The Never-Ending Poem by SSEP girls

Take a cup of coffee
Neither half empty nor half full
A swirl of white milk
The last link to a mother’s womb

And as a mother rears its child
Feeding it drop by precious drop
So must you drink this sparingly
For coffee is hot, yes, deadly hot

Under the hot and killer sun
You lick your melting sundae cone
Swaying, singing, dancing
With a beat so out of this world

Then you say the world doesn’t care
As you walk past the houses at night
Mindlessly taking in...
Submitting down to the last line of this poem

A last walk down the line
Your whole body screaming “Chicken!”
The urge, the need
For McDo meal no. 4

And yet McDo is closed, it is late
You walk to Villegas, you don’t know why
A tricycle screeches, you hear a scream
“Aieeeeeeee! Saklolo!”

Can’t move, can’t breathe, “saklolo”
You grasp for air, forcefully opening your still blood-shot eyes
Ha-ha! You’re late again
You decided to go back to sleep

But sleep brings you to a trance
So you rack your rotten brains out
Can’t figure out the answer
To the triple integral of p(3sinf)dpdfdq

p the sign of density, and f of flux
Why do I say those nonsense?
I don’t know, I must be lost
Lost in the image of your burning eyes

Eyes which reveal thy sore need for sleep
And water with the hint of unshed tears
For lost sleep, lost love, lost pen, I know not
Only that you have lost, and lost, and lost again

Sleep walking, you certainly are lost
You head for the CR, no not
Already in front of the mirror
Staring vainly at your reflection

And you’re staring at nothingness
Nothing but a cold shining wall
Illusion creeps domineeringly
Until –“ crack!”-

Until you crack
Until you tire of self-pity; of fleeting sympathy
You have not gained, you have not grown
A pity

Pity comes, pity goes
Anger seethes but also goes
All is temporal but all’s not lost
Close your eyes, try to know

Blink your eyes but focus
You’re lonely but not alone
When everything’s unbearably plain
There’s always the ice skating rink

The feel of cold ice on bruised butt
Go ahead, glide, slide , collide
Fall down hand first, butt next
Slam! Kablam!!!

Oh yes, slam your body
Forget sadness
Aye to happiness
Then wiggle your belly button

Wiggle, wiggle, feel the drizzle
Turn your head where ya hear the whistle
Look up the sky, glitters sprinkle
No not stars, not snow, but ashfall

Snowy white skirt
Flows like the river of Nile
She wears it!
They love it!

Yes love is but a dreamless sleep
Of footsteps and curtains and empty stage
And you scream as you fall and fall
“No!!! Shucks!!! Dammit!”

No end to a life less stage
Of loveless dreams and selfish spites
Then the cold rainbow garment
...The masquerade

Oh stop the masquerade!
Snap out of it and free oneself
Spread your wings and fly
Let lightning strike and thunder crack your brains out!

Brain, brain, big blob of mush
But how great a thing that such
Things can still be written down
Think, think and be human!

Human – yup, grab a brush from that store
Just to free yourself from boredom
...of physics lab reports and mechanics stuff
to Southmall... to Festival... to ATC!

Festival! Festival! Welcome to Festival!
Legs aching, throat shrieking
Eyes rolling, nose itching
Get a ride and swirl a hula!

Ride with the wind
Play in the clouds
Wish you could see me now
So complete without you

Without encumbrances
Without the masks I put up
To gain your affection
I have transcended that

And yet, to say I have transcended
All the barriers of humanity
And flown to the utmost reaches of the limits of this frail and vulnerable species
And stand at the tip of the rabbit’s fur, looking at the great beyond

Beyond? Beyond what? The destination’s a blur
Do state the place and be a little bit fair
For I too would like to gaze
That great beyond at the tip of the rabbit’s fur

Where art thou, o White Rabbit?
Ye be the candy I so long for
I have waited for so long for the taste of the wafer paper on my tongue
Come ye back into production!

Production of sweat glands
Oozing with stench of sweat
The smell, the sight
Sweat

Sweat? The word, it sounds a bit like “sweet”
But just a bit
Sticky, sugary, sickeningly sweet
Mush-o-matic, here I come

It is here and it is now that matters
Kings don’t mean a thing, like riches and fame gone by
Unlike what we have here and now
An eternity to behold

Behold! The drunken messenger
As cold as large iced tea
And they trampled my magic feather
Oh spite! Oh hell! O woe is me!

