sala couch, and slept the afternoon off.
On a lighter note, though, I finally heard the Tagalog versions of "Low" and "Umbrella" I've been hearing so much about.
Friday, June 13, 2008
I'm too happy to make one of those emo-introspective "I'm one year older" posts...
... Instead, I want you to play a memory-meme (well, it SOUNDED catchy) game with me.
It can be good or bad, just so long as it happened. (More important :D)
Then post this on your journal too! (Most important XD)
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Randall Munroe is a genius
Yet another XKCD gem. Am really relating to this one, despite my severe lack of sleep these past days.
