Dare to be Stupid**

February 19, 2009 | Filed Under Book | Leave a Comment 

Word of Wisdom I got from The Zahir:

“Stupid people should have the word ‘stupid’ written on their identity card.”

“Stupid people are a real danger to society. They should be tested once a year and have a license for walking the streets, like drivers do to drive.”

“Stupid people really should be issued their own special identity cards because they are the ones who feed the collective stupidity.”

“Stupid people should all be marooned on a ship on the high seas and forced to attend parties night after night, being endlessly introduced to people for several months, until they finally manage to remember who is who.”

I don’t think I liked it much though. The book I mean.



burnt rose

February 16, 2009 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment 

love
must
end
with

hope

i
no
longer
have



Bedknobs and Broomsticks

February 14, 2009 | Filed Under Digressions | 2 Comments 

There’s this tagging game around the social networking world. I got tagged in Facebook and had to respond.  The rules are pretty simple: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you

25 Not-so Random Things About Me

  1. I always fancy myself a film maker. But that’s not gonna happen.
  2. If there’s a film I’m ashamed I haven’t watched as yet, that’d be Dogville. Don’t kill me just yet, please.
  3. My daily dose of killer headaches comes at around 5 or 6 p.m.
  4. A young Bob Dylan, smoking and looking super hot, is staring at me as I write this.
  5. I think Indian people are some of the most beautiful people in the world. Yes, especially them sruffy construction workers.
  6. I haven’t been admitted to a hospital or the like, ever.
  7. I believe in Murphy’s Law. And I’m still waiting when everything that’s gonna happen which will happen ever happen.
  8. No I’m not drunk or stoned as I write this.
  9. I always tell myself that I want to experience paranormal things like seeing ghosts and what-not, when in fact I really dread of ever seeing or feeling the presence of spirits and the like.
  10. I’m in Bahrain, working. My work visa says I’m a fashion designer. I’m really working as an interior designer.
  11. I always thought I couldn’t draw until freshman college and got an A+ for my very first esquisse.
  12. I wish I had some sort of real talent like singing, dancing or playing music.
  13. I always get duped by taxi drivers all over(except maybe in my little city, Tagbilaran) and I know it but I’m too afraid of these arseholes to even complain earnestly, assert my rights, whatever.
  14. I have glimpses of memories that I think aren’t of my present life. I think.
  15. I hate my voice. And I hate it that I hear it while I’m thinking.
  16. I easily get irritated by stupid, shallow and completely uncreative people.
  17. I still don’t get it why some people think I may be Chinese.
  18. I wish I could listen to all the good music in the world. As it is, I may have listened to or have been exposed to less than 5 percent of it. That’s sad.
  19. I only knew how to curse when I was a college freshman. At first it was just shit, and then fuck, until I could finally say the Cebuano, Yawa!
  20. I think my demise would be road-related. But that won’t stop me from being on the road. Motion-sickness didn’t.
  21. I have two pencils that I’ve named Pinkie and Blackie. Seriously.
  22. I used to seriously dream of becoming a pro tennis player when I was about 10 or 11. Yet, I still don’t know how to play the game until now.
  23. I find it hard to sleep before 12 midnight. Not even here, 5 hours away from the Phili time that I was used to.
  24. I used to hate urban poor people. Not that I was rich. Nor poor. But I understand them now. Sort of. I could maybe say the same to the absurdly rich, except for the ‘understanding’ part.
  25. Some, nay, most of what I’ve written here I may have made up. Ha!


Handuraw

February 12, 2009 | Filed Under Music, Poetry | 2 Comments 

Dagan kamo’ng mga anak ni Dagohoy
Sayaw kamo, mga Inday ug Ondoy
Sabay, Ki-ay sa duyog sa Kuradang
Indayog pa gayud sa Kuratsa

Kanta kamo’ng mga apo ni Karyapa
Balak kamo, mga amigo ug amiga
Pagsangay-sangay, pagtigmo-tigmo
Ibatbat na ‘nang imong mga sugilanon

Saulogon ta’ng atong kabulahan
Ipasundayag ang atong kaalam
Kaliwat sa mga madiyandi
Kadugo sa mga maputli

Hali, dali na kamo
Kita magtapok-tapok
Kay ikaw ako, ako ikaw
Usa ra ug kaliwat
Managsuon, managhigala-ay

Katawhan sa Kalikupan

|May 2006|

(This was meant to be a poem but I submitted it anyway to a lyrics call for a local band competition for the National Arts Month. Suitcase 101 laid music on it and interpreted it quite well, they won that competition. They eventually recorded this song and it’s become part of their debut album released last year.)