Oh woe, woe, woe, oh my utter tale of woe!
Oh you feather, oh you feather that I picked up long ago!
Which they trampled, which they trampled
Boots a-crushing in the snow!

Yes boots, the smelly boots for ROTC
From across the room
Across the room manifested so clearly
For the odor wafts to your nose

From nose to the brain
Of these self-proclaimed poets
From brains to the breath
Of these bored weirdos

Weirdos who stalk in the cold dark night
You make a right, then a left
Sweat pours down your face
Have a sigh of relief at a familiar site

But then familiar it is no more
When you look around to see
A house that used to be a home
Wherein you now find yourself -- alone

Yourself am alone with memories, they haunt, they kill
To live in the past is not living
Open your eyes, see now and live
Alone but not lonely

A lonely figure glides high and free
With nary a care in the world
In one fell swoop he soars again
Happy, free, and unfettered

Unfettered by the weight of your celfone
Accessories galore!
Free text forever, give me more!
But…alas, I do not have a celfone

Alas! Dos! Tong Its!
Oh my God I made it!
One more win, one more draw
The one in front of me will be as bare as straw

Straw bare is
Or ain’t jest
A poll
Lie cheese

Hello cheese face!
Watta you starin’ at?
These drowsy words
Orgy of thoughts

Thoughts of you make me puke
You’re pure egocentricity
You think you’re darn cute
You’re freaking stupidity

I’m freakin’ out can’t you see, breakin’ out oh leave me be
I need my beauty sleep
Oh what is this I see?
Beauty betwix you and me

You and me
As good as friends can be
There’s no when and no why’s
But friends are we

Friends of unconditional proportion
Neither asking why’s nor giving if’s
Circumscribed in a cardioid
Inscribed in a lemniscate

Number 8 is a lemniscate
While 0 is a circle
Ah! Pathetic numbers and figures
I’d rather stick to the scriptures

Your scriptures I cannot see
Is it not? But can you blame me?
I do not see things the way you do
Let me be, let you on your own, too

On my own, just ain’t the same, like a guy’s pickup line that’s just too lame
Down on my knees, praying
Waiting for the day you’ll walk through that door and make all my dreams come true
But now I’ll satisfy my yearns with a grad pic of you

But no, one pic is not enough
And I must have more! More! More!
Whether stolen or candid, or taken by force
I will augment my treasures, I’ll build up my store

The truths I own I treasure
In the deepest recesses
Like fiery hell
Shall rise and defy my existence

But how would you define
Something as sublime
As existence... hmm
I’m not making sense

Sense? Sense? Non sense!
Why not just buy a gum for fifty cents
And try to put on different scents
But make sure no nose resents

Sure as night will turn to day
I will surely make you pay
Why didn’t you tell me you were gay
And now I’ll watch til you decay

Til you decay and rot in hell
Send shivers down and make you yell
Well then take back this curse
Or else I’ll eat your purse

Purse your lips, I’ll steal a kiss
And make sure this won’t miss
If you respond it would be pure bliss
And then I’ll take you all for keeps

He keeps my memory in a nutshell
And the image is warped as he please
Mere mortal becomes goddess
Fallible becomes peerless

Peerless knight, oh Sir Launcelot
This maiden fair calls upon you
For this heart is in vain
Let thy love in kisses rain

Rain cats and dogs
While pigs can fly
And quiet as a mouse
The bugs crawl over the house

Like a thousand bugs crawling on my skin
Thoughts of you won’t leave me in peace
And like an asp entwined on my feet
Your presence chills my blood

Blood. How sweet it tasted
Now where am I headed?
To find some more
I want some more

More than this boring life
I want to see when more than 8
Will make the elevator break
A novelty!

The novelty of knowing you
Does nothing but make me blue
To me you were never true
So all I say is “Screw you!”

