Daydream Believer

Isa kang Musa, humahabi ng hibla

Nagsisilang ng mga Athena

Na nangagsasalita ng mga berso, literatura

Ang mga winika nilang alungaling ay

Sumaring sa puso, at sa kaluluwa’y sumagasa.

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May saysay ba ako sa ilalim mo, Buwan?

Inilawan ng ‘yong hiwaga ang aking lakaran

Paakyat sa luwalhating hindi pa namumulatan.

Hinayaang ilipad ng mga panahong

Lumilipas, at marahang lumilisan.

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Ika’y Sugo ng dunong at kultura

Kaibigan, dayuhan, bayaning makata.

Sinusuyo mo ang aking mga alaala

Sa nakalipas, hinaharap ay namamangha

Sa mga pangarap na ang katuparan ay pag-asa

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Ang Inawit mong pait at katotohanan

Ay baon ko sa paglakbay tungo sa umaga.

Dahil wala naman nagbabasa ng blog ko maliban sa kanya…

Eto, at nang hindi na siya mangulit na banggitin ko daw siya sa blog… Ladies and gentlemen, meet my friend Che the Schizo.  Find her at Friendster; you wouldn’t believe there’s an evil genius lurking in that seemingly innocent smile of hers.  Ganito ‘yun pag kausap niya si Paw No. 1, Paw No, 2, or other members of the KAPPA(l) MU(ks) Fraternity…

Paw:  Che, kumusta na?  Balita ko, successful ang heart transplant mo ha.  Wala ka na yatang broken heart ngayon.  (Bubble thought… T— In- mo, g*g* ka, kelangan kong makilala lahat ng network of alta de sociedad friends mo bago ka makatakas! P*ksh8t).

Che: (Bubble thought: Psycho ka!!!! Wala kang mahihita sa akin, mamatay kang b*boy ka!!)  Okay lang po, eto, maluwalhati naman, sana kayo rin.

Paw: Mabuti naman, good luck ha.  (Bubble thought: T— In-, kelangan kang magdusa!! Ano pa kayang pwedeng gawin para pag-trip-an ka.)

Che:  (Bubble thought: Psycho!! Psycho!! Dapat ka nang mamatay, salot sa lipunan.  Madapa ka sana sa putikan, dun ka nararapat.  Wala na ko pakialam sa yo, mamatay ka sa inggit!)  Sige po sir, ingat!  Thank you for everything.  (With a saccharine smile).

Sweet no?  Ganyan si Che, masamang magalit.  It takes almost heaven to get her mad, and when she does get mad, it’s hell on earth.  Well, ganun naman talaga dapat tayo, matuto dapat tayong lumaban (ng pailalim), let’s learn from Che Macchiavelli, aka the Schizo.  Congrats friend, for a job well done, and for bagging another laurel to put on your crown.  I owe my current hell to you (not that I’m ungrateful because I am, I am really grateful), and look forward to your other well-meant hellish recommendations.  Best of luck on your next venture, may it fare you well, I’m sure you’ll knock them all dead, as always.  I believe in your power to change the world. Naks, so serious.

Hahaha, alam ko isa lang ang maisasagot mo sa akin… sasabayan kita… PSYCHOOOO!!!!!

They came at midnight between 27th and 28th, and I was one of the sentinels that saw their arrival.

I can never provide an objective view of the movie, because
from the very start (when I first saw its trailer, that is) I just couldn’t
contain myself! So when out of the blue
the BFF told me that there was a scheduled

midnight

advance screening (how could I not have known this?!?!?! Stupid busy
schedule.), I jumped right into the idea. Never mind that he had the flu. Never mind that it’s a weeknight and that I have to be early next
morning. Never mind everything, I just
couldn’t wait.

So there we were with a bunch of people who probably didn’t
have anything better to do like us (there weren’t that many, to be honest, but
considering the time and the date there were still quite a number of us
there). We all have probably waited long
enough to see our long forgotten friend Optimus Prime and his cohorts.