Yet screw is such a bitter word
Thy word has stained thy sword
Open your eyes, stare at the sky
Just smile all out and heave a sigh

Sigh! I tread upon cement blocks
A cat comes by with furtive steps
Seeing that her path is blocked
Her movements froze while fear crept

Fear that is the essence of living
For a man who fears nothing
Loves nothing
Preferring to live

mood: poetic

Mga Kuwentong Cedie II

Birthday ko nito last year... nasa bahay sina rohel, mark, jam, allen, luz, armi, at angel. Napansin namin si cedie sobrang harot, kiliti ng kiliti at yakap ng yakap kay luz...

Nung naiwan na lang kami nila rohel, mark, at jam, kinulit namin si cedie kung ba't gusto niya si luz. Habang nagpipingpong kami eto binulong niya kay jam... "wag mong sasabihin kahit kanino ha sikreto lang natin 'to, gusto ko siya kasi... kasi may bra siya eh." Kaya pala laking tawa ni jam!

Khuleet! :)

mood: giggly

Mga Kuwentong Cedie I

Pagsamba ng kabataan, naglalakad kami patungong bahay-sambahan...
 
Cedie: "Ate yang, anong oras na?"
Ate yang: "Ten minutes na lang 'by."
Cedie: "Ate yang 'di ba matagal ang ten minutes?"
Ate yang: "Opo."
Cedie: "Eh bakit sabi ni mama sandali lang daw?"
Ate yang: "Depende 'yun 'by... pag mabagal kang kumilos sandali lang 'yun, pero pag mabilis ka matagal 'yun."

Hehe...
-+--'=:!O!:='--+-
Kaaalis ko lang, malakas ang ulan at dumadagundong ang kulog sa kalangitan. Nagtext si Cedie, walang malay ang may-ari ng cellphone as usual...
 
Cedie: "Ate yang c cedie to ingat ka wag mong gamitin yung payong mo na matulis ang dulo baka tamaan ka ng kidlat! Psalubong ko ha."

Hay, ang cute-cute talaga ng mga bata. Bunso namin yan... :)

mood: amused

Habitual Tardiness

Sheesh I could've been early today. I took the wrong jeep! It was heading towards the opposite direction and I didn't even notice... how stupid of me! Windang kasi ako. Last night I slept at half past 1 'coz I've been to a friend who's leaving today for Canada. Three alarms wasn't enough to wake me at 5 and when I opened my eyes it was already 5:45.

I didn't take my breakfast and took the ride to Pala-Pala, Cavite at 6:20. Good thing the van was ready to go or else I'd still wait for another 10-15 mins before it fills up. I reached the terminal at 7 and took "the jeep". I was so preoccupied with getting my "half-space" between the passengers that I didn't bother to check my change. I could've known right away. I didn't notice that we took the opposite direction because it was crowded and the jeepneys always drive through the side parking lot of Robinsons before getting to the highway. And so 15 mins passed by without me knowing... until it turned LEFT! Why left??!! I was lost...

I managed my way back to the terminal and by that time it was already 7:45. 7:45... could've been my sign-in time. I arrived at EPZA, Rosario, Cavite at 8:30... oh well, another half-day for me. At least now I have time for breakfast, and a little more to take a nap in my apartment.

Why half-day? Because I received a memo last week for "habitual tardiness". Hehe. For me to avoid more late records, my supervisor advised me to check-in for half-day instead if I will be late for more than 10 mins. Here's more. Guess what? In less than 5 months I've accumulated a total of 24 absencies! Beat that!

mood: frustrated

A Little Bit Of Both Worlds

As I was about to doze off last night, a beeping sound awakened me. I've got a message and it goes something like this: "If you didn't have any fears or apprehensions in your life, what would you be doing right now?"

"I would have taken a course in music and would probably be a performing classical pianist and a voice recording artist right now," I pondered. With that I could easily get away with brain-drain and the hustles and bustles of work. Life would be sheer delight. If only life were uncomplicated, like the way I imagine it to be when I'm in my dollhouse...

Back to reality. I rationalized that if I did took the other path, I would regret not taking a Science-oriented course with advanced Math instead. I would have craved and starved for mind-bogglers and brain-twisters. And if life really were uncomplicated, it would be dull like a sea without occasional tidalwaves and thunderstorms. Without heavy currents it can be quiet, but it will be solitary.

Finally I deduced that I didn't have to choose between the two. Life is too short. If I can't be a master of either worlds, then I'll take pleasure in having a little bit of both.

mood: contemplative