I could barely hold my scream in when the opening credits
came. Paramount Pictures will never
sound better now that I’ve heard the sound effects I’ve been to hear (ee ee o o o, that’s the sound I used to
make. Nat argues it’s more chh chuchh chh chh but whatever, you
know what I mean.) All throughout the
movie I sat in awe, transfixed by these magnificent creatures I’ve been close
to since childhood. I was in a reunion;
and they’re back showing off their stuff like no others have done, beckoning me
back into their world without grudges, even if I’ve forgotten them when I have
occupied my life with other things.

But I haven’t forgotten.

It was like they were actually here on earth and not on a
silver screen, and they’re here to remind us of what happened not so long
ago. I’ve even missed Megatron so much I
had a feeling we were friends and he was just a little pissed or
something. Haha!

It was a dream. I
dreamed that I was a child again, watching my friends battle it out to save
their kind and ours. And the whole time
I was holding my breath, and when I couldn’t I was catching it. I felt my heart pump up because it felt
nostalgic for the way things were when I was a child. (Like it’s saying, hey, friends, I’m right
here, welcome back! Woot, woot!!)

I know I’m crazy, and I’m saying sappy things about a really
extraordinary action flick, but I felt like that. Maybe it was the effect of being up at that
time so I was a bit heady, but I don’t think so. I think maybe it was really because, like
most of us, seeing someone we love and lost and who return to us, feels exactly
like that – heartwarming.

So yeah, obviously, I’m gonna watch it again and again. Until maybe I outgrow my childhood (which
means, of course, that I’ll be seeing them continually for a very, very long
time). It’s a sweet life!

Pond scum
Holds a higher desirability
Than a lowlife creature that is me.

All the things
That I always held true and dear
Have become so unfairly unclear.

In an instant.
I don’t know where to run.
I have no place under the sun.

No place indeed
in the triangle
In the circle, or in any angle.

(not in this plane no)
Because i am let go
I am unwanted.

Especially since I am not
And will never be in the same slot
As pond scum.

Imagine you wake up to a a bright sunshiny Saturday morning.  It’s your last day in the summer class you and your good friend took, let’s say a sign language class, and today is your exam day.  But you’re not worried because you spent the whole day yesterday and last night even to review.  Yep, you and your friend are definitely going to ace the test.  But to be sure, you decide to use your latest lucky shirt and you put your lucky pen in your bag.

And so you get ready for the day.  You eat some cereal and take a bath.  While you change you listen to some old songs over the radio, tuned in to RJ 100.3, or a similar easy listening Sunday radio program.  Hey, you’re in a good mood, no doubt.  You put you red shirt on, your favorite color no less.  You look down at the label, read Levi’s, and think, "good thing I decided to buy this when it was on sale because it’s so comfortable".  So you finish dressing and preparing all the things you need for the exam, and say goodbye to your roommate, who wishes you luck.

You’re walking on sunshine, and you start humming the song in your head too.  You put on your shades and ride the first jeepney to your destination.  You notice some people look at you, and you think "wow, I look good today!"  But  you don’t let it get too much to your head, since you need to cram some signs into your head.  You get off the jeepney and ride the next one, and again, you notice some of the passengers looking.  You notice also that the cute guy in front of you glances at you and seems to smile in your direction.  You look away and brush it off, you have no time for looking at guys today.  You get off on the designated stop, and you notice the label of your shirt, read some of the instructions, etc. while you wait for your last ride to the place where you’re supposed to meet your friend/ classmate.  You look at your watch, and Oh, you’re a few minutes behind.  No worries, the exam’s still an hour away, and you have time to have breakfast together.

So you ride the last jeepney, and again, passengers look at you.  Hmmm, maybe they think you’re sophisticated, what with the cool outfit and glasses on, or maybe their interested in you practicing your sign language alone.  Of course you don’t mind them, you’re busy reviewing.  So you finally reach your destination and you see your good friend already there.  She is happy to see you and doesn’t mind your tardiness.  As soon as you exchange pleasantries and you are able to catch your breath, she notices your shirt, looks confused, and smiles.

She then asks, in an I-can’t-stop-myself-from-giggling sort of way, "ATEH, BALIKTAD BA YANG SHIRT MO?" and bursts out laughing.

Imagine.

With someone like me, it’s not that hard to imagine. (:D)

Yesterday was my lucky day. NOT! I had hoped to try being on
my own for a day, so I decided to have a date with myself. Oh bother, who am I kidding? Again, not. Actually, the real story is that I was so
furious with that stupid high school teacher that I decided to splurge so I can
tune my feelings out for a while at least. So you now get how mad I still am.
 

So I went to watch Little Miss Sunshine, at Gateway, and I had
so much fun, too much maybe, I guess St. Patrick nudged me a little by letting
a leprechaun STEAL MY MOBILE PHONE!! Arrr!
 

I should have seen it coming, since these kinds of things always
happen to me. It seems that before I lose
anything, it stands out! For instance,
before I lose a wallet, I’d conscious of holding it, its color, its history, a
few minutes before. Before I lost that
darned phone, I saw that I was holding it because I was waiting for a call from
someone. Then I saw it fall on the seat,
but I was searching for change so I forgot about it. Moments after I got out of a cab and felt eerie,
I knew I had lost it. God, I’m so insanely
clouded!
 

So there, I guess I just have to live with my stupidity and stop
grieving about the fact that the number I love and owned for so long, my first,
my rhyming number, is gone. I’m going to
kill myself by posting this and forever reading it.  But then again, I have no foresight.
 

Dear St. Patrick, patron saint of the excluded, vulnerable
and downtrodden, please tell God to give me back my number. Not my cell phone, just my number would be
fine. No, it would be a blessing. Please, please, please… pretty please…

It amazes me how one such brilliant mind can have so weak a
link to its mouth that clear thoughts are befuddled by speech, making a very
well-intended move fall on its bearings upon effecting.

How dare I even imagine saying things to him, when I can’t
even mention his name, not even to myself! I tried it once, you know, to carry on a conversation and acting casual
about it. But my mouth just went… and
went… saying nonstop nonsense; I can’t help but cringe when I remember it. 

I still see it quite clearly… I was floating on a cloud all at
once when he approached… he spoke, and heaven! I spoke… and the wind that came out was so strong it knocked me, so I
flipped over and started going under too fast to soon to wake up from the hellish
nightmare I had brought upon myself… and still my sorry words kept coming…
until I lost my sense completely… down, down I fell, until I hit bottom with a
great thud and realized I fell on a field of embarrassment, I tried to rescue
myself, but in the process talked again, and so tripped and my heart jumped right
out of my sleeve from the impact… still I tried to escape, but landed right
smack on cow poo and it was all over… my chance for a good impression came and
went in a flicker, but all the while it felt like forever… and what I came to
say was left unsaid, to say the least.

This is crazy crazy crazy!

Nabasa ko ito sa anthology of poems nina Inday (my grade school friend and college roommate) na class project ng Com subject niya.  Na-memorize ko yung poem, pero hindi yung author… nakakainis.  Sana magpakilala siya sa akin (as if mababasa niya ito).

I’ll find no repose
‘Til she is deposed
To a faraway land
Led by a hand
Who under its breath
Promises her death.

Sounds like a curse ‘no?  Kaya siguro ‘di ko nakalimutan.  Mina-mutter ko kasi ito pag may kagalit ako.  Ngayon, may iniisip akong mga tao na babagayan nito.  Sila yung mga umapi sa kaibigan kong si TG Cabs.  Alam na nila kung sino sila at alam na rin nila kung san sila pupulutin.

Naku!!!!  Kung sino man ang umaway sa mga kaibigan ko, CURSE YOU!!!! CURSE YOU TO HELL!!!!

Haaay…. That’s better.

First day pa lang February, pinag-uusapan na sa Foundation ang araw ng mga puso.  Nakakatawa!  Biruin niyo, this is really a big deal for them!  Sabi nila, last year daw, maaga nagpauwi si Tatay Teban nung Valentine’s Day, kasi daw traffic, at saka magde-date daw mga tao.  Nye!  Sa ncfar, magpula ka lang, kakantiyawan ka na, at saka valentine’s day is like a day when you can say love jokes, di ba?

Nagulat na lang ako nung binigyan ng mga boys ang lahat ng gurls sa TAF ng long-stemmed red roses on Feb 14!  Haller!! Totoo ba ‘to?   Everyone greets everyone else "Happy Valentine" with genuine enthusiasm.  Pati sa Skype, pabonggahan ng colorful greeting made of smileys and icons.

Eto pa, on Feb 13, they planned a valentine lunch, and true enough, on Feb 14, buong office nag lunch out, courtesy of the boys.  And ang PM snacks namin, Krispy Kremes from another boy, kasi daw hindi nagbigay ng rose sa mga gurls.  At alas tres ng hapon pa lang, kinukulit na ako ng boss ko na magsara ng tindahan dahil kelangan ko daw maghanda para sa date ko. Hahaha!!! Syempre hindi ko ginawa, so at 5:45 pm, muntik pang ako ang magsara ng buong TAF, dahil halos wala nang tao.

Hahaha, I never did imagine  that Feb 14 will be treated like a Holiday. Medieval Freaky.  But very nice.

To all, Belated Happy Valentine’s Day, Dears!

Isang mahabang postscript:

The rest of the evening and night was even better, but you won’t be interested in long stories, and I don’t wanna be mushy. :P  Ito na lang… on Feb 14 next year, kung may FREE concert ng broadway love songs, panoorin niyo; pag may super duper sarap Spanish (or any exotic) resto tulad ng Paloma, try niyo kumain dun; pag may movie na singganda at singsaya ng Music and Lyrics panoorin niyo; at pag may time pa mag-coffee after ay samantalahin niyo.  At higit sa lahat, enjoy it, and enjoy the time you have with your loved ones.  Haay… love.  It’s, well… it deserves more than a day to celebrate it.  Thanks the heavens for love.

Siya, siya, tama na nga!!! Over na ito, this is so unlike me!  I love you all! Chenezzzzzz! hahaha!!!

Uy, friend, may chismis ako…

Sabi ng lino ko, kaya pala hindi na magra-run si Jayvee Ejercito, not so much so that Sonia Roco can run, or para hindi sila masabihang they’re a political dynasty chuvanes, pero sabi daw ni Erap wag na sumama si Jayvee sa line up ng opposition.  Hindi daw susuportahan ni Erap ang Grand Coalition kasi hindi niya feel ang mga tao dun.  Pansin mo, hindi masyado vocal si Erap about opposing the administration?  Ni hindi mo maririnig na ang statement of support niya for the opposition.  Sinu-sino ba ang nasa opposition line-up ngayon?  Si Chiz Escudero, si Recto, sina Pangilinan (although guest), si Roco… what is one thing in common with them?  They all supported the impeachment of Erap way back!  O ha, looks like Erap is no longer the big daddy.  Eh Sino?!?!?! Si Jejomar Binay na!  Sabi pa nga, parang may basbas pa siya na lumipat sina Angara, Sotto at Oreta (aka ASO, hihihi) sa Team Unity, kasi nga, ayaw niya suportahan ang other side.

Oh well, bakit ko nga ba chinika ito sa ‘yo?  Wala lang… hehehe. Eleksyon fever, kelangan ko lang magamot.

(Actually, hindi chismis ito, nabasa ito ni lino sa Philippine Star, February 12 or 13 yata, hindi ko na makita yung  paper.)